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As the women finish their stretches, Veronica gives Becky a curious look, wondering why she seems to be in such a good mood today. She watches as the grinning Becky puts her hands behind her hips and leans backwards to stretch her back a bit. As Becky does so, she juts out her chest and makes it expand, and you groan as you feel her ballooning breasts stretch you further as they overwhelm you with their soft embrace. Veronica notices the strain Becky’s putting on her tiny bra and realizes that she’s never seen it before. Something about it seems different. Actually, now that she’s looking directly at it, it looks less like a bra and more like...No, it couldn’t be...could it? Intrigued, Veronica slowly approaches to get a closer look. As she does, she asks, “Uh, Becky, love...is that a new bra?”

Realizing that Veronica is finally noticing you, Becky can’t help but give a smug smirk. “Oh, this thing,” she says coyly, pretending like she’s actually surprised Veronica pointed you out. “Yeah, I just got it today.” You hate how Becky’s treating you like you’re the latest fashion, or something, but, like it or not, she’s got you tied and gagged against her. There’s nothing you can do.

“Where did you get it,” Veronica asks as she gets close enough to fully admire Becky’s new ‘bra.’

“Oh, nowhere. I just whipped it up,” Becky retorts cheekily.

Veronica can tell Becky meant what she said. She can see that her makeshift bra is really just a lace tied around most of her body, save for some strange-looking material stretched along the front of her breasts. “‘Whipped it up?’ With what exactly?”

Becky’s smile broadens. “You know that new wrestler Touko was talking about hiring, the one she had special plans for?”

“You mean her little underdog story?” As they speak, Veronica gradually starts to notice more and more defining features of whatever’s strapped against Becky. Arms, legs, even a head. It’s hard to believe, but Becky’s bra almost looks like an actual person!

“You’re looking at him.” Becky hefts her chest out, giving Veronica the closest possible look of the real live tiny man strapped to her breasts.

Veronica’s jaw drops for a moment before she starts to laugh, amazed that their newest co-worker is a tiny man and that Becky’s turned him into an article of clothing on his first day. “Haha, no...you didn’t!”

“Yep, I did, though I guess he’s more of an ‘under-tit’ story now, haha,” Becky says proudly, glad that someone else is finally admiring her handiwork.

Fascinated, Veronica continues watching you and even giggles along with Becky whenever you try to squirm for freedom again. Veronica has to admit, she’s a little envious Becky got to you first. After feeling a bit bored for a while, she was intrigued by Touko’s news to finally hire a male wrestler for the DWA. True to her stage name, Jezebel was musing gradually charming you into becoming her newest boytoy, spicing things up a little by turning her opponent into a diehard fan, but, after seeing how small you are, now she’s absolutely excited by the idea. She’s made regular-sized men crumple in adoration for her with just a cute wink and a seductive swivel of her hips. She can only imagine what little effort it might take to seduce a tiny man you (hell, at your size, you might be overwhelmed by just the sight of her bending over). Even if you do somehow resist her advances, the overwhelming size difference between the two of you means that you’ll have to put up with her toying with you until she’s bored, which she imagines will take a long while. Becky might have you now, but maybe Veronica can figure out a way to have fun with you sooner rather than later.