Suzi holds you up and looks at you approvingly. It's still so weird to be a purple silk bra, but it's even stranger to see the secretary from your office holding you like an object - which you are. Of course, people don't usually talk to objects. "This is two birds with one stone," she says to you. "You're my only witness, and not only did I get you out of the picture, but now I have my new bra to wear tonight." You would shudder if you could, but now all you can do is wonder apprehensively whether Suzi is serious. Sure, you'd love to be a woman's bra for a night, especially a hot blonde like Suzi, but you're concerned by her tone. She's just going to do whatever she feels like? Shouldn't you have some input into this?
Suzi apparently thinks otherwise, as she puts you down on the bed and leaves the room, evidently to take a shower which starts a moment later. Although you still hope Suzi will turn you back pretty soon, you decide to make the best of the situation. And sure enough, within a few minutes Suzi comes out in a towel, looking gorgeous as usual, and takes clothes for the evening out of her closet. She first puts on a pair of panties, and you start to get excited knowing you're next. Sure enough, she picks you up one more time, wraps you around her chest, pulls you tight, and hooks your clasps in the back. All of a sudden, you're a bra.
It's a heavenly feeling. Not just pressed up against Suzi's beautiful breasts, you actually feel like you're constantly holding them up with your hands but also like your face is pressed against them too. It's exactly what you were hoping it would be like, and that's not even counting your tight embrace of her shoulders and back. It's fantastic.
Then she started walking. The bounce would have been fairly subtle for someone passing her by on the street, but you finally realize exactly how much work a bra does. As Suzi walks, the bounce in her breasts push them down against your two cups. Unlike most forms of work, the heavy lifting here is even more of a delight, as Suzi's breasts are literally on top and around you, and pushing hard. You really love it.
So as a result, you don't notice much what Suzi ends up doing. She gets dressed, covering you with a dark blue blouse, and leaves her apartment. Though you can hear most outside sounds through her thin blouse, you wind up not caring what she does. Most of it would be dull normally, and compared to focusing on her two giant breasts, there's not much reason a bra would care what Suzi is saying. She goes out drinking with friends, and seems to do little more than talk and drink. Although occasionally she lets her bra strap show, all you can really see is her neck and the underside of her chin. Besides, every time she moves her arms or turns in her chair or gets up and walks, her breasts put a slightly different pressure on you. So when Suzi gets up and leaves, you feel like you're just getting started.
By the time Suzi returns to her apartment, you find yourself actually hoping she keeps you this way. Maybe you don't want to be a bra forever, but it's a marvelous experience, and you wouldn't mind seeing what it'd be like to be the office secretary's bra for an entire day. When Suzi takes off her blouse, exposing you to the world once again, she then unclasps your hooks in the back, and you feel a tinge of disappointment. That beautiful pressure is gone.
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Suzi undressed and smiled: now that was a comfortable bra. Funny how the one she created with the gun turns out to be the best fit she's ever had. She loved the idea of keeping that guy from the office as a bra for a while, just to show him who's boss. Who knows, maybe she'd even forget he was a person. On the other hand, she liked the idea of transforming him, over and over, into whatever she needed at the moment. Who would he be to say anything, either, as an inanimate object? Suzi loved the fact that she found this gun. She was thrilled.