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Introduction:  This is a part of a completed story.  It gets a lot heavier still which may not be to everyones tastes.



Jill’s story - Part 7


The next morning I arrive at work expecting to have a message or an unpleasant “gift” but there is none of either.  I’m sure it wont last though.  Later in the morning Dave walks over the couple meters between our desks to chat.  He says he is having problems with this security module, I raise my eyebrow but decide to play along with him if he wants to pretend like nothing else is going on, so I indicate the one black device on his desk and say “That one?”.  He says yes, he has been trying to get a routine to work but although it sometimes gives the expected result sometimes it gives a junk result.  He says he has contacted technical support for the manufactures and they have assured him that the device is in perfect working order so it must be something else.  I think why is he wasting time talking rubbish about what I know, and he knows I must know, is a fake device with a built in camera?
He asks if I have time later this afternoon to spend with him checking his code to make sure he isn’t doing anything stupid.  I say, sure, and we set a time in the mid afternoon to look at it.
Before lunch I get a message from Steve, it says “Today is a good day for a shopping trip! I know the perfect place to go for items just like the one you got yesterday!  Here is the address…”.  Just after that message I get another which says “It’s not a request, come back after lunch wearing one of the shop assistants choice.”
God I think, men are so boring in their single mindedness, I head out to find the shop.  

