Kinktober 2021: Day 22. Bra

 

Kevin groaned as he tried and failed to hold his growing breasts back from bursting out of the magical bra. 

He shouldn't have let things go so far. Should never have put the cursed thing on. Shouldn't even have lifted out of the old trunk it had been hidden in. 

Even after he'd given in to his mad impulse and fastened the clasp behind his back he could have stopped it. As soon as he felt his nipples grow hard, swelling up on top of puffy buds he could have torn if off and things might have stopped there. Sure he may have needed to wear baggy tops but he'd have still been a guy, more or less.

Instead he'd watch in fascination as the barely noticeable bee stings ballooned into a pert double handful. He'd been so entranced he'd actually played with them delighting in their sensitivity and hardly noticing the other changes sweeping his body. 

The long dark hair sweeping over his shoulders. The narrowing of his waist and widening hips. The subtle shift of his facial features from boyish to beautiful.

It was only when his bountiful tits began spilling out of the bra cups that he began to panic. Cursing as he felt the shrunken remnant of his manhood withdraw inside him. 

He grappled with the clasp sick with the certainty that it was already too late. By the time he'd ripped the wretched thing off there was nothing of his male self left. The bra had taken every last trace. 

For days after he hoped that he might spontaneous revert but his reflect remained stubbornly female. The transformation seemed to be a one way trip with no way to regain what he had lost. All he could do was try to move forward and hope that in time he'd find away to accept who he'd become.