Somethjng short (Maybe I'll expand on it. Heh, see what I did there?)

[Laughingman]

(I plan on starting this now and finishing it later, or at least updating it occasionally. So don't expect anything right ((or write, hah. Don't worry, these won't be in the story)) now. Or maybe I'll do something quick just so this isn't completely useless.)

Jennifer looked at the bra for several seconds before deciding that she hadn't decided on buying it. She really wanted the bra because it was lacy and looked nice but there was just something strange about it. Every time she picked it up, she felt her mind numb just a little, as if it were clouded by an almost imperceptible mist.

She picked the bra up, sat it down, picked it up, sat it down again and then turned to walk away. She took three steps before she twirled again and picked the bra up once more, heading to the dressing room. She couldn't make up her mind if she wanted it or not, so perhaps trying it on would help. She had never experienced this much trouble over purchasing any garment before, although that alone was perhaps exacerbating the problem.

Walking up to the store clerk, Jennifer smiled and asked politely where the dressing rooms were with just the bra in hand. The clerk was a "pretty little thing" as Jennifer's mother would have said, with a rather busty figure despite her small stature. The blond haired clerk looked quizzically at Jennifer, obviously curious why the girl had only one thing she intended to try on. She said nothing however, also failing to comment on Jennifer's eyes giving the girl a once over, and directed the perplexed customer to the rear dressing room.

Once inside, Jennifer sat the bra down as she undid her button up shirt. No longer holding the strange clothing, Jennifer felt the strange mist dissipate once more, and she realized that she had been staring at the clerk while speaking with her. She couldn't really remember the reason now, maybe she was just comparing herself to the young blond. Jennifer wasn't a lesbian by any means, and she reminded herself that she obviously would have no interest in the clerk's body other than to boost her already small pool of self confidence.

Finally undoing the last button, Jennifer sat her purple shirt down on the bench next to the bra. She quickly unclasped the b cup bra from the front of her chest and then placed it on top of her shirt. She looked herself over in the mirror for a second, not pleased with what she saw. Her body was actually very attractive, as most men would attest. Their eyes never wandered far from her tone body, although she took that for courtesy and nothing else.

She was well toned from weekly gym sessions, giving her a flat stomach that didn't show muscles but also had no "pudginess" to it. She was five ten, and her legs were slender and long, but not so much that she looked disproportionate. Her rear was nicely shaped and probably the most notable thing about her, as it was the only thing that really stood out in her mind. Her b sized breasts were perky and her nipples weren't overly large. She had a pleasant soft face with deep blue eyes and a slightly pointed chin, framed by long dark hair cascading down past her shoulder blades. Yet to Jennifer it was nothing but a mess, to her the parts didn't fit together.

Sighing, Jennifer reached down and picked up the bra again. She didn't even notice this time as the fog lightly touched the edges of her mind. Inspecting the bra once more Jennifer again noticed that there was something odd about it, and finally she was able to identify just what it was. The fabric was definitely a lacy silk, but the bra felt stretchy and almost seemed warm to the touch. Infact, looking at it now in the darker dressing room, it almost seemed to glow in her hand.

Deciding to finally put her indecisiveness to rest, Jennifer put on the bra, closing the straps around the back. Looking at herself now in the mirror, she instantly made the decision to buy the bra. It could be the way it seemed to perfectly cling to her perky breasts, or just that the dark blue color matched her eyes, but this one bra seemed to do wonders for her.

Suddenly everything fit together, her large rear and long legs, her beautiful dark hair and deep blue eyes. They all matched up perfectly now, and Jennifer knew it had to be the bra. The article of clothing was practically glowing upon her chest, and Jennifer couldn't help but give a small twirl infront of the mirror. She began to assume a number of poses, seeing how the bra looked from different angles. When she turned her back to the mirror and twisted her torso to look around, she couldn't help but give her butt a slap. It jiggled with ferocity and Jennifer giggled, imitating some film star she couldn't remember. She finally turned back around to face herself, feeling the fine comfortable silk with her hands.

Her fingers ran all over the garment, feeling it's groves and curves tracing her own. For a second a strange thought entered her head, as she wished that the clerk outside would come and use her hands to trace the same lines across her chest. Before her muddled mind could cling to the thought, however, she was snapped out of her groping by a new revelation. The bra didn't just appear to glow on her, it actually WAS glowing on her.

