All Shapes / All Sizes

All characters in this story are over the age of 18

Jan probably should have deleted the e-mail, but the allure of a few free bras was just too much of temptation. There must be catch. There must be. There's no such thing as a free lunch. However, with Jan's generous endowment, comfortable and reasonably priced bras were not easy to come by. She was also terribly curious about the unusually detailed email.

The email read as follows:

Subject: We would like to give you 5 free G-cup bras, tailored to your exact measurements. We promise you will not find a more comfortable bra in your collection.

Dear Ms. Thomas,

I hope this email finds you well.

I also hope you will not find this overly intrusive, but our marketing research team has determined that you are frequently shopping for G-cup bras and other clothing items one might expect of a woman with a bust that substantial.

As I'm sure you have discovered, lingerie and most clothing is not tailored to a woman of your proportions.

Our clothing company, All Shapes/All Sizes has made it our mission to provide high quality, comfortable and fashionable clothing for woman of all body shapes.

We would like to extend a personal invitation to visit at flagship store at the address below. Please contact us at your earliest convenience to make appointment.

And yes, you read correctly, we will be gifting you 5 free bras after meeting with our professional bra fitter. There is no obligation to purchase anything and we will happily remove you from our mailing list if you no longer wish to be contacted by us.

Jan wondered for a moment who was tracking her purchases, but then realized, it was probably everyone. Everything in the email was true. Buying clothes for her size was a nightmare. True, she was quite busty, but the rest of her was very fit. Everything she bought either draped over her like a mu-mu or was obscenely revealing, which she did not mind so much, except for the fact it was highly distracting as a high school teacher.

When she called to make the appointment, they seemed so delighted that she was going to stop in. They were even more delighted when Jan said she had time that very evening to come by. She was rather surprised they stayed open so late.

Jan arrived at All Shapes/All Sizes (or ASAS as the reps were calling it) around 8. Most of the other stores in the mall were starting to close down.

At first glance, the store front looked like any other upscale clothing boutique...with one major difference. The mannequins in the window certainly represented a wide range of female forms. From tiny waifs, to towering amazons and everything in between. Jan stopped to look at a mannequin that seemed to match her shape fairly well. It was odd seeing a mannequin with such a prominent bust. As Jan peered in, her reflection laid over the blank face of the mannequin almost exactly.

Inside ASAS, it was nothing like a clothing boutique. It was more like an upscale spa lobby. There wasn't a reception desk...there was a bar.

There were no racks of clothes inside. Just comfortable lounge seating which seemed to be filled with women of every proportion, just like the mannequins. Everyone had a drink in their hand and the conversation seemed lively.

Before Jan had a chance to find a representative, a short Indian woman, approached her and greeted her warmly.

"You must be Jan," she said definitively, and she held out her hand. "I'm Zara. I'm so glad you could come."

Jan tilted her head down. Zara was probably almost a foot shorter than her. And like Jan, she had a rather prominent bust on a pretty small body. Her clothes however, looked immaculately tailored. She wondered if the button-down oxford she was wearing was hand sewn to fit her unusual measurements. She was quite beautiful as well. Friendly smile. Jan shook her hand.

"Should I be worried that you knew who I was?" Jan asked, half-joking.

Zara laughed though. "Well let's see, not too many other five-foot-ten, G-cup women on my schedule tonight, so it was a fairly educated guess." Zara walked Jan towards the bar.

"So what's your poison?"

"I see," said Jan, again, half-joking, "you get the ladies all liquored up so they'll buy more clothes. I've been to wedding dress fitting before...I know how this works....however I will have a Vodka tonic if you're offering."

The bartender, a slip of a girl, acknowledged the order and began fixing the drink.

"I'll have the same," said Zara. Zara looked around the room, as if confused.

"How could we be liquoring you up to buy more clothes?" she said. "What clothes? I don't see any clothes here."

Jan looked around as well. She was right. There weren't any clothes. Just a dozen ladies enjoying drinks, probably with other representatives as well.

"Wow," said Jan. "You guys are going to go out of business soon if you've got nothing to sell. But I will keep stopping by for drinks."

The bartender slid the girls their drinks. Out of habit, Jan went for her purse to tip. Zara stopped her. She picked up her glass and raised it to a toast.

