Bra Shopping Part Deux: Awkward Flirting Edition

Over the next week and a half, you settle into your increasingly ridiculous life's new state of affairs. Your days now consist of shifts behind a register at Bailey's, recording sessions for your YouTube channel, and as much free time with Morgan as the two of you can possibly manage. You even figure out how to make yourself sleep when you want to, though after the first night you don't use that particular talent very often. Now, rather than spending time dreaming, your nights largely consist of video editing, exercise sessions at your local 24 hour gym, and the occasional sneaky late night jaunt into Morgan's bedroom. You're even beginning to adapt to the fact you don't really have to eat anymore, only bothering to partake in the act when you're on a date with Morgan in public. You're not especially self conscious, but you'd rather not raise any uncomfortable questions from anyone who may notice your lack of need for sustenance. All it takes is one nosy coworker, after all, and considering Morgan now has the kind of body that typically only exists in two dimensions, your certain at least a few of the guys at Bailey's have been paying more attention to her than previously. You haven't noticed any of them around town after you've been off work, but better safe than sorry, right?

That aside, the food thing combined with your new nighttime activities almost makes you feel like you're a weird Vampire who can walk around in sunlight. Is it possible, in some way, that you're losing your very humanity thanks to your new perks from the Affection Multiplier?

...

Pff, nah. Other than the fact you've become significantly more industrious, you're fairly certain you're the same ol' Jason you've always been. Not that people haven't commented on how you're doing. Most of your coworkers have, at one point or another, mentioned how much happier you seem to be lately. And you are happier, that's for sure! You haven't been this content about your life since before your parents were killed.

Oof. That's an uncomfortable thought. While you're fairly sure you've worked your way through your grief, you suppose the fear and heartache is always going to haunt you, in some way. It's been, what, two years since the accident? And around eight months since all the legal bullshit concerning the estate was settled. That's all in the past, it's not anything you need to worry about anymore, and you're taking care of your own shit now. You're going to focus on the present now. In this moment, everything's coming up Ramirez, and you're going to enjoy it while you can.

It's a fine and sunny Saturday in late winter when you finally accompany Morgan to the mall to pick up her new bras. Despite the chill in the air, you could comfortably walk around with short sleeves if you wanted to, though you've made sure to wear the same leather jacket you did last time. You checked the app before your little adventure, and though you can't really glean much about Becky from her profile, her affection score still refers to you as "that guy in the leather jacket". So, you figure, hopefully it's because she liked the look.

Of course, as the two of you walk through the mall, it's obvious that almost nobody is noticing your very cool jacket. Morgan, to your utter lack of surprise, is turning heads everywhere she goes. Which has kind of been par the course lately, if you're being honest, but your goth girlfriend is looking especially incredible today. Dressed in a black belted skirt along with an (of course black) Edwardian style corset top, finished off with her (still black) faux-leather bolero jacket, Morgan has really gone all out. While her usual look hovers somewhere around Gothic Casual, for today she's gone further into her wardrobe than usual and pulled out Gothic Sexbomb. The corset and the bolero together do leave a small portion of her upper chest uncovered, which on most women would look fairly modest. While she's definitely got an impressive display of cleavage going on, Morgan appears to have cinched up her corset a bit, because she's looking a bit less busty than the last time you two came to the mall. Ever since her new level of Stonking Great Tits activated, she's had a lot of fun experimenting with a variety of outfits, and a variety of sizes. As far as you two could tell, so long as her chest was covered by some article of clothing, the dang things just shrink to whatever size she's currently aiming for, though it seems the extent of the magic only takes her to about half her usual size. That said, even at half size, the only thing that'd actually hide her chest would be a full mascot costume.

So with that in mind, the two of you enter the underwear boutique, and while you can't speak for Morgan, you're feeling sexy and confident. Just as when you came before, the shop appears relatively empty. Regardless, you're again careful to keep your sight lines dead ahead and your expression neutral, but you seriously doubt at this point Morgan would particularly care about you getting an eyeful of busty mannequin. Luckily, the diminutive Becky is near the door as you enter, and turns away from the display of pajamas she seems to be organizing to greet you. Her long blonde hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and she's wearing a simple black blouse with black work pants, same as any other employee in the store. Considering the place seems to be primarily colored in equal amounts of dark black and hot pink, you assume the uniform policy is designed to match.