Turns out it is an “alternative” themed lingerie shop, not exactly hard core porn underwear but certainly far from tame.  It’s a small shop with a single shop assistant, she is dressed all in black and has enough metal objects pinned in various ways to her body that you could be forgiven if you mistook her for a magnet in a junk yard.  
I wonder what she looks like naked.  
Not wanting to waste time I tell her straight out that I am looking for a bra that cups my tits giving them shape but still allows them to essentially be naked from the nipple up.  She is completely un-phased by this description, in fact she seems to think it not much to comment on at all.  She shows me to a section with many bras of the slightly less than half cup type in different styles and colours, I can’t believe this is an item that I haven’t come across before and yet is so very common it would seem.  She asks if that is what I am looking for.  I hesitate and then say “Yes I think so, does she have any preference in the styles herself?”, I go on to say that its for a friend, you see, as a gift.  She looks somewhat sceptically at me and says she likes something a little different herself but it’s not for everyone.  I ask her the obvious question, why is it not for everyone.  She explains that only people with certain types of tits can wear them, she looks at my chest as if evaluating my tits for this special quality through my blouse.  I say, well I do have very visually similar tits to my friend does she think mine would work.  She says she will show me what she means, she has one on herself at the moment.  She is wearing a long T-shirt style top which she gathers and lifts up and over her, what turns out to be ample, bosom to her chin.  
She has, of course, got a black bra on underneath, or at least it looks like it could be part of a bra.  The straps over the shoulders are there and they come down and branch, forming a triangle that goes around the globes that are her tits much as the straps of a bra normally do.  There is no cup though, the strap that runs under her big globes of flesh is thinker than normal, maybe an inch and certainly supports and shape of her breasts but it is no cup.  Then extending from 3 points of the strap around each tit, starting from directly below each nipple, are equally spaced centimetre wide pieces of what looks like leather. These meet in the middle at the nipple which in her case has a large areola as well as a large think brown nipple, much like my own.  
Nipples like mine can be irritating because the stay erect or semi erect a lot, although they don’t tend to get as hard as smaller nipples do (as far as I can tell) making them easier to conceal.  
Where the straps meet is what looks like a tiny hat with the top cut off, the nipple is of course enclosed in this and the straps are attached to it.  She points out the three leather bits converging on her left nipple and explains that with this design although her tits are not held by a cup they are kept from wobbling too much by the firm straps and nipple cap as she calls it.  She demonstrates by jumping a little and swinging her big breasts from side to side.  I can see that the bra seems to keep them from jiggling.  I say to her how is it that the nipples slip out of the caps?  Immediately feeling queasy about the answer.  She says some of the caps have a tacky underside that sticks to the areola and keeps them in place, I think well that’s ok then, then she says, others like hers have an option to put a bar through from one side of the cap to the other running through a nipple piercing to keep the nipple cap in place.  She shows me where the bar is on hers, ouch I think.  She points out that this is much better than the sticky options, as those often only work the first few times wearing the bra.
Then she asks, do I have nipple piercings, explaining that some piercings aren’t suitable for these bras as they don’t go right through from one side of the nipple to the other, and if you already have it isn’t a good idea to get another piercing on the same nipple.  I say that I don’t have any to worry about, she says well there is this tattoo and piercing parlour next door and they really do the best job in town, she should know.
She is looking much more excited about her job than when I first walked in, she says, by the way her name is Tanya, its her lunch hour now anyway, she can lock up and take me next door and we can check with Phil, the piercings artist, if I have suitable tits and nipples, she’ll even bring a bra so we can make sure.  While I am trying to think what the exact message from Steve was, before I have said anything, she is grabbing her keys from behind the counter, taking my silence for consent. She takes my arm like long lost friends and marches me happily to the door and out, she changes the sign from “Open” to “Back in a Bit”, locks the door and drags me next door.
Phil turns out to be the owner, and only artist, or indeed employee, in the parlour.  He is severely tattooed as these people normally are.  He looks at my fresh untainted body, the few bits he can see, and my business clothes and probably thinks quite rightly what a fresh piece of meat he has here.  Surprisingly he doesn’t seem to be course as one might expect, he is relaxed and friendly, you could say he has a good bedside manner.
Tanya shows Phil the bra caps and explains to him what is needed to wear one properly, she is a bit giggly with him, I can see she thinks of him as maybe an older brother of kindred spirit.  Phil says he can see what would be needed but that it really depends on the nipples that will be using it if it will work properly and look good.  Tanya says that I am the nipple model for this!  Phil turns to look at me again, he smiles kindly and says shall we take a look.  His smile and demure disarm me, I put down my bag, hesitate, but then start unbuttoning my blouse.  I open the blouse drop it over one shoulder and then take down my bra strap and fold my bra down exposing my ample breast and nipple.  My large nipple is slightly hard as usual.  Phil wheels his chair close and takes hold of the bra keeping it out the way while he examines the nipple, I can feel the areola crinkling as the nipple gets a harder under his gaze.  He loops up at my face, then with his thumb and index finger he simulates squeezing in the air, I nod.  He takes my nipple in between his index finger and thumb, his fingers and hand feel warm against my flesh.  He squeezes the nipple and turns it slightly in his fingers, feeling the texture and thickness, then he takes as much of my breast as he can in his hand and gently squeezes and turns it.  He sites back, looking at Tanya and I and says, yes he thinks that my nipples would work perfectly with the nipple cap.  Tanya looks at me with a big smile on her face and nods expectantly.  I roll my eyes and say fine.  Tanya jumps with joy and claps her hands like a child.  Phil says he will go and prepare his tools.  That sounds a little scary to me, Tanya sees me looking a nervous, she says it can be a bit painful at first, maybe I would like to have a stiff drink to calm my nerves.  She guides me over to a mini bar and asks what’s my poison.  I down the whisky shot she pours me, and then another.  Two shots at lunch should be ok I think, Tanya has one herself and asks me again, I have a third thinking that a steel pin is going to be pushed through my nipple. I have a fourth with Tanya just for good measure. Tanya looks impressed, she shows me the bottle, it has a third more alcohol content than normal whisky.  I can feel it now warming my stomach.  Phil calls us over to his work chair, it is a lounging chair that he can tilt, vaguely reminiscent of a dentists chair.  I don’t like needles at the best of times, I take the offered fifth shot of whiskey and quickly down it before I sit down.  
“Easy does it” says Phil, “that stuff is potent”.  I can feel the alcohol entering my bloodstream already, my head feels a little lighter.  Phil says “Time to get those gorgeous breasts out”.  I sit forward in the chair and throw off my already undone blouse, then I unclip my bra and ease it off my shoulders, Tanya takes the blouse and bra from me.  I lean back in the chair with my tits out and proud in the open, nipples sticking up into the air.  Phil has gloves on now, he takes my left nipple is his hand and manipulates it, I look away not wanting to know what he is doing.  The alcohol continues to seep into my brain and although I am sitting with my tits out, with a girl I just met, a tattoo artist manipulating my nipple and breast in a shop with a glass front where anyone could walk in at any moment and get to see my tits, I feel remarkable relaxed.  The alcohol is definitely having an affect, I am feeling sleepy, I feel a sharp prick in the region of my nipple, I grit my teeth but keep my eyes closed.  A little while later I feel my other nipple and breast being manipulated, and again a sharp stab.  Phil says I can open my eyes now it is all done, I look down at my nipples, there is a bar horizontally through the nipple of each breast.  Phil says it will be tender for about a week and I should avoid anything that may catch on the nipples of course.  He recommends wearing a bra so that the cups can protect the nipples from brushing against anything and allow them to settle down.  He says he did inject me with a local anaesthetic which will last for the next 4 hours and that after that I will feel some pain but it shouldn’t be too bad.  He says I will be able to start wearing a bra like the one Tanya showed him in a weeks time.  Then he covers each nipple with a big round white plaster, it make me look like a censored pin up!
I get dressed again being very gently when I put on the bra and adjust the cups.  I thank Phil and pay him and Tanya and I go back to her shop.  I leave with two of the nipple cap bras and two of the mini cup ones.  I head back to the office decidedly light headed still from the five shots of whisky.

Back at my desk, I decide today is not a good day to meet with Dave, after five whiskeys I wont be as attentive to pick up any hints he may give away as to his game.  I tell him that I have some urgent work I need to complete this afternoon, is it ok if we postpone until tomorrow morning.  He says no problem.
5 mins before home time I leave the office, I haven’t heard from Steve and don’t want to have to deal with him today.  My nipples have started to feel sore as the anaesthetic wears off.

At home I take off my blouse and then gently my bra, my nipples are really aching now.  I go stand in front of a mirror, censored pin up, I think with my big white patch nipples, or with a few feathers I could be a Vegas cabaret dancer!  Phil said I should leave the patches on for a day.   My nipple pain gets worse through the night, I hardly sleep at all not being able to find a comfortable position to lie in with my ample bosom that has burning tips.


To be continued.