Pantsing and Stripping Forums

This story gets progressively meaner as it goes along. Contains severe F/f humiliation, defeminization, eventually diapers, lots of small breast humiliation and all kinds of mean things.

Chapter 1


Emily Harper had always believed hard work and ambition would protect her.
At twenty-four, she was already one of the youngest associates at Crestwell Marketing. She had earned her position the hard way — by being smarter and more driven than people twice her age. Her latest campaign for a local restaurant had gone viral, and her boss had personally told her she was on the fast track to becoming the youngest account manager in the firm’s history.

The only thing Emily couldn’t fix was her body.

She had been flat-chested since high school, and the bullying had left deep scars. Every morning she carefully strapped on one of her heavily padded push-up bras, the kind that added two full cup sizes and gave her the silhouette she needed to feel like an adult. Only her boyfriend Ethan had ever seen her without the padding. To everyone else at work, Emily was the polished, confident brunette with a respectable chest.
She told herself the padding was just a tool. Like her sharp suits and late nights. Something that helped her compete.

Then Brooke Sinclair arrived.

Brooke was twenty-two, an intern from the local university, and she was everything Emily wasn’t. Long blonde hair, full lips, and a pair of large, heavy breasts that strained against every top she wore. She didn’t need padding. She didn’t need to try. She simply walked into a room and people noticed.

Emily’s boss assigned Brooke to work under her on a major new campaign for their old university. Emily had been excited at first — until she realized who Brooke was.

Brooke had been her little sister’s freshman roommate. The same girl who had made her sister’s first year of college miserable. The same girl who had mocked her sister for being flat-chested, just like Emily.
Emily decided she would make Brooke’s internship hell.
She started by dumping every tedious, demeaning task on her. Research, coffee runs, organizing files that didn’t need organizing. She spoke to Brooke with icy politeness in front of others and cold contempt when they were alone.
Brooke never complained.
Instead, she worked harder than anyone Emily had ever seen. She finished every task quickly and perfectly, then asked for more. She charmed the entire office within days. Even the people who had worked there for years started going to Brooke for help instead of Emily.
Worse, Brooke was good. Shockingly good. Within two weeks she was contributing real ideas to the university campaign — ideas that were better than Emily’s.
Emily started to panic.

She tried to reassert control by keeping Brooke out of important meetings, but Brooke simply went around her. She tried to criticize Brooke’s work in front of their boss, but every time Brooke had already fixed the problems before Emily could point them out.
By the end of Brooke’s third week, Emily realized she was losing.
And Brooke knew it.

One Thursday afternoon, Brooke walked into Emily’s office without knocking and closed the door behind her. She was wearing a tight white blouse that made her breasts look even bigger than usual.
“You’ve been trying really hard to make me look bad,” Brooke said calmly, leaning against the desk. “It’s kind of cute.”
Emily’s face flushed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Brooke smiled. It wasn’t friendly.

“You’re scared of me. I get it. But you should stop fighting. You’re not going to win.” She tilted her head. “And if you keep trying, I’m going to stop being nice.”
Emily stood up, trying to look authoritative. “You’re an intern. I’m your superior. You don’t get to talk to me like that.”
Brooke’s smile widened.
“Not for much longer.”
She turned and walked out, leaving Emily standing there with her heart pounding.
That night, Emily stayed late to work on the university campaign. She was behind, and she knew it. When Brooke offered to stay and help, Emily almost said no — but she was desperate.

They worked in Emily’s apartment. Ethan was home but went to bed early, leaving the two women alone in the living room with wine. Brooke kept pouring. Emily kept drinking. By 3 a.m. the ideas were flowing again, but Emily was exhausted and drunk.
She remembered Brooke suggesting one last glass.
She didn’t remember falling asleep on the couch......

I really love the set-up! It contains all of the things that pique my interest and based on your past stories and your talent as an author, this will be a humdinger as all of your stories have been. Emily and Brooke are a great combination. There is nothing like a competitive working relationship to make things interesting. The potential here is amazing.

Seriously looking forward to reading the next installment!

Hooked6

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Chapter 2

Emily woke up to sunlight and a pounding headache.
It was already past noon.
She sat up too fast and immediately regretted it. Her head throbbed. She was still in yesterday’s clothes, but something felt wrong.
Her chest felt… light.

Emily looked down and froze.
Her padded bra was gone.
She yanked her shirt up in panic. Her small, bare breasts were completely exposed. Someone had taken her bra off while she slept and put her shirt back on.
Heart racing, she stumbled into her bedroom and opened her underwear drawer.
It was almost empty.

