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The first part of a new mini TF cap series. Based upon an idea by :iconthealexistempor:.

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Will this pain end already? I couldn’t dwell on this long as Saige moved her body again, clouding my mind for the hundredth time this hour. If it wasn’t Marsha I wouldn’t be here now.

A few days ago Marsha, my best friend, found out I was a lesbian. Normally with my, female, friends, there are two reactions. One of understanding, some are fellow sisters. The other, one of intrigue. Hers was a mix of both. She understood how I could be attracted to the masterpiece which is the female body but was wondering in what ways I found it attractive. She asked me if there was anything she could do for me that would help me get with beautiful women. You see, Marsha’s a witch. Any chance she can get she does something, good or bad, to someone in or non-witch friend group. I firmly said no, it would be weird to spend some time with another woman with the main driving force behind it being magic out of our own control.

Today I woke up in a strange place. Opening my ‘eyes’ all I could see was darkness. I couldn’t move, talk, or do anything that a human could. I weirdly felt that I couldn’t breathe, although it seemed as if I didn’t need to. From what seemed to be the back of my mind I heard a voice, Marsha’s voice.

“It’s great to know you’ve woken up. I’ve got a spiritual line that tells/shows how you are doing and feeling at this exact moment. You probably noticed that you are in a weird location although it really isn’t. It’s our friend Saige’s underwear drawn. You also may have noticed you can’t do normal human things, well that’s intentional. If you haven’t figured it out already I transformed you into one of Saige’s bras. I figured I would be able to help you out to get with women, me using my magic and you being a lesbian. I hope you enjoy the next day as a bra. Also, Saige is completely unaware of who you are now, you’re just a regular bra to her.”

Just then the drawer was pulled out and above me was Saige, topless. Her slender fingers reached out and grabbed me. I was pulled up her left arm, then her right, and fixed securely to her chest. Her body heat radiated off onto me. Her breasts were firmly and heavily planted in/onto what seemed to be two halves of my face. Her nipples poked directly into my eyes. She moved suddenly and my mind went fuzzy. I was quickly keyed into how unbearable it was to be a bra. Having the heavy weight of two uncaring boobs pushing down onto you while also being inside of you. Then having the responsibility to try and contain these heavyweights was straining, mentally and physically.

My very shape defined by two breasts belonging to a friend. Each minute movement Saige made eventually pushed my already weakened mind into a mix of ecstasy and pain. I couldn’t imagine how Marsha thought I would enjoy this, It was just pure torture. I recalled how she said that I was going to be like this for the entire day. I couldn’t imagine being like this for another minute let alone a whole day. As Saige swayed her body again I hoped this was the last time Marsha “helped me out.”