He demonstrated by pressing his fingers into the tight rubber covering the crotch of his subject, eliciting more wiggling from his model. Jason thought he might have heard a moan from inside the skin tight helmet, but it was impossible to be sure in the noise of the crowd.

"There is a pocket attached to the front of the shorts," the man went on, "and extending right down to the front accessory fixture. One need merely insert this curved piece of stainless steel, and voila! The crotch becomes rigid and inaccessible." While several people actually applauded, he stood back from his model, and began handing out color brochures and business cards, blithely ignoring the swaying hips and twitching legs of his model.

Jason turned away, and found Flora grinning at him, a brochure clasped tightly in her hand, and a glazed look in her eye. She leaned close enough to make herself heard over the din of the crowd, and said, "Guess what I want for Christmas?"

The next table that really grabbed their attention had another small crowd gathered around it. When they managed to migrate to the front, they saw why. A man was applying plaster bandages to a seated womans head and shoulders, answering questions from the audience while he worked. "NO, NO!" he said, "we don't form the metal while the person is IN there, we make a mold of their head, and form the metal into THAT. You need a negative mold anyway."

It soon became clear that this company was using a technique they called "explosive metal forming" to make precise, form-fitting helmets out of stainless steel, that when finished, would fit the owner like a second skin. The customer he was molding now had asked for a special version that included a mold of the neck and shoulders, so that when the two halves of the finished product were clamped on, it would totally immobilize the head. Flora and Jason stared for a moment, remembering the fantastic boots that Mr. Dodds had brought during his last visit. They hadn't fit Flora, but they had fit Jason perfectly.

Rounding the corner of the next aisle, they nearly ran into Mandy.

"Oh good," she exclaimed, grabbing Flora by the wrist, "come on, I've got something I want to try, er, show you." Jason followed reluctantly, having just spotted a booth where liquid latex was being painted onto a bald womans head. After weaving through half a dozen aisles, Mandy stopped them in front of an undecorated and rather unremarkable-looking booth. RimaWear Incorporated, declared the small sign on the back wall of the booth, and one gentleman, dressed in rather mundane coveralls, stood behind the counter. His entire stock in trade seemed to be either brassieres, or breast-bondage equipment, depending on how you looked at it. Dozens of unusual items lined the three walls of his booth.

"Ahh, Mandy!" he exclaimed as they approached, "perfect timing! This is the first break I've had all day. Is this the young lady in question?" He nodded in Flora's direction.

"Hello, Hatchet," replied Mandy, "Yep, she's the one." She grinned over at Flora. "What do you say love, are you up for some tit-play?"

Flora feigned distress for all of five seconds. "Here? Now? In front of God, Freud, and everyone? Weelll, okay!"

"Actually," said Hatchet', "there's a curtain here, we can close off the back of the shop."

"Yeah," interrupted Flora, "there's a curtain- we can close off the back of the shop."

"That WON'T be necessary, WILL it?" retorted Mandy, with a quick glare at her slave.

Flora didn't quite succeed in looking subdued. "No, ma'am," she answered. Jason just spotted the faintly amused grin she shot at him through lowered eyes.

Mandy turned back to Hatchet. "She doesn't know it yet, but she wants to try them out. all of them."

Flora shot an alarmed look at Mandy, but allowed her mistress to guide her into the booth along with Jason, after Hatchet raised the hinged counter top.

"Okay." Hatchet looked at Mandy. looked back at Flora. "Sure." He took Flora's chest measurement, grunted to himself, and grabbed the nearest of the unusual contraptions. "Well, she's big enough for one of these to work. 'ere then, this one should fit," he said.

"Lose the jacket," ordered Mandy. In a moment, Flora stood facing the rear of the shop, nude to the waist, her face rapidly flushing, and her breathing deepening.

"You're pierced, that's luck," observed Hatchet. He reached for one ring, glanced at Mandy. "May I?"

"Of course," she answered.

Hatchet examined the two loops with their twin pearls appreciatively, while Flora gazed steadily at Mandy, embarrassed, but loving it.

