Jake felt an odd weight on his back. He was wrapped around something, something large and round, and he was in a store. He looked around, and finally he spotted his girlfriend.
Hey Jenny! He tried to shout, but nothing came out.
"I can read your thoughts" she said, inching closer to him. "And right now your wondering what happened to you. You are a sports bra."
But why aren't you wearing me? he asked. And who is? because I can feel that someone is wearing me.
"I didn't want to have to deal with you gushing all over me, wanting to be worn everyday, so I returned you to the store so you can be worn by someone who can't read your thoughts."
What? No! Come back. But it was too late. Jenny had left. Jake was left on the mannequin, waiting to be sold. After days and days of torment, someone finally looked at him.
"Can I have that one?" a lady asked one of the employees. "There's no more on the racks."
"Sure" the man replied. Jake was so excited, he was going to be worn by this hot girl. He was stashed in a bag.
When he got home, he saw the girl that bought him taking off her bra. He stared gaping at her breasts, and then he was taken and put over her breasts. He felt the warm, soft flesh inside him. He was in absolute heaven. He forgot about Jenny. He forgot about everything. He was just being lulled by the constant bouncing of his wearer's boobs as she ran.
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