"No, this one is too tight." Sophie complained. She came out of the fitting room and returned the top she had tried on to its rack.
"Not enough room in the chest area?" Holly asked snarkily.
"Very funny." Sophie sighed. She began looking through some other tops. Really, she wanted to get this shopping trip over with. She had been friends with Holly since they were kids, but lately she had begun to feel a little uncomfortable around Holly. Sophie had grown concerned of Holly's lack of care with the magical knowledge that their families possessed. Holly didn't show any qualms about messing with other people using it. She didn't seem to mind leaving people transformed into objects, potentially permanently. Sophie was somewhat worried about more situations like that occurring when Holly's ban on using magic from a past incident expired in three months.
Then again, Sophie had her own incidents with magic, so perhaps she wasn't in a position to judge. Sophie didn't want to lose her friendship with Holly. Maybe she just had to keep Holly close. If nothing else Sophie could watch her and stop her from making any rash decisions. Maybe she should just enjoy this day out.
Unknown to the two women, they had just been spotted. A young man named Walker had just entered the clothing store to buy some new shoes for work. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Sophie. They had gone to school together and Walker had a huge crush on Sophie. Nothing ever came of it though. When They both ended up going to different colleges, he figured he wouldn't see her again. However, they were now both back in town for the summer, and Walker wondered whether he should seize this chance to talk to her.
Unfortunately for him, it wasn't Sophie, but Holly who noticed him first. "Oh great, another one of Sophie's suitors." Holly thought with an eyeroll. She would love to do something to make him go away. She looked angrily at the red mark on her hand that made using magic out of the question for her. Just three more months and she would be able to use her magic again, but that wouldn't help her with any nuisances in the meantime.
"Alright, I think I'll try this one next." Holly was snapped out of her brooding by Sophie's words.
"Ok," Holly replied, barely looking at what Sophie was holding. Sophie walked back to the fitting room. It was then that something sticking out of Sophie's purse caught Holly's eye. She reached her hand to it and picked up what appeared to be stickers that were split into two halves. Holly remembered what these were from a prior conversation with Sophie. They were duplication stickers. By placing the left half of the sticker on an object, one could transform whatever the right half was stuck to into a copy of that object. Holly was surprised Sophie had made this many of them. A devious smile appeared on her face. There were so many stickers that Sophie wouldn't notice if one was missing.
Holly took one of the stickers and peeled the left half off. She stuck it to a black bra hanging on a nearby rack. She then approached Walker.
"Haven't seen you in a while." Holly said.
"Oh...hey Holly." Walker replied. He always had the impression that Holly didn't like him that much. It was one of the reasons he was hesitant to approach Sophie. Those two were together so often that there was rarely any chance to talk to Sophie alone. It seemed like that hadn't changed since graduation.
"So, do you still have your eyes on Sophie? I can introduce you if you want." Holly offered.
"Wait, what!?" Walker replied, utterly bewildered. He couldn't believe Holly had just said that. All this time he thought she was his biggest obstacle to talking with Sophie. Was she actually going to be what made something happen instead?
"Come on, over here!" Holly gestured for Walker to follow her. Walker followed Holly, wondering what this would accomplish. Meanwhile, Holly just wanted to get where there were no cameras. Holly led Walker to a corner of the store that was boxed in by tall shelves packed with clearance merchandise. Looking around, she was pleased to see that the wall and shelves formed a space with no cameras pointing at it.
"Well, are we going to meet her here?" Walker asked, looking at Holly skeptically.
"You'll just need one thing." Holly replied. With a swift jab of her arm, she stuck the remaining half of the sticker to Walker's arm. Before Walker could react or ask what that was for, he felt the strangest sensation he had ever experienced. It felt as if most of his body mass had disappeared, leaving only a small piece left. He definitely felt smaller and lighter as he felt himself in the air, falling to the floor. Even the fall seemed strange, as what mass he did have seemed to flutter. His landing was soft as opposed to the hard thud he would have expected from a fall of that length.
