They sure are, and you don't care

As Kate shrieked, she attracted the attention of a couple others in the park. A strolling couple holding hands glanced at her from another path couple dozen yards away, and a male jogger coming toward her stopped dead in his tracks.

Kate tried to grab the silver cups to control them, and you strained the fabric as far out as it would go, preventing her from getting a grip. The approaching male jogger watched this happen, letting out an audible "whoa". The very pretty jogger in front of him seem to be toying with her out of control bra, and he wondered if it was a malfunction of some sort — one of those inflatable 'add 2 cups' deals. He'd never seen that kind of feature on a sports bra.

By now Kate realized she was being watched, and glancing up at the jogger in front of her made her blush even as she was dealing with the bizarre situation. She couldn't exactly ask for help. What was he going to do...grab her tits for her? She also couldn't explain what was happening, because she had no idea what was happening. She finally let go of the bobbling cups and looked down at herself awkwardly.

Now that Kate relented, you took the opportunity to morph the silver fabric into cartoon-like torpedo shapes, perking them up to shoot out from her body parallel to the ground. The jogger across from her watched; his eyes bulging as he watched her chest change shape.

Using your full control of the bra, you filled the space between the two fabric layers with nothingness and made the soft black cotton lining caress Kate's tits beneath the silvery polyester balloons exposed to the public.

"Oh God, you've got to be kidding me," Kate moaned, lifting the torpedoes and trying to figure out what was happening to her. You pinched her nipples ever so slightly as she lifted her tits; she whined a little at the sensation.

"Are you…okay?" The male jogger asked, approaching her cautiously.

Kate had to say something.

"I have...no idea what's happening here," she replied. "It's--*these* aren't me," she added, still holding her hands under the torpedo tits being shaped by her silver sports bra.

"How exactly is it doing that?" He asked. Kate shook her head.

“I don't have any idea,” Kate responded, looking down at her chest as you began to make the torpedo shapes start wobbling again. “It just suddenly started happening." You tugged her forward, and she stepped with a lunge to rebalance herself. "Now it's — it's pulling me!" You tugged again, leading her left and attempting to **** her to move her legs. "I can't — help me…help me stop!" The jogger held his arms out to his sides, unsure of how appropriate it would be to handle this woman by her malfunctioning sports bra. Though, if you are being honest, some part of him certainly wanted the torpedo shapes to slam right into him. He pivoted right as you pivoted her left, mirroring your movements even when you tried to make Kate feint in the opposite direction.

When you realized that you couldn't get past him with Kate's awkward footing working against you, you decided to try something drastic — something that was going to take the sports bra's material strength to its limit.

I can handle it, I'm double stitched, the bra told you in response to your plan. With all the extra confidence you needed, you inflated the torpedoes, the straps, and even the backing of the bra itself — gripping every square inch of Kate's torso that you came in contact with on the black cotton lining layer. You strained every last stitch of the bra as you willed the form skyward, pulling Kate to her toes and then right off the ground with much less effort than you expected. Kate squealed as she lifted into the air, grabbing the balloon shapes at her chest and kicking her feet. Now the male jogger gasped and put his arms up to defend himself against Kate's legs, crouching to avoid being kicked squarely in the face.

Other people in the park were certainly paying attention now as they saw what appeared to be an attractive blonde woman with inflated tickets sailing along the park's path, 6 feet or more into the air. You could feel Kate's hardened nipples, and even in the form of the bra you could feel your arousal heightened by her confusion, embarrassment, and stimulation. You formed emulated hands from the inside of the lining, gripping Kate's tits and massaging them.

"What — what the hell is happening here?!" Kate stuttered, beginning to lose control with her very grip on reality. At this point, you weren't concerned about who noticed the strange phenomenon. You were beginning to imagine getting a hold of Kate's luscious tits in your own body. If you could exercise this level of control as an enchanted bra, you imagined that there were a plethora of options open to you now that your mother's clothing was encouraging you to learn from the magic book.

Let me bring her to you, Adam. The bra said, understanding your intentions. Snap back into that virile teenage body of yours and I'll bring her right to your doorstep.

You mentally tell the bra not to make the journey before the last two blocks too conspicuous, and laughter echoes in your consciousness.

Don't micromanage me, boy toy. I'm going to deliver her, and you can take it from there. Just promise me you're not going to leave me out of your playtime. You can feel your own excitement as the enchanted bra reassures you, and the moment you will it so, you can feel your own heart thumping.

Suddenly, you are in your own house again — lying on your mother's own bed with an empty outfit standing over you. A red satin blouse and black leather skirt stand next to the bed with a white apron tied over them. Beneath the skirt, a pair of translucent tan stockings descend into the red flats that got you off weeks ago. One of the white gloves was gently pulling at your inflated cock, while the other held onto the book.

"Mmm...welcome back, honey. I take it you had a good time?" You give the outfit a look up and down and swallow hard, nodding your head.

"I'm not sure what got into me," you say, "but I think that bra we enchanted is bringing mom's trainer back here."

"Well, of course she is…" The outfit replied, sitting next to you on the bed as its glove continued to jerk you off. "That's what you asked her to do. Shall we get ready to receive your guest?"