The bra had gone from a dim glitter to actually being bright enough to light up the dressing room. Jennifer giggled for a moment at the thought of headlights, but knew that someone would eventually question where the light was coming from. For a brief second she realized that could mean the arrival of the pretty little clerk, but shook her head to clear that thought out. She still wanted this bra, it was too amazing to let anyone else have it, but she had to take it off before someone thought she was stealing a flashlight or something.

Taking the garment off was simple enough, although there was a small bit of the fuzziness left inside her head this time even though Jennifer had laid the bra to the side. However, as it began to clear she noticed that the light had not dimmed, and that it was no longer coming from her bra. Her breasts had somehow picked up the luminescence that the clothing article had previously displayed, although now it was completely dark. She stood for several seconds staring at her breasts, more interested than horrified. A knock at the door startled her out of her self fixation, followed by the soft voice of the clerk asking if she was ok.

Startled, Jennifer jumped and turned to face the slatted door, her breasts pouring light upon it. She instantly realized that it would shine through the door and so she quickly grabbed her breasts and turned her back to the door. "I'm ok, I just had to get my flashlight out because I...uh...dropped my keys."

There was a moment of silence and finally the clerk was gone, apparently accepting her excuse for the time being. Jennifer sighed in relief when she realized she was stlil holding on to her boobs. She chuckled a little and looked down intrigued by the sight of light pouring out through her fingers. She let her breasts go and the quickly illuminated the small stall. She was worried but at the same time fascinated, sure she had been slipped some sort of drug by one of her coworkers. Deciding it would be best to just buy the bra and go home, Jennifer went to work at putting her old clothes back on.

She had no trouble finding them, the light shining from her breasts made it easy to see in the once darkened stall. However, as she brought the front of her bra together to fix the clasp, she noticed two things. the first was that her bra didn't completely shade her new illuminated assets. The second was that the bra seemed too small. It wasn't by much, but she could tell because she actually had to struggle to finally get the clasp connected. Eventually with a little effort she got the clasp closed and began to button up her shirt. She had hoped that the combination of her shirt and her old bra would keep her breasts from being noticeable as luminescent Christmas tree bulbs, but just a little bit of light peaked through. Infact, Jennifer almost thought they were glowing brighter.

Intending to avoid wasting time and just wanting to leave the store, Jennifer hurried out of the small dressing room, running into the clerk with almost audible smack. Small streams of light shot out from behind her buttons as the two women crashed into one another, as Jennifer's clothes were rumpled upon impact. It was fast enough that not even Jennifer herself saw, and she instead leaned down to help the clerk up.

"Are you ok? I'm so sorry, I know I should look where I'm going..." She trailed off on her apology as noticed with slight surprise that the girl was staring at her chest. Jennifer froze in fear for a second, sure that her illuminated orbs were showing through her shirt even in the bright lights of the department store. However, the clerk seemed to be fixated on Jennifer's chest merely because it was Jennifer's chest.

"I'm...I'm ok. So I hope you buy that bra, although I don't really remember it being here before. Although, as pretty as you are, you could just walk around naked and no one would complain. A pretty chest, I mean! Er...you don't need a bra but I hope you buy it because...it'll look nice on you." The clerk was stammering over her words, and Jennifer then even heard the girl sigh. "Everything looks nice on you." The last part was so soft Jennifer thought she might have imagined it, but she wasn't sure. She was sure, however, that the girl had been slowly leaning in closer as she spoke to Jennifer. The clerk's gaze was fixated upon Jennifer's chest, and Jennifer found her gaze fixated upon the girl.

They stood like that for a moment, awkwardly close, before Jennifer realized what she was doing. She could tell her nipples were hard, which was rather strange as she knew she wasn't attracted to females. However, what really got her attention was that she could tell that her breasts actually had began to glow brighter, as if in response to her nipples. Hoping to break the girl's gaze, Jennifer looked down at the clerk's name tag. "Staci" it read, perched nicely upon the top of the clerk's full busom...Shaking her head again, Jennifer knew she had to leave this strange store.

