Author's Note

Ms. Busty's POV

Next Chapter: On the Top of the World

Busted: 8

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I had just entered the cloaking room, my breasts weighing heavily on my chest; it is about six o’clock in the afternoon, and I am already tired.

The trip to the big city had not been fair, or kind to me.

However, I am surprised, at just how quick and easy the elevator trip had been; and the lady accompanying me: Ellie the Waitress had apparently managed the elevator.

I am taking my shoes and my jacket off; leaving everything I had carried with me, in the small but cozy cloaking room. I am tired. I have no energy left, at the moment. I had chosen, to trust the Hotel with what little I had been carrying with me.

With the load taken of my shoulders, I step up to the door; I lift up my right hand, extending the palm of the hand. As I press the palm onto the plaque, spreading my fingers as wide as I can; the door opens up with a swoosh, before I step into my living room. I don’t take the time, learning the layout of the room; but haste over to the next door, to my bed room. I am tired, spent; my back in pain.

“Maybe a long night’s sleep could make it all go away?” I ponder, hopefully.

I once more lift up my right hand, extending it towards the plaque by the side of my door; pressing the palm of my right hand down, spreading my fingers to see the door slide up before me.

The cozy bed room I am greeted by is fairly small, but it has everything I will be needing for the night: a bed, a bed-stand and a wardrobe. (What else could I possibly need, or wish for? I have no idea; but right now, I really do not have the energy to spare on the matter.)

I walk over to the wardrobe, where I intend to deposit my clothes, so I can change into something more comfortable to sleep in. I had opted for light clothes, supporting my bust while being reasonably presentable and no more. Why bother? My back is literally killing me; sporting a bust of F-cups.

Slipping the skirt down, is a breeze; picking it up and depositing it in a pile at the bottom of the wardrobe is however a pain. My back hurts. I have no graze now, so I will have to live with it; I had already resigned myself, in my teens. (No point, in whining now; when the race had already been lost. Is there?)

Now I am pulling the tight shirt, I had chosen for the support it is still lending me. As I pull the shirt up over my head, I start to feel the effects of the support sagging behind; I groan in pain, but manage to drop the shirt on the top of the pile that currently consists of my skirt.

In frustration, I simply rip the bra off of my chest; it would have to be washed before I could wear it again, anyway. Saving the time, may be worth it.

Before me, I have a selection of comforting tops I can wear, but all in metallic bloody red.

“Curious colour, but I think I like it..” I ponder, as I consider the unexpected colour of the garments, I have available to me.

“B-Cup” a label reads; “This seems about right for my back..” I ponder; “but it will take something for me; to get used to it, all the same!” I conclude.

“How elastic can this fabric possibly be?” I ponder, as I slip the top down over my head; affording it a few tentative tugs in order to achieve the perfect fit I desire.

Once I had slipped this top on, I feel its tightness constricting my chest; holding my bust firmly in place, far better than I had dared to imagine. Let alone, hope for.

“Oh, oh; ooh!” I groan.

“Well, maybe I can at least have a full night’s sleep now?” I mumble to myself.

I am after all alone, in this room. Small as it may be, but I could get used to it.

With the worst out of the way, I slip my panties down, reaching down and pick them up; before I place them onto the top of the pile, content to just leave them where they lie.

“I could ask for the Room service to deal with this?” I ponder.

“These panties are looking promising, to me..” I consider; “but, what is it with all these unconventional measurements and labeling?” I ponder, in overt confusion.

Since I had chosen a pair of panties, I step into them with greater ease; pulling them all the way up, affording them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

While I may not have understood exactly how and why, I need to wear these for an entire night; but apparently these should make me more comfortable the following morning. I had already experienced the support, the new top is offering me; but this does by no means explain, how or why it even works in the first place.

Both the top and the panties are as tight as one could possibly ask for, without even being uncomfortable or restricting; but how, or why I can not say. I just enjoy the comfort given, accepting it; for as long as I can hold on to it. I am still cursed with the large bust: F-cups, but at least it is slightly better now.

While the weight is still there; my breasts are firmed up and do no longer move the way they did, thus no longer aggravating the situation. My balance had been improved; but I am still tired, and my back is still aching all the same. The pain will not go away, in a minute.

“I am accepting this blessing, for all it is worth; for as long as I can hold on to it, and let go when that time comes..” I ponder.

“I should be going to bed, even if it may be early..” I ponder, just as my eyes catch the glimpse of a pair of gloves and I can’t stop myself; “These are looking good!” I realize, extracting the pair of long gloves.

“A bit tight, maybe; but I am willing to take the chance, right now..” I consider; as I am slipping my right and left hand in, pulling the gloves all the way up.

