This choice: She puts him in the laundry. • Go Back...Chapter #7James's week as a bra by: XYXX   "Well, I suppose I'd better get you washed," Ms. Phillips said, picking James up and dangling him by his strap. She noticed him wriggling a little, as if trying to escape her grasp. "Oh, that's cute. Don't worry, you'll feel better once you're clean."
She took him into the kitchen, placed him in the washing machine and then inserted a clump of clothing on top of him. James was flattened, and felt like he should be suffocating, but of course he hadn't been breathing in the first place.
Soon the machine started filling with water, and James was quickly soaked through. The sensation of his entire being getting drenched with soapy water was somewhere between drowning and feeling ill.
Then the spinning began. He tumbled helplessly around with the pile of clothing. It wasn't painful, but the repeated impacts against the inside of the drum were unpleasant. Every time the spinning stopped, he hoped it was over, only to be disappointed. When the machine finally did stop for good, he was left squished against the side of the drum for hours. All he wanted during that time was to be taken out and dried.
Eventually Ms. Phillips returned and placed James in the dryer along with some of the other clothes. James was sent tumbling around again, this time in an unbearable heat. He felt like he had to start sweating, but he became drier instead of wetter. He was relieved when the feeling of being soaked began to fade away. When the dryer stopped and the heat lessened, he was left feeling very clean. Cleaner than a person could ever be. It was a nice feeling, and almost made him think the whole ordeal had been worth it.
Again he was left laying still for hours, and over that time his sense of satisfaction at being clean gave way to rational thought. Not that it did him any good; he could only contemplate how helpless he was. He had no way of even trying to influence anything that happened. Contracting his cups was the only movement he was capable of, and it was only good for one purpose - the purpose his new form was made for.
At night, Ms. Phillips took James back to her bedroom and placed him on the nightstand again before going to bed. This time, he was positioned such that he could see her sleeping. The sight of her heaving bosom taunted him all night long, and he was disturbed to feel a strong desire to hold those glorious orbs once more. It was driving him mad, and the worst part was he couldn't possibly stop looking, having no eyes to avert or close.
After an eternity of insatiable, unwanted desire, morning came and Ms. Phillips finally awoke. When he saw her get up and leave the room, James was torn between excitement and dread, knowing she there was little time left before she wore him again. The tension in his mind rose as he listened to her showering.
Soon enough she returned and looked down at James, her bare, perfect boobs fully within his view. He wanted them so badly, and now he was about to get them. He couldn't help being thrilled.
"Ahh, today I get to wear my favourite bra," Ms. Phillips smiled. "What a treat... for both of us."
With that, she picked him up and put her arms through him. This was it! He braced himself as he felt her warm, soft flesh fit perfectly into his cups. By the time she fastened his clasp, he was overcome with bliss. Because he'd spent so long waiting for this, it felt even better than the first time. He contracted his cups and clung tightly to Ms. Phillips's breasts as she moved around.
The rest of James's week followed the same pattern of being worn one day and washed the next. Each time he was worn, he paid less attention to the world around him. He began to ignore everything he heard besides people talking. Then he started tuning out every voice besides that of Ms. Phillips. And then he stopped listening to her as well. After all, words were irrelevant to him. All that mattered was the movement of her breasts, which he became increasingly skilled at responding to with just the right level of tightness in his grip.
He began to enjoy his trips through the laundry too. He came to find the predictable motion of the washing machine relaxing, and while he didn't particularly like being soaked with water, he knew it was making him nice and clean. Likewise, the heat of the dryer no longer bothered him once he accepted that it did him only good.
And the nights spent longing for his life back gradually became nights spent longing to be worn again.
One week after James's transformation, Ms. Phillips put him on for what was meant to be the last time. She was supposed to change him back at school today, but she didn't really want to. He was so much better than a normal bra. She was sorely tempted to go through with her threat and keep him this way. And she could have this wonderful comfort every day if she transformed his friends as well. Her magic could make everyone forget they had ever existed, so nobody would miss them... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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