"A toast, Jan," she said. "Let us drink to clothes that fit us well. To bras that support us and to the company that makes that possible. To All Shapes! And All Sizes!"

They clinked glasses and sipped. The V&T was delicious. Top shelf. And that subtle taste of lime. Jan thought, This just might become my new watering hole.

"So if you don't sell clothes, what's the racket here?" Jan asked. "Wait, you're not going to kidnap me and sell me to someone who has a taste for women like me are you? " This time Jan was mostly joking.

Zara laughed so hard she spit out some of her drink. "Who TOLD you!?" she exclaimed. "First off...we DO sell clothes...just not here. If you buy from us...and I assure you there is no obligation to do so...the clothes will be shipped directly to your home."

"How will I know if they'll fit?"

Zara grinned. It looked almost evil.

"Why don't we have a seat and I'll explain our evil plan." She indicated to a couple of over-stuffed chairs that had just been vacated. She took Jan by the arm and led her over. Normally, Jan was not be so comfortable with such an intimate gesture, but this woman was quite lovely, very charming, and if truth be told, Jan sort of fetishized Indian women. Jan was married; quite happily. Had several daughters. But for some reason she'd never quite been able to fully explain, she was insanely attracted to Indian women. She loved the color of their skin, they way they dressed and she always imagined them as her lovers. Something about the contrast of her pale skin against their darkness. She also imagined them bossing her around. Being in control. In her fantasy, she imagined these women ordering her to perform various sex acts on them. If Jan was being honest with herself, she imagined Zara as one of these women now.

They sat in unbelievably comfortable recliners. Jan just wanted to melt into the cushions. She took another sip.

"So Jan," Zara began. "I don't want to shock you...but there is a torrent of information about you on the internet."

"I'm not shocked." Jan said. "I really should update my privacy settings."

"Yes, but if you had, we wouldn't be meeting today, having drinks together," countered Zara. "So I'm sure you figured out that we knew your bra size and your other clothing purchases from your on-line shopping habits."

"Yes....I figured as much."

"Okay," Zara said, a bit more tentatively, "Now promise me you won't run screaming...."

Zara leaned forward and picked up a tablet that was on the coffee table between them. She typed in a few things and handed the tablet to Jan, who was appropriately shocked.

On the tablet were photos of Jan. She began to swipe through them. She recognized most of them coming from facebook feeds and other social media posts. Jan at school. Jan out for the evening. Jan at the pool. Jan at the beach. In formal wear. In casual wear. In a swimsuit.

"This is what we call, 'Highly targeted marketing'" Zara said. Not only do we have a good idea of your build, we also know what you like...what we don't know however...."

Zara took another drink. A pause for dramatic effect.

"...are your exact measurements. And I mean, down to the millimeter. What ASAS does is create clothes that are tailored for you, and only you. That's what we do here. And that's why we target women with...unusual body proportions. We know how difficult it can be to find good clothes. I mean, think about the fashion industry. Their M.O. Is to design clothes for 0 size models and then size up for all the other sizes without any consideration for varying body types. It's a wonder anything fits on normal people at all. I mean look at me."

Jan was still scrolling through the photos. She looked up at Zara.

"I'm no height and all tits. I think ASAS is a godsend."

"And how exactly do get such precise measurements?" Jan inquired. Admittedly she was quite curious.

Zara pointed at the many doors in the back of store. "We have fitting rooms...but not the ones your familiar with. Inside these rooms we have cameras that take detailed scans of your body. It takes only a few minutes. And when you're done, we can tailor clothes that will fit you perfectly. We even send you an online catalog...featuring you as the model, wearing these clothes. If you've got a VR set up, we can show you what the look like in 3D even. Would you like to take a look?"

Jan was definitely curious now. She got up, but almost stumbled back into her chair. That drink had quite a kick.

Zara took her back to one of the fitting room. Behind the door was a completely empty room, save for a floor length video screen in the front. There were two 'footprints' on the floor facing the screen, presumable where one stood. There was a small chair off to one side.

"Would you like to give it a try, or would you like me to give you a demonstration?" Zara asked.

"Go ahead and show me what happens," Jan said, half curious, but mostly interested in seeing if the scan involved removing some clothing. How naughty of me Jan thought. Wanting to see this woman strip down to her underwear..