“Is there by chance a pair of matching stockings?” I mumble, just before the prayer had been answered.

I extract a pair of thigh-high toe-stockings matching in both style and hew. Slipping my right foot in; feeling the stocking swallow my foot with exaggerated eagerness; as I feel the foot slip all the way down, and my toes slide into position.

I place my foot onto the floor, before I step into the left stocking; feeling it slide down faster than I had been hoping for, and my foot then slipping into place followed by my toes following suit.

“Okay, now it is time to hit the sack!" I exclaim, still moaning in pain.

“Time to finally hit the sack..” I decide, as I turn around to face my bed; “Toe-stockings; but why would anyone even want, or need that?” I consider; “As fun as it may be!” I conclude, on my way over to the bed.

The sheet is a glossy black, and the quilt a three inch thick crystal clear. Naturally, the pillow is covered with the same black and glossy. Should I be minding? I can’t put up the effort to be bothered or care.

Now I fold the quilt up towards the wall, slipping one foot in at the time; before I find myself sitting in the bed, before I lie down and fold the quilt back over myself. I lay my head on the pillow, finding it cool; permitting me to relax, as much as my situation is permitting me to.

I lie on my back, making my best effort to relax; groaning a few more times, before sleep is finally overcoming me. While the pain had not gone away, it had been subsiding once I had put this top on; permitting me a relatively comfortable sleep, as I am laying on the bed.

I had had a few dreams, as expected; but I can not for my life recall any of what they were all about, but an image of my bust could be a clue. While my back is still soar; but not as bad as I had been expecting, the other night.

However, the top had worked its magic, and I had been blessed with a comfortably small bust; the B-cup is manageable, even if the original damage had already been done. Thus, I am still in pain.

I am still wearing each of the garments, making up the ensemble I had slipped into the other night; anything else would simply have been unthinkable.

After a moment, of consideration; I am folding up the corner of the quilt, before I am sliding my feet off of the bed. Sitting up, comfortably; I slide off of the bed, soon finding myself standing on the floor before the bed.

The door to my bed room is sliding up, and a white girl wearing a light blue Nurse uniform is stepping into the room. I can clearly see her pink hair, and blue eyes; though she is otherwise conforming to the dress code.

She is winking at me, as the door is sliding shut behind her.

“Nice to see that you had a good night’s sleep; but you need to lie down, so I can offer you a competent massage!” she points out, matter-of-fact, but still with a generous smile on her face.

“I could do that..” I agree.

“While your bust is no longer weighing heavily on you; but I need to help you out, so your back can recover as fast as possible!” she explains.

While I could not for my life recall asking for this Nurse, but I could use the offered massage.

“Okay..” I respond, ogling the girl who had just entered the room.

I had folded up the corner of the quilt, once more; before I lie down, resting comfortably.

“Now, since it is your back suffering; I need you to lay on your belly, without the pillow getting in the way!” she is explaining, still smiling at me.

I turn around, pushing the pillow out of the way; soon finding me comfortably lying on my belly, as she had instructed me.

While I had failed to notice the vacuum-bed options; which had been enabled, with the Nurse by my side.

“Since your arms are along your body, just slide them out enough for me to reach everything..” she instructs me, and I am complying.

“There.. perfect!” she confirms, as she is accessing the control, engaging the suction, actively making the bed into the vacuum-bed she requires.

A moment later, I am secured in the pose required.

“There.. just relax..” she coos; “and I will tend to your back, momentarily!” she explains.

As the vacuum is established, I am still; relaxing, as I am held in the ideal position. She is standing beside and behind me; placing the palms of her hand on the small of my back. I feel the warmth, releasing a sigh.

“There..” she announces; “Now I can get to the root of your current problem!” she informs me.

“Oh..” I respond.

“Since I can see, that you are relaxed now; I just need to apply a hint of gel, to the massage I am to apply to your poorly abused back..” she points out; “while I can see the cause of your issue, I just can’t fathom why it has been permitted to linger for this long!” she sighs.

She is producing the prescribed gel; uncapping the tube, before she is applying the first portion into her left hand. Once she had capped the tube, momentarily putting the tube away; she is rubbing her hands for a moment, before she is placing her hands on the small of my back.

“Ooo-o-o-o-ooh!” I sigh, as I feel the gentle touch of the palms of her hands placed on my back.

I distinctly feel her hands sliding up my back, before she is pulling her hands all the way up to my neck; only to repeat the process, sliding the palms of her hands up and down my back. At first, her hands slide along my spine; the tip of her thumbs, sliding along the side of my spine: once, twice and thrice.

