On the list of “anxiety-inducing situations”, most people (besides some major introverts) would not rank tea and cakes with one’s mother and a family friend very highly. But then, those people are usually not superheroes, and most of those family friends aren’t notorious supervillains. As peaceful as it currently was at her mother’s home, Brianna, the Crystal Knight, couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous.

Morgan was a friend, make no mistake. She never actually hurt Brianna or her mother - in fact, she often helped them out, if occasionally with a price. Her villain designation was mostly because they lacked a “Superpowered casual chaotic neutral” designation in the official system. But, well… it was Morgan. Nearly every time they met up, whether it was by accident or intention, it ended up with Brianna undergoing some kind of transformation that would derail any and all plans she’d had for the next day or two. She had no reason to suspect this meeting would be any different - the only question was what she’d end up as this time and whether her mother, Amber, would participate.

It had thus far been polite conversation - things like how Amber’s work was going, new modern trends Morgan was interested in, and so on. It was actually pretty nice to be able to just chat. Brianna began to relax a bit, enjoying the tea and the nice atmosphere.

“You know...” Amber began after a lull in the conversation, and Brianna felt herself tense. There was something in her Mum’s voice - a sort of playful tone, and a mischievous expression as she looked between Morgan and Brianna. And here it was… “Morgan, I see Brianna transformed a lot - pretty often with you wearing her. Right?”

Morgan raised an eyebrow. “Yes, that’s right. It’s rather enjoyable to do, for both parties involved. Why bring it up?”

“Well, I always see the end result, and sometimes I see her turning back to normal…” Amber continued, and Brianna winced in anticipation of the next part. “But I never actually see the start. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you turn Brianna into something, just what she ends up as.”

Morgan put down her tea and rested her chin on her hand, thinking. “Really? But what about… no, that time you came in moments late… but that one time with the milk- no, she was upstairs and we were downstairs…” Morgan blinked. “Huh. I do believe you’re right. Weird, seeing how often it happens.”

“I know, isn’t it?” Amber said. Brianna didn’t frankly mind that - in some of those cases it would be more than a little embarrassing for her mother to see the change. “The forms are so dramatically different from how my daughter usually looks, I think it’d be fascinating to watch.”

“Well, I’ll be sure to arrange things so you can see it next time~” Morgan said with a grin, and a meaningful look over to Brianna.

And there it was, the transformation that she’d always known was gonna happen but had hoped against hope wouldn’t. Even if Morgan didn’t do it right now, Brianna was now sure that she wouldn’t end the weekend in the same body she’d started it with.

An idea entered her mind. Not one that she liked, but it was… probably smart to just do, and her mom would probably like it. “Well, if we’re on the subject…” Brianna began. Amber and Morgan looked at her expectantly. “Since it’s obviously gonna happen anyway,”

“Completely certain.” Morgan noted.

“Right, thanks.” Brianna said, rolling her eyes, “Since it’s going to happen anyway, might as well get it done now, right? We’re nearly out of cakes anyway, and Mum did just say she wanted to watch it happen.”

Amber gasped with delight, clasping her hands together. “Ohhh! That sounds delightful!”

Morgan stood up, but Brianna raised a finger to stop her. “On a couple conditions! One, this time I get to pick what I end up as. You were going for clothing again, right?”

“Bra and panties, for maximum difference in shape, yep.” Morgan freely admitted.

“Well, I’m fine with clothing, but if I have to I think I have an idea of a cool outfit to go with instead.” Brianna said. “Secondly, I want to be able to talk with you two instead of the usual silence. Mentally, that is, I’m not asking to be clothes with vocal cords or something.”

Morgan shrugged. “Sure thing. I don’t usually take requests, but I’ll make a special exception since Amber here wants to watch anyway~”

Brianna smiled nervously - she wasn’t really into the constant transformations, but her mother was fascinated by them and seeing her happy was something she was willing to sacrifice a bit of comfort for. “Do you need me to bring it up on my phone, or…?”

Morgan waved her hand dismissively. “Of course not, who do you think I am~?” Brianna felt a slight… pressure, in her mind, that fled almost as soon as she’d noticed it. “Got it, I do believe! I have to say, for someone with your limited wardrobe you have some excellent taste.”

Brianna was about to reply, but she suddenly couldn’t speak - the transformation had begun. She slumped in the chair as the strength fled from her body, and Amber looked concerned for a bit before Morgan waved her off. “This is normal, don’t worry! Clothes don’t exactly have muscles, do they?”

Shaking off the sudden bout of weakness (although she couldn’t move very much below the head), Brianna nodded. “Yeah, was just a bit taken off guard by how sudden it was! I’m fine!”