"Oh, hello! Morgan, right?" she asks as she begins to walk over to you.

"Hey! Good to see you, Becky," Morgan responds while waving.

There's a moment where an expression of confusion crosses the blonde's face, but she recovers by the time she's in front of you. "Are you here to pick up your order?"

As Morgan nods in affirmation, you can't help but notice that Becky's eyes quickly dart down from her face and towards her chest, a move that, as a breast loving man yourself, you recognize all too well.

That's interesting. You file that little observation away for later, as Becky enthusiastically begins to escort you to the dressing rooms.

When Becky returns with three bras for Morgan to try on, the first thing you notice is that the damn things look more like feats of engineering than they do underwear. The cups on them could probably be used to serve a Thanksgiving dinner, which is a thought that's quickly accompanied by the mental image of Morgan pouring sauce out of a fine china gravy boat all over her naked body. Which, though an enjoyable thought, is not the kind of thinking you need at the moment. In any case, Morgan heads into her dressing room to try the things on, leaving you standing outside with Becky. Deciding to keep the situation from being entirely too awkward, you try to strike up a conversation.

"So, how's it going?" you start, just about failing entirely.

She looks over to you in surprise, but smiles what you can obviously recognize is the standard Retail Smile. It's obvious that she feels compelled to respond. "Oh, pretty good, just livin' the dream!" she answers in a tone of voice that would seem genuine were it not for the fact you're used to saying similar platitudes in that exact same tone.

"I feel ya," you respond, in a way that implies you've said the exact same words a thousand times.

She seemingly deflates a bit at her words, not in a way that implies you've ruined a good mood, but rather in a small sigh and a release of tension. "Yeah, it's been pretty slow lately to be honest," she explains. Her voice is about a half octave lower than it was previously, obviously having switched from her "work" voice to her natural speaking voice. It's still pretty high, of course. She's a tiny woman.

"Yeah, same at my work. Been kinda bullshit lately with the shifts." Before the conversation can enter a lull, you decide to just go for the gold. "Becky, to be honest, I'd actually like to apologize to you."

"For what?" she asks, though based on how she's swapped back to Retail Smile you're thinking she knows exactly what you're about to talk about.

"For last time. I hope we didn't make you uncomfortable or anything."

Her smile swaps from retail to genuine, and again she seems to deflate. "Oh, that," she says with a chuckle. "It's no problem, you didn't leave a mess for me to clean up or anything."

You cock an eyebrow. "Really? So have you had to clean up, uh, that kind of mess before?"

She laughs again, but somewhat awkwardly. "Luckily, no. Corporate policy is that an on duty manager with biohazard training has to handle that, but we've never had an incident that I know of. I've heard stories from some of the other stores about that kind of thing, though. If anything, I think most guys are a little too tense in a store like this to pull that kind of stunt."

"Well, I guess I can understand that."

"I mean, except you, obviously. But I guess you would be pretty relaxed."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I mean... you seem pretty confident," she continues. She seems to be blushing a little. "You've got that kind of swagger that you see on guys who aren't dumb enough to pick fights, but are trained in krav maga or jiu jitsu or something and could drop someone in one punch if they needed to."

"Is that so?"

"Well, not that I've met any guys like that, of course. Most of the guys I've met have been a little bit on the nerdy side, not that there's anything wrong with that, but of course I haven't even met that many guys in the first place, so I guess that's not surprising or anything."

"Mm hmm."

"But even then, the guys I've met aren't nearly as, you know, muscular as you are, and of course you'd have to be confident to have a girl like that on your arm anyway. When the two of you walked in, I couldn't help but notice the way you two seemed to just bounce off of each other, like with your banter, and I'm sure that wasn't even the first time you've pulled a stunt like that in a store anyway..." she trails off as a look of horror slowly begins to creep onto her face. "Oh god, I'm rambling aren't I?"

You desperately suppress the urge to laugh, even a little, at this girl. The whole time she was talking, letting out all the tension she's built up since you walked in, all you could do was watch her shift back and forth on her feet as she let forth her stream of consciousness. As you looked into the deep pools of her bright blue eyes, you knew one thing for certain.

She's adorable, goddamnit. And you're pretty damn sure now that if she ever followed you home, you'd absolutely have to keep her.