TF-Were
Jasmine thought it was the stupidest thing she'd ever heard. The Secret's new lingerie line came in only one size. DD bra, and small panties. Honestly, who was gonna fall for that? She'd been working in the store for a few months now, and if there was one thing she knew, it was that people were awful damn picky about how their underwear fit. Nobody is gonna buy a bra that is three cup sizes too big for them, no matter what kind of stupid-ass tagline they put underneath it. "Transformation-were" they called it, and the tagline was even worse. "HAVE the body you merely WISHED you had" was written in fancy cursive underneath a picture of a woman bending down and showing her gi-normous cleavage. On the picture, her head had been photoshopped so that her eyes and her smile looked more cat-like. She was grinning toward the camera and licking her lips hungrily. Jasmine had seen all the men drag their girlfriends into the store after seeing the advertisement. Which of course is just how it was supposed to work. Still, Jasmine couldn't imagine spending 50 bucks on a bra that didn't even fit. It seemed, though, that they couldn't keep them on their shelves. The first week of the new product rollout had been pretty slow, but things had picked up quickly, and now it seemed as if people were coming into the store and buying nothing else!
It was stupid, Jasmine thought as she tidied up the decimated central display area. It didn't even look like the other sections of the store had been touched today, but of course the TF-were (again, stupid play on words. "Wear" and "were". Ugh.) display was wrecked. There wasn't a great deal to tidy up, she had to admit, since most of the product was gone. Just a few pieces left here and there. And it was easy to restock, too. All one size, just dump it in the bin and wait for the rush again the next day. Several of the girls in the store had bought a pair with their generous employee discounts and spent all of their time ranting and raving about it to their customers, but Jasmine had been a little more reserved. A young college student with precious little money to spare, she had scoffed at spending 50 dollars on a bra she couldn't wear. "Oh but you can!" claimed the other women. "Just try it, you'll see!" they said as Jasmine smirked at them. A whole rack of B-cups sat right there, and for only 15 dollars! Jasmine was just never one to be caught up in the 'zeitgeist' and follow the trends. Still, the news articles and steady stream of customers had intrigued her.
She looked around the quiet store, noticing how still everything was with the customers gone and the mall shutting down. Cindy was behind the register, counting the till and lost in concentration. She and Jasmine got along pretty well, and they were a good closing team. They were usually out of the store pretty quick in the evenings, which gave Jasmine a good bit of time for homework. Cindy had bought one of the new bras a week or so ago, and hadn't stopped talking about it for a second since. She was constantly trying to get Jasmine to just try it, but Jasmine had been fending her off regularly. She had to admit, though, that Cindy did look pretty good wearing it. She had never looked particularly "big" up top, Jasmine didn't think, but that bra must do a good job of squishing up whatever you've got, because she never seemed to have a problem filling out a shirt. And it always looked like she filled the bra out pretty well too; she never had the tell-tale front bra lines that girls get when they have extra room left in their cups.
Jasmine absentmindedly picked up one of the bras sitting on the table in front of her. It felt like pretty normal fabric, and it was completely unpadded. Normal clasp, normal straps, just a gigantic set of cups. Jasmine snickered to herself holding them out in front of her. And the panties were no better. Tiny little wisps of fabric, as unassuming as anything in the store. Jasmine glanced up at Cindy, still shuffling a stack of ones through her hands. There was nothing left in the store to accomplish on Jasmine's end; she had only to wait for Cindy to get the tills evened out, and locked up in the safe for the next day. Jasmine had a few minutes of time to waste. She grabbed the dainty shreds of fabric in her hands and walked past Cindy toward the dressing rooms. "Ok Cindy, ok, I'll finally try on this stupid-ass bra." She said, blushing a little.
Cindy stopped mid-count and just smiled, "Have fun girl! You'll be surprised!" and went back to her counting.
