Bimbofication: Part 1

The girls woke to the smell of breakfast. Emma loved mornings when Sarah's Mom made pancakes, and she rushed to the kitchen. Emma gorged herself on pancakes with chocolate chips, and Sarah's mom made a second batch. Once Emma was full and close to bursting, the girls thanked Sarah's Mom and made their way to Sarah's car to head to the mall. 

Sarah's car was a bright red BMW E38 7 Series. It's what Jason Statham drove in The Transporter, and what James Bond drove in Tomorrow Never Dies. Her parents had bought it for her when she turned 16. Emma didn’t have a car or a driver’s license and simply felt privileged just being a passenger.

Sarah parked, and they walked through the parking lot towards the mall. The girls were dressed much like they were during most of high school, and how they’d dressed for the club the night before. Sarah was tall and slim. She kept her wavy blonde hair short and neat, just at her ears. She wore loose black dress pants, black shoes with a one-inch heel, and a neatly pressed polo shirt. 

In contrast to Sarah’s neat appearance, Emma looked like she was wearing old second-hand men’s clothes. She wore an oversized hooded sweater. It was brown, plain, and well-worn, fraying at the sleeves. She slouched as she walked in her baggy jeans, which were a little tight around her hips that had grown over the last year. Emma’s jeans came an inch short of her ankles, and some bare leg was showing. She wore grey Converse high-top shoes, which she’d saved up for months to buy; the shoes were the only item of clothing that actually fit her body. Emma's straight light-brown hair was pulled into a simple ponytail that hung down to her lower back. She couldn't wear her hair down over her ears without affecting the functioning of her hearing aids. 

"Where to first...?" Sarah wondered aloud. She spotted a mall directory near the entrance. She was not very familiar with the mall and wasn't quite sure where they should go. Sarah paused, looking through the list of stores in the directory. "Well" Sarah said, "I think perhaps we start here,” Sarah said, selecting a store that had “lingerie” in the name. They must sell bras, which was at the top of the list. 

Emma followed Sarah up the escalators, and they reached Sarah’s selected destination. They walked inside the store apprehensively, and they felt like they had entered a world where they didn't belong. The large showroom was dimly lit, colorful lights shifted and strobed in sync with bass-heavy electronic music. It was women’s only, and the store was divided in two sections with neon signs above each: lingerie and clubwear. The store was styled to look like an industrial warehouse with red-brick walls covered in stylized graffiti. Strobe lights from the high ceiling shone down on several mannequins with bodies of supernatural proportions wearing various types of lingerie, short skirts, and tiny tops. Emma felt anxious, her head was spinning, and she would have left if Sarah were not there.

The saleswomen seemed to ignore them. Sarah tried to get one of the employees’ attention, but she was unnoticed or ignored. An idea occurred to Sarah and she walked to the sales counter, where she rested her hand and held her parents' credit card: a distinctive heavy-looking black metal card, signaling to someone working in sales: this person has money. A busy saleswoman reached the counter, opened her mouth to speak, but then looked down at Sarah's credit card and froze. Her mouth turned into a smile and she said warmly, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Yes. You can. My friend Em..." Sarah started and pointed at Emma who was still standing in the middle of the store looking lost, "...needs a...bra. For college next week".

"Of course, I'm more than happy to help." said the saleswoman eagerly. "I can show you both some options if you'll follow me to our private fitting room?".

The saleswoman gestured for the girls to follow her as she turned to walk towards a door at the back of the store. She wore heavy-looking leather boots, black fishnet stockings, and a loose black skirt that went down to her knees which she paired with an oversized untucked white dress shirt. Her shirt sleeves were rolled up, displaying colorful tattoos on her forearms. Her blonde hair was shaved on one side, the other side was slicked back stylishly. Emma noted that her look matched the vibe of the store quite well. It wouldn't have been clear that the woman worked at the store as an employee at all if it weren't for the nametag on the front of her shirt: "Sadie D".

Sadie held the door open for the girls and followed them inside. The sounds of bass-heavy music from the store were muffled as she closed the door behind them. The room was larger than expected, dimly lit except for a corner opposite to the door where the floor was raised to a platform, and its two adjacent walls had full-length mirrors. A thick red curtain could be drawn around this area for privacy presently, it was pulled back. Sarah assumed this is where women would try on items brought to them. There were two chairs next to the fitting area. Sarah sat down in one of the chairs, and Emma sat next to her. 

"I'll bring back some items for you to try on, if you'd like. What can I bring you?” said Sadie, looking at Emma. 

In unfamiliar situations and with unfamiliar people, Emma became anxious. She wouldn’t know what to say or what to do. She’d become quiet, nervous, and look to someone trusted to help her. 

Emma stuttered, "I..d-don't know wha-". 

"Just bring us a few bras to consider, please, of different styles. Whatever you'd recommend." Sarah interjected, to Emma's relief. Sarah was pleased with how confidently she'd delivered this instruction, though she knew she had no idea what to ask for. Sarah herself only wore simple sports bras; she had never needed anything else.

"Okay...I'll bring some items for you to try on. What are your measurements?" Sadie asked, looking again at Emma.

Emma froze, and then muttered softly, "I..d-don't know..um..."

Sarah again interjected, "Could you please measure? We want to be sure we buy the right size."

"Yes, of course," Sadie replied in a professional tone. "Please stand on the platform," she motioned to Emma, "and I'll be right back with a measuring tape".

