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🕑 Added 2017-11-29 13:00:57 +0000 UTC Just a little bonus story while I get ready for the end-of-the-month push!MATCH
by Dan Standing
“Do you know who Mia Shenkova is? The Russian tennis player?”
The genie searched her new mistress’ mind and found the young woman she was referring to.
“Yes, I do now know of the attractive youthful athlete you call Mia Shenkova.”
“Yesh, she is hot isn’t she?” Liza sighed. The college co-ed seated before the genie on her dorm room bed wasn’t bad to look at, either. In fact, Liza and the Russian tennis superstar had bodies that were not dissimilar from each other. Both were blonde, with athletic trims, and just a slight curviness.
“For my first wish I want Mia Shenkova to remain youthful, athletic, and continue to play tennis for the next thirty years or so.”
The genie waved her hand, and on the other side of the globe a warm shiver weaved its way across Miss Shenkova’s sleeping body.
“Granted,” the genie replied, slightly confused as to why her mistress would spend a wish on a distant stranger.
“Excellent. Now, my next wish is that over the next six months Mia’s breasts would grow until they are larger than her head, becoming her favorite erotic bouncy playthings with nipples that constantly poke at whatever she wears and that starting now Mia loves her titties and whenever she is not playing or practicing tennis she fondles them through her sports bra because to touch them directly would be overwhelmingly pleasurable.”
Liza had miraculously gotten all of that out in one breath, and now fell backwards with deep gasps for air. The genie’s brow furrowed even more. As she waived her hand to grant the wish the genie thought she could catch a glimpse of Liza’s panties under her skirt, which had a dark stain of moisture spreading over them.
Across the planet Mia continued to sleep as her chest warmed, new cells of fat starting grow. She was wearing a nightshirt and without any conscious command her hands pushed through the sheets and gripped her enrobed breasts. Mia’s nipples gradually engorged and pushed out into her palms.
Liza was onto her last wish and for the first time in hundreds of years the genie had no idea what a mistress or master had in mind.
“For my final wish…” Liza started. He voice was shaky, not from any doubt but from an intense anticipation, as if a long-held fantasy was about to come true, “...I wish that you would turn me into a magical sports bra Mia is wearing, one that would stretch and tighten and support exactly how Mia would need to keep playing tennis to her best despite her growing bust, and that I would never become damaged or dirty and that Mia would always wear me and enjoy her titties through my embrace and support.”
The genie just stared at Liza for a moment before she waved her hand.
“Very well, mistress.”
And with a little pop of air Liza had vanished, her blouse and skirt and other clothes crumpling onto the bed.
Liza mentally gasped as she felt herself become mystic energy and zip across the planet. For a moment she felt as if her human body was reforming, but before she could become fully flesh and blood again Liza felt her arms and legs shift. They stretched backwards and her fingers and toes at first touched, but then began to interweave with each other. Her substance frayed and changed, her body becoming a series of stretchy fibers.
The sensation of alteration was incredible. Liza was reforming, her body shrinking in on itself, but despite the consolidation of mass she was also thinning out. Her head melted down into her chest, and while the rest of her body was pulling in on itself her breasts were flowing outward. Where her arms ended and her legs began were now indistinguishable straps of stretchy fabric. Her as had been pull back and stretched out, her navel opening up so that a woman’s torso could pass through it.
Changing metaphysically as she was Liza could not see her new form, but she could feel the front of her, most of which had been her breasts, was wide and had two shallow pools. The rest of her was warped backwards, forming an X of material.
Before that had fully rematerialized Liza felt herself slip through and over some things, one soft and light and the other heavy and warm. With a pop Liza was fully physical again.
And fully a sports bra.
Immediately she could feel that she was wrapped around a body. It was warm, the skin was smooth. Liza could feel two hard nipples pushing into the bra cups her breasts had become, while two hands on the other side massaged her. It was dark, and the attention being paid to Liza and the wonderful little tits held within her new form was so pleasurable that Liza passed out.
The new bra’s consciousness was awoken by light and movement. As Liza oriented herself she realized she could see, in a fashion. She could look in front of herself at a fixed angle, but not very far, only about six feet or so - and even that was like looking through a sheet of gossamer. As the body wearing her moved Liza could feel the breasts within her shift - they were slightly bigger than they had been when Liza embraced them the prior evening.
Speaking of embrace, the bra was still being massaged. It was difficult to see through the groping hands, but as Liza’s owner approached a full length mirror she could confirm that she was being worn by the beautiful Mia Shenkova. A warm flush washed over Liza as she finally confirmed that her wish had been correctly granted, a sensation similar to how good it felt when she’d become wet between her thighs.
Liza would have to learn an entirely new range of sensations now, she realized.
As wished Mia did not appear to be upset or particularly curious about her new bra or the sensation of her slowly growing breasts. She grinned and her lightly tanned face blushed as she now consciously groped at her chest. The tennis player had gone to be wearing only a pair of boy shorts and she quickly wiggled them down her legs. This was only so that Mia could squeeze her thighs together while she played with her tits - the idea of playing with anything else that would take her hands from her amazing breasts was an anathema to Mia.
Liza was at first disappointed that Mia removed her for that first shower that morning - but it would be the only and last time Mia did that. The moment the breast-enhancing woman laid her hands on her bare breasts - even at their modest apple size - she cried out in unbearable pleasure and collapsed to the floor, her pussy spurting gobs of juices. Liza giggled in joy as a barely recovered, sweaty, and gasping Mia climbed up and put her new sports bra back on.
From then on the pair were inseparable. Mia wore Liza in the shower, while practicing, during games, at night, all the time. Magically Liza would always dry out and always be the perfect amount of taught for whatever activity Mia was doing.
And she was getting to become very taught.
The growth was gradual, but being held so tightly to Mia’s chest at all times meant that Liza was exceptionally attuned to any changes. Every minute a little more wonderfully jiggly fat was bubbling up into Mia’s boobs, pushing Liza out and making her just slightly tighter. Month by month Mia’s cup size grew and grew, while Liza became more and more stretched.
The sensation of being pushed out by Mia’s bulbous breasts and spear-like nips was almost as delicious as the sensation of Mia’s hand playing with her. It was even better when Mia practiced or played. Liza could feel her form tighten and pull, becoming tougher and tougher as Mia became bigger and bigger. Holding back Mia’s breasts while she ran and jumped was like being at the edge of an orgasm and teetering maddeningly there, unable to push one’s self over.
It was after the games, when Liza would become relaxed and Mia’s breasts would bounce and jiggle and stretch her that Mia would finally let out a mental scream of pleasure, and another as her own would finally go out of sight within the locker room and grab her chest once more.
It was everything Liza could have ever hoped for. For her it was indeed the perfect match.
FIN