Amber relaxed a bit. “Oh, that’s good, it looked like she fainted for a second there…” Amber said. She leaned over, looking at Brianna’s body. “She doesn’t seem that different…”

“Wait for it.” Brianna said. Looking down at where her hands rested on the table, she saw the beginnings of the transformation. Her pale skin had begun to turn an olive green, from the hands seeming to almost fold in on themselves as they disappeared. It looked painful, but in reality it just felt a bit weird - not even all that uncomfortable, as she lost feeling in the hands that wouldn’t exist much longer. Amber watched intently, her mouth slightly agape.

“Can I…?” Amber said, pointing to the hollow where her hands had been.

Brianna rolled her eyes. “Sure, sure.”

Amber reached over and felt at Brianna’s arm, rubbing it between her fingers as she felt it turn from skin to fabric. “Wow… if I wasn’t watching it happen, it’d be hard to believe this was an arm just a few seconds ago…”

Morgan grinned, clearly pleased by how much Amber was enjoying herself. “I know, right? I only give my best work to my favorite clothes~”

The transformation travelled up the arm, causing it to hollow out. At the same time, while Amber was focused on the arms, the change had been travelling up Brianna’s legs. Her legs pulled together, pushing tightly against one another as they turned green and the distinction between them grew less and less apparent. At the same time, they seemed to telescope inwards up to her knees, by which point they’d merged completely. Brianna drew her mother’s attention to that, and smiled a bit despite herself at how enthusiastic she was to watch.

The hollowness had gone up all the way to Brianna’s hips, and to her shoulders. Her arms weren’t really arms at this point, and more sleeves, while her legs had become a skirt. But that wasn’t anywhere near the end of it. The transformation traveled up her waist, and down from her shoulders, precise stitching connecting her sleeves to the shoulders while her lower half separated off, only to be held in place by a belt. Oddly enough, Brianna felt like there was more going on under the surface besides just hollowing out. She couldn’t speak anymore as her lungs had vanished, but as Amber felt around inside her skirt she raised an eyebrow. “I think I feel something else in there - turning into both a shirt and a jacket?”

Morgan grinned. “She asked for something different than the usual one or two pieces~ I think she’s coming along quite nicely.”

As the rest of her torso transformed - with the odd feeling of both being hollow and of being in multiple distinct pieces - she felt the next part coming well before it started. Her view dropped as her neck began to sink into her hollow chest. Amber stared in fascination as Brianna’s head just… folded into the collar of the shirt and jacket.

With that, Brianna was no longer recognizable as a person, but as an outfit draped over the chair where she’d been. The finishing touches came last; the buttons, a pair of pins on the lapel of the coat, and a black tie around the collar of the shirt. Brianna could still see, feel, hear and hear, but she’d lost all independent movement; from the outside, she was nothing but a green-brown military-style jacket, a white shirt, and skirt.

Amber looked her over, feeling at the fabric of the jacket and looking into the collar. “Wow… it’s weird, but kind of cool seeing it from the beginning instead of the end… and such a cool outfit, too!”

Brianna took the moment to test if Morgan had kept up her side of the bargain. “It feels weirder on this end, believe me!” she said, despite not having any lips or vocal cords. You can hear me, right Mum?”

Amber blinked, and then grinned widely. “Loud and clear, like you’re right there talking to me! Which I guess you are, even if you can’t really talk normally…”

“Don’t think about it too hard, Amber.” Morgan suggested. She reached down and picked up the outfit, examining it closely to make sure she got it right. Then, she started slipping off her own clothes…

“Actually…” Brianna said, “Mum, you like this, right?”

“It’s gorgeous! Er, you’re gorgeous. Nice looking. I’m not sure what the right word is honestly, but I really like how you came out.” Amber affirmed.

“Well, since this was for your benefit in the first place… I wonder if maybe instead of Morgan, you should try me on?” Brianna obviously felt a bit weird suggesting this, but, well, her Mum always seemed so enthusiastic about her transformations, and Brianna really loved seeing her happy.

Morgan smiled, and raised an eyebrow at Amber. “Well now, that does sound quite nice. I think Brianna would look nearly as good on you as she would on me, anyway~” she said, offering the outfit.

“Ooooh!” Amber squealed, eagerly but gently taking Brianna in her hands and laying her out carefully on the table. “Can I? I’ll make sure to wear you well honey~”

A few minutes later, and Amber was getting Morgan’s help with the tie, the final touch to putting Brianna on. It was… more than a little awkward and embarrassing, to tell the truth.

Seeing her mother strip down to her undergarments and then slowly put each piece of her on was something she’d never quite wanted to imagine - especially the uniquely weird feeling as she’d slipped on the shirt, the feeling that part of her was filled while another part was incredibly empty. After that, the skirt had come on, travelling up Amber’s legs, followed shortly by the jacket. Brianna would of course never really admit it, but it felt very nice to be worn - the sensation of her hollow body being filled, the warmth of Amber’s body, the way she clung to Amber’s curves… which would be all well and good, if it wasn’t her Mum’s body she was clinging to!

