A shopping trip

Jenny did her best to cover her massive breasts as she followed along behind the woman. Before her transformation she almost never wore a bra, but now she was bouncing around so much it was uncomfortable even with her hands trying to contain them.

She didn't want to think about Stephanie walking behind her. She really didn't know how to even process her feelings on this. She had been popular and well liked her whole life. She'd always found that being nice (and beautiful) meant that people treated her well. Aside from the occasional racism and/or sexism she encountered, she'd had little cause to be upset with others. Now in a short span she found out she was the other woman in an affair, and her friend and agent is actually some weird otherworldly magic supervillain that set up this nightmare.

From a practical point of view she knew she couldn't ignore them both forever, particularly Isla, but right now she just wanted to get to her luggage and find something to wear.

They finally arrived. The sight of her room made Jenny want to vomit. It was like someone was trying to upset her further.

"Welcome Ms. Mason, Ms. Bradford to the Imperial Palace suite. We hope it is to your liking. If you…"

"No it is not to my liking. What is this? Are you trying to upset me? First I get Walking Stereotype and now this?" Jenny huffed, which unfortunately set her boobs jiggling again.

"I'm sorry miss, I don't understand the problem. Isla asked us to make this room comfortable for you. She said you would be upset after your transformation and we should make you room feel like home. We don't know what your home looks like, but we knew you were Japanese…"

"Not Japanese, I'm Canadian." Jenny interrupted. The woman didn't seem to notice and continued.

"...and you're an adult. We thought watching videos might give us ideas so we searched Japanese Adult Videos online. We watched thousands of hours of footage. It was hard to see the decor though all those people with those blurry spots, but eventually we got enough to design this space for you!" She finished with a smile.

Jenny was fuming, first she had to room with Stephanie, now she had to deal with this God awful fetish shine. The entrance was a sliding door, with a wooden lattice and paper covering. Inside there was no bed, or at least not a bed Jenny had ever slept on. Instead there was a single thin, hard mattress on the floor. There were random dragon statues, a huge zen garden, a table only inches above the ground with cushions to sit on instead of chairs. There was a Samurai statue and a row of katanas mounted on one wall. There were clothes strewn on the floor, kimonos and school girl uniforms. That wasn't the worst part though. No, the worst part was all the sex toys. There were dozens of them. Just randomly spread out across the room. Dildos, in all shapes, sizes, and colours. There were vibrators and fleshlights. There were ball gags and nipple clamps, fuzzy hand cuffs and even a sybian. Jenny couldn't believe what she was seeing.

The crew members were still talking, but Jenny didn't care anymore. She just needed to grab a bra and get out of there. She pushed past into the room and went straight to the dresser. She found a sports bra she had packed and tried it to put it on. Unfortunately no matter how much she pulled she couldn't get it down past her huge breasts. She had to give up and try something else. She finally found a baggy sweater she could at least cover up with, even if it provided no support.

She hadn't really been paying attention to Stephanie and the crew, but now she noticed Stephanie arguing with them.

"I'm not giving you a tip. I don't even have any BP!" Stephanie yelled.

"That is ok Miss. We will just remain here until you tip. Do not worry, we shall watch over you while you sleep. We can even protect you from clothing thieves, for a price of course."

Jenny couldn't deal with any of this. "Is there a store that sells bras here?" She cut in.

"Of course, there are 31 such stores on board." Both women replied.

"Ok where is the closest one?" Jenny asked.

"That information will cost you 100BP."

"Fine. Just tell me."

Jenny 4000BP -> 3900

Some time later Jenny was finally in front of the store. Isla's Secret. Was her secret the ability to rip off others, Jenny wondered.

She entered the store and saw one of those creepy women standing by the counter. Great, one star, she can't even talk. Jenny didn't need much help as she quickly found a section of sports bras. Not caring for modesty she took off her sweater and tried one on right there.

Thankfully it fit, but unfortunately her breasts were still bouncing. She decided to put a second one on top. Better, she thought. Of course her breasts still bounced. It was magic after all, but she felt a lot more comfortable.

Since she was here she thought she had better get other bras too. She would have to be fitted now though, she couldn't squeeze into a 30A anymore.

"Excuse me, do you do bra fittings?" She decided to ask the One star.

The woman nodded happily. She ran out from behind the counter and grabbed a handful of bras. Then she took off her own shirt, exposing her bare breasts, and started trying them on, one on top of another.

"No you idiot. For me, can you measure me?"

The woman smiled again and nodded. She came over to Jenny and started groping her. Jenny slapped her hand away.

"Ugh. Nevermind. Isla did say you were dumb as rocks, I don't know why I bothered."

"Hello. Sorry for that One, can I be of assistance?" Jenny turned her head to see a Two had entered.

"Yes can you measure me for a bra?"

"Of course, let me get a measuring tape. I'll meet you in the change room."

A short time later Jenny was fitted and had found a few bras she liked. When she'd purchased bras, or more likely bralettes, in the past she always thought they were cute and sexy. These bras were so big they felt industrial. 30J, she would have to find a specialty store once she got home.

