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“Goddamn it, Lindsey! I expected you to last the entire month, not just two weeks! I should’ve known you’d break easily, you’re just that type. You’ve never supported me before, so why did I think you’d be able to do it as my bra? I hope you’re happy with yourself.”

“Now, you’ll make your way in a landfill somewhere. That’s right, you’re of no use to me now. All you are now is just another ruined bra.” Sam just went on and on, really putting in how mad she was at her. Mad was quite the understatement, she was pissed.

All that Lindsey could do was silently whimper; besides that, she could do little of anything. There was nothing she could’ve done to avoid it, her body simply gave out. Now, from the looks of it, she was never going to become human again.

Sam didn’t really know why she did it in the moment, but she transformed her into a bra. She just got the urge to transform her. Though her decision to was undoubtedly inspired by how unsupportive she had been.

Her friend always had the habit of not helping her out, so this new form of hers was rather fitting. Now, she had nothing else to do but support her friend. That and be a good bra, though she didn’t have to try much.  Human clothes always felt the best.

From there, day in and day out, she spent her time as her friend's bra. It was quite straining. Her body constantly filled by the mammoth breasts and weight, squeezing into her, threatening to tear her apart. Truth be told, it was quite painful. 

In addition to her body being ravaged by her giant breasts, so were the rest of her senses. The two bbobs filled her mouth with their taste. Some days they had been washed, others not. For the most part, the taste of her boob sweat filled her tongue.

Initially, she found it quite gross, especially with how salty it was. Although the longer she was worn by her, the more her mind got molded by it. The salty liquid had quite the effect on her. In only a week, she had learned to enjoy being her bra.

By the time she broke, she learned to love it. Taking pleasure in her role as her best friend’s breast support. The taste, sweat, and smell of her boobs growing fond on her. It was especially shocking given that she was straight.

At least, she ‘was’ straight. Now, though, she was certainly leaning towards being quite sapphic. As such, she was more than devastated when she fell apart. Now her time at her breasts was over, now her home would be the landfill, not her underwear drawer.

Sam in fact wasn’t going to damn her friend to that, despite what she said. She’d keep her in her trash for a few days before transforming her back. It turns out that she is lying with regard to not knowing why she transformed her. She did so to show Lindsey what she was, not straight.

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