Take your measurements into her own hands

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

Gina leads you straight to the changing rooms, then looks around suspiciously before dragging you inside and locking the door. The next moment passes by in a whirlwind.

“MINE!” she declares, ripping your clothes off of you viciously. She leaves you in nothing but your panties, then stops to admire her handiwork.

“Eep! What are you doing Gina!?” you demand, covering yourself up with both hands.

“I’m gonna get your measurements, silly! C’mon, no covering up.” She moves your hands to your sides, then gets out a measuring tape that she apparently grabbed at some point, or just has with her at all times. Considering her doting voice, you’re certain that this is the other Gina. The one from her private quarters on the S.S. Anne. The most dangerous Gina.

She begins by placing her hands directly under your breasts, as though weighing them. Squeezing them methodically, running her fingers across every square inch… You might even mistake it for some light groping, if not for Gina’s unwavering concentration painted plainly on her face. After a bit of time you realize that your nipples are completely hard. “Are you enjoying this, Emilia?” Gina asks teasingly.

You jump at the sudden and correct accusation. “N-No! You don’t even need to do all that to get my bra size! Just measure my boobs already!”

Gina giggles and wraps the measuring tape tightly over your stiffened nubs. You exhale pleasurably as she takes several more measurements, being sure to wrap the measuring tape over every square inch of your bust. But she doesn’t stop there. Soon, she’s measuring up and down your arms, around your torso, and all over your hips and legs. Gina’s hands seem to cover every inch of your body from your neck to your toes, and you idly allow it. These measurements are completely unnecessary, and you should probably object, but this all feels a lot nicer than you expected. It’s quickly disarming your mental defenses, putting you at ease. Did you always enjoy this kind of careful, personal attention so much? It’s strange… Your sensitive body is already getting warm and comfortable beneath your rival’s touch…

It takes a few seconds for you to realize that Gina’s hands are gone, and you open your eyes just in time to see her snapping pictures of you with her phone. “Gina!!!” you cover up with one hand while reaching for her phone with the other, but you know you’re far too late to have stopped several good shots.

“They’re just for reference!” Gina insists. “So we can compare it with pictures of you in bras and decide what works best. Okay, I’m gonna go pick some bras for you. Be back in a bit!”

“I don’t even get to choose them myself!?”

It’s no use. With that, she’s out the door, leaving you only in your panties. You’re kind of thankful, actually. This will give you time to calm down. You need to get your mind off of how nice it was to have Gina lavishing your body, especially your tits, with attention. If you keep thinking about the sensation of her hands pressing against your back, running down your thighs, or gently cupping your neck, it’ll cause nothing but trouble. The arousal from getting groped from head to toe has got to go!

The door swings open to signal Gina’s return, and you’re mortified to realize that your hand is in your panties, rapidly worsening the problem of your arousal. You pull your hand out and watch Gina with the most guilty expression possible as you leak pussy juices into your panties. Fortunately, she doesn’t seem to notice as she walks inside holding a mountain of lingerie sets.

“Sorry for the wait, Emilia! I got a bunch- Hey, aren’t you looking a little tense? Ohhh, sorry, I bet I know why. Here, I’ll strip too.”

“Oh, y-you don’t have to-” you start.

Regardless, Gina has already sent her top, skirt, and bra sailing to the other corner of the room in a practiced motion, revealing her stunning, perfectly-shaped body clad in nothing but a tiny thong. Your heart pulses in your chest, and your pussy can’t help but soak your panties even more as you appreciate her full, perky breasts and tight ass. You’ve seen Gina naked before, but absence has only made your heart fonder. Her naked body sharply reminds you of the time you served as her pet. Is she your rival, friend, or owner right now? Your thoughts are such a tangled mess…

Gina continues, “I know you only wanted bras, but all the cute stuff comes in sets, so I have to take off your panties too.”

Gina grabs the sides of your panties and slowly, deliberately, slides them down your legs. The thick strands of love juices connecting your pussy to the panties are beyond obvious. You can see them reflected in the mirror, and yet, Gina doesn’t seem to notice them at all. It’s almost scary, the way you’re getting away with being a hot, wet lesbian disaster in front of Gina without any consequences. M-Maybe it’s not as obvious as you think? Or maybe Gina’s just oblivious to this kind of stuff? S-Sure, let’s go with one of those.

Gina begins dressing you in a plain, solid pair of lingerie. The bra goes on easily, but the panties are a different story. She slides them up your legs quickly and forcefully, causing the fabric to press against your wet, throbbing pussy. Your eyes go wide and your mouth opens into a silent squeal, taking all your willpower to suppress it. S-Say, are you going to have to buy every pair of panties you get your pussy juices on…?

Once finished, Gina stands closely behind you, her smooth chest pillows pressed against your back. “There. I think you look cute and sexy in those. Are they comfortable?” You don’t answer. You’re too busy processing with the fact that Gina is not only staring at your body in nothing but underwear, but she also called you cute and sexy. “It looks like they fit you fine. I’ll get some pictures! And hey, as long as we’re taking photos, why not strike some poses? I bet you’ll have fun!”

She offers the idea like you have a choice, but your own willpower has wilted in the company of Gina’s confident enthusiasm. It’s hard to conceive of an idea that isn’t simply going along with whatever your fellow shopper suggests. As requested, you hold up a peace sign, but your nervousness shows plainly on your face. Gina places one hand on your shoulder, and with the other, she holds her phone up and takes a picture of both your reflections in the mirror. When she doesn’t take her phone down, you do a couple more poses. You put your hands behind your back bashfully, then you lean forward somewhat seductively. Each photo features an awkward, failed attempt at a smile. Yet, true to Gina’s word, you’re having a bit of fun. You’re also making your nipples even harder, and your pussy even wetter.

Gina declares, “That should be enough for that pair. Let’s move on to the next one!” Again, she ignores the flood of ambrosia you’ve spilled as she puts a different set of lingerie on you. The bra fits well, but the cup is very skimpy, leaving about half your areola exposed. The panties have a low-riding waistband that leaves a lot of ass cleavage hanging out. It’s not the sort of thing you’d ever wear. “Lewd…” you mutter.

“You think so?” Gina asks neutrally. “I think you’re absolutely gorgeous in them. A total knockout!” She assesses the fit by sliding her fingers down your ass cleavage and tugging the waistband, then snapping it against your ass and making you squeak. “The fit’s perfect, too!”

Gorgeous…? You suddenly like this lingerie. As Gina’s free hand roams your ass, further confirming that the panties fit well, you do some more poses. Detailed facial expressions like smiling are beyond you at this point, so you wear a mostly worried and insecure look as you make some more peace signs and show off your barely-contained boobs. A few of your attempted poses cause you to pop free from your bra, and though you hope Gina didn’t take pictures of that, your nethers are soon awash as you suspect your wardrobe malfunction will be immortalized on her phone forever…

“Now turn around, Emilia. I wanna get some pictures of your ass.”

“For reference?”

“For reference.”

You do as instructed, holding your hands behind your head and shaking your ass in front of the mirror. Gina keeps her phone in one hand while the other slaps your ass a few times. “H-Hey!” you object. Your photographer ignores you, and you don’t do a thing about it except close your eyes and lightly hump the air. Fuck… How does she not notice any of this!?

The next time Gina steps away to grab another pair of underwear, you unconsciously stuff your hand between your legs. Ah god, you’re so wet and so turned on, you could cum any moment. Fortunately, you manage to take your hand out just as Gina turns around, avoiding her notice. The next pair you’re wearing is an open-cup bra and an open-crotch pair of panties. It’s really just outlines of what you should actually be wearing. This isn’t even underwear.