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A Supportive Wish
🕑 Added 2018-09-11 13:06:09 +0000 UTC Before traveling I admit I had hit a bit of a mojo drain. I'd hoped a weekend adventure would give recharge, but the weather threw everything for a loop and then I got/am sick. So this is just a rough 1,300+ exercise to try and get myself back into the writing mood. I tried to to throw in something a bit different than the usual TFs I've written a lot of lately. Hope it's fun! Please forgive a lack of editing!~dS
A Supportive Wish
by Dan Standing
“I just wish I could hold her breasts without having to explain why I want to!”
Debbie probably should have used her last wish to make herself less shy, or more outgoing, or really better than what she’d said without thinking in frustration.
But she was distracted. Debbie had already wished to make herself “so beautiful anyone woman I find attractive who sees me will want to touch me without being jealous of any other.” That had, of course, included herself, and Debbie had spent the last hour in front of her mirror naked and running her hands over herself. That had been her first wish.
Her second came near the end of the hour. Frustrated by how horny she was making herself, Debbie wished that her body was “more erotically sensitive to touch.” Instantly her legs had gone weak as the touch of her fingers just on the sides of her stomach caused her to whimper in pleasure. Debbie finally tore her eyes from the mirror and caught her breath as she leaned against her dresser.
Standing where she was Debbie could look across at her roommate’s side of the bedroom. This reminded her of how much she secretly lusted for Carolyn. How Debbie’s first wish had been to make herself more alluring so as to attract the woman that so far had shown no romantic interest in Debbie.
Debbie’s impromptu third wish had come when she realized she wouldn’t know what to say to Carolyn when she was suddenly driven to touch Debbie, likely making her cum at the first moment of contact.
Whatever the reason or lack of forethought, a wish was a wish. The magic clover Debbie had found lost its last leaf and disintegrated away. As Debbie held up her hand to watch it’s green dust drift away she saw that the surface of her skin was taking on a strange pattern. Her hand was looking darker, and...stretchy?
Suddenly Debbie felt her feet lift from the ground, and she was magically held aloft. Her examination of her hand was cut short as it was pulled behind her, and her fingers gripped her toes. With a pleasant warmth feet and hands were fused together, and the joined loops of her limbs pulled out and thinned.
Debbie’s torso was swiftly changing, the mass of her body compacting and thinning. Her neck and head pushed down into her shoulders, and her breasts were expanding out to take up most of her mass. Her pussy merged with the expanding surface of her bust, and with her head completely pushed down into her breasts Debbie was little more than two tits with loops for limbs. The last change was her ass-cheeks stretching outward, and then coming back to join with themselves and the lower part of her limb rings.
This entire time Debbie’s muscles and bones and skin were changing into a light stretchy material. Overall it was dark blue, but in places parts of Debbie’s former anatomy was conserved as stitched designs. Centered beneath her “breasts” was a little V representing her pussy. To circles that looked like target-style logos were what her nipples had become. Centered above her “breasts” were diamonds that, if you knew Debbie’s eye color, matched them perfectly. In fact, Debbie could still see through these. Just above them a little wisp of yellow edging was all that remained of her blonde hair.
The entire time her body was altering Debbie was in bliss. The loss of her ridgid form and the experience of becoming soft fabric had been divine, her entire form vibrating in pleasure. As her transformation completed and the magic ceased holding her in the air Debbie nearly came as she fell onto the floor. From that angle she couldn’t see the mirror, but if she’d had the right angle Debbie would have realized she’d become a sports bra.
She laid on the floor perfectly still and helpless for about another hour before the dorm door opened. Debbie hadn’t really noticed that passage of time, as the rough carpet beneath her was a delight to lay upon. But as she saw Carolyn walk in Debbie instantly blushed.
Well, on the inside. The stretchy sports material made no indication that the object of her lust had come back from class. Debbie watched, for the first time frustrated that she was so helpless and could not approach her roommate, as Carolyn put down her bag and checked her phone. After a moment she turned to go to her own dresser when she caught sight of the sports bra lying on the ground.
Normally Carolyn would have ignored her roommate’s discarded laundry, but thanks to Debbie’s first wish Carolyn found herself inexplicably drawn to it. She immediately walked over and picked it up, Debbie mentally screaming out in excitement as she was gripped. Carolyn held up her formerly human roommate and examined the pattern on the sports bra with curiosity, and then was compelled to nuzzle the bra to her face.
Almost instantly Carolyn realized what she was doing was strange, but...she didn’t want to put down the amazing bra. So Debbie squealed to herself in delight as Carolyn stripped off her top one-handed and then pulled the bra on over her generous breasts - two of the things Debbie had most lusted for.
Debbie’s mind was lost in pleasure as her fabric form was stretched and twisted while she was pulled over Carolyn’s head, arms, and tits. Finally she felt her lower band snap into place across her roommate’s lower ribs. Debbie was practically panting as she realized she was literally holding Carolyn’s boobs. They were big and heavy and bouncy and pushed exquisitely into the rear of Debbie’s breast-cups. Debbie mentally whimpered that she was permanently faced away from them, but took solace that nearly her entire form was holding the chest she’d so coveted - and all of her was wrapped around Carolyn.
What Debbie could do was watched as Carolyn checked herself out in Debbie’s mirror. The sports bra was just a little small on her, but not so much it was uncomfortable enough to remove. Carolyn ran her hands up her sides and cupped her breasts through the fabric. Debbie felt her wearer’s nipples get harder and stab into her, and she cooed to herself.
Carolyn was clearly struggling with why she was so obsessed with this bra. She told herself that since she was wearing a sports bra she should make use of it, and Debbie held back Carolyn’s bobbing breasts as she slipped off her shoes and pushed down her jeans.
In short order Carolyn was dressed in sneakers and running shorts. She jogged in place a few steps, and both women hummed at the sensation of Carolyn’s flesh pillows pushing at Debbie’s support and resistance. Satisfied, Carolyn stepped out of the dorm.
There had been the intention for Carolyn to go outside and jog, but before she could get four bouncy paces down the hallway a fellow dorm mate stepped out from the showers. Lacy was a mousie one, someone Debbie had found pretty - not gorgeous, but certainly still attractive. She had a towel wrapped around her hair and body, and was carrying her shower caddy.
Which she practically dropped when she saw Carolyn - or, more specifically, what/who Carolyn was wearing. Instantly she was staring at Carolyn’s chest.
“I, uh, where did you get that sports bra?” Lacy quietly said, taking a few steps closer to Carolyn.
“I found it, I think...I think it’s Debbie’s.”
Carolyn found that she wasn’t at all concerned about Lacy staring at her chest like she was. It was a beautiful bra, shouldn’t anyone be allowed to admire it? To...touch it?
“May I?” Lacy asked, holding a hand up gingerly. Carolyn paused a moment.
“Sure.”
The moment Lacy realized the answer was affirmative she’d pushed her whole hand entirely over the left cup of Debbie. She yelped in pleasure as she was squeezed from two sides, by hand and tit. Carolyn’s nipple flushed harder and Debbie thought maybe it would pierce her.
The sensations were exquisite. Debbie was cumming over and over as Lacy massaged the bra, and Carolyn did nothing to stop her. Carolyn was even enjoying the attention.
No one noticed that the cheerleader team had just come back from practice.
Comments
Catfish Hunter
I'm not normally a fan of being turned into objects, but this is very nice!
