After an excruciatingly long second, Becky’s gorgeous face finally broke into a somewhat hesitant smile, and the gargantuan woman leaned down to pick the bra up off of the ground. Her mammoth mammaries blocked her face entirely as she bent over to retrieve you, and as the bra was lifted off the ground, your view became entirely filled by the house-sized left breast of this impossibly curvaceous woman. She was going to put you on!
In an almost slow-mo sense of time, her milky smooth breast inched closer and closer to you, her perky nipple poise to nearly swallow you whole as it would crash directly into your body. However, at what felt like that last possible second, Becky hesitated, and withdrew the bra from her monumental chest. Her beautiful face was now back into a frown of concentration.
“Hm…swear I saw something, actually..” The black-haired giantess murmured softly, and her eyes meticulously scanned every single inch of the bra, until they finally settled on your body. You froze in intense fear, and that fear evolved into bloodcurdling panic as Becky’s analytical frown morphed into a look of overwhelming anger and rage. She had definitely recognized you now, and for some reason or another, it seemed to have really pissed her off.
Of course, you currently remained oblivious to Becky’s nature, having not gotten to know much about Quinn’s personal like. As such, you didn’t know that her mother despised and hated tinies with every fiber of her being. You didn’t know that Becky had a habit out of disposing of tinies, because she saw them as bugs that were beneath her. Quinn hadn’t yet divulged her repressed memories of losing precious tiny friends when she was younger, all because her vindictive mother found them to be freaks unworthy of associating with her innocent angel of a daughter.
From Becky’s perspective, she could hardly believe her eyes. Though painted black to blend in, and thusly just about invisible, Becky could nonetheless make out the faint outline of a tiny embedded into the lower portion of the left cup of the bra. By squinting, she could make out the disgusting, perverted bugs terror-stricken face, and that sight gave her some small comfort. At least the bug knew enough to realize how badly he’d screwed up.
It was abundantly clear to Becky know that the bra she was holding was not her own, and she vaguely recalled seeing the black straps of her darling daughter’s bra when they’d entered the changing room together. However, this only made her rage boil twice as furiously, as now it was clear that some worthless, puny, degenerate tiny had broken into her daughter’s new apartment, painted himself black as a disguise, and violated her chastity and modesty by tricking her into unknowingly wearing the bra he was glued to.
The reason Becky’s mind went to this conclusion was two-fold. One: Becky always and without fail thought the worst of tinies, never giving them a chance to explain themselves before administering her cruel judgment upon them. Two: Quinn, knowing this about her mother, had willingly withheld information about her new tiny roommate during their conversations all day. As such, Becky didn’t know anyone named Hunter even existed. Though Quinn had done it to attempt to protect you, it was really screwing you now.
“Did you say something, mom?” Quinn inquired from the adjacent stall, and Becky froze.
“Um…nothing, Quinnie! Just thinking about which of these darling little outfits to take home with me!” Becky replied with a cheery disposition that contrasted sharply with the malice glinting in her eyes that bored straight into your soul.
After another moment of terrifying contemplation, Becky grinned from ear-to-ear, cruelty written on her gorgeous face for all to see. She’d concocted a simple yet brilliantly effective plan for disposing of the wretched little tiny who’d DARED to abuse and take advantage of her precious angel. She’d also refrain from breathing a single word of her plan to Quinn. Though she loved her daughter dearly, the treatment of tinies was often a sticking point between them. Becky knew she’d want to give the lecherous bug a fair chance at defending himself, which was a ludicrous notion in Becky’s mind.
“Excuse me for a second, Quinnie!” Becky called happily. With haste, she threw on the red bra she’d worn to the mall, slipped back into a blouse that barely contained her outrageous assets, and sauntered out into the store proper. With outside the exit of the changing room, there was a small bin labeled ‘RETURN FOR RESHELVING’. Smiling callously one last time at you, Becky slammed you down into the bin, pushing you deep under a veritable mountain of other clothing items. Sufficient treatment for a bug as far as Becky was concerned.