"Nice work. Might have to replace 'em with rings for one of my toys, though." He fitted the cups of the new bra-like gadget to Flora, while describing it's features.

"This 'ere is an inflatable bondage bra. Once we've got 'er in it, we just firm up the back and the straps a bit- completely adjustable, see? You want it plenty tight, for it to work. It's a good job she's got big ones, this is no good on the smaller girls. Oh, and if you want her to keep it on, you just drop a little padlock through one of the strap holes, this side of the buckle." The bra was certainly unusual enough. The cups were transparent latex, which had a slight amber color, but the rest was reinforced black rubber, with a thick, rounded portion surrounding each cup. A small tire valve protruded from the back of one strap, and a bulge was visible within the strap, indicating a tube of some kind. Flora's slowly erecting nipples and decorated rings were clearly visible through the transparent film of the cups.

"Now then, the next time you want her to look her best, just pump it up." Here he attached a small puffer bulb to the valve and gave it a dozen or so pumps. In short order, Flora's breasts underwent a bizarre transformation. The black portion framing the cups was evidently hollow. It slowly swelled and stiffened, raising her tits slightly, and squeezing them into the transparent cups. Flora's eyes widened, and her chest began to rise and fall somewhat more rapidly.

"So, and then the next time she's really bad," continued Hatchet, "you can really put the pressure on." He smiled at Mandy. "Go on, give it a try."

Eagerly, Mandy grabbed the bulb and squeezed repeatedly. The bra didn't get much larger on the outside, but Flora's breasts were obviously being constricted for they swelled forward considerably, stretching the thin latex of the cups. Flora was breathing rather hard now, and the flush had spread down her neck to her chest. She remained silent, staring fixedly at Mandy, who stared back intently, the corners of her mouth only hinting at a smile.

Mandy kept pumping slowly.

Flora's breasts now bulged absurdly out through the inflated rings of the device, looking not so much like breasts as oddly shaped gourds. The bra was apparently putting some uncomfortable pressure on her, for she winced occasionally, yet the only other signs she gave were a deepening of her breathing, and opening her mouth. Jason noted that her nipples were still prominently erect, although flattened somewhat by the tightly stretched cups of the bra. Feeling rather self-conscious, he looked over his shoulder to the front of the booth. To his relief, no panting crowd had gathered to watch, and while an occasionally passerby stopped to examine the wares pictured in the albums on the counter, they only glanced at the goings-on in the back of the booth. They might have been interested indeed, but apparently were polite enough not to intrude.

Slowly, Mandy reached out one cocked finger, and snapped Flora's nipple through the thinly stretched rubber. Flora gasped audibly, and looked wide-eyed at Mandy, not saying anything with her voice, yet sending an unmistakable message with her body and eyes. Slowly, she raised her hands, looking the question at Mandy, who nodded. Flora looked down, for the first time at her painfully distended breasts, fascinated. She reached up and traced a finger over each nipple, shuddering slightly. When she started to cup each breast with her whole hand, Mandy finally broke the silence.

"No." She moved Flora's hands back by her side, while Flora bit her lip. "That's enough. We'll take it. What's next?"

Hatchet deflated and removed the device from Flora, who somehow managed to look both relieved and disappointed, Jason thought.

"Yes, well, THIS is an interesting line I came up with last month. Got the idea from a short story in magazine." He held up a bra that might have been right at home on the set of Barbarella. The body was again made of black rubber, but each bullet-shaped cup had been molded in clear acrylic plastic. As he showed it around, Jason saw that each cup also had a thin latex gasket glued to it's rim, and that the exaggerated nipples molded into the cups were actually smaller cups in themselves, maybe half an inch by one inch, with small chromed valves at the tips.

"You'll want to remove her loops for this one," said Hatchet to Mandy, and began digging through a trunk.

"Damn, where's that lube got to," he muttered. Finally he surfaced with a bottle of lubricating gel. He lubricated the latex rims and the entire inside surface of each cup, then fitted them over Flora's breasts, wrapping the straps around and fastening them in back.