Instant Breasts

by Josie Brian

 

I wanted to impress my date. A good cleavage might just swing the balance.

My best friend let me borrow her 'Breast Booster' gel that she said would increase my bust by 2 cup sizes in minutes and last for up to 5 hours. I was quite excited when the time came to try the gel. Squeezing some onto the palm of my hand, I rubbed the gel into each breast in turn. I soon realised I had used too much gel, it was not soaking into my breasts and they were wet. To continue getting ready, I put on an old padded bra to cover the wet bits while I finished my make-up.

After about 10 minutes my breasts started feeling warm and tingled. Sure enough, the gel was working, my bra was feeling tighter. Checking the mirror told me that I no longer needed a padded bra. I tossed the old bra in the washing basket and found an un-padded Wonderbra. More than happy with the results, I finished the outfit with a low cut top, short skirt and my high heels.

The date went well and I was looking forward to telling my mother that I had a new boyfriend. But she had not finished work yet, only my younger brother was in the house and he was crying. "What's the matter with you?" I asked "Nothing" he said and tried to run up the stairs. I cut him off at the foot of the stairs and my heart skipped a beat.

"Are you wearing a bra dimwit?"

"NO, leave me alone"

I refused to let go - "show me - take your t-shirt off"

He started crying again as he took the shirt off. I was shocked - he was telling the truth. He was not wearing a bra. But he did have a great pair of tits - at least an A cup.

"I never wanted to be a girl, I just wanted to know how it felt to wear a bra. I'm so sorry Sis"

Realising what had happened, I felt sorry for him and was about to tell him the breasts would disappear in a few hours, and then Mum came home. Martin ran upstairs to his room, afraid and ashamed.

Mum wanted to know what had happened, so I explained that Martin had been playing with my bra in the washing basket which was still soaked in breast boosting gel. "I seem to have 2 problems to deal with young lady". Firstly, why are you using such a thing as breast booster gel and secondly, why is my son trying on your bra.

I explained about date and wanting to look sexy for my new fella. Mum was not impressed. "I have just the thing for you" she said, and took me to her bedroom. She pulled a handful of underwear from her wardrobe and handed them to me. There was a corselette, a pantie girdle and 2 longline bras. "I want all your gel bras, padded bras, Wonderbras and anything else like that - you will wear only these until I decide you are responsible enough to have your stuff back". Mum made me change my bra on the spot.

I put on a longline bra, it was so tight I could not fasten it in front then spin it around as usual, and I couldn't reach all the hooks to fasten it behind me. Mum had to fasten me into the bra and I would probably have to ask her to get me out of it again. I looked like my Grandmother - full cups, no padding, no uplift - could anything be less sexy?

"Now for your brother - Have you told him about the booster gel?"

"No, I was about to when you came in"

"Good, we're not going to tell him - go find a tape measure and meet me in Martins' room"

In Martins' room, Mum already had my brother remove his t-shirt again. The breasts where still there and would be for another couple of hours. "Those look too big to be unsupported Son; Josie please measure your brothers chest"

Angry with him for costing me my sexy underwear, I wrapped the tape measure around Martins chest, just under his new breasts. "He's 32 inches under the bust Mum". Then I measured again, over his nipples, "and a 37 bust". Martin looked terrified, "what does that mean?" he asked.

"That means you need a 36A bra Martin" said Mum. She looked at me, knowing I was a 36A only a few months ago. "Yes, I do still have one or two bras in 36A" I told her. I had hated being an A cup and thrown most of my old bras out, but I still had two. Both were gel bras, chosen for maximum possible boost to my tiny boobs.

Soon Martin was trying on my old gel bra. The bra did exactly what it was designed to do - it took Martins' 36A boobs and made them stand out like C cups. "I can't, they are so obvious, everyone will know" Martin blurted.

"Get used to it boy, you have breasts and you have to wear a bra from now on - no more arguments".

"Will I have to wear a skirt as well?"

What a strange question I though, there must be all sorts of frightening images flying around in his head. Mum was not going to let him off easily," Only on school days son, you can wear your normal trousers the rest of the time".

The sudden realisation that he would have to face his school friends wearing a skirt and with a pair of breasts bursting from his chest drained all the colour from Martins face. He put his shirt back on and also realised his breasts were so prominent they would be noticed from a 100 yards away.

At supper, Martin started whining. "Mum can I take this bra off now? It really hurts". Mum was having none of it, "Not until bedtime, I know it's tight and the straps are hurting you but you have to get used to it. You are going to have to wear a bra every day for the rest of your life". This was too much, I had to say something and put poor Martin out of his misery.