Amber smiled as Morgan pulled away, twisting this way and that and looking down at herself. “Well, how do I - I mean, how do we look?” she asked, striking a coquettish pose that didn’t really fit on a woman her age.

“Lovely as ever, Amber~” Morgan said with a sly grin. “She fits like a glove, doesn’t she?”

Maybe a bit too well, Brianna thought, but she didn’t say that. “Y-Yeah, I think I fit super well on her. You’re as accurate as ever, Morgan.” she said instead.

“I hope this feels as nice for you as it does for me, Brianna~” Amber said, running her hands over her clothes.

Brianna would have been blushing if she’d had a face. “R-Right, of course it feels… nice. Yeah.” she muttered - it honestly did, but the embarrassment sort of made that take a back seat.

Morgan rubbed her chin, looking right at Brianna with a knowing smile. “Hmmm… oh, I have a fun thought~ You’ve seen what a transformation looks like from the outside now, but I don’t think you’ve properly been on the receiving end before, have you Amber?”

Amber blinked. “Hmm… I mean, I think I have…”

“Besides the change in proportion, dear. That’s so small it doesn’t count. I mean the sorts of transformations Brianna here gets all the time, the clothing transformations!” Morgan had a wide grin on her face at this. Brianna had a bad feeling about where this was going.

“I mean, I don’t know if she would-” Brianna started, but she was soon interrupted.

“Oh! I’d love to give it a try, Morgan! Do you think we can?” Amber said, clasping her hands together pleadingly.

“Mum, maybe that should wa-”

“Done~ Maybe sit down before your legs give out, though!” Morgan said, with a wave of her hand.

Amber managed to make it back into her chair just in time, along with a bit more dignified of a pose as she lost connection to her muscles. “Oh, wow, I feel all tingly. It’s kinda like sleep paralysis but without the terror.”

“I do my best to make it an enjoyable process. It’s no fun if they’re all terrified the whole time!” Morgan said with a satisfied smile, as the transformation started to take hold.

From her current position, Brianna couldn’t actually see what was happening mostly - she just saw Amber’s hands pull into her sleeves. But with Amber wearing her, she could definitely feel it. It was sort of like her own transformation - only so many ways for humanoid shapes to become clothing shapes - but it seemed even more dramatic. In her case, she’d not actually lost that much size, just flattened a bit. But Amber’s arms and legs seemed to be vanishing entirely, folding in on themselves and unlike in Brianna’s case, not leaving a sleeve behind.

It didn’t take long before the transformation had trailed up past the limbs - Brianna could feel herself slacken as less and less of her was filled, with Amber flattening inside of her. “Whoa-” Amber started, but she was cut off as her head vanished into Brianna’s collar. Lacking support from Amber’s upper body, Brianna slumped backwards and was looking up at the ceiling as she felt her Mum’s transformation progress within herself, hidden from view by the outfit she’d been wearing.

“I hope you’re enjoying yourself, Mum…” she said, as she felt Amber shift and start to settle inside of her. At this point, she was draped over the chair once again, but this time with something inside of her - she could feel two distinct pieces, one draped over the back of the chair with her jacket and shirt, while another was around where Amber’s hips would have been. She couldn’t say for sure, but she had a pretty good guess of what Amber had turned into…

“Wow… that was so cool!” she heard the echo of her mother’s voice in her mind. “I can’t see myself well, what did I turn into?”

“Give me but a moment, love~” Morgan laughed, unbuttoning Brianna and opening her up, feeling around inside the collar and then inside the skirt. When she withdrew, she was holding a set of lingerie, a bra and panties, both midnight-black lace in a style raunchy enough that Brianna was almost embarrassed to be seeing it.

“Ooooh, lingerie? It’s so weird being in two pieces… but kinda cool?” Amber said cheerfully. Brianna sighed, but smiled internally - her mother was a bit odd, but her go with the flow nature could be pretty endearing.

“It’ll feel better once I put you on~” Morgan said, before shrugging off the straps of her dress. A minute later, and a bit of Brianna being simultaneously glad and disappointed that she was facing the ceiling, Brianna felt herself be moved around until she was looking at Morgan again. Now, she was wearing the black lingerie that had been Amber, and… well, she was wearing it very, very well.

“Wow…” Amber said, “This feels really nice! Being filled up like this is a really unique feeling, I can see why you enjoy it so much Brianna!”

“See? It’s really great~” Morgan said, gently rubbing her hands against Amber.

Brianna couldn’t help it. She laughed. It was honestly kind of funny how much Amber was enjoying herself, and she wasn’t about to ruin her fun by pointing out how the transformations were usually involuntary. No need to spoil it, it was probably best to just relax and enjoy it.

