Bra Time
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
It was so tempting to take up Angie’s offer right now. He could only imagine what she could do to him with her sexy, full body. However, he knew she was still having problems with her back and he really wanted to help her before any rewards. Besides, he really wanted to see what being her bra was like. Holding her huge, soft breasts might be as fun as getting it on with her.
“Later,” James croaked out. Clearing his throat, he repeated himself, this time more confidently. “I’ll be your bra first. We can…you can reward me later.”
“Can’t wait to hold my breasts, I don’t blame you. Just remember after you're done, we are going to have so much fun,” Angie purred and then gave him a little peck on the cheek. Smiling at the kind, older woman, James closed his eyes slowly and activated the change. Instantly, he became nothing more than a black, lacy bra on Angie’s couch, just a piece of clothing to wear. Angie picked him up, looking him over carefully and running her finger along his frame. “You’re very soft, I don’t think I’ve ever had a bra this silky before.”
James would blush if he could. He tried to make himself as comfortable and big as possible. After feeling up Angie’s chest he had a good idea how big he had to be. He had no idea what size he was but he had to be bigger than a size H cup. Slowly, Angie put him on, pushing her breasts into his empty cup. He could feel the jiggly flesh resting in him, it felt like it was resting on his face and chest. He enjoyed the warmth and softness as Angie fastened the back. Suddenly he was no longer pushing into her breasts he was holding them up. He could feel them stretching him, pushing him down as gravity tried to pull them towards the ground. He held them up, feeling them wobble around against him as Angie stood up.
“You feel incredible James. If I knew how comfortable you’d feel I would have asked you to be my wardrobe years ago. I have to see how you feel as panties next, I bet you feel great against my pussy,” Angie teased. James moaned in his mind at the thought of being Angie’s panties. He loved the idea of getting that close to her. Right now, he was happy to be her bra and feel her tits swaying and shaking as she did her chores. Angie had some laundry to do, picking up the basket she discovered her back was already feeling so much better. She really should have looked into lower back support sooner. Luckily, her cute neighbor was helping her with that now.
Angie went on like nothing was different as James basked in his new role in holding her massive breasts up. her big belly rose and fell like her breasts, sometimes it squished into the bottom of her tits, rubbing James into it's softness. It was nice just being there with Angie, feeling her chest against him and savoring the joy of simply being useful to someone he cared about. It was so much nicer then when his mom asked him to be a chair or a foot rest, he was actually making Angie feel good. As she finished her laundry, dropping it all into the washing machine and starting it, Angie headed back to her room, a big grin on her face.
“What do you think James. Should I put a top on and head out or stay in and relax with my favorite bra?” Angie asked as though James could actually answer her. Running her finger over the cup, she felt her nipples start to harden. Knowing James was her bra was turning her on a little. It just felt so kinky wearing him, like she was a bad girl. After he was human again, she had to rock his world as thanks for being so nice to her.
“Later,” James croaked out. Clearing his throat, he repeated himself, this time more confidently. “I’ll be your bra first. We can…you can reward me later.”
“Can’t wait to hold my breasts, I don’t blame you. Just remember after you're done, we are going to have so much fun,” Angie purred and then gave him a little peck on the cheek. Smiling at the kind, older woman, James closed his eyes slowly and activated the change. Instantly, he became nothing more than a black, lacy bra on Angie’s couch, just a piece of clothing to wear. Angie picked him up, looking him over carefully and running her finger along his frame. “You’re very soft, I don’t think I’ve ever had a bra this silky before.”
James would blush if he could. He tried to make himself as comfortable and big as possible. After feeling up Angie’s chest he had a good idea how big he had to be. He had no idea what size he was but he had to be bigger than a size H cup. Slowly, Angie put him on, pushing her breasts into his empty cup. He could feel the jiggly flesh resting in him, it felt like it was resting on his face and chest. He enjoyed the warmth and softness as Angie fastened the back. Suddenly he was no longer pushing into her breasts he was holding them up. He could feel them stretching him, pushing him down as gravity tried to pull them towards the ground. He held them up, feeling them wobble around against him as Angie stood up.
“You feel incredible James. If I knew how comfortable you’d feel I would have asked you to be my wardrobe years ago. I have to see how you feel as panties next, I bet you feel great against my pussy,” Angie teased. James moaned in his mind at the thought of being Angie’s panties. He loved the idea of getting that close to her. Right now, he was happy to be her bra and feel her tits swaying and shaking as she did her chores. Angie had some laundry to do, picking up the basket she discovered her back was already feeling so much better. She really should have looked into lower back support sooner. Luckily, her cute neighbor was helping her with that now.
Angie went on like nothing was different as James basked in his new role in holding her massive breasts up. her big belly rose and fell like her breasts, sometimes it squished into the bottom of her tits, rubbing James into it's softness. It was nice just being there with Angie, feeling her chest against him and savoring the joy of simply being useful to someone he cared about. It was so much nicer then when his mom asked him to be a chair or a foot rest, he was actually making Angie feel good. As she finished her laundry, dropping it all into the washing machine and starting it, Angie headed back to her room, a big grin on her face.
“What do you think James. Should I put a top on and head out or stay in and relax with my favorite bra?” Angie asked as though James could actually answer her. Running her finger over the cup, she felt her nipples start to harden. Knowing James was her bra was turning her on a little. It just felt so kinky wearing him, like she was a bad girl. After he was human again, she had to rock his world as thanks for being so nice to her.
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