Author's note: This chapter was written with the assistance of AI.
Jess stretched her arms above her head, her toned muscles flexing as she let out a small yawn. “Alright, I’m gonna grab a shower, and then maybe take a nap. You good down there, shrimp?” she asked, glancing down at you with a loving glint in her eyes. You nodded, still feeling a bit dazed from the last few minutes. She gave you a quick wink before heading upstairs, leaving you alone with Nicole on the couch.
Nicole was still engrossed in her show, her legs curled up under her and a bowl of popcorn balanced precariously on her lap. She glanced over at you as Jess’s footsteps faded. “So, Ted,” she began, her voice casual but with a hint of something else—something that made your stomach twist in anticipation. “I was thinking about heading to the mall later. My bras are all so uncomfortable, and I need a new one.” She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied you. “You’re gonna come with me, right?”
You blinked up at her, feeling a mix of confusion and dread. “Me? Why? Can’t you just try them on yourself?”
She pouted, leaning forward slightly so her large breasts pressed together. “Oh, come on, Ted. You’re perfect for this. You already did such a good job earlier.” Her tone was light, almost teasing, but there was an underlying insistence that you knew you couldn’t ignore.
“Nicole, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you started, your voice hesitant. “I mean, last time I ended up stuck—”
“Exactly!” she interrupted, her eyes lighting up. “You were amazing as a bra. You didn’t complain once, and you helped me feel so supported. I really need that right now.” She set the popcorn bowl aside and shifted on the couch so she was facing you fully. Her expression softened, and she reached out to gently poke your shoulder. “Please, Ted? Pretty please? I’ll owe you one.”
You hesitated, your mind racing. On one hand, the idea of being stretched into a bra—especially for an entire trip to the mall—sounded like a nightmare. On the other hand, Nicole was looking at you with those big, pleading eyes, and you knew she wouldn’t take no for an answer. “I… I guess I can help,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper.
Nicole’s face lit up, and she clapped her hands together. “Yay! You’re the best, bro.” She reached down and scooped you up, her fingers wrapping around you with surprising gentleness. “Don’t worry, I’ll make this quick. We’ll be in and out before you know it.”
Before you could protest further, she was already pulling at your arms and legs, stretching you out into a flat, flexible shape. The sensation was familiar but no less unsettling. Your body twisted and flattened under her hands, your limbs splaying out as she molded you into the perfect form to cradle her ample chest. Your arms and legs made up the bra straps, with your upper torso and head making up the left cup while your lower torso and groin were formed into the right cup. “There we go,” she murmured, her fingers pressing against you to smooth out any bumps. “You’re like a custom-made bra. Fits perfectly.”
You wanted to say something—anything—but your flattened form left you completely mute. All you could do was lie there as Nicole took off her shirt and positioned you over her breasts, your body struggling to conform to the heavy weight of her flesh. She adjusted you slightly, her fingers brushing against your sides as she made sure you were secure. “Alright, let’s see…” she muttered, reaching for her shirt. She pulled it on over her head, your flattened body trapped underneath the fabric, pressed tightly against her skin.
The pressure was intense, her breasts pushing down on you with a force that made your head spin. You could feel every movement she made, every breath she took. It was overwhelming, but there was nothing you could do. You were completely at her mercy.
“Perfect!” Nicole exclaimed, standing up and smoothing out her shirt. She glanced down at her chest, her hands resting on her hips. “You look great, Ted. Very supportive.” She laughed, the sound light and carefree, before grabbing her purse and heading for the door. “Alright, let’s go. The mall awaits!”
The drive to the mall was a blur. Nicole chatted happily the entire time, her voice drowning out any thoughts you might have had. You were barely aware of the world outside, your entire existence reduced to the sensation of her unreasonably large breasts pressing against you. It was hot, suffocating, and utterly inescapable.
When you finally arrived, Nicole parked the car and practically bounced out of her seat, her excitement palpable. “Okay, so I think we should start at Victoria’s Secret,” she said, although what you could hear was much more muffled. “They usually have the best selection. Oh, and maybe we can grab some lunch after. I’m starving.”
She didn’t wait for a response—not that you could have given one—before heading into the mall. When you finally reached Victoria’s Secret, Nicole made a beeline for the bra section. She began browsing through the racks, her fingers running over the fabrics as she hummed to herself. “Hmm… this one’s cute,” she muttered, holding up a lacy black bra. “Oh, and this one too. Maybe I’ll try both.”
She turned to you, her eyes lighting up with an idea. “Hey, Ted, would you mind if I tried these on? You’ll be able to tell me how they feel, right?” Her grin was wide, her tone innocent, but you knew better. She wasn’t really asking—she was telling.
Nicole grabbed a few bras and headed for the fitting room. The attendant gave her a polite smile as she handed her a key, and Nicole disappeared behind the curtain. Once inside, she set the bras aside and turned to face you, her hands resting on her hips. “Alright, let’s do this.”
She pulled off her shirt, your flattened body still pressed against her chest. You were stretched so thoroughly that your body was paper-thin. The sudden exposure to the cool air was a brief relief, but it didn’t last long. Nicole grabbed the first bra and slid it on over her shoulders, your body sandwiched between her breasts and the new garment. The pressure increased, and you could feel the lace digging into you as she adjusted the straps.
“How’s this one look?” she asked, turning to look at herself in the mirror. She smoothed her hands over her chest, her fingers brushing against the bra. “Hmm… it’s a bit tight. Maybe I should try a bigger size. What do you think Ted? Ted?”
Nicole looked around and remembered that you were acting as her bra earlier. She threw her palm at her face, removed the lace bra, and then removed you as well. You hoped that she would now wear her new bra and let you reform, and this seemed to be the case as you tried to ignore your sister's beautiful bare breasts in front of you.
Nicole tried on each bra, checking herself out in the mirror after each one. After going through each one, she exclaims to herself “Ugh, I hate how they never carry my size. No new bras for me today I guess.” she said, reaching out for your body. Your eyes widened as you were powerless to stop Nicole from taking the bra that she came in with (you) and putting it back on.
She slipped her shirt back on, your body once again pressed tightly against her chest, and headed out of the fitting room. “Alright, just a few more stops and then I’ll head home,” she said quietly to herself. “I need to grab a few things from the food court.”
You barely had time to process her words before she was dragging you through the mall again, your body aching under the relentless pressure of her breasts. It was going to be a long day. You could only wonder what Jess was doing back at home… and whether she’d even noticed you were gone. But Nicole didn’t seem to care about that. She was already pulling you toward the food court, her focus entirely on the pretzel stand in front of her.
Your day as Nicole’s bra was far from over.
1) Nicole checks out another clothing store, hoping to find any bras that fit her, trying on multiple bras on top of your flattened self.
2) Nicole remembers you, and thanks you again for your selfless service as she continues her shopping trip.
3) Nicole runs into a friend of hers who has always had a crush on her. You're privy to Nicole's obliviousness, and you want to encourage her to ask the girl out.
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