You try to stop thinking about them, but the lack of her breasts is too much. You NEED them. Without them, you are MEANINGLESS. Your mind is going in an endless cycle.
"Please, oh PLEASE come back!" you think, "I NEED YOU!!" Your old mind is being eaten away by this need. You are in an odd state of unconciess, that is to say you continue to think of her breasts and don't think of anything else. Finally, you see the light turn on. You watch as a girl unlocks the store, and enters. It isn't the girl that wore you yesterday. Your "eyes" dart toward her boobs, bouncing up and down. Although it's not your wearer, you watch her breasts hungrily. But she already has a bra holding those giant things, and she doesn't pay you any attention. She closes the curtains on the glass doors of the store, and then starts to strip. You watch as her shirt, and then her shorts come up. You watch her take her bra off, and watch her breasts hang there, and your yearn for them becomes even greater. Then the same guy that turned you into a bra comes from the back, and starts talking to the girl.
"Are you ready?" he asks.
"Yes" she nods.
"good" he said, and he injects a sirum into her. You watch as her breasts harden, and her body becomes plastic. She becomes a manaquin. Then the man takes a lacy set of bra and panties and puts them on her. She is then set up in the window. Then the man leaves. You are left hanging on the rack, and watching the door, hoping someone will come in. Then your wearer comes back in. She strips, and puts you on. Ohhhh...the pleasure. Her breasts are inside of you! You didn't feel this much pleasure when you were put on the first time. It just felt so good. You start getting excited. Your wearer puts on the uniform, covering your view. In a few minutes, people start coming into the store. You hear people checking out, and you feel the giant breasts bouncing inside of you. You are completely at her mercy, but that's what you want. You want to do what you were made for. You came into this world so you could hold her breasts up. Your coton brain is losing all of it's intellegence, and dignity. Your memories are even being lost. You listen to see what your wearer is saying, but you can't understand anything. But the harder you try, and more you want to stop and enjoy her breasts indide of you. Eventually everyone leaves, and you feel her hands on you. She is rubbing you. This excites you even more. You feel her nipples getting hard, pressing against your soft fabric. You can't belive how good this feels. What would've been your climax as a human comes, and blackness decends over you as you calm down. Your human mind is gone, and the coton which you are no longer has the power to keep your conciesness...