"Staci, right? Listen Staci, um...yeah I'm gonna buy this bra but to do that I really need to go. I'm kind of in a rush, but thanks for all the help, really. You're the breast...um, best clerk I've ever seen working here, and I'll recommend you for a raise or something...but I have to go." Jennifer's words tumbled out quickly, she was trying her best to break away from the clingy clerk, although she knew that in part she was at fault too. The girl nodded absently, never once meeting Jennifer's eyes as she turned and headed towards the check out.

There was a man at the register who mostly regarded Jennifer with the normal looks that any man gave her, and she knew this was due to her rather comely figure. Perhaps later on, after she had figured out what was causing her problem, she could come back here in her wonderful bra and attempt to change the man's perspective. However, all the thought really brought to her was the knowledge that she'd run into Stacy again if she came back. Her nipples hardened once more and Jennifer knew that it while her glowing problem wasn't showing through her shirt enough to really be noticeable, her nipples were, and she never remembered that happening before. She quickly payed for the bra, not wanting anyone to see her sticking through her shirt, not to mention that she could feel herself glowing a little brighter once more. picking up her bag, Jennifer adjusted her uncomfortably tight shirt and headed out into the dark night, towards her car...
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Chapter 2: The other side of the register

Staci knew there was something wrong with her. More to the point, there was something wrong with her previously that was not wrong now. She found it hard to describe, even to herself. Working as a sales clerk at a local mall's clothing store wasn't exactly the future that Staci saw for herself, but she couldn't complain. It was a boring mindless job, and even though Staci was a very intelligent girl, she enjoyed the fact that she could sit around and basically do nothing for hours on end. The best part of working in the women's section meant that she avoided the usual leering stares of the guys that were interested in her. If any man came around here, he was already married or buying for his girlfriend. They would occasionally hit on her, but mostly they were to embarrassed to be holding lady's underwear to do anything but stare at the floor and mumble.

She knew she was "pretty," with short hair that came down to just past her ears in the back, and down to her nose in the front. Her blue eyes were always said to "sparkle," and while she had a little weight on her, it mostly accentuated her body's curves and made her appear "soft." She knew of course that most guys were drawn to her curves, even if they were only on the top half of her body. She knew that having a very full D cup on her combined with her looks drew in almost any single guy in the room, but to her they weren't quite enough. To Staci, she always looked top heavy, large perky breasts joined by a round but taut belly, ending in a tiny waist with short legs. Her rear could barely be said to exist at all, and infact her entire lower figure seemed to be lacking in any sort of womanly charm. Her legs were shapely enough, but her entire midsection seemed to be one large flat surface. Staci knew that her problem wasn't attracting guys, it was avoiding attracting them.

Staci had dated several men in the past that had all wanted only her body, and so she had decided that she would wait until she found someone she truly felt suited with. She wanted someone that liked her for her brains, and not for her breasts. She really didn't want anyone at all, until that woman had come into the store. That was when whatever was wrong with her suddenly kicked in. It was odd enough that the woman had only one garment, but afterwords there were strange sounds and an odd light coming from the dressing room. Staci had decided to go check on the woman, who said she needed her flashlight. However, when the light poured out from the slatted door, the young clerk was sure that she had seen two luminescent points behind the slats. Waiting a few minutes, Staci decided to check on the girl again, when the woman flew out of the dressing room and slammed into Staci, knocking her down. For a second, her vision flashed white and she was dizzy.
The woman helped Staci up, and that was when something changed inside the clerk. She had never been the least bit interested in women, and yet as she looked up at the woman standing above her, she suddenly wanted only to be embraced in the girl's slender arms. She rose to be greeted by two tiny yet wondrous orbs, pointy breasts that strangely called to Staci. She stammered out a short cluster of words to the woman but could not tear her vision away from the twin peaks that were perched atop the woman's chest. Staci knew that she was not a lesbian but her entire being wished to lean against the soft protruding mounds behind the woman's shirt. Something about her just enraptured Staci, and the clerk could only think of long steamy showers with the girl infront of her. Even now, long after the woman had left, Staci still found herself distracted by those thoughts.

Yet her mind now was clear, where before it had been made fuzzy by the mere presence of one person. Staci stood up from her small desk infront of the changing rooms, deciding that instead of confusing herself with thoughts of naked women, she should get a bite to eat. Heading towards the break room, however, she ran into Paul, or in actuality Paul ran into her. He had been concentrating on a cup of cold tea, and hadn't noticed Staci in the least as he hurried towards her. They collided, knocking both of them back as if they had hit a rubber wall. Paul flailed with his arms in an attempt to avoid spilling his tea, but instead practically launched the liquid at Staci. She lept back in time to avoid getting completely soaked, but her skirt and panties were completely drenched.