"What about you Josie?" Mum said, just before I could interfere. "How are you finding your new bra?". Now Martin knew I was being punished as well - so unfair! "If it makes you feel any better, little brother, Mum has made me give up all my nice bras and I have to wear really old fashioned things".

"Show your brother Josie. Let him see what you're complaining about. You've been looking at his chest all night". OK I thought, it's not like he will see anything - the longline bra covers more than most of my tops. So I took off my T-shirt and stood in front of my mother and brother in a white longline bra with embossed flowery patterns all over and firmly locked in place by 7 hooks at the back and boned on the sides. The bottom of the wide band pressed very tightly in places I had never felt before.

"I expect you both to dress yourselves tomorrow. I will be checking your bras at breakfast". We both knew things could only get worse if we disobeyed. I also knew that if I took this bra off, I might not be able to put it on again - if I could get it off at all. I decided to ask Martin to help but he said the elastic was too tight, he was not strong enough. Then he did a strange thing, he said, "if you are going to sleep in your bra tonight, so will I". A show of solidarity from Martin! So it was that my brother and I both had a restless night trying to sleep in tight, uncomfortable bras.

In the morning Martin came running into my room, still wearing his gel bra. "Look at me, their gone". His eyes where bright and very happy. "Will you help me take this thing off now Josie?" "I wish I could, And I wish I could take this horrible contraption off as well, I can hardly breathe", looking at my longline bra. "But I think we had better wait until after breakfast or Mum will flip - go get dressed for school, and remember to wear the grey skirt I gave you - and the knee socks".

Before breakfast, Mum gave us both an inspection. She opened my blouse and checked my bra. "I want you to wear the corselet today, go and get changed and be quick, Martin and I will be waiting for you before we can have breakfast". I looked at Martin and was glad he was suffering. This was his fault.

In my room I struggled for a few minutes and finally got the bra off. What a relief! Looking in the mirror, I could see the angry red marks left by the band of the bra and two deep lines where the plastic boning was. I looked at the corselet in horror; at least it fastened in front with a zip. I figured out the only way into this thing was to step into it like a dress but as soon as I tried, I found out how many sizes too small it was. Pulling and wriggling and holding my breath, I finally pulled up the zip. Checking my mirror, I had a great figure. My breasts stuck out as much as any underwire bra could have made them and my tummy was flatter than it had ever seen.

Getting dressed caused a new problem, my skirt fell down - it was too loose. I would have to wear a dress but most of my dresses are low cut to show a little cleavage. None of those would do while wearing a full cup corselet. Only one dress had a high neckline - a knee-length dress I had worn to an uncles wedding. It was pink, had a bow at the back and a stiff net skirt. And I would have to ask Mum to fasten the buttons up my back - but there was no other choice.

By the time I returned to the kitchen it was getting late. Mum helped my finish dressing, she was quite amused that I had chosen to wear such a pretty dress and I knew I was trapped in that dress and the corselet until Mum undid those buttons again. "You took a long time getting changed Josie, now sit down for breakfast". Martin was still sitting at the table patiently and still wearing my old school uniform skirt and socks.

A knock at the door meant that Martin's friends had come to walk to school with him. "Mum, your not really going to send Martin to school wearing a skirt are you?" I asked, as I got up to answer the door. Mum looked at Martin and said "you have until Josie leads your friends into this room to convince me that you have learned a lesson"

I took as long as I could bring the boys in and was relieved to see Martin was not at the breakfast table. "I'll see if I can hurry him along for you" I said and went up stairs to Martins room. He was about to rush back down to meet his friends when I stopped him. He was wearing his regular school trousers but I noticed the strap lines on his back. "You forgot to take your bra off idiot!". Leading him back into his room I unfastened the rear hooks for him. Standing there topless, I could tell his chest had completely returned to normal - and that the bra strap marks on his back would last for days! "Just remember little brother, if I catch you playing with my clothes again - I will send you to school in a bra, ok?"

Dressed normally again, and with obvious relief, Martin rushed out of the house with his friends. Minutes later he came back "I forgot my pe kit" he said, grabbing the bag and running off again. As I struggled to sit in that stupid dress and gasped for breath as the corselet constricted my tummy, I smiled to myself thinking how Martin would explain those deep red bra strap marks when he changed for pe. And what would he do when he found I had swapped his shorts and t-shirt for a leotard and skirt and packed him a sports bra?