Every single one of her padded bras was missing. Only two sports bras and one old, thin unpadded bra remained.
Emily’s stomach dropped.
She tried calling Brooke. No answer.
She tried texting. Nothing.

With no other options and already hours late for work, Emily put on the thin unpadded bra, threw on a loose sweater to hide how flat she looked, and rushed to the office.
She arrived just after 1:30 p.m.
Her boss was waiting by her desk.

“Emily,” he said, frowning. “Brooke presented the entire university campaign this morning. She said you weren’t feeling well and asked her to handle it.”
Emily’s mouth went dry. “She… what?”

“She killed it. The clients loved her. They want to move forward with her concept immediately.” He paused, glancing at her chest with a slightly confused expression. “You look… different today.”
Emily crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m fine. I just need to talk to Brooke”

“She’s in the conference room with the clients right now. They’re finalizing details.” He gave her a pointed look. “You should have been here. This was your project.”
Emily felt like she was going to be sick.
She waited until the meeting ended, then cornered Brooke in the hallway.

“What the fuck did you do?” she hissed.
Brooke looked at her with fake concern. “You were passed out. I didn’t want the project to fall apart because you couldn’t handle your alcohol.”

“You stole my work.”

“I improved it,” Brooke said simply. “And I presented it. That’s what matters.”
Emily’s hands were shaking. “I’m telling our boss what you did.”
Brooke stepped closer. Her voice dropped to a whisper.

“Go ahead. But while you’re doing that, you might want to explain why you really came to work late today.” Her eyes flicked down to Emily’s chest. “Or why your tits are suddenly so much smaller than they were yesterday.”
Emily’s blood ran cold.
Brooke smiled sweetly.

“I took pictures last night while you were sleeping. Just in case you decided to be difficult.” She leaned in. “So unless you want everyone in this office to see exactly how flat you really are, you’re going to be a good girl and do exactly what I say from now on.”
Emily stood there, frozen.
Brooke reached out and casually adjusted the collar of Emily’s sweater, making sure it didn’t hide how little there was underneath.

“By the way,” she added, “the clients want us both in the photo shoot for the campaign. They think it’ll be powerful to show a ‘before and after’ — the naïve little freshman and the confident senior.” Brooke’s smile turned cruel. “Guess which one you are.”
She patted Emily’s cheek.

“Welcome to your new role, Emily. You’re going to look very cute as the dorky little girl.”
With that, Brooke walked away, leaving Emily standing alone in the hallway with her arms wrapped around her chest, trying not to cry.

Another chapter so soon! I love where this is heading!

Thanks for this.

Hooked6

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Chapter 3


After work, Brooke didn’t ask if Emily wanted to go shopping. She simply told her they were leaving.
“The clients want us to have proper outfits for the photo shoot tomorrow,” Brooke said as they walked to the parking garage. “We’re going to the mall. Now.”

Emily tried to push back. She was still furious about what had happened earlier and hated how Brooke was speaking to her like she was in charge.
“I have plans tonight,” Emily said, trying to sound firm. “We can go tomorrow.”

Brooke stopped walking and turned to face her. She stepped in close, using her height advantage to look down at Emily.
“No,” she said simply. “You don’t have plans. You’re coming with me. And if you argue again, I’ll make sure everyone in the office sees those pictures I took of you last night.”

Emily’s face burned. She hated how quickly Brooke could shut her down.
They drove separately to the mall. The entire time, Emily’s mind raced. She was still wearing the thin, unpadded bra from that morning. Her small breasts felt exposed and vulnerable under her sweater. She kept her arms crossed over her chest whenever possible.

Brooke led her straight to a high-end lingerie store.
Emily’s stomach dropped the moment she realized where they were going.
Inside, Brooke found a sales associate and explained what they needed.

“We’re doing a photo shoot tomorrow,” Brooke said sweetly. “We need new underwear to go with our outfits. Could you measure both of us?”
The sales girl — a pretty brunette around their age — led them to a large private fitting room in the back. She closed the door and turned to them.

“Alright, if you could both take off your tops and bras, I’ll get accurate measurements.”

Emily froze.

Brooke didn’t hesitate. She pulled her blouse over her head and unclasped her bra, letting her large, heavy breasts spill free. They were full and round, with soft pink nipples. Even without a bra they sat high and proud on her chest.

Emily’s mouth went dry at the sight.
The sales girl smiled. “Wow, you’re a 34DD. Very nice.”
Brooke smirked and looked at Emily. “Your turn.”