"Yeah, yeah..." Jasmine muttered through her teeth as she turned the corner and walked to the back of the dressing room, shutting the bathroom-like door on the far-most room. She tossed the underwear on the little bench and took a moment to take stock of herself in the mirror. She thought she always looked good in her work clothes; tight black pants, a black undershirt, and whatever cute little black zip-up she could find laying around her apartment. She had a beautiful smile, and great hair, but had never been a particularly "vivacious" woman. Just your average, cute little college student. Nothing to write home about. With a slightly annoyed huff, she stripped off her zip-up and undershirt, and went to work on the hem of her black stretchy-pants. Employees and customers alike were strictly forbidden to try on underwear bottoms, for obvious reasons, but Jasmine had always been able to fit into a small anyway, so she planned on just buying this pair.
She slid her plain-Jane's off and unclasped her B-cup, tossing both haphazardly to the floor next to her stretchy-pants. Picking up the TF-were bottoms, she gingerly stepped into them and pulled them up, settling them comfortably on her hips. "Yup," she thought, "just like normal underwear." and turned to pick up the bra. She watched her figure in the mirror as she slid the straps up over her shoulders, not displeased with what she saw. She'd always been a fit, slim little girl, but still never anything special. She got her fair share of attention from the boys at school, but she wasn't exactly the talk of the campus. She situated the ridiculous looking bra across her chest, laughing in embarrassment as the cups sagged in front of her as she reached back and found the clasps. Bringing them together, she gingerly hooked them and brought her hands down to her sides just as a sharp jolt shot through her body. She felt an instant twinge in the pit of her stomach and was shocked as her pussy dampened suddenly. "What the hell was that!?" she wondered, followed by the thought that she would definitely have to buy these panties now. They certainly couldn't go back on the shelf.
She looked in the mirror, still amused by the sagging bra, and wondering where the sudden arousal had come from. As she stood there, though, she could feel it slowly intensifying, and she almost laughed at the fact that she was now full-on wet "down there", and from what? Like a young boy who suddenly finds himself pitching a tent in math class, Jasmine was a little put-off by her sudden arousal, standing alone in a dressing room by herself. She felt her nipples harden, and looked down, giggling a bit at the fact that she could actually see them hardening, the way the bra was hanging open. Another slight twinge, and her pussy throbbed a bit as her nipples hardened further. "What is wrong with me?" she wondered again, "I'm like some little weirdo in here all by myself like this!". She shook her head and reached back to unclasp the bra and change her clothes.
Reaching behind her, though, pushed her chest out, and she unconsciously bit her lip at the sensation of her nipples brushing against the fabric. She dropped her hands to her sides again and quickly glanced at her watch. Five minutes to 10. The store closed at 9 most nights, and Cindy usually finished up her closing stuff a little after 10, and the pair were normally out by 10:15. Jasmine decided she had a few moments and sat down on the little dressing room bench. She couldn't believe how wet she was, and so suddenly, but she hated to miss an opportunity. Glancing again at her watch, she slid her other hand underneath the waistband on the TF-were panties and brushed her lips lightly. A tiny exhale escaped her lips, and she allowed her fingers to slide a little deeper, lightly searching for her button. She didn't want Cindy to have to come in looking for her, so she planned to take the easy way out and make it a quickie. Soon enough she was finding her rhythm and could feel her already considerable arousal building. Her other hand traced a slow line up her stomach to cup her breast, and she moaned again as she pressed the rough fabric against her nipple. As she closed her eyes, she could feel a wonderful warmth slipping over her whole body as she brought herself near orgasm.
Suddenly, Jasmine noticed an odd sensation in her chest, and glanced down to see much more cleavage than she remembered having only moments before. Alarmed, she pulled back the loose fabric of the bra, and saw her little breasts slowly expanding from her chest, filling out as if she were going through puberty in fast-forward. The realization and alarm was too late to stop the freight-train orgasm Jasmine had already set in motion. She clenched her growing tits to her chest as her legs gripped her other hand and her pussy throbbed powerfully for a few moments. She was just barely able to contain herself and not make a noise as she rode out the sexual wave that washed over her.
