At Home Checking Out Her Invisible Bra

Before Hitomi left the building, she dressed herself, skipping her heavy duty bra for the first time. It felt so good! She went to the train station when her phone vibrated. She glanced at the screen of her expensive smartphone "Video shoot in 45 minutes." Damn, wasn't that shoot tomorrow? She looked into her emails.

Oh no! It was indeed today! She barely had enough time to shower and shave! And it was THAT shoot! Her first bondage shoot since ages!

She knew the team, but the producer had changed. And he seemed to be into some rather hard stuff. The script of the shoot read pretty scary, but the pay was absolutely fantastic. Must be the best paid gig in history. And as she knew the team, she figured it was worth the risk.

And now she was going to be late! Should she tell them about her new abilities? Better not. But then she needed to switch her boobs into the relaxed state, the bra state would not work for the movie.

So how was she supposed to do that? Punch her tits at the center, right on the nipples, right? She hurried home, jumped under the shower, and gave herself a thorough shave. No hairs or stubble left anywhere below her neckline.

Her hairs would probably still be wet when she reached the studio, but anyway. More importantly she needed to get her tits relaxed. She stood before the mirror, face still flushed from the hot shower, and slapped her right tit.

"Yeoww!" No change, except that the nipple hurt and started to get hard. Alright, they said a healthy whack, right? She tried again, this time with all force she could muster.

"Damn that hurt!" she wailed. But again, no change. Her invisible bra was as rigid as ever. The weird angle of her arms made it almost impossible to whack with force, she recognized. If she wanted to have any success she'll need help. Either a person or a tool.

No one here to help. So how could someone beat her own boobs? Right into the center? She looked around. Maybe some kitchen tools... a spoon? She took the large wooden thing, took aim and whacked hard.

She cried out, as her tit was pressed into her, tears streaming down her face. "Holy golly that was painful!" she thought. But finally her tits relaxed, her orbs looked just like before her appointment with the docs. Large, heavy, swaying, just like she was used to them.

She carefully inspected her boob, looking for some damage, marks, or anything. But her boobs were flawless. No blemishes or anything, just perfect. Weird. She would have thought such a smack had to leave trails. Her phone vibrated. Incoming call from the studio, damn.