You wake up to find the boss picking you up. You din't feel the same way you did when you first turned into a bra. Your hands seem to be permenantly clasped together, and your head seems to be much larger.
"I'm sorry, but I should probably tell you this" said the boss, "You won't be human for another month now. They have a monthly payment. Sorry about that." He holds you up to a mirror, and you are shocked at what you see:
He caries you to a guy wearing uniforms grabs you.
"This is 'im?" he asks.
"Yep" said the boss
"Ha! I still don't know how they do this! Oh well" You are carried across the mall, which is dark and you can barely see anything. Knowing ho it is being a bra, you are fearing that yearn that will eventually come to be worn. You don't know when exactly that will happen, but trying to remember when you first turned into a bra, that yearn would come pretty soon. The man holding you tossed you onto one of the cashier counters. You looked around the store, but you can't see in the darkness. You don't feel any need to be worn.
'Odd' you think 'I wonder why. Oh well, I can think clearly for now atleast' But since you have no year, and your in the dark, you start to feel drowsy, and you fall asleep.
You are waken to the sound of the door opening, and you see a guy coming in.
"What's this?" he says, and picks you up by your strap. "Huh" he said, and left you there on the counter. You "breath" a sigh of relief, relieved that he hadn't been put on the rack of all the other sport bras for sell. You sit there, still no hint of the yearn to be worn. The guy turns the lights to the store on. You see a HUGE store! There are about twenty cash registers, and tons of sporting clothes, bats, balls, skateboards, bikes. Anything you can think of. You hear the door open, and a female worker comes in. You watch her boobs bounce up and down. Your "eyes" are fixed on them, and those famaliar "bra instincts" start to come back. You need to be worn. You can't stop watching her breasts.
"Hey Joe" she says.
"Hey Chloe" the guy says. Chloe comes toward you. You get excited.
"Hmmmm" she says, "I guess they want me to wear this instead of my uniform?"
"Yeah, I think so" siad Joe. "I'd like to see you in it"
"Ha!" she laughed. "I bet you would! Be right back" Chloe picks you up, and starts heading toward the bathroom in the back of the store. She gets into one of the stalls, and takes her shirt off. You see her thin white bra, and you can see her nipples pressing up against it. She reaches behind her, and unclasps the bra. Then she picks you up, and raises you over her head, and starts to slip you over her chest. You start to feel her breasts, and your whole body tingles. You start to envolope them, and you can feel them press against you. They fill your head up. You fell so....complete. She walks out of the bathroom, wearing you and sweat pants. You are wrapped firmly around her breasts, tightly hugging them. Moreso than when you were a normal bra. You felt her brests bounce.
You sit on her chest for the whole day. You hear people talking, but eventually it all starts to lose meaning.
'What is a shoe?' you wonder, as a customer is purchasing running shoes. 'And it looks so weird. And why does he need two of them?' Information you once knew is being sucked from your head. If you can call it that. Your relaxed state is making it harder to remember things.
'And to think I was one of them!' you think, as you watch numourous humans in the store. 'It's much better to sit on someone's chest, and do nothing. Sure, it might be a little strenous to hold up her boobs, but other than that I don't have to worry about anything. I don't have to get that money thing that they keep talking about, or worry about getting anywhere.' After a few hours, your taken off, and placed on the rack.
'Don't go!' you try to comunicate with her, staring at her now covered breasts. 'I need you!' But alas, your cries fell upon deaf ears. She locked the door to the store, and left. You needed her breasts. You need them! You couldn't live without them. But then a thought occured to you, were you living? You were thinking, but most of your thoughts were 'I was made to be worn!' or 'I need your breasts!'. Things driven by...what you were. Your mind...if you could call it that...was driven by your body. Therfore you really didn't have a mind...that means you weren't really thinking. Well, if you weren't really thinking, how were you thinking this through. 'Oh....but where did that girl go?' you are interupted by the need for a girls breast. 'See! These thoughts are the last remnants of your humanity! Soon, you won't be living! Oh, I know you need her boobs, but focus! You've got to...hold on...to her boobs- No! To your humanity! For crying outloud, I can't make a complete thought without thnking of her boobs...which are very warm, and cozy, and OH! I need them! They complete me! They...make...me...what..I...am. A bra...a sports bra...I wish she would run with me on, so I could feel her sweat soaking into me. PLEASE! I NEED TO BE WORN! I CAN'T GO ON LIKE THIS!!' Your thoughts are no longer yours. You can't help but want her. And you spend most of the night like this.