Head to the Glasshouse Café with David for your breakfast date

10:05 | Sunday 3 Aug 2025 | Putney Streets

David holds the door open as you step out of the flat into the bright Sunday morning sunshine. The air is warm against your exposed skin, and you're suddenly very conscious of how little you're wearing compared to the casual weekend crowd milling about Putney's streets.

"It's only a ten-minute walk," David says, his hand finding the small of your back. His touch sends little electric currents through your body, especially with the plug shifting subtly inside you with each step. "The Glasshouse does amazing eggs benedict."

Walking in heels with a butt plug is an entirely new experience. Each step causes a delicious little movement that keeps you intensely aware of the fullness. Your enhanced D-cup breasts bounce noticeably with each step, drawing glances from passersby. One middle-aged businessman nearly walks into a lamppost watching you.

"Everyone's staring," you whisper to David, a giggle bubbling up instinctively.

He grins, sliding his arm possessively around your waist. "Can you blame them? You look incredible."

The Glasshouse Café sits on a corner with floor-to-ceiling windows, already bustling with the Sunday brunch crowd. As David holds the door, the scent of coffee and pastries washes over you, momentarily distracting you from the constant awareness of the plug.

"David! Haven't seen you in ages," calls a voice as you enter. A tall redheaded woman waves from behind the counter. Her name tag reads 'Sophie,' and her green eyes widen appreciatively as she takes in your appearance. "And who's this?"

"This is Mia," David says, his hand remaining firmly at your waist. "Mia, this is Sophie. She makes the best flat whites in Putney."

"Omigod, hi!" you reply, your voice automatically lifting into its bimbo cadence. "Your café is, like, super cute!"

Sophie's eyebrow raises slightly at your valley-girl tone coming from such a bombshell package. "Thanks... I've got your usual table free by the window, if you'd like?"

The table she leads you to is perfectly positioned to be seen by everyone—both inside the café and pedestrians passing by outside. You feel like you're on display as you slide into your seat, carefully adjusting to accommodate the plug.

"I've never seen you here before," Sophie says, handing you menus. "Friend of David's?"

Before you can answer, David interjects, "Mia's staying with me for a bit. She's Matt's girlfriend."

"Matt's?" Sophie looks surprised. "I didn't know he was seeing anyone."

"It's, like, pretty new," you explain, twirling a platinum strand around your finger. The words come naturally, your bimbo brain finding it easier to go with this fiction than to explain the truth. "Matt's away on business right now, so I'm crashing at their place."

"And keeping me company," David adds with a meaningful smirk that makes Sophie's eyebrows shoot up.

"I see," she says, a hint of judgment in her tone. "Well, what can I get you two?"

You order a skinny latte and avocado toast without thinking—it just seems like what Mia would want. David orders the full English breakfast and coffee.

"Coming right up," Sophie says, giving David a look before heading back to the counter.

"Do you know her well?" you ask, shifting in your seat and feeling the plug remind you of its presence.

"We dated briefly last year," David admits. "Nothing serious."

You glance around the café, taking in the stylish crowd. Several tables are occupied by groups of women in activewear, fresh from morning yoga. Two tables over, a bearded man with glasses keeps stealing glances at your chest while pretending to read the Sunday paper.

"This place is, like, totally the spot to be seen," you observe, surprising yourself with how natural the vapid commentary feels.

David reaches across the table to take your hand, his thumb tracing circles on your palm. "And we're definitely being seen. I'm pretty sure half the men in here are jealous as hell right now."

The thought sends an unexpected thrill through you. Your old self would have hated being objectified like this, but your bimbo brain finds it intoxicating.

"So," David says, his voice dropping lower, "tell me about yourself, Mia. How did you and Matt meet?"

10:20 | Sunday 3 Aug 2025 | Glasshouse Café, Putney

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