Wandring Eyes: Bra Transformation (Patreon)

My relationship with my best friend Natalie had always been hard for my witch girlfriend, Ellie, to reconcile. Despite my best efforts Ellie never believed that we were just friends. Two days ago we were all hanging out when Natalie bent over for something. Naturally and without thinking I snuck a glance down her shirt. Ellie was not happy with this, and went off crazier than usual. Saying that if I liked her chest so much, I should get more antiquated with it. Before I knew it, she had turned me into a red lacy bra, presenting me to Natalie as a “Kaleb-Bra,” a clever twist on my name. Natalie was resistant and confused at first until Ellie cast a second spell, this one filling her head with the notion that this was MY idea, and that I wanted to play out a fantasy of being a bra for her to wear. When she first put me on, I’ve never had more mixed feelings in my life. On one hand, Natalie was stunning and had a great body, so being wrapped around her chest so snugly turned me on like never before. But once I was clasped around her torso, my body was stretched painfully with the effort of containing her sizable tits. Once I was in contact with her skin, I found that I could telepathically communicate with Natalie, and I immediately begged her to take me off. But Ellie’s magic was working overtime, convincing Natalie that my begging was a part of my fetish. Instead she teased me, calling me girly names and taking sexy selfies. While I could admit that feeling her warm skin and nipples was pretty hot, the pain and discomfort of my situation was quickly becoming unbearable. My begging and negotiating only encouraged her teasing, prompting her to walk with an exaggerated step to give her boobs an extra bounce, adding to my discomfort. She wore me all day, the moisture of her sweat building up for me to smell and taste. After a long and painful day, Natalie teased that I should get the “full experience,” and invited her boyfriend over for some “fun,” telling him about the new bra she wanted to show off. Natalie greeted him wearing just me and a pair of panties. I was mortified, presented before this man as such a girly garment. They quickly retired to her room, where Natalie knelt down in front of him. Pressing her boobs, and me, together, she asked him to tit-fuck her. I screamed in her head to take it back, but it was too late. I had a painful and sweaty front row seat as his hard cock slammed into her soft chest. I was only saved when they moved to the bed, but once Natalie climbed on top and started riding him, I started to wish he HAD finished on her chest. When they fell asleep hours later, I wondered when, IF, Ellie was coming back...