Emily’s hands trembled as she slowly pulled her sweater off. She hesitated at her bra.
Brooke’s voice turned sharp. “Now, Emily.”

With no other choice, Emily unhooked her thin bra and let it fall.
The sales girl’s eyes widened slightly before she caught herself.

Emily stood there completely topless, her small breasts on full display under the bright fitting room lights.
They were modest — a small 32A. Perky, but with almost no volume. Her areolas were small and dark brown, and her nipples had tightened into stiff little peaks from the cool air and sheer humiliation.

There was barely any curve to them. When she stood straight, they looked almost boyish. Even when she tried to push her chest out, there was almost nothing there.

Brooke let out a soft, mocking laugh.

“Oh my god,” she said. “They’re even smaller than I thought. Look at them. They’re like little girl tits.”
Emily’s face went scarlet. She instinctively tried to cover herself with her arms.

Brooke stepped forward and roughly pulled Emily’s arms down.

“No hiding,” she said coldly. “You wanted to act like you were better than me? This is what you really are. Flat. Pathetic. No wonder you stuff your bra every day.”

The sales girl tried to stay professional, but she was clearly fighting back a smile as she took Emily’s measurements.
“32A,” she confirmed.

Brooke grinned. “See? Even she knows.”

Emily’s eyes stung with tears of humiliation. She tried one last time to regain some control.

“This is ridiculous,” she snapped, trying to sound authoritative. “We’re not buying anything here. Let’s just go to a normal store.”
Brooke’s expression darkened.

She grabbed Emily by the chin and forced her to look up at her.
“Listen to me very carefully,” Brooke said, her voice low and dangerous. “You are not in charge anymore. You don’t get to make decisions. You don’t get to argue. And you definitely don’t get to act like you’re still some big-shot associate when we both know you’re just a flat-chested little girl who pads her bra to feel important.”

Emily tried to pull her face away, but Brooke held her firmly.

“You’re going to stand here, keep your arms at your sides, and let the nice sales girl bring you whatever she thinks will fit that sad little chest. And if you complain one more time, I’m going to take pictures of you right now — topless, in this fitting room — and send them to everyone in the office.

Do you understand me?”

Emily’s lip trembled. She hated how easily Brooke was dominating her.
“…Yes,” she whispered.

Brooke’s smile returned, cold and satisfied.
“Good girl.”

The sales girl came back a few minutes later carrying several items.
For Brooke, she brought several sexy lace bras and matching panties.

For Emily, she brought training bras and several pairs of panties with childish cartoon prints on them — little stars, hearts, and animals.
Emily’s eyes widened in horror.

“What the hell is this?” she demanded.
Brooke answered before the sales girl could.

“These are for you,” she said. “Since you clearly don’t need real bras.”
Emily tried to protest again, but Brooke cut her off with a sharp look.

“Try them on. All of them.”

Humiliated beyond words, Emily was forced to try on each training bra and pair of cartoon panties in front of Brooke and the sales girl. The training bras were thin and flimsy, offering almost no support. Her small breasts sat inside them looking even more childish. The panties were even worse — soft cotton with childish designs that made her look like she belonged in elementary school.
Brooke watched the entire time with open amusement.
When Emily had tried on the last set, Brooke made her stand in front of the mirror.

“Look at yourself,” she ordered.

Emily stared at her reflection. The training bra was light pink with little white bows. Her small breasts were barely noticeable beneath the thin fabric. The matching panties had little cartoon kittens on them.

She looked like a little girl.
Brooke stepped behind her and placed her hands on Emily’s shoulders, forcing her to keep looking.

“This is what you really are,” Brooke whispered in her ear. “Not some powerful woman. Not someone who gets to boss people around. Just a flat little girl who needs to be put in her place.”

Emily’s eyes filled with tears.

Brooke turned to the sales girl. “We’ll take all of them. And throw out the bra and panties she came in. She won’t be needing those anymore.”
Emily’s head snapped up. “What? No— Brooke, you can’t—”
Brooke grabbed Emily’s arm hard enough to make her wince.

“I can. And I am.” Her voice was ice cold. “From now on, this is what you wear. Every single day. If I find out you’re wearing anything else, I will bend you over your desk at work and spank your bare ass in front of the entire office. Do you understand me?”
Emily stood there shaking, tears running down her face.
Brooke leaned in closer.

“Answer me.”
“…Yes,” Emily whispered brokenly.
Brooke smiled.
“Good. Now get dressed. We’re not done yet.”