 

 

Martin caught up with his two friends to walk to school. What would have happened if I was still wearing that skirt? he thought. I was lucky to get out of that. He could still feel the tightness of the bra he had been wearing until just a few minutes ago - No way will I ever do that again, he promised himself.

First lesson was maths followed by physics. Martin enjoyed both subjects, especially maths because Tracy Armstrong often asked for his help and he really liked Tracy. After a short break Martin made his way to the gymnasium, which was located across the play area in a separate building.

The changing room was busy, several classes met to take games at the same time. He took off his tie, shirt and trousers and hung them up. Then took the rolled up towel from his bag, having packed his shorts and rugby shirt in the towel.

"What are those marks on Martin's back?", someone said. The boy next to Martin could see them clearly "He's been wearing a bra!" he shouted. The whole room burst into laughter and looked at Martin. He went over to the mirror on the opposite wall and could see the grooves the bra had left.

There was no mistaking what had made those marks, the band had left deep grooves under his arms and right around his back. The underwire cups had made angry red semi-circles under each breast and the shoulder straps were easy to identify. Martin didn't know what to say - perhaps he could say his sister had asked his to stretch her bra for her as a favour?

Hearing the commotion, Mr Jones the games teacher came into the changing room. Seeing all the boys gathered around Martin he guessed they were bullying him. "Leave that boy alone and get out now!" he told them.

When the other boys ran out, Mr Jones could see why they had been gathered around Martin. "You get some shorts on and see me in my office"

Martin, still a shaking from fright, unrolled his towel to get his shorts.The shorts he had packed last night were not there. In his towel he could see a navy games skirt, a black t-shirt and a black bra!

"BRIAN! Hurry up, I don't have all day!"

Martin grabbed the skirt and wrapped it around his waist. After a few seconds he figured out the hook on the end mated with the eye some 8 inches along the waistband and the loose flap wrapped around and fastened with a button on the other side. He picked up the t-shirt to hide the bra marks only then realising it was a leotard. He had no time to take the skirt off again and figure out how to put this thing on.

He stood in front of Mr Jones wearing only the games skirt and with the marks on his chest and back clearly showing he had been wearing a bra. The games teacher looked stunned, he did not know how to handle this. "I have a class to teach - go and get dressed properly and come to see me on the playing field".

Martin did not know what to expect, but it seemed Mr Jones was going to make him play rugby in a skirt. He looked at the leotard and the bra. 'I might as well wear the bra, I can't look any more stupid, and I've never tried one like that before' he thought. The bra was a little different to the one he had worn before; it fastened at the front between the cups and the straps came together at the back. Having put on the sports bra, the leotard and again the skirt, Martin went to see Mr Jones.

All the boys stopped and stared in disbelief. As did Mr Jones. "I told you to put your uniform back on" he said. Martin turned even more red as he realised he had mis-understood the instructions. "Your not playing rugby, your off to see the nurse! She's expecting you, go as you are there's no more time to waste while you change again"

Feeling so very stupid, Martin made his way back to the main school building. To get there, he had to pass the tennis courts and the hockey pitch. A class of girls were playing hockey as he walked past. Martin was mortified when he realised Tracy was on the pitch and was looking straight at him. He ran the rest of the way, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone. As he ran he began to feel the strangeness of what he was wearing. Firstly he noticed the bra, it was riding up his chest and the straps pulled at his arms as he ran. Then he felt the leotard pull into his bum and instinctively reached under his skirt to pull it out again. He had seen girls do the same thing. The skirt offered no resistance to his movement like his shorts would have done. He liked that.

When he reached the main building, Martin had to stop running. He gripped the cups of the bra through the leotard and pulled the bra back into place. Again, he realised he had seen girls doing exactly the same thing.

The school nurse was not impressed with what she saw. She asked Martin a lot of questions and gave him a quick blood pressure and temperature test. Having decided there was no medical problem, she sent Martin to see the Headmaster.

The headmaster listened to Martin's story, and then phoned his home. Josie, his older sister, answered and explained why Martin had been wearing a bra the night before and that the games kit was her fault. Finally satisfied, he told Martin to change into his proper clothes and return to lessons after the lunch break.

'Thank goodness that's over' thought Martin. Since he had to go outside to get back to the changing room and his uniform, Martin decided to run again. Just this one more time he could experience the feel of a girls games kit in action, so he chose to run the longest way around.

The changing room was empty, everyone had gone to lunch. When he got to his clothes, Martin was shocked again. His trousers and shirt were gone, in their place was a short grey skirt and a pale blue blouse with rounded, lace trimmed collars.

