You are grabbed by your girlfriend, and you quickly notice her breasts are bear. You're going to be worn. Finally! Wait, this isn't what you wanted, you want to be turned back. But it's been so long since you've been worn. Her breasts are amazing too. Your thoughts are conflicting. You want to be worn...for some odd reason. You can't help thinking of how good it would feel to be worn. She undoes your straps, and then pulls you over her breasts. The warmth! It feels so good! You are overwhealmed by the bliss. You can't help but feel aroused. It completes you. She rubs your cup for a sec...and Oh! it feels good. You love it! You try to think about something else, but you can't. Her breasts are just so filling. The fill you up, complete you...without them, you're nothing. She puts her shirt on, and your view of the world is covered up. You feel her breasts bouncing. It calms you...makes you feel blissful.
'What am I thinking? I need to get out of this!' you think. 'But no...I don't....this is what I've always wanted....hugging a girl's breasts' Your mind is becoming what you are...a bra. You stay on her breasts, in heaven.
"John" you hear your girlfriend say, "I'm sorry it had to be this way, but I know what you'll do if I change you back. When I move in with him, I'll change you back so I'll be safe." But you barely hear what she is saying, your not paying attention. All that seems to matter now is her breasts. You can almost taste her warm flesh. She walks outside, and into her car to see her new boyfriend.

 You are sitting on her chest, hugging her beautiful breasts. You realize that you are forgetting certain things. You seem to remember that you were human before you turned into a bra...but even that seems foriegn. How could you have been a human. You don't remeber much of your human life except things of the recent past. You remeber you lived with the girl who is wearing you...what's her name? You can't remember. You know you were very close, but not as close as you are now. You are now closer than any human could be to her...you are hers...her bra. You will never be anything else...nor do you want to be.
"Sarah, you're here" you hear. Who's Sarah? But then you feel your wearer...you mean your girlfriend's voice vibrating.
"Yes George, why wouldn't I be" she said in a seductive voice.
"Sarah, ever since we met, and now that your boyfriend is gone, I've loved you. I want you to marry me." you hear the man say.
"Oh Goerge, of course I will" They hug eachother, and you are pressed against her. You want to be upset, but how can you be upset with your mistress...girlfriend. She's wearing you, and she brings life to you. Without her, life would be meaningless, and so far, she's going to keep you. So this "marrige" as they call it won't hinder you from anything. Your mind is falling farther and farther from humanity. You don't even remember what it's like to be human.

You are worn all day, and you forget the marige thing. You continue to hug her breasts, and that night, you hear the two of them kissing eachother. You can feel your mistress's arousal. Her breasts are becoming harder. Then her fiance starts rubbing her breasts through you. You are more aroused than you ever wer as a human. You find yourself moving...you didin't know you can...but you are rubbing yourself against her breats.
"Whoa" the man said. He stops rubbing, and watches you move this way and that around her breasts.
"Don't worry" your mistress tells him.
"Why?" he said.
"That's my old boyfriend, he turned himself into a bra. He won't even remeber this by tommorow" she siad. He starts rubbing you again. Then they start undressing, but your mistress doesn't take you off. They have sex, and you are sitting there expireincing the best orgasm ever. Your mind is racing with thoughts.
'Breasts! This feels fo GOOD! DON'T STOP!' Your mind is alive with excitement as your old girlfriend makes love. But eventualy it ends.
"C'mon please take him off" said the man. You feel yourself being unclasped, and thrown on the floor. You decend from your arousal, and your thoughts start slowing.
'Please...feels good...don't stop' your brain is losing focus.
'I need her...need breasts....what happening....I'm on floor' it's becoming harder and harder to think, and memories are fading with every passing second.
'Breasts....need breasts' within seconds, what's happening on the bed isn't something you remeber. You've become nothing more than just a bra, your mind nothing more than the cloth of your body