Muttering apologies while Staci uttered curses, Paul set down his now empty cup and placed his hand on Staci's shoulder. Normally she wouldn't like anyone touching her like that, but Paul was kind soul and she knew he meant no harm. Paul was slightly higher up on the corporate ladder than she, and so he offered to make amends by allowing her any "lower garments" she wished from the store, on his pay. She blushed a little from his generous offer and decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Even though Paul was nice, Staci was still irritated and decided to get the most expensive skirt in the store. When browsing for panties, she found a pair that she had never really seen before, although that was expected in such a huge store. They were the only ones left on the rack and were fairly expensive, which made Staci decide they were hers before she even really looked at them. The store was almost closing, so she rushed into the dressing room to get out of her wet clothes. She quickly pried them off herself, and took a few minutes to dry off, and plopped the wet clothes down onto the bench.

She tried on the panties first, and instantly knew she had made a good choice. They were a soft blue color, and covered her rear entirely. The pair felt like rubber and velvet at the same time, and seemed to fit her perfectly. Looking at herself in the mirror, she imagined herself on a fashion show, although she'd never really walk anywhere without pants or a skirt covering her lower regions. The underwear were so comfortable she decided that she would buy more once they were restocked in the store, despite the price. She then pulled her skirt on, which was a little uncomfortable, but worked. She didn't really mind, she knew she could take it off when she got home and never wear it again. She mostly just wanted to make Paul pay.

She looked herself over in the mirror, twirling about and watching her new skirt as she twirled. It was very pretty, but really her mind was still on the underwear. The soft material felt nice, infact, it felt really good. She bit her lower lip a little bit as she realized that it felt so good she was slightly rubbing her nipples as she looked herself over. She knew what she was doing was unthinkable, touching herself in the store she worked at, but her panties just fit her so well. She turned and looked and her rear in the mirror, the wonderful garment almost making her butt appear larger. She smiled a little and swayed her hips, which were also accentuated by her new underwear. She decided to take off her skirt to get a better look, and was a bit taken aback by how nice the panties really did look on her. They made her butt seem to swell out,and her hips flared outwards slightly as well. It was a marvelous effect and she wondered how the makers had achieved such a feat. Any clothes that made her rear look better had to be magic.

As the underwear felt better and better, she decided that after such a strange day she deserved to release some tension. It had been a long day at work and now that she was alone by herself, she needed to ease away the horrible day somehow. As if her mind knew the answer, she found her eyes quickly drawn to her large, full breasts. Her button down shirt just begged to come off and almost automatically she began to unbutton it, her eyes fixated on her chest int he mirror as she slowly pulled apart the fabric. She didn't take her shirt off, finding the sight of herself in nothing but an open shirt and panties strangely arousing. Her large bust heaved with her breathing as her fingers caressed her fleshy mounds. However, while they had always been sensitive, Staci found herself needing more than just a simple breast massage. Her hands wandered down to her nether regions, and gingerly touched her lower lips. A soft gasp filled the small dressing room as the clerk found herself to be extremely responsive. She knew with one touch where this would lead and so she did the only rational thought that her mind could think of and grabbed her still wet panties from the bench.

She wasn't about to ruin her new underwear, at least not here in the store. Staci wasn't about to try to go home like that, and so she jammed her wet panties down in front of her crotch. What she had expected was that once she was done, she would only mess up a pair of panties that were already wet. What she hadn't expected, however, was for it to feel incredible to have anything touch her down there. Her hips buckled and she began to gyrate in the air, her old panties pressing up against her new underwear, and in turn pressing against her. Placing both hands on the wall and looking at herself in the mirror, Staci pushed against her old panties and did her best to stifle the moans she couldn't help but make. With a small cry of pleasure she finished, and as if someone had turned on a switch, she felt her mind suddenly become crystal clear. She was aware of what she had just done, and was ashamed of herself. She quickly fished out her old panties and sat them down on the bench again, preferring to avoid looking at them. She then plopped down beside her wet garments on the bench, somewhat exhausted from her ordeal.

