Bit of a Mishap, Bra Tf

Lorain lay atop her Boyfriend Thomas in his bedroom, the two enjoyed a cozy cuddle session during a late summer afternoon. Unperturbed by any outsider despite Thomas’s family wondering about just outside the room.

“Mmmm, you’re a good pillow…” Lorain muttered whilst Thomas stroked her hair.

“Yea? You feeling cozy?”

“Yep, but I need you closer…”

“Closer? We’re already practically as intertwined as we can get.”

“Yea? What about being wrapped around me? You’d look adorable wrapped around me as pajamas or something…”

“Sounds fair I suppose, but I think i’d be cozier if you turn into a nice pair of boxers to get all crusty?”

“Mmmmm na, I think you’ll do better around me..”

“Well that depends on who can grab the Inanimate Powder first.” Thomas looked over and to his nightstand to see the vial of powder already in the clutches of his sleepy girlfriend.

“Looks like you’re going to become a nice set of pajamas..”

“Fine that’s fair, get off me and I’ll gladly be wrapped around you for a while.”

“But you’re so cooozy, just stay still and I’ll Tf you now.”

“You know the rules, we might merge into the same item if you’re still atop me. Now get off.”

In the tussle to push Loraine off him, the vial opened and instantly warped the two people. Leaving a single gray Calvin Klein bra where the two teens once were.

“The hell…” Thomas though as he stared at the ceiling, it knew he has transformed, yet was confused as to were Lorain went.

“Thomas? Hello? You Tf’ed me, what did you turn me into?”

“Lorain? I also Tf’ed, we must have merged, I warned you this would happen.”

“Well uhh, can you tell what we are? I just see your ceiling.”

“Same here, we are probably just one of our clothes. Surely one of my family members will peek in and see what’s going on.”

“No, They will peek in and see a crop top or jeans or whatever we are and throw us in with the rest of the laundry.”

“They will see the empty vial and not find us and put two and two together, let’s just relax ok? We are being directly hit by the window. And I know I’m cozy as hell right now.”

“Fine, but if we get thrown in the washing machine, I’m turning you into a Pad next time i need one.”

The bra sat quietly on the bed for 2 hours before anyone would renter the room. That person being Thomas’s older sister Sara.

“Hey Tom, have you seen where the..” Sara called out only to find a severe lack of younger brother and accompanying partner.

“Thomas? Lori? Are Y’all there?” Sara’s eyes wondered to the bed to see the lone bra sitting alone, she walked over and scooped up the couple.

The 2 people residing in the bra pleaded helplessly for Sara to look back at the bed and see the empty vial, frugally as Sara slung the bra over shoulders and walked back into her room. The couple was promptly thrown into a drawer of other bras and forgotten about.

The bra remained in the drawer until the next morning, where the couples bickering was interrupted by Sara’s large hand scooping them up to a harrowing sight. A topless Sara plucking them up and hooking them onto her chest.

“SARA YOU IDIOT! TAKE US OFF RIGHT NOW!”

“SARA!!! IM YOUR BROTHER! GET US OFF YOUR CHEST NOW!”

The yells for help remained unheard as Sara put on a T-shirt.

“Shit she still can’t hear us, how are you holding up over there?”

“Horribly, her left fucking tit feels like a Boulder is crushing me.”

“Same goes for me, I think we are going to snap soon.”

“I doubt that, Tf’ed clothes are supposed to be more durable.”

“Well IM going to snap if we have to keep up with any more of this.”

“Please just remain calm, we will get out of this eventually… although.”

“Although WHAT?”

“Sara’s a slob, we might get drenched in sweat and B.O. before we turn back…. Think you can handle that until we change back?”

“…”

“Lorain?”

“IF we get out of this, I’m never letting you live this down.”

“Hey! you grabbed the powder first. If anything I should be holding this against you! Turning you into a cock sleeve or whatever you’re implying there.”

“Whatever, let’s just concentrate on no-“

The conversation was interrupted by Sara trotting down some stairs, causing the couple great discombobulation as the boobs they clung to Jostled about.

Once Sara reached the bottom steps Thomas and Lorain regained their thoughts.

“Holly fuck… Thomas what the hell was that?”

“I think Sara went down stairs… I think.”

“Fucking hell I’m not going to make it, your sisters fucking tits are going to be the death of me.”

Sara continued on with her day, mostly relaxing on her day off as the bra that adorned her quietly fulfilled its duty despite the vehement resistance from the people trapped within it. The stress of supporting her chest slowly became an afterthought to the two as the temperatures outside and in began to rise, bringing forth a new “pleasure” apart of the inanimate experience. Sweat and body Oder at first slowly, then noticeably began to creep in and absorb straight into the bra. Though due to the properties of Inanimate clothes, the bra itself was sweat free. The displeasure of drinking all of the grossness up was of corse left to Thomas and Lorain.

Eventually Thomases mother arrived from work, to which she eventually asked Sara about if she had seen Thomas at all today.

“No, I assumed he was at a friends house or something.” Sara replied, nonchalantly scrolling on her phone.

“Well Lori’s parents haven’t seen her around either. Think they ran off or got lost?”

“No idea, saw them relaxing in his room last night last time I checked.”

“Well Thomas had some Tf powders, maybe go check if they got stuck somewhere.”

Sara paused, the slow realization to Thomas and Lorain’s fate creeping in on her.

“Yea… I’ll go check now.”

Sara casually trotted back upstairs, causing a further headache for her bra. Sara stepped into Thomases room, peeking into his covers and beholding the empty vial of Tf powder. Sara reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, tossing the couple onto the bed along with the respective reversal powder from Thomases bedside table.

Thomas and Lorain both instantly reverted to their normal human form. The two lay there as Sara back out of the room, mildly embarrassed and confused as to why they where Tf’ed.

The couple lay there, disorientated, covered in sweat, and exhausted.

“Thomas…”

“Yea Lorain..?”

“Let’s not touch Tf powder… like ever again…”

“Yea… totally.”

This would not be the last time, the two used Tf powder, nor the last time the two get temporally trapped as inanimate objects for whoever happened upon them….