attribute theft, sort of inanimate tf, mind swap, body part tf, shrinking

With Brittney’s mind freshly stored into the property swapper, Anna got up from the couch and headed over to the mirror by the front door. She briefly considered what she had in her hands. She could swap Brittney’s mind into anything at all. A doll, her blouse, the mirror itself, but Anna had something more personal in mind.

Anna tapped the screen and made the swap happen with a resounding “Ding” of success from the app on her tablet.

Anna didn’t feel any different, but the screen on her tablet said that Brittney’s consciousness had been successfully swapped. Anna took off her blouse and quickly unclasped her bra. Topless in her apartment, Anna took her left boob in her hand and stared.

“Are you in there, Brittney?” Anna asked.

There was no reply, but her left nipple slowly grew hard.

“Of course, boobs can’t talk. How can I let you talk…?”

Anna mulled it over while idly tugging on her left nipple when inspiration struck. Anna raced to the closet in her room and started digging through her box where she kept odds and ends. She pulled out a limited-edition doll she got from a convention. The doll was of a heroine from a show she used to watch. The premium feature of the doll was a pull-string that, when used, would cause the doll to say a line from the show. Anna pulled the string and let it go.

“Say your prayers, because this is the end for you, villain. Here comes my final and ultimate attack! Super Blast! Kyaaaaaaaa!” vibrated the cry from the doll’s pre-recorded voice-box.

Anna selected the doll in the property swapper app and got to work on inputting her complicated series of swaps between the doll and her left breast.

Several dings later, Anna tugged on the doll’s pull-string. No sound came out. Anna smiled and hurried back to the mirror by the front door. After taking a deep breath, she tugged on her left nipple. Almost instantly, her left boob started to vibrate with the sound of Brittney’s voice.

“…oooooooOOOOoh, this feels amazing. Hey, am I talking now? Anna, can you hear me? This is so weird! Please sto…” Brittney’s voice trailed off.

Anna smiled and tugged on her left nipple again to let Brittney speak.

“aaaAAAh… Whoa, there I am again. Anna, please stop running around so much. The jiggling is very…”

Tug.

“Mm… The jiggling is disorienting. Gosh, it’s so crazy when you pull on your… I mean… My… Nipple like that. It feels…”

Anna giggled as Brittney’s voice ran out and her left breast stopped vibrating again. Anna tugged again.

“…mmMMMuuuhhh…. It feels… …Can you put me back in my body? Not having arms and legs is one thing, but now I can’t even move. It feels nice, but…” Brittney said as her time to speak ran out.

“I want to test a few things, first,” Anna said as she pulled up a note-taking app on her tablet. “One: How did it feel to have your mind in the property swapper?” Anna asked and then tugged hard on Brittney’s nipple.

“fffFFFah! Mmm. I was aware and stuff, but I couldn’t think at all. It was like a dream. I could see you, but I couldn’t…”

Tug.

“Mm! …I couldn’t move or really think about anything. I was just there. It was sort of peaceful, though, to be perfectly honest.”

Anna typed up some notes and asked another question, “Two: How does it feel to have your mind in my left breast?”

Anna tugged on Brittney again.

“Eeee! Gosh, I don’t know if I want to get used to that… My vision as a boob is all wobbly. Other than that, umm, it feels… … … Fine…”

Brittney clearly stopped speaking before her allotted time was up. Anna tugged again.

“Mmmf! Okay, okay, it’s really, really nice. But the jiggling is a problem. My own boobs don’t even jiggle this much, so it’s just kind of…”

Anna continued to tap out Brittney’s thoughts. Anna licked her fingers and tugged on Brittney’s nipple again.

“Aaaa! … … … … … Anna, please put me back in my body. Even if I’m just stuck on the coffee table. The jiggling alone is…”

Anna finished typing up Brittney’s thoughts and moved back to sit on the couch next to the mannequin head and torso attached to Brittney’s arms and waist.

“After using my tablet without my permission, you definitely owe me some more experiment data before I let you out. Let’s see if I can fix the jiggling problem, though…” Anna said while cupping Brittney.

