You were a college student at a prestigious medical school. A strange storm blew in one night while you were getting ready to leave your girlfriend, Ellie’s dorm room after she ran off to class. As you got ready to leave, a strange bolt of lighting lanced right through the wall, leaving no hole or mark. It struck you in the chest and you passed out. You didn’t know it yet, but it was a Transformation Storm and that your bare foot was touching Ellie’s roommate, Lisa’s bra. As you awoke, you became aware that you were moving: being lifted and stretched. Looking around in a panic gives you no clearer indication of what happened. But then finally you get a look at Lisa in the full-length mirror. She is wearing scrub pants with only a red bra on top, showing a good amount of cleavage and her flat, athletic stomach. As you start to look away, you realize that Lisa’s movements seem to correspond with the sensations that you’re feeling. It hits you like a brick: you’ve been turned into her bra! Panic grips you as you try to talk to her. But of course, bras don’t have mouths, so you are at her mercy. Though as she moves around getting ready for her day, her chest shifts inside you and you can’t help but feel a bit aroused. It felt like you were both holding her tits in your hands and simultaneously pressing your face into them. Certain… other parts of you were also being stimulated with every step she took. Furthermore, you could smell and taste Lisa’s skin, detecting a hint of the bodywash she had used that morning. She sprays something over herself and you smell the sweet smell of perfume, which soaks into you, adding to the scent and taste. It wasn’t long before you were covered in a scrub top and hidden away from the world. Soon, you felt and saw Lisa’s hand reach through the neck of her top and press something into you, between you and her left breast. From its size, it looked like an ID card of some sort. The same thing repeated on the other side, though it felt more like a cell phone this time. As the day went on, you were bounced around in darkness, sending you between disbelief at your fate and arousal at the contact with her chest. Lisa must have had a busy day: you felt her walking, bending over, and occasionally jogging. As a result, her sweat started to build up, adding to the scent and taste of her perfume and body wash. Throughout the day, she removed her phone and ID momentarily, digging into you over and over. She even added a few other things, like a scrap of paper, maybe a note for later, and a handful of dollar bills. After what felt like an eternity, her scrub top lifted away and you got a view of her room again, her roommate, your girlfriend, lounging on her bed on the other side of the room. She pulled the clasps free and you fell away from her, the strain of holding her chest finally lifting. But before you could get a good look at her, she tossed you into a laundry basket, where you landed on a pile of dirty clothes, her scrub top landing on you and blocking your view of your new owner’s topless body. As you considered your situation, realizing it was probably permanent given your lack of ability to communicate, you heard Lisa talking to Ellie.
“I don’t know where I got that bra, but damn, it’s great! Wore it all day, running around and it wasn’t unformtable at all! I’ll probably end up wearing it all the time!”
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