You are in her underwear for days, and you continue to get mad that you are not worn as she takes other bras. Your fabric brain has has forgotten what she said about being stretched or even torn. All that occupies your mind is that you want to be worn, and she won't wear you.
A few days after John was turned into Kristina's bra, Kristina has a bunch of friends over. They are all drinking coffee, and talking about the kind of stuff the woman talk about. During the middle of their conversation, Kristina's friend Sarah's bra broke.
"I'm sorry, but Sarah, my bra strap just broke. I know I'm a little bigger than you, but could I borrow one of yours?"
"Sure, go right ahead" Kristina said. Sarah went into Kristina's room, and then picked the first bra she saw, quickly took her shirt off, disposed of the broken bra, and put the new one on. She went back into the living room, and continued discussing with the other ladies.
You are surprised when the person the opens the drawer is not Kristina, but Sarah. You are even more surprised when she takes you out. Why would she be wearing you? She's not the same size as Kristina, is she? All these questions are running through your fabric brain when you feel her large breasts pressed up against you. She pulls you hard as she wraps your straps around her back. Your fabric is stretched almost painfully, and you feel your hands clasp together, and you are forced to lift the two, large weights of Sarah's breasts. What you feel is a weird mixture of emotions. You feel just as aroused as you were when Kristina wore you, and you want to just relax in your pleasure. But the strain that Sarah's breasts are such hard work to keep up.
They bounce up and down, and you cannot hinder their movement. When Kristina wore you, you felt like you had control over her breasts. There was a good connection between you and them. They completed you can gave you warmth, while you held them up, and constrained their movement. Now these breasts controlled you, bouncing up and down inside Sarah's shirt. You are in a struggle between arousal and disgust. One must win, and you continue to feel the overly aroused feeling that her breasts give you. Your fabric is stretching. You hear and feel her talking to other woman, but you don't have enough concentration to comprehend what they're saying. Much of your concentration is devoted to holding up the gigantic breasts. You feel her breasts bounce up and down, and then you hear a car engine start. How are you going to get back to Kristina? Your being taken home by this girl that's a complete stranger to you, and chances are you'll become a permanent addition to her underwear drawer. Then you would probably be a bra forever, and you would never see Kristina again. Sure you could get used to these boobs being huge compared to Kristina's, but losing your life as a man completely, and having a life as a bra forever. That was too much. But you can't do anything, as you can't move at all.
"Ya'll want to go out to dinner since the men our out of town?" Sarah asked the others.
"Sure" Rita, another one of the girls asked.
"I need to take a shower, and then I'll be ready" Kristina said.
"I've got some errands to run" Sarah said. "What about six thirty, does that sound good?"
"Yeah" the others agreed. It was settled. They all went home, and you are stuck to Sarah's chest as she drives away, lost in an eternally chaotic mind of fabric.
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