Lying on the ground, nothing felt right. His body felt small and....flat? Even the shape of his body felt wrong. He couldn't feel arms or legs or even a head. Most of his mass seemed to be concentrated in two places while the rest of took the form of two thin extensions and two flat ones extending sideways. He tried to move, but nothing happened. He was completely unable to move any part of his strange feeling body. He was incredibly startled and tried to demand answers from Holly. He was horrified to find that he was just as incapable of speech as he was of movement. What had Holly done to him?
Holly stepped forward, and from Walker's perspective, she was gigantic. Towering over Walker, Holly looked down at him with a wicked grin on her face.
"Well, what's this bra doing here? Let's get it back where it belongs!" Holly laughed to herself.
"Did she just call me a bra?" Thought Walker, utterly bewildered. Walker didn't have time to ponder Holly's bizarre words before Holly reached her hand down and grabbed him. Holly's hand seemed impossibly big as it grabbed Walker and effortlessly picked him up. Holly's grip folded Walker as if he were indeed made of cloth. The whole experience was incredibly disorienting. Walker was barely able to think as he was bunched up by Holly's hand. He felt the vibrations of every step she took.
Holly walked back to the rack holding the bra she had stuck the first half of the duplication sticker to. She hung Walker up on it as if he were simply a bra she wasn't interested in purchasing. She couldn't believe her good fortune at finding an already enchanted item and was quite pleased with the results.
"Well sorry, looks like you won't get to chat with Sophie after all. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll make some other gal very happy!" Holly said to Walker vindictively.
Once Holly's hand had let go of him, Walker was finally able to think clearly about his situation. Holly had called him a bra. He felt smaller and flatter than he should. His body didn't feel like it was the right shape. He couldn't move or speak, and he had just been hanged on a rack with a bunch of black bras. Had Holly somehow turned him into a bra?
No, something like that couldn't happen. It would take some kind of fantasy magic being real for a person to be turned into a bra. Besides, he can still see, hear, think, and feel, all of which are things a bra shouldn't be able to do.
Yet, the more he focused on how he felt at the moment, the more bra shaped his body seemed. Most of his mass was in two cups and he was hanging by thin extensions that seemed very much like straps. He couldn't move at all, and now that he thought about it, he didn't seem to be breathing either. "No. No. This can't be real. I can't really be a bra." Walker thought desperately. However, everything about his situation made it clear that a bra was exactly what he now was.
Was Holly some kind of witch? How had she done this? Is there a way to change him back? There had to be, he couldn't be a bra forever....
He was powerless to even ask Holly any of these questions. Soon Sophie caught up with Holly and for a brief moment, Walker imagined himself wrapped around Sophie's chest. Despite his fear, he couldn't help but find the idea of being Sophie's bra somewhat alluring. If he was going to be trapped as a bra at least it could be for someone he had a crush on. He was quickly snapped out of this thought when Holly led Sophie away, supposedly to look at sundresses. Walker could only hang there helplessly as the only person who knew he wasn't just a bra, and possibly the only person who could change him back, walked away.
The next few hours were the most boring and scary of Walker's life. He could do absolutely nothing. He was more still than he could ever be as a human. All he could do was watch the occasional person pass by and think about his situation. He was in a clothing store, hanging up among the merchandise. Eventually, someone might buy him. If that happens, the odds of Holly finding him and changing him back would be nonexistent. Some random woman, would wear him, completely unaware that he was once a person. It didn't look like there would be any way out of this for him.
Several days passed, and all Walker did was motionlessly hang there on the display rack. He had no way to pass the time and the boredom threatened to drive him insane. All the while, he could only wonder what it would be like to be worn. He wasn't sure if he wanted to find out or not, but what would happen to him if nobody bought him? If he remained unsold for too long, would he be thrown away or packed into a box, never to see the light of day again. He was utterly terrified of the fact that he had no control over his fate. There was nothing he could do to prevent anyone from doing anything to him.