Morgan winked at Brianna, as if knowing what she was thinking - which, in fairness, she totally could - before sliding her off the chair and unbuttoning her. First, Morgan jolted her with a bit of magic, causing the chest area of the shirt and jacket to expand so Brianna would fit a bit better. Then as she slid the shirt over her body, Brianna had the dual sensations of rubbing against Morgan’s body and rubbing against her mother as a bra, a feeling mirrored as the skirt was pulled on. One jacket and a tie later, Morgan was wearing both Amber and Brianna.

“Well girls, how do we look~?” she asked, as she walked over to a wall mirror and posed. She certainly made the outfit work, even more than Amber had - although, it was Morgan, and she made just about any outfit look stunning.

“We look fantastic!” Amber said cheerfully.

“Yeah, you look pretty good…” Brianna added.

“I couldn’t agree more! In fact…” A mischievous grin crossed Morgan’s face, and Brianna had a bad feeling about what was coming next. She wasn’t sure what, but that face was never a good sign.

Morgan started running her hands along her body again, from her hips to her chest. It felt nice, being pressed even closer against her, although Brianna wasn’t sure where this was going. “Oh!” Amber gasped as Morgan’s hands crossed over her panties.

It was about then that Brianna realized what Morgan was doing, and she couldn’t even begin to stop her since she was presently being worn. Morgan’s hands got more and more vigorous in their roaming, taking heaping handfuls of her bust to the unwitting pleasure of her garments. She reached up and loosened her tie and unbuttoned her jacket, then her shirt, letting her breasts breath a bit more. Brianna tried not to, but she couldn’t help herself. She moaned softly as Morgan’s hands massaged her own breasts, particularly the nipples, through her clothes - through both Brianna and beneath her, Amber. Both women were wracked with sympathetic pleasure as Morgan pleasured herself.

This wasn’t the first time Morgan had masturbated while wearing Brianna, but Amber was blindsided by the pleasure - she was moaning loudly as Morgan’s pricked up nipples pressed against her top half, while her bottom half started to grow damp as Morgan’s arousal started to seep out of her womanhood. While Brianna could occasionally get a word out, Amber was reduced to shocked moans and groans.

For several minutes, Morgan worked herself and by extension her living clothing over thoroughly, giving particular attention to her bust but making sure her crotch (and the skirt and panties covering it) didn’t go unattended. It felt so pleasurable, the feeling of Morgan pleasuring herself through them and clinging to her increasingly sweaty body. Eventually though, Morgan allowed herself to climax - and that in particular was mindblowingly pleasurable, as if Brianna had came herself (and presumably, Amber felt similarly), an explosive climax that left both the outfit and the lingerie speechless while Morgan cleaned herself up, along with the kitchen table, and started to prep the house for leaving. “I hope you enjoyed yourselves~”

“Morgan, what was… why did you…” Brianna stammered.

“Aaaaah~” Amber moaned, interrupting her, “That felt so nice~ Thanks a bunch, Morgan… and I thought I could tell why Brianna enjoyed this before, if that happens often I would want it too~” Brianna cut her complaint off at that. If Amber had enjoyed it, she could… let it slide this time… and it wasn’t like she hadn’t enjoyed herself, not that she’d ever admit it.

Morgan laughed softly as she locked the door and started down the sidewalk. “I think we look sexy enough that I’ll keep you for a bit~” Morgan said as she got out the door, and her clothes began to come to their senses. “It’s only Saturday evening, we’ve got a weekend to stick together. You’ll be back to normal in time for your Monday routine, I promise, and in the meantime, you two get some uninterrupted bonding time~”

Brianna ran through her mental calendar. “Well… I wasn’t planning on being a nice outfit for the weekend, but I don’t think I’d had any solid plans…” Brianna said. “You’re alright with that too, Mum?”

“Of course!” Amber said, “I didn’t have anything planned either, and I can’t think of a better way to spend it then as close as can be to my daughter! I get to spend time with you and with one of my best friends, with some potential benefits~ I don’t see a downside!”

At that, Brianna decided to just settle in. She did, after a fashion, enjoy the relaxation - her normal life was filled to the brim, between school and hero work, so not having to think about anything was a nice time. And besides that, she got to spend all her time close up with an impossibly sexy woman, and this time in particular the outfit she’d become was the type she’d love to wear herself. Between that, and spending time with Mum, she felt like she could enjoy this. “Well, since we’ve got the time, I guess we can chat…”

“Oh! How’re you doing in your classes?”

“You always ask that…”

“And I’m your mother, so it’s my job to worry about it. Well…?”

Brianna rolled her eyes internally, but she was happy about it - Mum would be Mum, even if she was lingerie at the moment. “Well, mostly going pretty well, although there’s this paper for Law that’s making me tear my hair out…”