Not quite yet

Becca checked the location of the lingerie shop and started to head there, until she realized she'd just used the gun. Would it really be worth it to get new bras if her chest grew even more? She wasn't sure what the bimbo beam ultimately would transform her into, but it was possible the physical changes were already done. Or at least the breast growth. She felt like a bimbo already hauling these tits around. She'd just have to risk it.

Rosa's wasn't too far from campus but she'd never had the need to go there before. She owned a couple bralettes, but she'd never really needed to wear a bra, and her panties were just plain ones from Walmart. It wasn't like anyone else was going to see them or anything. To be honest, the store actually intimidated Becca. She felt very out of place. She saw a few other customers and employees around but nobody seemed to notice her at first.

She wasn't sure how to ask for Ella, she was too shy and too intimidated to just go ask for her. Luckily for Becca, Ella found her.

"Hi, can I help you?" Becca turned to the voice and saw a gorgeous woman standing there. Becca definitely wasn't gay, but this woman was hot enough to make her question that. She was taller than Becca, even without the high heels she wore. Her bronze skin was smoother than she even thought possible and Becca swore she could get lost in those eyes. Of course she also failed to notice her chest, probably even bigger than Becca's. Unlike Becca's chest, covered by a sweater, this woman had them proudly displayed with a very deep V on her dress which almost seemed painted on.

Becca was frozen for a moment, but the woman's warm smile reassured her enough to reply, "Um...I...sorry. I was looking for Ella. Vera sent me. I uh...need some new bras."

"Vera sent you? That's wonderful. I'm Ella, so nice to meet you." The woman extended her hand. Becca shook it and noted her skin was just as soft as it looked. If she'd been a more confident woman she'd have asked what she did for skincare, but instead she just introduced herself back, "Well Becca I'm sure I can help you out. Before we look at bras, are you ok if we measure you? I find most of my first time customers are wearing the wrong size anyway."

"Um, sure. Ya. That's great." Becca said. To her surprise Ella grabbed her hand and led her away. She had Becca enter a change room and went to get a tape measure. She told Becca to take off her top while she waited. Becca felt a little nervous to be topless in the changeroom knowing Ella was about to come back. Even though Ella had no idea that she was flat yesterday, it still felt weird to reveal her new size to someone on purpose.

Becca was sitting on a chair with her hands over her chest when Ella returned. Ella smiled at her, "Ok let's get started. If you could please stand up, and I'll ask if you're comfortable putting your arms down. It's just us girls here right now after all," Becca nodded and stood up then slowly lowered her arms, "Ok let's see what we're working with here...wait a second. You said your name was Becca right? You're Vera's lab partner?"

Becca nodded, "Ya. That's right."

Ella surprised Becca by suddenly bringing her face very close to her tits, even touching one to move it a little, "Ok. Wow, I remember her telling me about you. She said you were the smartest person she knew and you were the only reason she hadn't dropped that class," Becca blushed, embarrassed by the compliment, "but...she also said you were flat as a board. If that was true, then these must be implants except...they aren't, are they? I'm a bit of a boob connoisseur if you will. Those are all natural."

Becca felt her face getting red, "Um...umm...Vera was just wrong. I like to wear clothes to hide them."

Ella nodded, but clearly didn't believe her, "Ok, ok. Fair enough. Let's just measure you. Ok underbust...28 inches. Overbust that's 37 inches. Ok we'll try you in a 32DD or 34D, see which fits better. You stay here, I'll get some options."

Becca waited for a few minutes and then Ella returned carrying a pile of bras. She had Becca start trying them on, checkingg the fit, asking her about them. She also distracted her by just chatting, talking about Vera, the lab, she Ella was studying. She was a psych major and intended to go on to do a PhD. She must have been good at it too because she really had Becca drop her guard and forget about how suspicious Ella was earlier. So much so that when Ella asked, "So what size were you wearing before?"

Becca stupidly told the truth, "Oh I usually just wore a bralette, or nothing at all."

As soon as she said that Ella stopped and raised an eyebrow, "Really? With those tits? I don't think so. You'd better spill."

Becca really didn't have to tell Ella anything. She could have just grabbed her sweater and left without buying a new bra. She could have told Ella to fuck off and complained to the manager. She could have done lots of things, but she didn't. Maybe it was just that Ella had been so perceptive, or that she was so fucking hot. Maybe she just really wanted someone to talk to about it. Either way she told her the whole truth. She left nothing out, even including the shots she'd landed on Kennedy just before coming here.

When she was done telling her she expected Ella to laugh or ridicule her, instead she just smiled and said, "Show me."