Walker was left alone with the boredom and fear for several more days. He soon lost track of how many had passed since there was nothing to tell them apart. He was quite startled when a hand grabbed him from out of nowhere. It took him a few seconds to regain his senses from the shock of the first motion he had experienced in days. A woman had picked him up and was carrying him over to the fitting room. This was it, he was going to be worn for the first time.
Walker couldn't look away as the woman removed her shirt and the bra she was wearing. He could now see the breasts he was expected to carry and dread filled him. They were huge! She grabbed Walker and roughly shoved her arms through the loop his straps made. His cups were pulled over her chest and immediately, he felt himself strain to contain them. She pulled him repeatedly in an attempt to fasten the hooks behind her back. It was immediately clear to Walker that he was too small for this woman but that didn't stop her from trying.
"Stop! You're going to tear me!" Walker desperately tried to plead. He was now worried about being torn like any ordinary garment. Finally, the woman gave up and yanked Walker off. Before he knew it, he was back on the rack and left to ponder what he had just experienced. He now had to deal with the possibility that he would be ruined before having a chance to be bought. Being stretched over a chest that was too large was a horrifying ordeal. Would being worn by someone he actually fit be more comfortable? He certainly hoped so since that was likely all he had to look forward to.
His reward for putting up with the large-breasted woman was another indeterminate number of days hanging on the rack. Walker was once again snapped out of his boredom when another hand grabbed him. Another woman was heading toward the fitting room to try him on. Once again, Walker was left to watch her undress and he was relieved to see a much smaller bust. He soon found out just how small it was. This woman actually managed to fasten his hooks, and he was left to limply hang off her shoulders. This time he was clearly too big for her. He could barely feel her breasts at all, only sensing them graze him when she inhaled. Grumbling to herself, she took Walker off. Walker soon found himself back on the display rack, wondering if it would be his permanent home.
More days passed and Walker found himself repeatedly blanking out due to the lack of anything happening. He was again shocked to have his monotonous stupor broken by a hand grabbing him. A brunette with glasses had picked him up and examined him for a moment before carrying him to the fitting room as the other women had. As she undressed Walker couldn't help but feel a little anticipation. Her breasts seemed smaller than the first woman, but she was still rather well endowed. He doubted he would hang loosely off of her. She grabbed Walker and pulled him over her chest. Her breasts filled his cups and she managed to fasten him without pulling too hard.
He was a perfect fit. He was wrapped snugly around her, and his cups seemed to be the exact right size to cover and hold her breasts. He could feel himself slightly stretch and contract as she breathed. He could even feel her heartbeat.
Satisfied with the bra's fit, the woman removed Walker before he could take in much more. She threw him into her cart with the other clothes she was buying and headed to the checkout. Walker was still processing being worn, but he still felt a sense of dread. Once this woman left the store with him, it was beyond unlikely that Holly would be able to track him down and change him back, if she ever cared to. It seemed there was no escaping the future he was being carried to. He was going to be this woman's bra.
One car ride in a shopping bag later, Walker was in the woman's bedroom. He was pulled out of the bag and introduced to his new home; a drawer filled with bras of all colors. The drawer was closed, and Walker was left in the darkness with the realization that he was now no different than any of the other bras that filled it. He wondered when the woman would wear him next. That was all he had to look forward to now.
It turned out to be the very next day. The woman opened the drawer and grabbed the newly purchased bra. Walker once again felt her pull him over her chest and felt her fasten his hooks. The fit was just as good as it had been at the store and Walker quickly became reacquainted with her breathing and heartbeat. The first new sensation came when she took a step. Her breasts bounced and vibrated for an instant with each step she took, shaking Walker's vision and making it hard to form thoughts. He couldn't decide if the bouncing was painful or pleasurable. The woman made her way across the room and picked up a button-up shirt which she pulled on and buttoned up, sealing Walker inside.