Anna looked at Brittney’s torso and head on the coffee table. Brittney’s boobs were a small, fit A cup in comparison to Anna’s hefty E cups.

Anna complained aloud, “Of course my boobs jiggle more than yours, Brittney. Mine are way bigger than yours. Oh, wait, that’s the answer. I know what to swap.”

Not wasting any time, Anna quickly selected her own boobs and swapped a property with the boobs on Brittney’s torso.

Ding.

Anna stood up from the couch. Anna’s boobs defied gravity as they nearly stayed in place.

“Is that less jiggly, Brittney?” Anna asked.

Tug.

“MMMM. Ah, yes, much less jiggly. I feel more… Stable? What did you swap?” Brittney asked.

“I swapped how perky our boobs are. Now my boobs are super firm! Although your boobs are going to be very unwieldy. It’s not like you’re using your boobs right now, anyways, though,” Anna said. She briefly lifted Brittney’s body on the coffee table and watched Brittney’s tiny A cup breasts jiggle with the consistency of freshly set jello.

Anna jumped up and down and her boobs nearly stayed in place, which was very different for Anna.

“Woah!” Anna said, “This is so cool! I won’t even need to wear a bra like this. Well, except for covering my nipples… Ready to go on a quick shopping trip, Brittney?” Anna asked.

Tug.

“Mm! Hah…. Uh… Can I stay home? I was going to watch TV today. Please?” Brittney asked.

Anna groaned, “Ugh, no. You’re still being served for your crimes. You can watch TV later. First, we’re getting something I need for an experiment and you’re coming with me. You can tell me what it feels like to be a boob in a bra afterwards. Just pretend it’s some light bondage,” Anna said, smirking.

Anna pulled her bra and blouse off the floor and quickly put them back on. Not wanting to leave Brittney out, Anna reached through the top of her shirt and gave her left nipple a quick tug.

“Mmm…” Brittney hummed, her mind already getting distracted.

“Can you still see?” Anna asked her left boob and tugged again, harder this time.

 “MMM… Umm, I can’t see. Like, I can see light filtering through your shirt and bra, but that’s it.”

“Perfect,” Anna said as she stepped through the front door.

The drive was quick and uneventful for Anna. At most, Anna noticed that the rumble of the car's engine had less of an impact on her chest. For Brittney, the drive was long and full of new experiences. Although the boob Brittney's mind was housed in was now more stable, it still jiggled as Anna drove. Once or twice, Brittney's nipple hardened up as Anna lightly stroked her through the bra. The trip became business as usual when Anna arrived at her destination. Anna came to a stop at some point and whispered to Brittney.

“Nobody is around,” Anna breathed, “I have a question. Answer it quickly and quietly or I’ll swap your brain into my butt. Do you prefer snow globes or music boxes?”

Anna checked both sides of the aisle carefully before tugging on her left nipple through her bra.

“fffoo … Hah … Music boxes. … … …” Brittney whispered through deep breaths.

Anna then carried on. Brittney heard Anna make small talk with the cashier as she got checked out, then it was back to the light vibrations of the drive home.

Brittney heard and felt the click of their apartment door unlocking, followed by the rustling of some bags and Anna taking off her blouse. Brittney’s vision was still mostly obscured by Anna’s bra, but she could see a little bit.

“I’ll let you watch TV for the rest of the weekend, but you still owe me some data,” Anna said while rummaging through her purchases.

“What do you think of this music box I bought?” Anna asked and tugged on her nipple through her bra.

“Hahh! … It’s hard to see with your bra in the way,” Brittney said.

Anna pulled her bra down and tugged Brittney’s nipple again. Brittney could see a little pink music box with a small ballerina inside wearing a pink tutu. The box had a mirror on the lid that showed the ballerina in double.

“Hnn! …Uhh, umm, it looks cute? I don’t know where we’ll put it, though,” Brittney said.

“I was thinking I would put it on the coffee table, since there’s still plenty of space,” Anna said, “Watch this.”

