Freshening Up

Good news: you were able to upload the padding from your bra.

Bad news: it was to grab a replacement pair of panties.

Your parents had gone to work. If they had investigated the bag from yesterday, they probably would have called out and had a huge discussion over it...and then they would have seen your wig.

You made a mental note of pianos that were about to drop unless you could find a way to get rid of this curse.

Your cock dragged you to the shower with giddy enthusiasm, "why are you so eager? I have to wash this stuff off me anyw-wait a minute, is this cum?!" You had a fleeting memory of the video displayed in the dream while not remembering the dream itself.

"Why did you cum on me when I was asleep?!"

"Because I wanted to, and you should know by now that thats reason enough," it said.

You felt that there was more to it, but you also felt that you didn't want to know. The building curse, the crossdressing, the cumming, GOING BACK TO THE PAST WHEN IT ENTERS YOUR MOUTH...it was beginning to feel like you were tangled up in something much larger than just a possessed cock. And you didn't want to know what that was until you could do something to prevent it.

The moment you got in the shower, you reached for your Mountain Rush body wash to wash it get launched out of the shower while bottles and accessories began to move around you- namely your mothers floral fragrant soaps, and her razorless hair remover. Realizing what was going on, you frantically tried to run out of the shower, but the shower curtain might as well have been a brick wall they way it refused to move at your touch. In such a tiny area you were helpless to the magical forces intentions.

Once they were done with you, the shower curtain opened and you saw the wig, bra, and one of the new pairs of panties floating and waiting. They assaulted you, equipped themselves on your body and pulled you out in front of the mirror.

Your spirit felt like it had hit rock bottom as you stared at the state that you've been reduced to...until your mother's cosmetic drawer opened and your rock bottom eroded beneath you revealing much deeper depths for you to fall into.

"Look at us...we look gorgeous!" It said when it finished making up your face, you groaned-having to study your reflection to find yourself in it.

Your attempt to process this new low was interuppted by the sound of a tissue being forcefully pulled from the box. You paused, but didn't see anything to warrant suspicion...until, like last night, the cups of the bra pulled forward and that tissue sound might as well have been a machine gun with its frequency as the tissues were pulled from the box and flew into the cups of your bra- padding it while you screamed "No more! Please! No more!"

A brief moment of humiliated respite came when the tissue box had been completely emptied. Your morning assault had ended...until the bathroom closet door opened and multiple boxes of tissues flew out, your bra extended out again as countless more tissues joined the others in their padding.

The empty boxes laid scattered on the floor as you stared slackjawed in the mirror. The view when they were filled with panties, from last night, was disappointing...this...this was terrifying. The bra jutted out significantly more. You were going to have a hard time hiding this addition...the wig was no longer your biggest fear.