Sadie left the room. Emma moved to the platform, stepping up and facing the mirror. She didn't know what to expect. She'd never owned a bra and had only a vague understanding of what measurements were required for one. Growing up without a mother, living with a workaholic father, and being flat-chested until only recently were all unique factors that resulted in being oblivious to this subject. Sarah sat in her chair reading something, quite uninterested in shopping, while Emma stood on the platform awkwardly waiting for the saleswoman to return. 

Sadie returned with a measuring tape draped over her shoulders. Now, 'Em', is it? Would you please take off your sweater so that I can measure?”

"No…it’s ok—I don’t need a--"

“Emma, you promised…” Sarah interrupted, assuming Emma was trying to back out of her agreement to buy new clothes. 

Emma slowly started pulling the hoodie up over her head. She had forgotten about her glasses, and they tumbled to the floor. The glasses’ thick coke-bottled lenses were protected by solid plastic frames. They were fine. Emma was clumsy and often dropped them. The lenses were scratched and scuffed, but it would take more to break them. With her severe myopia, she could see only a few inches in front of her. 

With the hoodie half pulled up, Emma paused. She did not want to continue and began to protest, "I don't—I don’t think we need to--"

“Emma, come on. You promised me…” Sarah interrupted again. 

“It will just take a minute…” Sadie added, sounding impatient. 

Emma had never undressed in front of someone. Even Sarah had never seen her, not even in a bathing suit. Sarah hated beaches and swimming pools. She was always extremely private, especially about showing her body, and Emma followed her example. They would both change clothes in bathroom stalls for gym class to avoid being seen by classmates. But now, for Emma, it seemed unavoidable on a brightly lit platform surrounded by mirrors and in front of Sarah and this stranger. 

Seeing no way around her predicament, Emma proceeded with removing her loose-fitting hoodie slowly over her head. Her toned stomach was visible first, then her breasts lifted up as the sweater was pulled over her head, and they came bouncing down into full view. Emma was not wearing anything under the hoodie, and she stood topless now with her hands covering her breasts. 

Sadie was surprised, as she'd expected Emma to be wearing a shirt, or at least a bra, under her sweater. She stood, surprised at the view of the topless young woman standing in front of her with the largest breasts she’d ever seen. Emma’s slender frame made them seem even larger. 

Sarah had stopped looking at her phone and gazed now at Emma, who stood half-naked in front of her. Her body was...incredible, like one of the supernatural mannequins she’d seen as they entered the store earlier. Emma’s proportions seemed impossible. 

Sadie quickly moved towards the curtain to pull it back, to give Emma some privacy. But Sarah took hold of the curtain to stop her. Emma didn't see this exchange; the room was blurry without her glasses. 

"Oh... I thought you’d have something on underneath, but that’s fine…” Usually, Sadie took measurements over a lady’s existing bra. ”I'll take your measurements now," said Sadie, "could you please lift up your arms so I can measure your chest?"

Sarah had never seen Emma's body. With her arms up now and topless, under the bright lights in front of the mirror, Sarah had a clear view. Her breasts sat high on her chest. They were almost perfectly round, though they peaked slightly upwards. Her areolas were small and barely visible, the flesh nearly matched the surrounding skin. Her nipples protruded prominently, the length and width of a fingertip, and they were slowly growing larger, harder. 

Sarah's eyes next moved to Emma's narrow waist, which tapered out to wide hips. Her ribs were just visible, expanding and contracting with heavy breaths. From the center of her chest a feminine linea alba line curved down to her navel. Her lower abdomen had a small pocket of belly fat. “Those pancakes and desserts do affect her, at least a little”, Sarah thought to herself.

The measuring tape came around the largest part of Emma's bust, lightly brushing against her hardened nipples as it tightened. Emma's body tensed. Sadie seemed to linger here, double-checking the number, before releasing the tape to capture the next measurement. Sadie stood back, paused, and then asked, "Could you lift...your breasts up, so that I can get your 'under bust' measurement?" 

Sarah seized this opportunity and quickly slid out of her chair, offering to assist. "I can help..." she said and held the bottom of Emma's breasts in her palms while her arms were still raised in the air. Emma shifted uncomfortably as Sarah supported their weight in her hands. She could feel Emma’s heart beating quickly. Emma’s face was flush. Sarah was surprised by their weight; they were heavy. Sarah lifted them up to allow Sadie to get her measuring tape just under them and continued to test their weight. Sarah squeezed each breast lightly, enjoying this power over Emma. 

Sadie continued measuring Emma's body, giving no indication whether she was uncomfortable with Sarah's fondling. With Emma’s hands still in the air, Sadie next measured the narrowest part of Emma's waist. Sarah lifted Emma’s breasts up once more and then let them drop down. 

"We next need to measure the fullest part of her hips," Sadie said, speaking to Sarah now. "She'll need to remove her jeans." 

Sarah nodded and stood close directly in front of Emma now. She felt invigorated by the power of having Emma forced to pose in front of her, topless. Sarah noted that she enjoyed being fully clothed while Emma was exposed and on display. Sarah unbuttoned Emma's jeans roughly and then pulled the zipper fly down, not realizing she'd pushed against the front of Emma's swelling pussy.

Emma's knees wobbled, and she struggled to steady herself. Her head felt light, and she felt Sarah’s breath on her exposed skin. Her jeans were loose now, and Sadie helped pull them down to her ankles from behind. Emma stepped out of the jeans, wearing only panties now, and her arms were still raised compliantly. 

Emma’s poorly-fitting cotton panties looked old and too small. There was a hole just under the waistband near her hip, and a bit of skin showed through. But what Sarah didn't notice was the small wet spot that was growing…