Zara smiled. "All right. Have a seat there, it won't block any of the cameras."

And with that, Zara began to get undressed. Jan was in heaven. She'd never had a real encounter with an Indian woman...it had always been just a fantasy fueled by plenty of specialized pornography. Lewd thoughts formed within her.

She loved seeing Zara in her underwear. A beautiful lacey white bra and matching thong. It really fit her breasts well and thong showed off her ass to great effect. She loved the contrasting dark and light.

Jan was rather shocked though, when Zara removed her bra and panties. She was not expecting that at all.

"Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed. "I didn't realize you have to get naked! I'm sorry to put you through this trouble!"

Zara turned to her, completely unashamed of her nakedness.

"Oh I'm sorry," she said. "I should have said something before, you know, getting butt naked in front of you."

Jan did everything in her power not to look at Zara's body...but she felt her eyes being drawn to her beautiful breasts...and her stunning pussy. Dark pubic hair...even darker than her skin. It was all she could do to keep from staring.

"You don't have to get naked at all," Zara said, "But it does give a much more accurate reading. Certainly you should remove your bra, after all, that's the measurement we really want to fit you properly."

A voice came over a speaker hidden somewhere in the video wall. The voice was re-assuringly feminine.

"Please stand on the marker indicated and hold still please." the voice said.

Zara stood on the foot prints.

"Please remain still. Please focus your eyes on the image in front of you. Scanning to begin in 3...2....1"

The lights dimmed for a moment, and then beams of light filled the room, criss-crossing Zara's body. Jan was reminded of that film 'Looker' where they scanned actresses to make digital representations of them. Zara looked positively magical. Slowly the lights rotated around her body, highlighting each gentle curve. Jan looked up at the screen. There were two pin-pricks of red light that Zara seemed to be intensely focused on. The light beams stopped after a moment.

"Please lift your arms and hold them out to the side. Focus your eyes on the image in front of you. Scanning to begin in 3...2...1" said the voice.

Zara lifted her arms to make a 'T'. Once again the light beams filled the room and rotated over Zara's body.

The voice asked Zara to assume one last position. It asked her to bend forward as much as she could and attempt to touch her toes. Jan really admired her ass as she bent forward to complete this pose.

After the last scan the lights came back up. Zara made no attempt to redress herself. She walked over to a small concealed cubby and removed a magazine. She carried it over to Jan.

"After a few days you'll get a physical magazine like this...or a digital one if you prefer." Zara said. Jan took the magazine. Was it her imagination or did Zara's finger linger a bit on hers when she passed it to her? She was very aware of Zara's nudity next to her. Her mind was flooded now with all sorts of dirty thoughts of what she wanted to do to her. That drink really had loosened her up.

Jan flipped through the magazine. It was a catalog of clothes...but each model was Zara herself in various poses. The clothing ranged from the elegant, to the casual, and to a very explicit lingerie section. Aside from the usual bra and panty sets there were some very tawdry selections in there.

"You can request catalogs of any clothing type you like," Zara said. "Including yes...trashy lingerie."

Jan was fascinated. And very horny. And a little drunk she thought.

"So," Zara said, "Want to give it a try? I you're worried about privacy, I assure you that this is the most secure part of our business. Trust me, we would be sued into oblivion if these images leaked. The digital catalog you get is encrypted end to end. People here can't even see the models."

Jan wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or her lust, but she decided to give it a go.

"You know what, Zara?" she said, as she began taking off her shoes. "Why the hell not? I mean, worst case, I become a hot new internet porn star, right? At least I'll get some free bras out of it!"

"Wonderful," said Zara, and she knelt before Jan to help her take off her shoes and socks. Jan felt the top of her foot make contact with Zara's breast. Definitely not an accident.

Zara helped Jan stand as she was still feeling a bit woozy and helped her out of the rest of her clothes. Jan felt like a rich lady of yore, having a lady maid to assist with matters like this. Zara helped Jan down to her bra and panties. For a moment Jan stood there. Contemplating. What the hell. Why not. And she removed her bra and panties quickly.

For a moment she just stood there. Looking at Zara who was looking back at her.

"I'm sorry...I should have asked," Zara said. "Did you want me to leave? Did you want some privacy?"