"Ok, how much for all this?" She asked the Two. Holding up 4 sports bras, three 'industrial' bras and one fancy lace bra which really didn't provide any support but did make her look super hot.

"Ok let's see, she, 30000 BP." She smiled at Jenny.

"What? That's ridiculous. I don't have that much. What about just the sport bras?"

"Hmm, 28000BP!"

"Really? Fine, just the regular bras then."

"Sure, 29000 BP!"

"Huh? Your numbers don't make any sense. Don't you have price tags?"

"I'm very sorry miss. The captain just told us to make it hard for you to acquire everything you want, so I'm just being difficult." She said with a smile.

Difficult. Of course. Jenny really needed at least bras, but couldn't afford these insane prices. Just then she noticed the One jumping up and down.

"Oh course, that's a great idea. My coworker has a great idea. We can give you a discount and sell them to you for 3000BP!"

"Ok perfect I'll take them." Jenny sighed.

"Wait one moment, we can do the discount, if you do 100 jumping jacks! Without our merchandise of course." The woman's smile had no traces of malice. That made it all the more frustrating for Jenny. She wanted to hate these women, if they were even women, but they just didn't really seem responsible for her misery.

"Really, I do 100 braless jumping jacks and I get the discount? You know the master won't even see me, what's the point?"

"It is difficult. That is the point. What do you say?" The woman smiled back.

Jenny finally made it back to the room. She was sore, not just her tits but her legs and arms too. She just wanted to go to sleep. At least she had some decent support now.

Jenny 3900 BP -> 900 BP

She was surprised to see the two crew members still there. Just standing in the doorway watching Stephanie. Stephanie had obviously been cleaning up the room. All the dildos and other sex paraphernalia are piled in a corner on top of the sybian.

Stephanie was lying on the mattress reading a novel. She set it down as Jenny came in.

"I'm sorry Jenny, I couldn't make them go away. They want a tip and I have no BP."

Jenny thought about her interaction with the other two. They were just here to make things difficult, they didn't actually care about money. An idea came into her head, she could punish Stephanie and get rid of these two together.

"Would you like to spank Stephanie as a tip?" She asked mischievously.

"Oh yes, that would be a great tip." One of them said, eyeing Stephanie.

Stephanie groaned, but figured it was probably the least she owed Jenny. "Fine, you can each spank me once and then you can leave." Stephanie told them as she got up and came over.

The first one tentatively approached Stephanie. She swung her hand at Stephanie's bum and then stopped right before hand a gave a gentle pat. "I did it, I spanked her!" She said with glee. "Thank you for the tip, goodbye." And she left. Jenny watched her go incredulously. That was not what she had imagined, but at least she was gone.

The second woman stepped forward but Jenny stopped her. "That wasn't really spanking, you actually have to hit hard. She should flinch from it."

"Oh thank you. I didn't know that. Ok, I am ready to spank hard. Please turn around now." She said to Jenny.

"Huh? No. You can spank her, not me."

"She has already given a tip and been spanked. It is your turn." She said smiling.

"No, why don't I just give you 100BP instead?" Jenny offered.

"No thank you. I liked your first idea. I will spank you now." Before Jenny knew what was happening the woman was behind her. SLAP. Her hand rang out across Jenny's bum.

"Ow. Fuck. Ow that hurt." Jenny said as she tried massaging her bum.

"Thank you for the tip. You were right, it is much more enjoyable when it is hard. Goodnight." Then she was gone too and it was just the two of them.

"Look, Jenny I know there's probably nothing I can say," Stephanie began.

"Then don't. Just don't. I don't want to hear it. " Jenny cut in. She stormed over to her dresser and put away her new clothes. Then she turned to Stephanie. "No wait, tell me the truth, do you love me?"

"Yes I do." Stephanie said.

"But you were cheating the whole time?"

"Yes."

"Wait, remember my birthday, we had plans to go to Niagara for the weekend, but then you got sick and cancelled. We're you really sick?"

"No. I wasn't." Stephanie started to cry. She didn't want to hurt Jenny like this, the lies had been to make her happy.

"Then why did you really cancel?"

"Eric surprised me with tickets to the Rangers in NYC."

"And you would rather spend time with him than me? Or he just had more money?"

"No it wasn't that." She tried not to say anything else but couldn't help herself. "I just knew you would accept the lie and I had no good lies to turn Eric down."

Jenny stopped, stunned. So much of her relationship was in question. Stephanie couldn't lie, so she really did love her, but then why hurt her so much?

"I'm going to bed, it's small, but please try not to touch me. I really don't want to see or hear you anymore."

"Ok Jenny, I'll do whatever you want." The two got ready and got under the sheets together. As far apart as the mattress allowed, which wasn't far at all.

Jenny fell asleep quickly, exhausted from the day and from her anger.

Stephanie lay awake. Trying not to touch Jenny. Trying to think of how to ever build back trust with her, with Sarah, but especially with Eric.