Bra Fitting at Victoria's Secret!

The other day when I was punishing david for overspending I made him dress in his schoolgirl outfit which included a bra under his blouse. He kept his blouse on for most of the punishment, but when he started undressing afterwards it reminded me of how ill-fitting and cheap looking his bra was. Well, I decided to do something about that, so I took david to get fitted for a proper bra this week. And where else?

Victoria's Secret of course! OMG, this has always been a fantasy of ours, to take him there and get him properly fitted, and we finally did it. Yay!

We walked in together and we started browsing.

We were not approached by any of the sales ladies, but I would have liked to have been. So we started looking. I wanted pink for him. I knew he needed 40" and likely an AA cup. I also new Vickies would not have that, but I wanted to see how close they got and maybe get some advice from the sales ladies.

From just browsing, it appeared that the largest around they carried was 38", and if you went that large around, all they had was a B cup or bigger. And the selection was not strong at 38B, but we found one that looked like it would do.

So there I am, holding one, and trying to figure out if 38 would fit around him. I did not want to put it on him right there in the open store (and likely get asked to leave!). Instead, I took the bra and bravely marched off on my lonseome in search of some sales help.

I found a friendly looking, pretty and young (but not too young) sales assistant. I started very tentatively asking her if I could trouble her, and then asking if the store was open to alternative lifestyles? You see, I don't want to pull anybody into our kink without their cooperation, so I was prepared to walk away if things were not heading in the right direction. Fortunately, she responded very enthusiastically and asked what she could do for me. Heart pounding but outwardly cool, I told her that I had brought my submissive with me (I didn't mention he was my husband, just my "submissive"), and that he had always wanted to buy a bra to wear himself, and that I had agreed to help him, but that I also needed some help making sure we got one that would fit.

As soon as I said that, her eyes positively lit up!  She was delighted to help me. She said she could put us into their largest changing room, with a big mirror, and get the sales lady who was expert at bra fitting to measure him and pick several things that would work and have him try them on (!!!). Wow.

She walked back with me towards david, who was quietly standing there, back to a counter, looking down at his feet in a very abashed sort of way. I introduced him, "this is the man". She reiterated to david that she was very happy to assist and took us towards the changing rooms. We waited at the entrance to the change area while the room they had in mind was tidied up. She also went off to brief the lady who fits the bras.

In a couple of moments she was back with the other sales lady in tow. This one was blonde, slim and petite with glasses and a tape measure around her neck. Both ladies showed us into the change room where the rules were explained to us. They were not allowed to leave mixed sex couples in the change rooms alone, but it was ok for me to stand just outside the door, keep it open a crack, and look in when neither of them were there.

We went into the large change room, the fitting lady, david, and I, and she closed the door.

She started asking david about styles, but he stammered and deferred to me. I told her he wanted something ultra-feminine, preferably pink colored, and without an underwire. She asked about a push-up, and I suggested a fuller cup. She told him to raise his hands above his head, and she cinched the tape measure around his bust tightly (over his shirt) and measured him at just under 40". She said they only carry in the store up to 38 (as I had found out on my own), but she thought it would probably work. We had the 38B we had previously picked out in hand, and she suggested he try that on while she went to look for others that might fit as well.

When she left, I told david to try it on and stepped out as well, keeping the door open a crack. david took off his shirt. He had a tight dark grey T-shirt on underneath. He looked quite good, as he has been really losing weight nicely and developing some sleek musculature under Michelle's guidance.

Poor baby had no clue how to put on a bra, though, and backed up to the door, asking for me to help. I loosened the bra straps and fastened it in back. It went around him fine. He looked so cute in his tight dark grey t-shirt and pale pink bra. Here is the exact one from the website:

It's the "Body by Victoria - No-Wire - 38B - in colour Pink Daisy," Isn't it darling! Just imagine my david standing there in the change room adjusting the cups of that gorgeous bra over what non-existent breasts he has!

The bra fitting lady came back with another couple of bras in hand. I was still standing outside and told her he had just put on the pink one. "Well let's see it!" she said and barged right into the change room. She made david face her and adjusted where the bra set a little. She said it was fine around but that the cup size was really too big. She had another she thought might sit flatter on him, but I didn't like the style or colour (it was too plain and beige). She then suggested that if we liked he could try some inserts to fill out the cups?

I jumped in and said that would be great, and also asked david who nodded in the affirmative, too embarrassed to actually speak. She said she would go get some samples for him to try. In the meantime he should try on the other bra she brought for fit, and that she might be able to find something similar more in his desired colour and style.

She left again and I shuffled outside the door. For a brief moment the door was pretty wide open and david was visible in the change room in all his glory in his pretty pink bra. At that moment a woman customer walked by and did a genuine double-take as she passed the change room door. Ha Ha!

The first sales lady also came by and asked how it was going. I opened the door and showed her david in his lovely pink bra. She went in and I followed. She was wondering where her colleague was, and I told her what had transpired and that she was off looking for more bras and to bring us some inserts to try. She agreed that inserts would help a lot as it didn't look good with the cup collapsed in like that.