Despite what had just happened, however, she felt a small twinge of pleasure issue up from her rear as it connected and softly bounced against the hard surface of the bench. She gasped slightly in surprise, but soon felt the feeling turn into something that was more like extreme comfort. She was about to lean back and close her eyes when she suddenly fell off the seat. Her bottom contacted the ground and again the pleasant feeling arose. Staci was more curious how she had fallen off, however. She hadn't been anywhere near the edge of the bench and yet somehow she had still fallen forward. Not only that, but her butt almost seemed to bounce slightly at touching the ground, as if it were made of rubber. She shook her head, trying to avoid thinking about how nice it had felt and just sitting back down on the cool bench. She prepared herself for the small jolt of pleasure as she sat down, and again decided to rest by leaning back against the wall behind her. Once more she fell off the front of the bench, but this time she was alot more worried.

Instead of falling straight down as she had before, she somewhat seemed to glide through the air just slightly, and when she hit the ground below, her butt actually bounced along the ground twice. It felt amazing each time she impacted with the ground, but her concern outweighed her pleasure. She decided that she was going crazy, and quickly stood up to leave. However, instead of just standing up, she found herself floating upwards for a few seconds before gliding back down. It wasn't much, just like when she had fallen off the seat, but it was longer air time than she should have had. She knew her shift was practically over anyway, so she decided to head home early. She didn't want any of her friends to know she was going crazy, and maybe once she got home and was able to relax, she would find all of this was just a hallucination. Putting her skirt back on, Staci was irritated to find that the reason it had been uncomfortable beforehand was that it was just a little too small. Her waist seemed to protrude out the sides slightly and her rear not only stuck out behind it, but also stuck out slightly along the bottom.

For a fleeting moment her mind found that strangely sexy, but she pushed the thought aside as she rushed out of the dressing room. She was headed to clock out early when she realized she had not buttoned her shirt up, and quickly returned to her desk. She sat on her tiny stool, again feeling that odd pleasure, and turned away from the store while she did up her blouse. She quickly hopped off the stool, and didn't actually notice that she hung in the air for just a second, and then her feet touched the ground. Her rear jiggled with the motion of her landing, and she noticed that it too produced a pleasurable feeling. She had no time to concentrate on the matters though as she gathered up her purse and old clothes, and made a quick excuse to her boss. She headed out the door into the windy night, prepared to walk the two blocks to her house faster than she had ever before...

[keybladeknight]

great job

[Laughingman]

Thanks, although it seems that you're the only one that likes it, lol.

[Agusroy]

Awesome work! I can't wait to see what happens next. You've got a lot of potential here.

[DevonCory]

That's quite good. I like your style Laughingman, and I'm curious to see where you're going with this.

Is this a first or have you done other stories before?

[Laughingman]

Thanks guys! Glad you like it, and I plan on continuing it soon.

To answer your question Devon, I occasionally do message board rp's under a different name. However, I also just like writing and it's one of my strong points. I wrote a story here once but I didn't put in alot of effort and it sucked, lol. So I'm hoping to make up for that with this.

[vincent_richter]

At a cursory first glance, this looks rather interesting. I'm short on time until the weekend, but I'll take a closer look at it then.

[Laughingman]

There's more now! Chapter 2 is up and ready! I do these all in one setting, btw, with only Firefox as a spell check, so they might not be the best thing you've ever read. They're meant to be "something short" as the title goes, and hopefully they're still enjoyable regardless. This one was a bit rushed at the end as I had a few things I wanted to convey but I wanted to end it as well. These two chapters are just the set up for what happens next, so I hope you look forward for what's to come!

[qzar9999]

Well this is certainly interesting. I'd like to see where you're going next with this piece.

[tsokei]

Haha, interesting; I liked the mysterious falling off the bench bit and your overall story quality is good. Thanks for posting!

[Laughingman]

Glad you're enjoying it. I plan on continuing, but I'm slow with these things. I actually don't like the second part as much as the first. While both of them are "on the spot" sort of things, I didn't like how the second one turned out. I rushed it at parts when I shouldn't have, but I was running out of time when writing it as I had to leave. Also, I don't know what I was thinking in naming the second character Staci with an "I." It is so hard to not automatically use a "Y," lol.