What's next?

Peggy gets carried away

The metal cart bumped and rattled as Peggy crouched on a cold shelf and hung on to the sides. The white cloth which was draped over the trolley swung and swayed, and prevented her from seeing where she was going. She felt the trolley go around a corner, heard a door open.

Suddenly there was a firm bump, jostling her so much she was worried she would fall out. Then she had bigger worries, as she realised there was a distinct loosening around her back where her bra strap should sit. She felt her breasts bouncing more than they should as the satin slid down her shoulders and her arms, her eyes widened in alarm.

Another bump, Peggy lost her grip on the trolley for a moment, scrabbled to get it back, and once she was holding on again saw that her large breasts were completely unencumbered. She looked around but failed to see her bra, as it had dropped out of the trolley and been left behind.

"No!" Peggy mouthed at her situation suddenly being that much worse.

The trolley was wheeled onto a different kind of floor, and stopped. Peggy wondered if she had been put somewhere she could sneak out, but then a bell dinged and she felt the floor dropping and knew she was in a lift.