“I wish you were my bra again.” With that, Joey’s nude body turned a bluish hue, his arms wrapped around his back, human flesh turned into lace as he shrank to the floor as Sara’s bra once again. Sara picked the new bra off the floor.
“I wish I was wearing this bra right now, oh and I wish you can’t talk either.” Joey disappeared from her fingers, and Sara’s braless breasts suddenly leaped up and outwards in her blouse with new support. She peeked underneath her clothing to make sure Joey was in his proper place.
“You know Brenda, having two guys as our bras is a lot of fun, but Joey’s only a pervert after all. Surely we can come up with a more suiting punishment for that jerk Chris,” Sara said. Brenda nodded in agreement.
“I wish Chris was standing before us naked.” Brenda’s new heavy chest sagged at the sudden disappearance of the Chris-bra, and a male figure appeared in front of them. Now Chris loved boobs, but he wasn’t going to let this two women get the better of him.
“Bitches! Brenda, you’re fired unless you can make it up to me! As for you Sara, I figured you would miss me.” Only moments back as a human, and Chris was already getting on Sara’s nerves.
“Alright Chris enough! I wish you can’t talk unless in response to questions, and I wish you can’t move either!” Chris tried to force words out of his mouth, but nothing came out. His feet were glued to the floor.
“Brenda and I have decided that you living as a bra is not fitting punishment. You might have even enjoyed it for all I know you fucking pervert. Instead, you’ll get something more severe.”
Chris gulped.