Contains: [F/f Flattening and Inanimate/Clothing Transformation]

“You want me to do what with me?!” asked Brittany, shocked by the eagerness in which Sabrina told her what she wanted to do.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun. From what I’ve heard it feels great to be worn. Besides I’ve caught you staring at my boobs before.” retorted Sabrina.

“But to become your bra. I love you, platonically, but not enough to be that intimate with you. Plus, you’ve never made human clothes before.”

“I love you too. But we're not doing anything that intimate. All we are doing is transforming you into a bra, for a little while, and having you be worn by me. You're not going inside me, nor are we doing anything sexual.”

“I understand that…but…it still makes me worry. I know you are able to sew pretty well but with fabric and leather, not me.”

“I understand your concern. However, it doesn’t seem like sewing you up will be that difficult. When your flattened your skin becomes almost like pleather. If you do allow me to make you into my bra I’ll make it up to you.”

“How so?”

“When I reform you I’ll allow you to make me into anything you want.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Alright…deal. Just don’t treat me like a regular bra. I am still human after all.”

“Sounds good. I’ll go grab the rolling pin and you go lay down on my dining room table.”

Sabrina had been fascinated by human clothing for a while now. Ever since hearing the first mentions of it from her friends, she knew she had to try some out.

‘It feels incredible.’

‘It’s so comfortable, so warm.’

‘You’ll never want to take it off.’ They’d say.

She’d been wanting to make some human clothing for a few months and was just waiting to find the right person who wouldn’t say no to being worn. She found that person in her friend Brittany. Young, adventurous, willing to do just about anything, and a part of the community.

“Do you want me to be naked for this or not?” asked Brittany.

“Naked, it’d make it much easier for when I make you into the bra.” replied Sabrina

Getting off the dining room table, Brittany proceeded to strip down. Sabrina, looking over her, never realized how beautiful Brittany’s body was. She couldn’t dwell on this now, she had a bra to make.

Laying back down on the table she noticed how cold it was. ‘Hopefully, this part doesn’t take too long’ thought Brittany, adjusting to its coldness.

“Alright, what I’m going to do now is roll this rolling pin over you. It’ll get the best results in flattening you, plus I’ve heard that it’s the most pleasurable way to be flattened. Please try not to move while I do this, I want to have a nice large sheet of you to use.”

Moving the rolling pin over to Brittany’s feet, Sabrina began to flatten her. It took a bit of pressure but she was able to completely flatten her feet. Looking up she noticed the look on Britany’s face. A mix of discomfort yet enjoyment.

“Feels pretty good, huh. It only gets better from here.”

With the extra bit of motivation from her reaction Sabrina made her way up her friend's legs, noticing how easy it was to flatten this part of her.

She got up to her friend's pussy and had to make a choice. She could either seamlessly flatten her privates in one go, or prolong this and make her friend enjoy this part. Sabrina chose the latter.

It was obvious that Brittany was really enjoying this when Sabrina heard panting and a loud, breathy moan escape her soon-to-be-flattened lips.

Looking up again Brittany’s face was contorted in a way to show she was close to climax, something she wouldn’t be able to do while flattened.

Snickering to her herself, Sabrina flattened the rest of Brittany’s body, save her head and throat.

“So, before this part is complete and you’re unable to talk, wish to say anything else?”

“Ye..s…..Don’t….stop!”

“Will do hun.”

She then slowly rolled the pin up her friend's neck and face. As she flattened her mouth, Brittany let out a quiet moan. The last time she could say anything or make any nose for the rest of this journey.

Rolling the pin over Brittany’s head for the last time, Sabrina looked out onto her handy work.

Layed out in front of her was the two-dimensional visage of Brittany. She looked more like a cardboard cutout than a living, breathing human. Rubbing her finger up and down the woman's leg she noticed how Brittany seemed to vibrate at this.

‘Interesting, that’ll come in handy later.’ she thought.

Going into her craft she grabbed her sewing kit. From it she grabbed a pair of scissors, some thread, another bra, and her guide.

The guide was to figure out which parts of Brittany became what.

Arms became the straps, hands became the outside cups, her head and breasts became the inside of the cups, and the rest of her chest became the side and back of the bra.

Carefully, she cut off Britany’s arms as if they were regular cloth. It seemed as if she enjoyed this, Brittany was intensively vibrating. Setting the arms aside she divided the rest of her up. Leaving her waist and below as one piece. She quickly got to work constructing her new bra.

Sabrina sewed her hands to a part of her chest, creating the front. Then sewed her arms to the left and right corners of her hands. She carefully attached the sides, making sure they were even. She flipped the front over and got ready to make the inner cups before realizing that she never asked Brittany an important question.

Looking down at Brittany’s face she told her “What I’m going to do now is to figure out which bra cup you want your face in. I’ll point to one of my breasts and rub my finger over you. You just have to vibrate as hard as you can for whatever boob you what to be face to face with.”

She moved her finger down onto the flattened woman’s face. She pointed to her left breast and began stroking her slightly, this elicited a small vibration.

Moving her finger to her right breast she rubbed Brittany ever so lightly. She practically vibrated off the table at this.

“Alright then. I don’t know how to take your response but I’ll take it as a compliment.”

She sewed her face into the right cup, noticing how hot Brittany was getting. Finishing up the front and inside of her new bra she got ready to make it’s back. She attached the rest of Brittany’s chest to the bra and now she needed to attach the bra’s hook.

She took the other bra she brought and cut its hooks off. She glued and sewed them onto Brittany.

“I guess she’s ready to wear now.”  she said outload to noone but herself.

Taking off her shirt and previous bra she set them aside. She then put her on, giving Brittany a face full of tit. Hooking her she realized something. All of what her friends said was true.

Human clothing was comfortable and warm. Brittany felt better than any of her other clothing. They were right; she didn’t want to take her off. Sabrina wanted to keep her. But she couldn’t do that right, Brittany was a human.

Was a human. She wouldn’t mind it Sabrina kept her for a little while, right? She would pay her back someday, just not right now. Sabrina put her shirt back on and left her house, ready to show her friends the fruits of her labor.

It had been a few months since she made her bra and Sabrina was cleaning her house. She was reorganizing her closet and found a small box. Inside of it was Brittany’s lower half, still as flat as ever.

“I almost forgot about you, little bra.” she said, looking down at Brittany who she was currently wearing.

Sabrina wondered what else she could make with Brittany, but that would be going against what she said. She wanted to make a bra out of Brittany, nothing else.

She also wondered what Brittany would transform her into after she reformed her. Rubbing her finger over her right bra cup she conceited to reform Brittany in a few months. Or maybe not, she made a great bra.