Become one of the Enchanted Bras

“Mom’s personal trainer,” You say. “I saw one of her workout tops in there, didn’t I?”

“Someone was paying awful close attention to all those lovely clothes,” your mother’s red flats said. “What did you want to know about Kate, darling?”

“The enchantments,” You say, narrowing your eyes. “Are they, like, living things?”

“Not like you or your mother, or your friend Denise,” They respond. “You like Kate’s clothes, Adam? You’d like to see more of them?” You shake your head as a smile curls over your face.

“I wanna be able to control that silver bra,” You say. “Not like...with my hands or something. I wanna be able to, like...see and feel, as the enchantment itself would.”

Laughter. Rich, silky laughter from the red flats. The gloves’ voice echoed their own laugh.

“Oh, Adam...you’re not the least bit disappointing.” The gloves pointed at the book, which fluttered to another page relating to ‘animated objects, possession of’. When the gloves held the page out to you, it was another straightforward cast with a couple unclear variable rules…which you had plenty of questions about.

“What happens when I’m ‘in’ the bra?” You ask.

“Well, you are the bra, sweetie. You’ll be able to control your own parts at their material strength—unless you modify that with another cast entirely.” Not what you’re asking.

“I mean, what happens to ME? To my body?” You cross your arms, stepping back from the book.

“We sit here and watch over you just like a good mommy would,” The red flats say, unnerving you a little. And, once again, they seem to sense your withdrawal. “Adam, after all this--do you really believe we would let any harm come to you, let alone inflict it upon you?”

You can’t really argue with that. Not well.

“And I can come back as easily as it describes?” You ask, looking down at the book once more. Apparently all you had to do was imagine yourself in your body again.

“It can’t be helped that you don’t understand the magic,” The gloves chimed in. The right one pointed to a line of text. “You aren’t possessing the bra with your whole soul, you silly thing—just your focal prime. It’s not as if you’re truly ‘leaving’ you. You simply have no focus on your body—and it more or less sleeps.” That still doesn’t sound ideal to you, but you’re learning magic here.

You pretty much have to trust that the magic things are going to teach you magic. Whatever they do with your body when you’re not there...well--you were literally becoming someone else’s gym clothes. Maybe you didn’t have room to get all touchy about personal space.

They had you sitting on their bed when you read the spell. When it took effect, you didn’t remember any moment after—no slumping back or hitting the bed—no swaying or bobbing at all.

Once you read the words, you were simply going. Like a high-frequency wave, your consciousness was pulled through walls and empty space, between roads and houses until it was one with the fabric of the silvery double-D cupped sports bra a couple of blocks away.

You’d been hiding in the closet. For some reason, you knew that. You had stayed filled out, too—because you’d liked the feeling so much. You absorbed all these realizations for a few moments as you felt out your body. Soft, silvery cups. Massive, soft orbs on an lean, athletic frame. The tits you’d held were not only massive—they were perky and they were supported by a very, very fit body.

And then it hit you—you had absorbed all the bra’s memories from the moment it had come to life. You even remembered the moment you were sailing up the walkway, spotted by the paperboy as he biked past, confused enough to stare, but too scared to stop.

‘not living things like you or your mother’, the gloves had said. You hoped you didn’t destroy some kind of nascent intelligence by becoming the thing.

Oh my god, get over yourself and use me all you want! You hear. It’s the bra. Of course it’s the bra, you twit! You’re in my threads. You finally grasp the sum of what’s going on, and you let her take the controls once more—with you keeping your focus on her. No, listen—I said use me all you want! I’m made from your magic, remember? It’s pretty much an honor to be a host to you.

You’re getting a very welcoming feeling, but just because you’re invited to drive the ship doesn’t mean you know the first thing about being a bra.

Listen, just drop before she opens the doors. She’s always looking for us. Once she puts us on...just follow those extremely keen instincts of yours.

While you’re waiting for Kate, you get a feel for moving around—puffing out your tits, bending your torso and sliding your straps around. You’re having so much fun that you almost don’t notice when Kate comes into the room. Her light footfalls are just barely audible to you when you drop to the floor a split second before she opens her closet.

She picks you up immediately. Her fingers are electric to you, and when she grips your fabric you have to remind yourself not to grip back. Not yet, at least. She holds you up to her face, smelling the bra. You’re clean, but for the magically spun gossamer of your cum woven into the bra to enchant it earlier that day. Something marks her as strange about the scent—a different detergent? Whatever it is, it’s not the scent of a wash-ready sports bra. She probably knocked it off the shelf looking for something else.

You don’t have eyes, but you have a sort of psychic spatial awareness of anything within the sightline of your threads. A sort of multiscopic sight that looks a little trail heavy...and somewhat glossy.

I don’t notice anything...because I’m me. If I had to take a guess, though—it’s because you’re silver now.

This made enough sense to you that you didn’t consider the magical optics of your sports-bra form any further. Now, there was more the consideration of sharing your every thought with--

Relax, honey! I love feeling up Kate’s tits too—and I can’t wait to try out my new abilities. But...it just so happens that you’re even more primed to move us to the next level than I am. It’s why you’re...wait. Ooooh, ohmigod, here it comes.

You felt yourself flipped upside down, and then righted again after my backstrap glided over a tuft of glossy, platinum blonde hair pulled into a pony tail. You were on her shoulders. Against her back.

Oh, and it’s not even the good part yet…

Kate pulled the silvery fabric down over her tits, shuffling herself around a bit to fit against the cups. You were only too happy to shift yourself a bit, gently tugging just when she did so that you might get away with some slight movement against her massive tits.

They were warm. They were heavy and pushing against you in all directions. You were holding—literally holding—Kate’s tits.

Do it. Do anything. You’re killing me just soaking all this up when you know you can do anything with me…

But you wanted to savor the moment. Let her get her workout gear on and go outside. Let her get out on the street and jogging when suddenly…

The woman gasped, looking down and smoothing the bra against her tits. Something had just pinched against her nipple, but...it couldn’t have actually been the bra, right? It felt fine now.

Oh, you’re cute. That was a clever little one.

You hoped the enchantment couldn’t see every detail you were planning. You tried to focus on control for now so that you could surprise her later.

Well, aren’t you a sneaky little perv?