"Greg, I'm going to measure Carla. Why don't you measure her daughter?" Octavia asked. I nodded in agreement and motioned for Gwen to follow me while Carla followed Octavia.
Me and Gwen go to one of the measuring counters. I head to the counter to pick up a measuring tape. "Now, Ms. Teverton, I'm going to need you to remove your hoodie so I can take a proper measurement." I tell her.
Gwen stays silent, and is looking off in another direction. She's still trying to make her breasts look smaller. "Ms. Teverton?" I ask. "Did you hear me?"
Gwen finally looks at me. "I can't." She says in a very quiet voice. "I don't... want you to see."
"See?" I ask, confused.
"My... chest." She says. She looks like she's about to cry.
"OK, you can keep the hoodie on." I say. "But I do need to measure you, so I need you to put your arms down." I can see she isn't happy to do so, but reluctantly lowers them.
I move around back and carefully climb on top of her thorax and start measuring. Gwen keeps shifting slightly, clearly uncomfortable with me. I try my best to calm her down, but she keeps fidgeting. Finally, I'm able to get a good measurement.
And I'm shocked by it. According to the measuring tape, Gwen's bust was 23 feet wide. That was actually bigger then Felicia Comelo's. I'm surprised they aren't ripping her hoodie or making her immobile.
But I don't say anything as I continue to measure the rest of Gwen. It was clear that she was embarrassed by her breasts. She continued to fidget as I measured, but I was eventually able to finish the measurements.
As I got back on the floor, Carla and Octavia come over. Carla looked happy.
"Alright, Gwen, time to look for some fabrics for our dresses." She said. "And please, try to pick some bright colors this time. I'd like for you to at least try to stand out."
Gwen nodded slightly and scurried off. Carla looked at her and frowned.
"I'm sorry about Gwen. She's painfully shy and embarrassed of her breasts. I brought her with me so she could try to be more outgoing, but..." Carla said. She then looked at me. "Mr. Gregory, what are duties here?"
"I have a number of jobs here, Ms. Teverton. Cook, blackjack dealer, lifeguard..." I explain, listing off my duties, which takes about 5 minutes.
When I finished, Carla smiled. "Quite a varied career." She said. "Do you mind if you come with me and my daughter for the day? You seem like such a nice man, and you could be a friend to Gwen."
I look at her in amazement. Me, spending a day with Carla and Gwen? That would be amazing. But would Octavia be fine with me leaving for the day?
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