Becky then, with a skip in her step, walked back into the changing room, gathered up her belongings, and put the clothes she was considering purchasing back into her shopping bag. Then, she enacted the final and most devious step in her plan. She’d plucked an incredibly similar black bra from the store racks with the intention of trying it on, but now that she was still holding onto it, it aided her in sealing the deal on that foul little freak. All she had to do was use her manicured nails to slice the security and price tags off the bra, then stuff the tags into the nearest trash can.
Then, as inconspicuously as possible, Becky tossed the bra over the divider to her daughter, who let out a soft yelp but caught you deftly. Becky giggled. “You dropped this earlier, my angel! The bra you wore here!”
Quinn, thrown off by her mother’s unexpected toss, stammered out a reply. “Th-thanks…sorry about dropping them.”
“No problem at all, Quinnie my angel!” Becky said in a singsong manner. “All ready to check out?”
“Sure…” Quinn trailed off, looking at the relatively small pile of clothing she had actually found that fit her and felt comfy. Shrugging, your roommate slipped the black bra on, once more not even bothering to glance at you. She wasn’t mad at you, per say, but she was definitely a bit disappointed. Still, she had a feeling Avery had strong-armed you into the prank plan, so maybe she’d help you free later in the day. Maybe.
Of course, if Quinn had actually bothered to check for you, she would’ve found a totally empty area on her spotless black bra. In her rush to re-dress herself and still a bit off-kilter from Becky’s bra toss, Quinn was none-the-wiser to how thoroughly she’d stepped into her mother’s trap. Becky was all-too-pleased with her performance at executing the tiny’s deserved punishment, and only grinned wider as Quinn nonchalantly dumped her unwanted clothes into the ‘RETURN FOR RESHELVING’ bin on their way out of the changing room.
Meanwhile, you were in a full-on panic mode, barely able to think straight as you fought desperately to reform. However, Avery had done far too good a job on sealing you in place, and you couldn’t budge an inch. You actually began to wonder if you even could escape on your own, or if outside help was a necessity by now. Avery had described the black polish she’d glued you with as being difficult to break free from. How could you find help now, alone as you were?
A full hour of quiet passed, and you made no progress in the slightest towards reforming. By this point, Quinn and Becky were chowing down on lunch in the food court, and planning on heading back to the apartment afterwards. Becky was on cloud nine at how successful she’d been in defending her daughter from yet another tiny pervert, and Quinn firmly believed she still had you safely tucked away. You could only wallow in depression, and wonder why Becky had done something so horrible to you without even getting to know you first.
Finally, weight above you lifted, but it became almost instantly apparent that this spelled disaster instead of salvation. A store employee soon came into view, and the disinterested girl didn’t even glance at your direction as she flipped the bra over and over.
“Damn. Stuck-up customers damaging the merchandise. Where the hell’s the price tag and security tag?” The girl groaned. Swearing under her breath, she tucked you under her arm and wandered off to the back room, allowing her fellow employee’s to finish emptying and reshelving the items from the returns bin.
In the back room, the employee typed away on her computer, and managed to come up with an inventory database that recorded all items the store owned. A few more clicks and she found the page for the same black bra manufacturing as the one you were stuck you. A few more seconds after that, and she’d printed out another price tag and security tag.
She slapped the price tag onto the front of the right cup, and attached the security tag and plastic clip to one of the straps. Still complaining under her breath about all the extra work, the girl shuffled back into the store and into the lingerie department, heading far down the aisle to where the largest sizes were on display.
There, the girl noticed an empty slot in the rack of black bras (left by the bra that Becky had taken just a while ago). Grabbing a spare hook, the employee hung up the bra and dropped the hook into place. You were now, completing against your will and with no way to fight against it, a part of the store’s inventory, stuck up on the rack of black bras. The outside of the cups faced outward towards the aisle, so all you could do was face the bland wall, and no one would spot you by strolling by (though you were still, of course, practically invisible to all but the closest inspection).
How had your life come to this?
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