"No." Jan said, looking straight at her. "I want you to stay. You can watch."

Proudly Jan stood on the footprints and waited. Zara sat down on the side.

"Oh one other thing," Zara said. "The process takes a bit longer for newcomers...but don't worry, it's going to run you through some relaxation routines so it's more comfortable for you, Jan. Just listen to the voice and follow her instructions. You'll be ready in no time at all."

The lights dimmed. Before Jan a face appeared on the video screen. It was a woman's face, but clearly it was digital, as it was encased in molded white plastic. It sort of reminded Jan of the robot in Ex Machina.

"Hello," it said in a friendly voice. "I am the Integrated Retinal Imagining System, but please call me Iris for short. Who am I speaking with, please?"

Jan thought it was kind of funny to have a conversation with a robot, but she was happy to play along.

"My name's Jan. It's nice to meet you Iris."

"Hello Jan," Iris said. "It's nice to meet you too. It's always nice to meet a human who treats me as more than just a machine."

"Good manners cost nothing." Jan said, curious as to how the A.I. Would react.

"and yet to another person they are priceless." responded Iris. Jan was quite impressed.

"Thank you for allowing me to scan you today. By making an accurate scan of your body we will be able to produce clothing for you that is tailored to your every curve, your every contour, Jan" Iris said. "The scanning process however, can be a little time-consuming however, so I would like to instruct you in some relaxation processes to make you more comfortable. Would that be all right Jan?"

"Yes, that will be fine Iris." Jan said.

"Wonderful," said Iris. "First we are going to relax your body so that you can maintain a still pose for a few minutes. I'd like you breathe in deeply Jan...hold that breath for a moment...and then let just come out of you naturally and you'll feel more and more relaxed."

Jan breathed in...held it...and the breathed out.

"Deeply relaxed Jan," said Iris as Jan breathed out. "That's very good. Let's do that again and this time, I want you to focus all your attention on the screen in front of you. I'm going to bring up a nice and relaxing image that's going to draw all your attention to it...and as you stare at it you'll feel your body grow more and more relaxed....ready? And breathe in for me Jan."

Jan repeated the process. As she did, Iris's face faded out and was replaced with a large spiral that began to lazily turn. Jan looked deep into the center and let herself be drawn into it. And she felt herself relax even deeper. This is wonderful. Drinks and this...I could do this every week.

This spiral faded and Iris' face appeared once more. "You're doing so well, Jan. You're so relaxed. I think you're ready for your first scan. I want you hold still for me. Hold perfectly still. You're so relaxed and you feel so wonderful...it'll be so easy for you remain perfectly still for a just a few minutes now. Just keep your eyes on me and relax....we're going to start scanning in 3...2....1...."

The beams of light that had surrounded Zara were now upon Jan. She wondered how she looked to Zara. She wondered if Zara was enjoying looking at her body as much as she enjoyed looking at hers. She wondered if Zara was aroused. She wondered why Zara hadn't put her clothes on after her scan. Was it to make her feel more comfortable? Or did she have another purpose?

As Jan thought these thoughts she was vaguely aware Iris was speaking to her in low tones.

"Deeply relaxed, Jan..remaining perfectly still..deeply relaxed." Jan stared ahead at Iris' pretty eyes. They sparkled. They smiled at her. It was hard to look away. They appeared to be matching her blinks in perfect synch.

"Well done, Jan!" Iris said excitedly. Inwardly Jan felt a little proud at having done so well. A little praise can go a long way. It was something she firmly believed as a teacher.

"Now we are going to try another pose" Iris said. "I want you to lift your arms up, like you're making a T." Jan did as she was told.

"That's very good Jan." Iris continued. "You're going to need to hold this pose again for a few minutes, so to help you with that, I want you to imagine that your arms are steel beams...imagine them becoming rigid and stiff...so stiff that you can't possibly bend or lower them..feel them growing stiffer and more rigid...that's right...doing so well."

Jan wasn't completely sure, but she had a feeling she wouldn't be able to bend her arms if she tried. Her question was answered immediately.

"Now when I tell you, I'd like you to try and bend your arms. Just give it a try to see if you can possibly bend or move them and I think you'll find you're completely unable to move them at all. Go ahead and try now for me, Jan."