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Having failed the first time and nearly been recycled by the monstrous human invention calling itself the Recycling Beast, having thwarted it’s attempts to eat him, Bob now was more determined than ever. Never again, Bob vowed, and as soon as his mission succeeded he would rid the world of these horrible metal monsters.
Many bandages later Bob set into motion his second plan, even better than before! No, it was not better, it was genius! Yes, soon Bob would succeed. All he needed now was a ribbon.

…

The doorbell began to ring and ring and ring.

‘Okay! Okay!’ Nera hollered at the door as she strode her way across her apartment. ‘I swear, if this turns out to be the Cub Scouts again, I am going to eat someone!’

Ripping the door open Nera’s head snapped around half expecting to see a small pack of mammals trying to pass off overpriced cookies with a way to high caloric value. Instead only a box rested on the floor. A quick examination of the hall revealed that there was no one else nearby.

‘Hello?’

No one forthcoming, Nera nudged the box tentatively with her foot. Written in a crude scrawl, Nera had to reread the letters three times over to understand what the words were. Ugh, it was probably some kind of prank or something.

Hefting the box up, she read the label allowed.

‘Too the Big Fuzzy Chest Monster With Teeth an Claws.’ Nera pursed her lips. ‘Hmmmmm. Maybe you’re looking for Amenii.’

Still, it was worth investigating. Taking the box back inside, Nera set it on the dining room table and opened it.

‘Well that’s unexpected.’ Inside was the strangest of all novelty items, it was probably something Amenii would order from the looks of it. ‘You and your weird fetishes.’

She spoke the last part loud enough to reverberate through the house. Nera knew Amenii did not have any real fetishes, at least not that she ever had mentioned. Though she did have a few fantasies of her own. Hand rising to cup her chest she shook her head and smiled.

Looking into the box she stuck her tongue out and laughed.

‘Okay little bunny, I can play your game.’ From the box she pulled the spider like bra, it was the strangest design she had ever seen and lacked conventional straps of any kind. Holding up the legs, she moved them carefully, stiff, probably meant to grasp as support. The pink bows were a little ridiculous looking and over the top though.

Tilting her head back, Nera replaced the strange looking bra back in the box, and pulled her shirt up and over her head. With casual grace she let it fall the floor and arched her back. Bra in hand she wriggled it into the center of her chest, wrapping the bottom legs under her breasts for support and then upper set over her shoulders.

To her surprise it held on quite well, the spider like legs did offer a surprising amount of support. Heaving her chest in an experimental bounce, Nera grinned, this thing could really hold, in fact it almost seemed to have a mind of its own as the spider like legs adjusted to cup her.

…

Later stuffed into a drawer of the Nasty Vicious Killer’s Chest protectors Bob chided himself for not striking when he had the chance. Listening intently to purring growls from outside the drawer, he was at least satisfied that there were not recycling monsters waiting for him here.

Previously: WTF Nera!
Next: Nera's New Bra II: Thump! Thump! Thump!
C.S. Notes: It was a good plan... Sort of.

Description
Having failed the first time and nearly been recycled by the monstrous human invention calling itself the Recycling Beast, having thwarted it’s attempts to eat him, Bob now was more determined than ever. Never again, Bob vowed, and as soon as his mission succeeded he would rid the world of these horrible metal monsters.
Many bandages later Bob set into motion his second plan, even better than before! No, it was not better, it was genius! Yes, soon Bob would succeed. All he needed now was a ribbon.

…

The doorbell began to ring and ring and ring.

‘Okay! Okay!’ Nera hollered at the door as she strode her way across her apartment. ‘I swear, if this turns out to be the Cub Scouts again, I am going to eat someone!’

Ripping the door open Nera’s head snapped around half expecting to see a small pack of mammals trying to pass off overpriced cookies with a way to high caloric value. Instead only a box rested on the floor. A quick examination of the hall revealed that there was no one else nearby.

‘Hello?’

No one forthcoming, Nera nudged the box tentatively with her foot. Written in a crude scrawl, Nera had to reread the letters three times over to understand what the words were. Ugh, it was probably some kind of prank or something.

Hefting the box up, she read the label allowed.

‘Too the Big Fuzzy Chest Monster With Teeth an Claws.’ Nera pursed her lips. ‘Hmmmmm. Maybe you’re looking for Amenii.’

Still, it was worth investigating. Taking the box back inside, Nera set it on the dining room table and opened it.

‘Well that’s unexpected.’ Inside was the strangest of all novelty items, it was probably something Amenii would order from the looks of it. ‘You and your weird fetishes.’

She spoke the last part loud enough to reverberate through the house. Nera knew Amenii did not have any real fetishes, at least not that she ever had mentioned. Though she did have a few fantasies of her own. Hand rising to cup her chest she shook her head and smiled.

Looking into the box she stuck her tongue out and laughed.

‘Okay little bunny, I can play your game.’ From the box she pulled the spider like bra, it was the strangest design she had ever seen and lacked conventional straps of any kind. Holding up the legs, she moved them carefully, stiff, probably meant to grasp as support. The pink bows were a little ridiculous looking and over the top though.

Tilting her head back, Nera replaced the strange looking bra back in the box, and pulled her shirt up and over her head. With casual grace she let it fall the floor and arched her back. Bra in hand she wriggled it into the center of her chest, wrapping the bottom legs under her breasts for support and then upper set over her shoulders.

To her surprise it held on quite well, the spider like legs did offer a surprising amount of support. Heaving her chest in an experimental bounce, Nera grinned, this thing could really hold, in fact it almost seemed to have a mind of its own as the spider like legs adjusted to cup her.

…

Later stuffed into a drawer of the Nasty Vicious Killer’s Chest protectors Bob chided himself for not striking when he had the chance. Listening intently to purring growls from outside the drawer, he was at least satisfied that there were not recycling monsters waiting for him here.

Previously: WTF Nera!
Next: Nera's New Bra II: Thump! Thump! Thump!
C.S. Notes: It was a good plan... Sort of.