And yet, before your airheaded sister even made it halfway to the food court, she suddenly slapped her palm against her forehead.
"Oh my god, I'm so dumb!" She said with a laugh. "I totally forgot about how they added that new section in Victoria's Secret for bigger girls like me, and their...uh...bigger girls." Nicole quipped in reference to her tits, breaking out into a fit of giggles that caused her chest (and by proxy, you) to jostle violently.
Spinning on her heel, your sister headed right back to the clothing store she'd only left minutes ago, a pep in her step as her eyes (free from the phone that so constantly stole their attention and distracted her) finally noticed the signs advertising the new section of the store. Winding through the aisles, Nicole eventually reached the back corner of the store, where tons of clothing options awaited that were actually just about Nicole's size. Maybe still a fraction too small, as it was truly ludicrous for any normal person to even consider a girl existing with a chest like your younger sister's, but the fabric seemed soft enough that Nicole reasoned she wouldn't mind the minor difference.
Scooping up as many bras as she could carry into her arms, Nicole then bustled into the nearest fitting room stall and deposited her haul onto the bench. She then wrangled off her shirt, and then unfastened the 'straps' she'd made your arms and legs into. You gulped for fresh air as she peeled your slightly-sweaty self off of her breasts, eager to pull in as much cool freshness as you could before you invariably found yourself pinned against your sister's monstrously massive boobs for hours and hours as she spent the rest of the day at the mall. You hadn't even endured for that long yet, and already you felt exhausted to the max. Nicole's chest really had that effect on you, and hell, even on normal-sized people who found themselves almost smothered to death in one of your sister's infamously obliviously-tight hugs.
Nicole's eyes flashed as she spotted your smushed features making up the two cups of her brother-turned bra. "Oh, hey, Ted! Totally forgot you were with me, bro!" She giggled. "Crazy how that keeps happening, huh? Maybe it's because you're just so soft and supportive and stuff, like you were made to be my bra. Which, uh, I'm not saying you were, or anything! You're my bro, not my bra...at least not long-term. You are super comfy though, so it's not like I'd complain anytime you wanna volunteer for the position for a day, or week, or whatever!" She gave you a teasing wink, and then set you down on the bench...thankfully a bit away from her huge pile of try-ons.
Still too smushed to speak back to her, you couldn't really do much but lie there on the bench as Nicole gave you an impromptu fashion show. You really would have preferably been facing away from your topless sister as she shimmied and wriggled around into each new bra, but fate was so often not kind enough to spare you from humiliating experiences with your younger sister, and if not her, your mother. Or even your other close friends and extended family members. Honestly, you were sort of numb to it at this point, the sheer number of times you'd ended up in embarrassingly intimate moments with giantesses close to you, usually as a result of a squishing-related incident or you being molded into an object or whatnot.
Having finally found bras in her size, Nicole was on cloud nine, and she proceeded to get extremely carried away as her try-on session went from ten minutes, to thirty, and then to over an hour. Somewhat shockingly, you didn't reform the entire time, and your malleable body maintained it's bra-shaped form. You must've been more exhausted than you'd initially thought, or else Nicole's boobs really were that overpowering. Of course, maybe it was better this way, seeing as how your sister was just going to put you back on once she finished anyway, and wear you the rest of the day. If you reformed now, you'd just have to be uncomfortably molded back into shape anyway.
Finally, Nicole only had two bras left, and as she picked up the penultimate one, she broke into laughter. "Oh my god, this design is so funny!" She said aloud, snapping a memorable photo with her phone. "They, like, made it look like the bra is an actual person! His smushed little face is so adorable!" Nicole grinned, and from your vantage you caught sight of the bra's design through a mirror reflection. The bra did, indeed, look like a gummy-like man had been squashed and molded into the shape of a bra, his upper torso and head making up one cup while his lower torso and groin were the other cup.
Actually...it looked uncannily like you.
Of course, you reasonably knew it was just a normal bra, fabric and all. It wasn't as if you had a long-lost twin or some cliché like that. But the resemblance was still uncanny, and while it wouldn't have perturbed you much if you'd been in this situation with your mother or Jess...the fact that it was ditzy and oblivious Nicole you were dealing with filled you with some serious dread.
Your sister, oblivious to your silent worries (and probably just oblivious to you in general, as she hadn't spoken to you in over forty minutes), began putting on the bra like she did with all the others. To her surprise, she barely had to strain to wrestle her mammoth-sized tits into the bra. The bra was some sort of stretchy and soft fabric that made it a breeze to put on, and Nicole's expression morphed into a delighted smile as soon as she had it in place. She was so happy, in fact, that she failed to notice one of her nails accidentally rip the chip-tracked price tag off the bra, causing it to flutter onto the floor by her feet.
"Wow, this is amazing! And so comfy!" Nicole gushed. "One of, like, the best bras I've ever worn! I've gotta buy it!" Grinning from ear-to-ear, your younger sister promptly took the bra back off, and then tossed it onto the bench...unsettlingly close to you. In fact, her entire pile of clothes had drifted closer and closer to you, but now the bra she'd just worn was practically lying atop you, almost making you and it look like siblings. Bra brothers.
Nicole then moved onto trying on the final bra, which she ultimately ended up passing on. She then deliberated for an entire twenty minutes on which bras she wanted to buy, and if she had any good coupons or sales to take advantage of. It was somewhat funny to watch, seeing as how your airheaded sister lost track of you so effortlessly and constantly it was like she had the attention span of a goldfish, and yet she suddenly became a wiz if the situation involved hunting down good deals for fashion and clothing. But, you couldn't fully find the situation funny, because Nicole still didn't acknowledge you!
Finally, her eyes turned to you, and she gasped aloud. "Oh, gosh, Ted! Seriously, how do I keep forgetting about you? And after you were such an awesome bro and agreed to keep me company all day! Sorry, sorry." She sheepishly winced. "I swear it won't happen again. Anyway, time to get you back on, buddy. My stomach is growling like crazy, and I could really use some food! And I can't exactly walk out of the store with my boobs out!" Nicole giggled, and innocently failed to realize that just as much as she was hungry, you were hungry too. And yet, to her, you were on bra duty, nothing more.
Your younger sister smiled warmly as she reached for you...
...and her hand passed right over you, snagging the other look-alike bra instead!
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