In Chris' empty office, Sarah stared out the glass window at Brenda who was sitting and typing away on her computer. She glanced down at her breasts, contained by the living Joe-Bra.
"I think that's proper punishment," she grinned, referring to her former boss that she had just turned, like Joe, into a bra, "Don't you agree?"
In his state, Joe couldn't respond.
"Drat," she said, "I wish you could communicate with me."
All of a sudden, Joe felt a surge through him. He felt free all of a sudden. Or free-er at least.
"Can you hear me?" he asked, moving slightly.
"Oh yes," she smiled, "and I see you can move now, too. I wonder if that should be allowed..."
Joe realized the word "communicate" gave him more than just the ability to talk.
"No, please," he begged, "I'll be good."
"All right then," she said, not freely admitting she rather enjoyed the sensation of his movement, "Be good."
"You're not going to leave him like that?" asked Joe.
"Why not?" she asked, "He deserves it."
Sarah could feel Joe shudder and added, "Don't you worry. I'll turn you back eventually. But he can go to Hell for all I care."
She looked out at Brenda's purse which her former boss now inhabited in the form a blue bra. Wanting to see her revenge in action, she made another wish.
"I wish Brenda's breasts would slowly grow to the same size as mine," said Sarah, whose breasts were quite remarkable, "and that she wouldn't notice the change."
Outside the office, Brenda sat at her desk, typing away. She was very attractive being in her early twenties with short blonde hair and while her body was very athletic her breasts had always been on the small side. Now she noticed that her bra felt tight which was strange because it had seemed fine a moment ago. She looked down, beginning to have trouble breathing to find her chest overflowing from a tiny black bra. With a snap, the bra shot off and her perfect breasts bounced freely beneath a taught white shirt. Lifting the shreds of her former underwear she glanced down and wondered how she had managed to put it on in the first place. She turned red with embarrassment and confusion, but luckily no one was around.
"I wish she'd remember the bra in her purse," laughed Sarah.
Brenda suddenly looked down and saw the blue bra that she must have packed earlier. Did she plan to break that bra? She shook of the confusion and, with a quick look around, lifted her shirt and popped on the new, substantially larger bra. It fit like a dream and she smiled and went back to typing.
"Now," said Sarah, "Who's next?"