Then she left again, and again the door was wide open for a bit by her doing. The big change room we were in was immediately off the entrance way, and hence a fairly high traffic area. There were several women milling out there near the entrance to the changing area waiting for sales assistants and rooms.  Several other female customers and sales assistants got eyefulls as well as I was none too quick to close the door despite the terrified pleading look in my husband's eyes. Let them all see me put my submissive through his bra-fitting paces! It was totally amazing.

david asked my assistance to take off the pink bra. I made him come to me at the door and turn to face away from me as I unhooked his bra, propping the door open with my foot as I did so. We then tried the beige one, but it was a complete no go. Even though it too was a 38, it didn't have the extra hooks at the back that the pink one had, and hence did not fit around him at all, despite all my tugging.

Just then the bra fitting lady returned. She said she was not able to find any others in stock with his desired look. I told her the beige one didn't fit anyways, but that we were very happy with the pink. She and I entered the room and asked david to put the pink bra back on again. I helped him hook it in back. The sales lady then put the inserts in herself, fussing quite a bit in the process with his bra. She was great though. Absoutely no-nonsense. Definitely a dommy personality.

But the inserts. What a difference! Suddenly david was filling out his bra. A true B-cup! I got excited thinking about the fashion possibilities of a husband with big tits, and also getting excited about spanking and fucking him in his filled-out bra!

david looked at himself in the mirror, and the look on his face was priceless! Talk about embarrassed. He was visibly blushing all the way from his cheeks down to his neck. I could also spot a strong erection in his pants (not sticking out or anything, just lying there diagonally in his designer jeans). I'm sure our lady saw the blush (and perhaps the stiffness as well), but she got even more enthusiastic about helping. After seeing him with his inserts, all sorts of other ideas came to her about other styles he might try on. Poor david, though, looked positively done, and he shook his head no. I took pity on him and told her that he was very happy with this one he had on, and with his inserts.

She asked if there was anything else she could help with, anything else at all? I turned to david and asked if we should look for a bra and panty set, maybe with matching stockings and garter belt? david just looked down at the ground, still wearing his pretty bra and inserts, and shook his head and mumbled, no, he was good, thank you. I turned to the lady and said "I think he's done..." She looked up at him, smiled a big smile, and said, "Yeah, I see what you mean..." david looked positively miserable, almost to the point of tears.

In retrospect, I think that is what she does in these situations. She calls their bluff and raises them. "You want to go bra shopping? I'll see you that, and raise you an extra dose of humiliation just by being super nice, dragging it out, keeping you dressed up, and not caring what other women in the store know what you are doing and see you dressed like that. We'll see who gets tired of this game and folds first!" And it was david who folded first. Like a cheap suit!

I released david from his bra and we handed the lady back the sample inserts. She handed us a pretty box with brand new packaged inserts inside in a silky bag. I thanked her profusely. Just then the other sales assistant walked by as well, and we thanked her and told her we had everything we needed and were very happy. They both said they were happy to help us and we should come back any time at all. Talk about welcoming!

I walked with david to the front of the store and we went up to a cashier. She was a very young lady, looked to be only about nineteen or so, though I am just guessing. She asked if we had found everything we were looking for. I said we had. david put down the bra and the inserts on the counter. He paid cash. I could see a little smirk on the checkout girl's face. Like she was trying so hard to hold in a laugh-out-loud guffaw. Meanwhile, david was still miserable and blushing as the checkout girl neatly packed our items and put them into a pretty Victoria's Secret shopping bag. Everything is so pretty at Vickie's!

Of course I made sure david was the one she handed the bag to, and david was the one who carried it out the door and through the mall and back to our car.

As soon as I got him back home, I made him shave off all his hair from waist to neck (downstairs was already well-shaven from a few days ago), including his underarms, and put him into a hot shower and had him wash and scrub himself pink.

When he emerged, I dried him myself and then put him into his bra and some relatively well-matched panties we already had. I placed the inserts and cupped his breasts. They felt real!

I then sat on the side of the bed and took him across my knee, making sure that both his legs and his upper chest were resting comfortably on the bed. I wanted him to experience his new breasts pushing into the bed as he was being spanked.

He later on told me that it was amazing. That he actually felt that he had real breasts and that he was experiencing what a woman feels when she is chest down against something.

I lowered his panties and gave him a mild hand spanking, telling him how pretty he looked with his new tits and his new feminine and sexy Victoria's Secret bra.

After his bottom was as pink as his bra, I removed his panties completely, put him on his back on the bed, and put on my smaller strap-on dildo. He was as hard as I've ever seen him. I then went and kneeled up next to him, and made him give oral sex to my dildo.

It was so weird. From the waist up, with his pink bra and his new breasts, and with a lifelike dick in his mouth, he looked like a woman. From the waist down, he was all throbbing man!

I then put him on all fours on the bed. I lubed him and entered him, making slow and gentle love to his boy-pussy.

I reached around and grabbed his tits, squeezing them, as I made love to him. I say again: they felt so real!! I grabbed his hips and became a bit more forceful, making his new tits jiggle as I fucked him.

I pulled out, ripped off the dildo and my own panties, straddled his face, and made him lick me. I was facing down his body so I could see his breasts clearly. I came twice in that position. Then I lubed his cock, and made him lick my asshole as I used my hand on him. My left hand strayed to my clit and I came once more before he exploded all over himself. I dismounted, and fed him his cum from my fingers, watching him swallow.

OMG is all I can say!