After your washing and drying cycle, your thrown back in the drawer with her other bras and you wait for this evening. Your so happy, you can't beleive that your now owned by this beutiful lady with beautiful breasts, and she wears you everyday. With every hour your anticipation grows. You want her inside of you! You wish you could move or talk, but you remain motionless.
'Please!' you think. 'Please hurry! I can't wait much longer!' Finally she opens the drawer and grabs you. She puts you on, and then she starts running again. You taste her sweat, you feel her nipples, and you hug her giant boobs as she runs. She goes on for hours, and your in total bliss. Your mind has gotten so foggy, you can't even tell what's going on around you except that her boobs are bouncing inside your head. Your working hard to keep them up, but it's all worth it. Eventually she stops, and starts talking to a friend. Your mind is so clouded and in bliss that you don't knwo what their saying.
"ajs erenre" the other one says
"ere reiren" they continue talking, saying words in a language you can't understand. Eventually they both get in a car. Your mind starts relaxing a little, and the fog is lifted a little. Your able to make out some of what their saying.
"So...you bought the one off the manaquin?" the friend asks.
"Yeah, so what?" your wearer says.
'What's a manaquin?' You think.
"Well, I'll tell you. But we can't have him listening" The guy points to you.
"What do you mean? My bra?" she said.
"This is a top secret thing. That bra your wearing is a man turned into a bra. He wasn't suposed to be sold. But one of our clerks sold him to you anyway. But, what I'm about to tell you he can't hear...so..."
"So...what do you want me to do? Take him off?" she asked, irratated.
"No...no. Why don't you rub him. When you do that, it makes his mind get clouded. It's already hard for him to understand most of this. But just incase he can hear, just rub him on his right cup and taht should do it" the guy said. Your wearer reaches up to you, and starts rubbing your right cup. As she did so, you started getting excited. You can't think strait. It's all so...bliss. The started talking again, but you realize you can't understand anything their saying. You try to focus, but you can't. Your just too...too happy...too tense...you don't even know what you are. Your...aroused...that's it. And you can't controll your arousal, your completely under their control. You're helpless. You can't relax, you can't focus, you can just tense up, and stay that way. You have no controll or your body, nor your emotions or thoughts. YOu have no control whatsoever. Eventually she takes her hand off you, and you start to relax. She gets out of the car, and follows the man. They go into the sports store, the dreaded place where you started your life. You are lead to a back room.
"That's him" said an older guy. Your wearer nodded.
"We're going to have to take that from you, and you can take another one off the shelf on your way out. I'm sorry Ma'am for the inconvenience."
"That' OK" she said, and she started to take you off.
'NO!!' you think. 'They're taking me away from her!! I love her! She completes me!! Without her I can't think!! Without her I can't...I can't...I'm not anything...I'm...I can't think of the words anymore! My life is meaningless!' you watch her leave the room.
'No....need you...can't hold...I'm not' your thoughts are slowing. You can't think right. You can barely think at all.
"kweiru euorn reuwre w rw?" you hear. Nothing is making any sense. There is a moving thing in front of you, but you don't know what it is. Only a few words keep floating through your head now:
'Breasts...need...I bra...breasts...need breasts...' your mind is slowly turning into just fabric. The fabric has tried hard to keep your thought in tact, and for a long time it has. But now it's just a bunch of loose words, meanless words. Your now on a manaquin again. But you didn't even notice that you were moved there. The moving stops, and the darkness comes.
'Breasts...gone...need...breasts...stuck...' you can't complete a thought. You sit there on the manaquin the rest ot the night. A feeling of need inside you, and something taht you can't put your finger on is what you need.