Anna turned over the music box and turned the key under it a few times. When she let go, the ballerina started spinning around. After a few bars, the ballerina would dip down to the right and raise its left leg before jostling back to its original position and continuing its dance.

Anna placed the music box back on the coffee table, pulled her bra back up, and started tapping away on the property swapper. Brittney waited patiently as Anna did whatever she was doing. After several more dings, Anna pulled off her bra.

“Are you ready to come out of my boob?” Anna asked.

Tug.

“MMMMMM! …Yes, yes please. I’ve had enough for now, but we should do this again sometime,” Brittney said.

“Okay, here it comes,” Anna said.

Brittney was relieved that she would finally have a chance to get out of Anna’s left boob. One thing was off, though. Brittney looked to where her head and torso should be on the coffee table, but instead she saw a human-sized, topless version of the ballerina from the music box. Before Brittney could piece it together, Anna made one last swap on the property swapper.

Ding.

Brittney’s point of view changed. She was no longer hanging off Anna’s chest. Instead, she was viewing their apartment from the coffee table again. Brittney was relieved, but then she noticed something was off. Anna was much larger than usual. In fact, everything seemed much larger than usual. Brittney looked down and saw that she was wearing a pink tutu. She tried to move the rest of herself, but couldn’t. Even though she could turn her neck to see that it was indeed her own body she was inside of, she couldn’t move below the neck. In the distance, Brittney saw Anna. She was blurry, as though she was very far away. To Anna’s left, Brittney could see that the mannequin torso and head were now attached to the pale, plastic arms and waist of the ballerina in the music box. If the ballerina was no longer in the box, then...

...Anna’s face came into focus as she loomed close to Brittney and spoke.

“I gave the ballerina in the music box your body and then swapped your mind into it. Based on how I did this swap, the rest of reality considers you to be a music box ballerina. I’ll be back later tonight, but I expect a full report when I get home. I’ll be out adding some safeties to the property swapper and maybe testing it out at a club. See you later! Oh, and before I go…”

Anna lifted up Brittney’s music box and turned the key several times. Brittney felt the strong vibrations of the gears turning in the music box and had a hard time containing herself. Brittney let out a few yelps as Anna kept turning the key until it wouldn’t turn anymore. Then, Anna placed Brittney back onto the coffee table.

The music box started playing. Brittney felt an insatiable urge come over her. She had to dance to the music. Brittney started to turn! She began to slowly spin around on her box. Finally able to move, Brittney tried to command herself to turn and face Anna. Just as she willed it, she turned around! But then Brittney kept turning. And turning.  After the third turn, she felt compelled to lift her left leg and raise her arms in an arabesque. Brittney was then jostled back into slowly spinning. When Brittney finally found the concentration to look up at Anna, she saw that Anna’s smile was as big as a house.

“Here, I’ll help you out now that you’re helping me,” Anna said, “I’ll let you watch that show you were binging.”

Brittney felt like trembling as Anna picked up her box, but all she could do was dance to her box's tune. Anna placed Brittney’s music box facing the TV, turned it on, and pressed play. Brittney could hardly pay attention as she spun round and round on the music box. Despite wanting to stop and ask Anna to change her back, she couldn’t bring herself to break out of the dance.

Brittney was stuck in a loop. Every third spin, she would dip to the right and raise her left leg out horizontally for a turn before abruptly returning to her original position of spinning with her arms above her head. Anna watched Brittney do this a few more times before laughing and walking away.

Brittney heard the door to the apartment shut as Anna left. It was only then that Brittney realized her boobs still had Anna’s jiggliness. Every time the music box restarted its loop, Brittney felt a strong tug and her boobs went flailing wildly with the same exuberance of an E cup breast, except Brittney only had A cups. It wasn’t painful, but it was a new experience for Brittney.

After twenty minutes of dancing loops and jostling breasts, the music box’s key finally ran out and Brittney came to a stop. She was facing the music box’s mirror, which showed a reflection of the TV. It was a small, cheap mirror so it was slightly warped. Brittney wanted to turn around and face the TV properly, but she couldn't move without the music box's key being turned. Oh, well. At least she could watch her show all weekend. Sort of.