From there, Walker clinged to her as she walked to work. The bouncing of her breasts, the beating of her heart and the rising and falling of her chest as she breathed formed a rhythm that overpowered any thought Walker could have. Adding to it was the fact that the woman's skin and the fabric of her shirt were constantly rubbing against him. All of this combined to ensure there was not one instant where Walker's sense of touch wasn't being flooded. It was quite the contrast to the long periods of inertness on the store's display rack.
Walker remained on the woman's chest through the whole day. For her, it was an ordinary day of work, but for Walker, it was a blur of bouncing, stretching and rubbing. He didn't even realize it when she took him off that night. He had to slowly regain his senses as he found himself in a laundry hamper.
Thus, ended Walker's first day as this stranger's bra. When he was able to think again, he had many conflicting thoughts on it. He obviously wasn't happy about being trapped as a bra. He had a life, and he almost certainly wouldn't be getting it back. His future would likely just be more of what he had experienced that day. He couldn't quite settle on what he thought about being worn. Being treated like an article of clothing was degrading and humiliating. However, being tightly wrapped around her chest, feeling her every breath and heartbeat, having her skin rub against him. It was a stimulating and intimate position to be in. The boring stillness that had made up most of his time as a bra so far had left him even more sensitive to the body he was wrapped around. He was so lost in the sensations that he hadn't even been able to listen to what was going on in the world around his wearer. He couldn't deny that a part of him enjoyed it.
He would soon find himself thinking about that day of being worn a lot over the excruciatingly long days in the laundry hamper. The only activity came when more clothes were piled in once a day. Walker was bored out of his mind. It had been so long since he had moved. He was slowly losing his memory of what it was like to move on his own, to talk, to simply be human. The only recent break in his boredom that he had to think about, was when he was around that woman's chest. He was so desperate for any movement that he found himself thinking about the bouncing of her breasts, the way he would slightly stretch when she inhaled, the constant ticking of her heartbeat. He shouldn't want to be worn, but that was the only human contact he could hope for now. "Great, I'm starting to think like a bra now too." He thought, unsure what that said about him.
After a series of seemingly endless days, the hamper was picked up. Walker had a pretty good guess as to what was next. Sure enough, he soon found himself being dumped into a washing machine. The ensuing trip through the laundry at least eased the boredom. Being spun around in the washer and dryer actually felt like an amusement park ride. Being soaked and then dried also felt oddly satisfying. Walker almost forgot for a moment that he was trapped as a bra. Nonetheless, he still felt like something was missing. He felt empty. Had being worn really screwed with his mind that much? Was he actually wanting to be filled by that random woman's breasts again?
The empty feeling continued as he was packed into a dresser drawer with the other freshly washed bras. He would be left alone with it for days as the woman selected other bras to wear. Walker couldn't believe he was getting jealous of ordinary bras. However, he knew that having the woman put him on would likely be the only hope of ending the dull inertia he was powerless to escape on his own.
The wait became more torturous with each passing day. By the time the woman's hand grabbed Walker, he was mentally begging to be worn, all dignity forgotten. The anticipation grew as she raised him to her chest. As soon as the bra was in place, all thoughts of being anything other than a bra were blown away. Whatever mind it had was now filled with the rhythm of the woman's breathing and heartbeat. When she began walking, the bouncing of her breasts rocked the bra's world. As her skin rubbed against it, the bra knew that this was its place in the world.
From then on, the bra simply became part of the woman's rotation. The bra no longer had any ability to fight what it was. It just had to deal with the long periods of nothing happening, waiting for that moment when its owner would put it on again. The bra never was able to learn the woman's name or anything about her, bras had no need or ability to be concerned with such things. All it wanted was to be wrapped around her. Her chest was its life. There was never going to be anything more for the bra than that.