Made as a trade with @Summer-Meeks

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You had never expected this whole thing to fall apart so fast, but here you were. It all started simply enough. Recently, your girlfriend had told you about a fantasy of hers. It involved her transforming someone into her clothes and wearing them.

Given how hot and forward she was, you couldn’t help but agree to help partake in her fantasy. Despite how outlandish it sounded, it was honestly pretty easy for her to find a transformation spell. So, in no time, she transformed you.

Into what? Well, something about forcing you to be around her chest caught her eye. Ultimately, she turned you into a bra. However, she didn’t put you on at first. Instead, she decided to give you the full bra experience.

Thanks to this, you were put in her underwear drawer. There you sat for maybe a couple of hours. You could hardly tell, given that you were blinded. It was quite boring in there, especially since you couldn’t really do anything.

You were quite thankful when you heard and felt as your girlfriend opened the drawer back up again. However, as you caught sight of her, you realized it wasn’t her! Instead, it was your girlfriend’s mother!

In vain you tried to run away, but, well, bras can’t move. You were helpless as she scanned the drawer, her eyes ultimately landing on you. You watched as she reached in and grabbed you. She pulled you out, whereupon you noticed that she was topless.

In a state of shock, you tried not to believe that what was happening was happening. Although every time she’d move your fabric form, you would be brought back to the present. Rather uneventfully, she put you on. Being put on wasn’t as bad as you thought, although that was only for the moment.

As it turned out, she was taking you for a very specific reason. It was laundry day, and she needed a temporary bra for her workout. You just so happened to catch her eye. What followed was nearly an hour and a half of hard work and sweat.

Nearly every second, the boobs were swaying you about, rocking your form. It was quite hard to keep your thoughts together, given that one boob bounce would send them into disarray. Not to mention her sweat, an acrid and disgusting taste.

You were at once getting your mind melted by the motion of her boobs and having it be working in full force to taste her sweat. By the time the workout was over, you were both a sweaty mess, you more so. You were absolutely covered in and filled up with her boob sweat.

As soon as she finished the workout, she peeled you off. Your soiled form and her other workout clothes were unceremoniously brought to a nearby laundry hamper, which you were dropped in. As you lay above, under, and between her other dirty clothes, you just prayed that your girlfriend would find you soon.

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