"I know!" Said Erika. "I just hope she still has it. Wait there, Meg, I'm getting you some milk
Meg cried harder from her position on the carpeted floor. Erika ran into her moms room. Luckily, her parents were out for the weekend and they had left Erika in Meg's care. Who would've guessed that it would be Erika caring for Meg.
"Ah ha!" She found the bra. It was laying on the floor, coincidentally. "Maybe mom looked through some old boxes from her closet and forgot to put them back. Thank god for that."
Erika took a deep breath, preparing for a strange experience. She was about to grow from eleven to about 19. Even weirder than that, she was about to begin lactating. Unless it didn't work. Maybe Erika was trapping herself. Maybe she would simply turn into a bra and then Meg would die and Erika would be trapped as a bra forever! No, she couldn't doubt herself now. Time was of the essence and Erika was willing to try anything in order to keep Meg alive. She touched the bra.
"Here we go..." Said Erika.
A tingling spread from her hand that still held the bra up to her chest. She had never known anything in the way of breasts before so this was going to be an entirely new experience. Erika winced as a sharp pain pricked her nipples. Her breasts began to develop. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"I haven't turned into a bra. That's good." She said.
A feeling of pleasure shook her body. This was new as well. She fell to her knees and writhed on the floor. Her nipples darkened and pushed out, getting less childish. A bloating feeling overtook her chest area as two mounds of flesh popped up. They grew larger by the second and they were extremely sensitive. Erika resisted the urge to massage them vigorously. Her shirt was getting much too small for these new changes. With shaking hands, Erika undressed completely. The breasts grew to a C cup, D cup, G cup and finally stopped at an H cup. They looked extremely disproportionate on Erika's small frame. But not for long. Her legs grew longer and thinner as well as the rest of her body. Her hips crunched painfully, the bones cracking into a wider position, fit for birth. Her waist did the opposite, it shrunk in. Her cheekbones rose and her hair lengthened. She made a kiss noise as her lips puffed out to become extra feminine. Erika gave in and began rubbing her breasts, tweaking her nipples and moaning in pleasure. She felt her reproductive organs grow to accommodate babies. The rest of her organs grew as well. She was complete. A 19 year old Erika lay panting on the floor. Just when she thought it was over, another wave of changes overtook her. An immense pressure built up in her breasts. Blue veins were popping out as her flesh became taught. Milk sloshed around inside of her and her nipples began to dribble.
Erika only had a second of recovering before a cry rang out from the other room. Meg! Erika got up on unsteady long legs and ran as best she could into her room. Her breasts bounced, heavy with milk and a stream begs to trickle down her front. When Erika reached her room, Meg was in the same place and still crying her head off. Her face was red and her cries seemed a bit weaker than before or maybe that was just Erika's imagination. She wasted no time. She scooped up the little newborn in her arms and offered a nipple to her. Meg suckled to her hearts content. Eventually, she fell fast asleep in Erika's arms.
"Whew!" Said Erika, panting with exhaustion. "So glad that's over. Now to break this spell Meg first, then me. I don't even know where to start. I'm so tired, I can't think."
Erika was determined not to waste another second and didn't want to sleep. But after pacing in circles for 5 minutes, attempting to think of a plan, Erika sat down on her bed and laid Meg next to her.
"No use trying to think in this state of exhaustion." Said Erika.
She snuggled into bed next to Meg. She got the covers over the sleeping baby and closed her eyes. Unconsciousness grabbed Erika and pulled her down into a deep sleep.