With a gentle pressure applied; she is spreading the gel out, coating the skin of my back in an even layer of the gel. (She had “Forgotten” to note that I still wear what they refer to as the pajamas here.) For now, I am ignoring this oversight. (The panties and top effectively covers my body, as if it had been a One-piece Swim-suit; no bare skin, at all.)

Once she had caressed my back, with her gel coated hands thrice; she is repeating the process, until she deems my back sufficiently saturated with this clear gel. (Lubricating as it may be.)

She takes a moment, permitting my back to rest; while she is disposing of the now empty tube of gel, before she is returning her focus towards me.

Only this time, she is placing her hands at the upper edge of my neck; applying small, diminutive circles downwards along the entire length of my spine. Only stopping, as she had reached the lower end of my spine, only to move back up, upwards. Repeating this process thrice. From there, she once more doubles back, only to move her hands Pi inches to the right and left, respectively.

Like this, she continues; up and down my back, only to move the same Pi inches out each time she is doubling back on her way down my back.

“There, this should do you (and your back) a world of good..” she suggests; “now you just need to rest, for a quarter of an hour!” she explains.

“Oh, okay..” I respond.

“I’ll be back, with a bottle of Sparkle Cola for you to drink, just in time for you to step out of your bed..” she offers; “then you will know, when it is safe to leave your bed!” she concludes.

With that, she is stepping out of the room; leaving me to my own devices, so that I can rest and relax undisturbed.

Just as promised; fifteen minutes later, she is back with the promised Sparkle cola in her right hand.

“Thank you..” I respond; “the bottle should be just what I need, as my throat is starting to feel a bit dry!” I conclude.

“I figured..” she responds; “you haven’t had any fluid since last night; you are supposed, to be a bit parched by now..” she suggests.

I am accepting the bottle, uncapping it; before I take my first sip, enjoying the refreshing beverage.

“Thank you..” I exclaim, before I am taking a second and third sip; “and thank you, again!” I conclude; before I continue to drink, still enjoying the fizzy beverage and had offered me.

Technically; I guess I had paid for the drink; but she had offered it to me, carrying it to me as I needed it the most.

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I had slipped my feet out from on top of the bed, once I had rolled over on my back; before I am pushing myself forwards, only to find myself standing on my own two feet.

“Thud, thud!” I heard, as my soft feet hit the floor.

From there, I am stepping over to the wardrobe; pulling the door up, in order to examine what I have to wear for the day. Not as if I am about to leave the hotel, today; even if I could go out, to see the town any time I so please. (This isn’t a Prison, or a facility like that.)

I pull my top up, over my head; dumping it onto the pile of unfresh clothes, I am not to wear. Next, I am slipping the stockings off of me; right and left, only to leave them to their fate. Well; it isn’t, as if I am putting them on again. (Ever!) I am slipping my panties of, then my gloves right and left; unceremoniously leaving them on the top of the pile. There, I’m done with these.

I select a pair of black panties, stepping into them; only to afford them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. From there, I am selecting the matching top; slipping it down over my head; affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“Of course, I still do need a pair of socks (or stockings); so I extract a pair of silicone-white full-length toe-stockings. I am lifting up my right foot, slip my right foot into the first stocking; only to pull the stocking up my leg: affording it a few tentative tugs: once twice and thrice. Once I had slipped the stocking on, I can place the foot down onto the floor; only to repeat the process, with the left stocking, in order to complete the set.

From there; I am extracting a knee-long ultra-tight deep, dark purple skirt, pulling it all the way up. With a few tentative tugs: once twice and thrice; I am comfortable with the skirt.

I find a tight fitting, long-sleeved blouse top; slipping it on comfortably; only to button the garment all the way up. (I had enjoyed the fluid elasticity, just as I am enjoying the strict tightness of the garments I am wearing.)

Since I had put the ensemble on, I am fully dressed to face the day; with that, I am closing the door to the wardrobe and turn my back on the wardrobe, before I am walking over to the door. (The Nurse had opened the door for me, so I simply follow her out of my bed room.)

She is leading me through the living room, (I am still ignoring this room); only to open the door, to my cloaking room.

“Which of these would you prefer?” she inquires; “Equine, Cervine or Bovine Crescent Moon boots!” she concludes, naming the options I have available to me.

“I’ll go with the Equine option, this time..” I respond, accepting the proffered Crescent Moon boots, slipping them on, even if with some intrepidation and difficulty. (As exciting, as the Cervine model is appearing; I choose to go with the more moderate Equine model this time.)

“There, now you are ready for your breakfast..” she confirms, as she is turning towards the door out of my suite; opening the door, for the two of us.

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Pass: "Faux Pas" Confirmed..

On the Top of the World

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