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Having spent most of the night separated from each other, Sofia knew something was up with Elizabeth. She had come back to her with this sort of smug grin plastered on her face, that and her outfit had changed. Her loose top was now replaced by a tighter one.

“So,” she began. “What’s got you so content tonight, and where did your other top go? It looked good on you.” Rather forwardly, Elizabeth replied, “I met this real cute girl and, well, she helped me spice up my wardrobe. She’s really helping to accentuate my goodies, hehe”

Sofia didn’t even have to ask more to figure out what happened; then again, she should’ve expected it. Her friend often had the habit of transforming random people into anything she needed at the moment, and well, she had done so now, although she understood why.

Whomever the ‘cute girl’ was made quite the top. She was perfect to really show off her friend’s envy-inducing cleavage, which she was barely concealing. Transformed into a small top, most of Elizabeth’s breasts leaked out of her.

“Well, you ain’t kidding, she is really showing off your goods,” she replied, raising her glass. “That’s all she can do, hehe,” Elizabeth said, clinking her glass against her friends. The two talked for a couple of minutes before Sofia went off again, probably to get more clothes.

Mary was still in shock, I mean, how could she not be? She had never heard of anyone transforming into clothes, let alone ever imagining herself being subject to it. Yet, here she was, herself transformed into a tight top.

It all happened rather quickly. She was talking to this rather sexy woman when said woman pulled her phone out and pointed it at her. Barely having any time to react, in the blink of an eye, she suddenly froze in place, then became fabric.

She watched as the hot woman grabbed her and stuffed her into her purse, blinding her. The next time Mary was pulled out was in the bar’s bathroom, where she saw the woman take off her previous top and, well, put her on.

It was quite the feeling as her body was wrapped around her giant breasts, her fabric barely able to contain them. It was only made ‘worse’ when she walked. As her breasts moved about, her fabric body was rocked with a mix of pain and pleasure.

All at once, it felt both incredible and painful to be wrapped around this woman’s breasts. Not only that, she was forced to taste them too. A taste which further added to her enjoyment of this. More than anything, she could taste her boobsweat.

Said sweat, which, the longer she was worn, seemed to influence her mind about this whole thing. The more she absorbed, the more she grew to enjoy being in this form, wanting to stay like this. Elizabeth always loved it when this happened to her new clothes, as they soon wouldn’t mind permanently entering her wardrobe.

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