This choice: She squishes her breasts together, squeezing him in the process. • Go Back...Chapter #6A punishing pleasure by: XYXX   Ms. Phillips put her hands to James the bra's sides and squeezed hard, squishing her breasts together. James felt a slight pain through his fabric body, but it was drowned out by the pleasure of being pushed against the warm, soft flesh of Ms. Phillips's boobs. She was probably hurting herself more than him. Realising this wasn't working, she stopped and stood in thought for a second.
"Hmph. So you like being my bra, do you? Well... I like this too! You're a perfect fit. That's what the spell does, after all."
James was a bit worried at this, but couldn't help continuing to cling to Ms. Phillips as tightly as his limited movement would allow.
"Maybe I'll keep you like this," she continued. "I'll keep my nice comfy bra and we can all forget James ever existed. Tell you what, we'll try this for a week and then see if you still want to change back. If not, I'll change all your friends and they can be happy too." She grinned evilly.
In truth, Ms. Phillps didn't intend to do that. Spiteful though she was, she wasn't going to keep James transformed forever, even if he was much more comfortable than her normal bras. Her words were meant to scare him, turning his pleasure against him by implying he could be stuck this way if he enjoyed it too much.
It worked, at least at first. James's physical pleasure was pushed to the back of his mind as he became terrified that this could be the end of his life. By the end of the week he could well be overcome by the blissful feeling of being worn and practically forget everything else, losing all desire to be human again. Then he'd be a mere object forever and nobody would ever know what happened to him. And if Ms. Phillips took that as her cue to transform his friends as well, his lack of willpower would be to blame.
So he tried to focus on how wrong this was, and how he had to resist getting used to it. But then Ms. Phillips began walking to her next class, causing her breasts to jiggle a little with each step. James felt an impact every time they fell, and felt as though he had to restrict their movement as much as possible. So again he started clinging to them as closely as he could.
"Oh, that's better," Ms. Phillips said. "Having an intelligent bra is pretty handy!"
By the time she sat down in the classroom, James had mostly forgotten his concerns. For the rest of the day he basked in the joyful feeling of pressing against Ms. Phillip's boobs. Only when she moved around did he briefly break out of his trance and start worrying again.
At the end of the day, Ms. Phillips took James off in her bedroom and placed him on her nightstand. He immediately felt deflated and incomplete. He spent the night praying for his humanity back, knowing he wouldn't really want it anymore when he was worn again.
The next morning, Ms. Phillips was woken by her alarm and began to leave the room before remembering the boy-turned-bra next to her bed. "Oh, good morning, James. Now, as lovely as you are, I can't wear the same bra every day. Maybe I should do something else with you today."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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