Something Better

Elena's SUV rolled to a smooth stop in the shaded parking spot directly in front of a stylish boutique. Jordan’s stomach tightened the instant he saw the elegant black-and-gold script on the wide glass window: "LUXE". Mannequins in impossibly graceful forms posed behind the tinted panes in delicate lace and silk.

"W-why are we here, Elena?" Jordan asked nervously as he looked at the window display.

"Because you were right this morning. The padded bra and the panties might have been okay for the dinner last night, but they won't be enough for hours of movement in broad daylight. We need something better for you. Something that will let you relax and just be Joanne without worrying every second. And this is the place for it."

Jordan's cheeks burned. "Th-that's not what I meant, Elena. I don't want to 'just be Joanne'. I don't like this."

"Shh!! you may not like it now, baby... but trust me, you will soon. By the time we are done, you're not going to just look perfect. You're going to feel perfect."

Warm summer air kissed the exposed skin at his midriff as they stepped outside. "Smile, baby, You look adorable. Now hurry up, we only have a couple of hours."

Elena slipped her arm around him and guided him through the automatic doors. Inside, Luxe smelled like sandalwood and expensive silk. Soft lighting spilled from recessed fixtures, illuminating rows of lace bras, matching panties, and delicate lingerie displayed like art. A few well-dressed women browsed quietly near the back.

An associate glanced up and immediately started walking toward them; tall, mid-twenties, with glossy chestnut hair falling in perfect waves and a warm smile. She wore a simple black sheath dress that accentuated her figure without trying too hard.

"Welcome to Luxe." Her gaze swept over both of them before lingering appreciatively on Jordan for a beat longer. "I'm Lila. What can I do for you lovely ladies today?"

"Hi, Lila. I'm Elena, and this is my friend Joanne. We're looking for something that will make Joanne feel incredibly confident. Something realistic, comfortable for an all-day wear, and… discreet." Elena's voice turned to a whisper. "Joanne is a... special girl, and she deserves the best."

Jordan's cheeks flooded with heat. He stared at the polished floor, the top suddenly feeling far too tight. Lila's smile didn't falter; if anything, it softened into something playful, as though this was the most natural request in the world.

"Oh, absolutely, we get a lot of girls like you, Joanne." Lila gestured toward the back of the store. "Come on back to our VIP suite. No one will bother us there." She glanced at Elena with a conspiratorial little wink. "Elena, you’re welcome to come, of course. Most 'friends' like to supervise... very closely."

Elena's grin widened. "Wouldn’t miss it."

The fitting suite was plush and intimate, with cream carpet, a wide upholstered bench, and a three-panel mirror that reflected every angle. Lila closed the heavy velvet door behind them, and motioned for Jordan to step in front of the mirrors.

"First things first, darling... let's get you out of those clothes so I can measure properly. Everything off except the panties. Let's see what we're working with." Her tone left no room for argument. "And no need to be shy. We're all girls here."

Jordan’s fingers trembled as he removed the clothes one by one, until he was standing in just the thin lace panties in front of two beautiful women. The faint outline of his cock was clearly visible through the delicate fabric. The cool air of the fitting room raised goosebumps all over his bare skin. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to cover himself, but it only made him feel smaller and more exposed.

Lila's eyes flicked over him with a professional appreciation. “Nice foundation to work with.” She produced a soft measuring tape, and measured him all over. "So, do you need something just for today, or..."

"A week... at least." Elena jumped in with a sparkle in her eyes. "I want her to look and feel complete. No more worrying about anything slipping or showing."

Lila jotted numbers on a small tablet. "Understood. I have just the thing. Realistic and newbie-friendly. I'll be right back."

The moment the door shut behind her, Elena stepped forward and cupped Jordan's chin, tilting his face up to the mirror. "Look at yourself, standing here almost naked, letting a beautiful woman measure you." Her voice was husky with desire. "You're trembling, baby. Is it shame… or are you getting wet thinking about how good you're going to look?"

Jordan's breath shuddered out. The plug pressed deeper as he shifted his weight. "El-Elena… I-"

Lila returned before he could finish his thought, carrying two sleek black boxes and an armful of garments. "You're in luck, beautiful. I found everything in your exact skin-tone. You're going to look great."

She set everything down and opened the first box. "Let's start with the breast forms. These are the latest and the best ones we offer. Silicone adhesive set in a natural small B-cup teardrop shape... perfect for a petite frame like yours. Soft and perky. Just right for your innocent college-girl look. Okay?"

Jordan could barely manage a tiny nod as he looked at the piece in Lila's hand. She worked efficiently. She first cleaned the area with an **** wipe that left his chest cool and tingling. She applied a thin layer of adhesive to his chest, peeled the protective backing from the first form and pressed it into place with warm hands, smoothing the edges until it blended seamlessly with his skin.

"Feel that? Just right for a sweet girl like you." Lila asked Jordan. "Why don't you hold this one, while I work on the other side."

Elena’s eyes darkened as she watched Jordan place his own palm over his new breast. "Fuck," she whispered. Her hand moved up her body with a mind of its own, covering her left breast. Her thumb started circling the nipple above her blouse while she watched.

Lila repeated the process on the other side while Jordan continued holding the first one. Elena couldn't control anymore. She walked up to him, and placed her palm over the form, replacing his. For a few long minutes both women had their hands on his chest. Lila smoothing the right form with professional care while Elena pressed and kneaded the left one with a possessive hunger. Jordan stood frozen between them, feeling utterly exposed and objectified as the two women worked intimately on his new breasts, pressing and molding him.

"That should be enough time." Lila said and both of them stepped stepped back. The breasts form stayed on Jordan's chest, the weight pulling him down a bit. He pushed his chest back to adjust.

"Look at you, honey." Elena whispered. "Already proud of these babies, right?"

Meanwhile Lila moved to open the second box. "Now I got something even better for you, Joanne. You ready?"

Panic ran through Jordan's veins. Now what?