As her thoughts slowly cleared and she was able to breathe again, she looked down in shock at her still-growing tits. Her nipples stuck rigidly out, and were a darker brown than usual. The growing cleft she saw beneath her was completely new to her, and she stood up in growing alarm and anxiousness. A glance in the mirror almost made her cry out as both hands snapped to her face, one damp with her fluids.
Staring back at her was more than just a larger set of tits than she was used to seeing. A pair of lime green cat eyes glinted at her from above a mouth that was showcasing a set of elongated canines. Jasmine's ears perched lightly on top of her head and twitched slightly as if they had a mind of their own. Jasmine's powerful arousal had not abated, however, and she found herself unable to resist allowing a hand to slide beneath her panties for a second time. Her hand slid easily into her warm, slippery pussy as she found herself unable to tear her eyes from the mirror. The skin on her chest, growing taut now as her tits continued to expand, was not the only change she could feel. Behind her, a tail was slowly snaking its way over the waistband of her TF-were panties, and beneath it she could feel her ass expanding outward, pulling the panties tight across her hips. She drove her fingers deeper, the intense arousal overpowering her fear while she turned sideways and watched both her chest and her ass expand in different directions.
She found herself cupping real tits now, easily full C-cups, as her other hand rocked steadily into her dripping pussy, her palm grinding against her sensitive clit. He knees were growing weak, and she could feel her legs wobbling beneath her but she was still unable to tear her eyes from the mirror. She leaned against the wall with one hand, arching her back and feeling her warm tits straining against the sheer fabric of the TF-were bra. Her pussy juices were dripping down her thighs as her ass pressed outward and her tail swished in the air behind her. She stroked herself deep inside, marveling in the wonderful sensations as another orgasm approached. Her legs wobbled again, and she slid to her knees, leaning forward on her hand and arching her ass high into the air as she squeezed her eyes tightly shut in immeasurable pleasure. Feeling her tits swaying heavily beneath her, she started to wonder if she would pass out before finally reaching a release as it seemed like every inch of skin on her body was drawn tight with quivering anticipation. Her new tail twitched uncontrollably above her as she gripped her throbbing pussy and worked herself closer and closer to the edge.
Jasmine couldn't believe what was happening to her, but the overwhelming pleasure of it all was taking the forefront in her mind. Her tits, giant double-D tits, hung ripe and warm from her chest, restrained by the thin bra she thought she could never fill. Her ass, rounded and plunging into the air framed her pussy perfectly as she furiously ran her fingers across her clit. Her tiny panties were stretched to their limit, see through now and completely soaked with her fluids, which gushed freely down her legs and onto the floor. The tension in her body seemed impossible to withstand and Jasmine could hear herself groaning with the effort, seeming as if she would die if she never found release. With a final push and a strain, her entire body convulsed in a gorgeous release. Jasmine bit her lip and tried in vain to contain the sounds of pleasure as her body convulsed in the throes of orgasm. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably and left her lying on her side on the floor, gripping her pussy tightly and crushing her wonderful new tits against her collarbone with her free hand, rocking back and forth on the floor as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over her. Her mind drifted away completely and she felt her eyes roll to the back of her head as every muscle in her body spasmed and pulsed with release.
When she was finally able to open her eyes and take in her surroundings, Jasmine sat up and propped herself up on her hands. She looked down at the dripping mess in her lap, barely visible past the arching mounds of her new tits, dutifully stretching the bra to its double-D limits. With a surprise, she noticed that her new tail was missing, and her ears had returned to normal. She was left with the T'n'A of a supermodel though, and wondered how she would ever explain this to Cindy.
"The only downside is that you'll have to do that every morning after you get dressed before you can leave the house." With a start, Jasmine whirled around to see Cindy standing in the open door, to which of course she had a key. "It was the one thing they couldn't work out during development. But hey, it's a small price to pay for world peace, right? How angry can people get with women all over the world having mind-numbing, earth-shattering orgasms every morning? And looking like super-models to boot!" Cindy gave the shocked Jasmine a very feral grin. "Want me to show you a faster way?" she said as she let the door slip closed behind her.