As your sight adjusted back to the light, you were met with a large brunette girl, who looked… very embarrassed.
‘R-Riko?!’ You thought, recognizing the girl from a few times you’d seen her at school. Never for very long though, she always seemed to disappear and then-
“So, SO sorry about this mess, ‘Riko!’” Lala’s voice apologized, but a hint of teasing at the end when addressing the flustered girl, “But I’m sure the Koro Koro Danjo-Kun can be fixed pretty easily!”
“Yeah…” the girl sighed, “Thanks for loaning the clothes though…” Riko huffed, holding you by your new fabric bra straps awkwardly. For a girl, she didn’t seem too used to-
“We’ll have you back to normal in no time, Rito!” Lala assured, making you pause. R-Riko was… Rito…?
…Actually, that makes a lot more sense. You figured Riko was related to Rito before you just learned that they were the same person.
“How do these go again…?” He, or… actually, you’re just going to call Riko a she to keep things from getting confusing. SHE sighed, handling you curiously before pressing your cups into her breasts! With your vision stuck in the cups, your eyes were poked by her nipples as you inwardly grunted. But fabric couldn’t make sound, or move, so Riko continued to tug and pull at the straps your arms and legs had become, securing them around her shoulders.
You felt your material strain slightly as you were forced to support Riko’s chest. The weight of her breasts trying to comply with gravity and your defiance of them felt like having to hold up two soft, heavy weights with your face.
‘R-Riko!’ You tried to yell out as your wearer sighed at the support you were giving her chest, ‘I-I got transformed too! I turned into the bra you’re wearing!’ Unfortunately, your genderbent owner didn’t hear you.
“Hmm…” The busty brunette hummed, grasping you as she fondled her breasts curiously, “I swear these things get a bit bigger every time I get turned into Riko…” she sighed, “At least this bra feels nice.” Riko shrugged, making her chest bob slightly within you.
“Don’t worry!” Lala giggled, “It shouldn’t take more than… hmm… maybe… a few… days?” The pink haired girl chuckled sheepishly. You felt Riko’s heart beat faster as you hugged her body.
“D-days?!” She stuttered.
“A week or two… at best?” Lala added, “The Koro Koro Danjo-Kun was REALLY broken! Just… enjoy yourself a bit, and you’ll be back to normal in no time, Riko!”
‘But what about ME??’ You asked to no one, ‘When am I supposed to change back?!’
“Alright, Lala…” Riko sighed, folding her arms under her chest, pushing you up slightly and pressing her boobs together…
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