With no other choice, Martin stripped his leotard and skirt off but decided to keep the bra. Perhaps he could be less conspicuous if he looked more like a girl. Soon he was fully dressed in the girls uniform and on his way to report the theft of his clothes to a teacher. The feel of the skirt brushing his legs as he walked was new and strange but when he went outside and the wind blew the skirt against his legs the experience reached new heights.

He arrived at his history class to howls of laughter from the other pupils. Close to tears, Martin sat at his usual seat to wait for the teacher. Tracy came over to talk to him. "Martin, come with me for a moment, there's enough time before the class starts".

Tracy led Martin to the girls' toilets and after checking nobody was watching took him inside. "Firstly, I can understand why you are wearing a skirt, I heard your clothes were taken. But why are you wearing a bra?". Martin tried to explain he was hoping to look less like a boy in a skirt and more like he was supposed to be wearing a girls uniform.

"OK but no girl would wear a black bra under that blouse, you look stupid". On her advise, Martin took off his blouse and bra. Before he picked up the blouse again Tracy handed him another bra. Martin turned to face her and saw she was topless, Tracy was offering him the bra she had been wearing all day.

Martin's heart was pounding as he accepted the underwear, it was still warm. It was also heavy, the cups were filled with liquid. He could not take his eyes from Tracy's bare chest so she slipped the bra straps over his shoulders and fastened the hooks and eyes at the back. "I've never seen a girls chest before Tracy, your really pretty" Martin stammered. Tracy took his hand and placed it on her breast. Afraid to move, Martin just accepted the guidance of Tracy's hand moving his and was hopelessly in love with the girl.

Both put their blouses back on, Tracy remaining bra-less. Before returning to the classroom, Tracy gave Martin a few tips on how to smooth his skirt when he sat down and how to keep his knees together when sitting. As they walked back Martin noticed the weight of the water bra bouncing on his chest, 'is that what real breasts feel like?' he wondered.

They arrived just after the teacher. Martin spoke first "Miss Wilson, my clothes have been stolen and I only have these to wear". "So I see" said the teacher, "take your seat for now, you can go to the lost and found store after the lesson, they probably have something more suitable for you to wear. I'll speak to the Headmaster about the theft of your clothes". Remembering to brush his skirt in the way Tracy had shown him, Martin sat down and carefully placed his knees together. Several boys who saw this giggled but Tracy sent him a big smile so all was well with the world.

The lost and found store was locked with a "Gone to lunch" sign still hanging on the door. There was a 15 minute break before the next class so Martin made his way outside. He felt a little less uneasy if he stayed with the girls in the playground. He still had to suffer "Hello Martine" and "Who's that pretty boy?" and several girls touching his bum and snapping his bra straps but that was better than having the boys beat him up.

The Headmaster was waiting for Martin at his next classroom with a policeman. Any theft was taken seriously and the police were often called to curb any crime spree before it got out of hand. "We've had a complaint that someone has been stealing girls clothes from their changing room" the officer said. He produced his handcuffs and locked Martin's hands behind his back. The school liked to discourage crime and asked the police to treat suspects like this. The officer led Martin out of the classroom and said "The young lady who made the complaint will meet us at the station". Tracy ran out to the police car and insisted she should go to the station as well, since she knew something about the case.

At the police station, Martin and Tracy were told they would have to wait until their parents could be present before they could be interviewed. They were led into an interview room to wait and left alone. Martin started to panic, "Tracy, what can I do? I don't want my mother to see me like this". As always Tracy was calm and practical, "There's nothing you can do Martin, you only have those clothes to wear and you can't take them off anyway, not with your hands locked behind your back. And you also can't stop me doing this".

Tracy kissed him, pressing her lips hard against his. Martin was helpless, he could not push her away, not that he wanted to, and he could not even call for help. The kiss became fiercer as Tracy's hand slipped under Martin's skirt. She soon had hold of his penis and felt it grow in her hand. "Let's not get too excited just yet, but when we get out of here I'm taking you to my house", with that she withdrew her hand from his skirt. Tracy made him stand up and sit again while she arranged his skirt tidily for him.

The police soon discovered Martin was innocent after all the parents had arrived and they had spoken to each of the pupils. They still did not know were Martin's clothes had gone but promised to look into it. Martin was taken home by his mother.

Still wearing the girls uniform and Tracy's bra, Martin spoke to his sister, who had caused all his trouble. Josie was still dressed in her party frock with matching high heel shoes and looking very satisfied. "I've been stuck in this stupid dress and these damn shoes all day because of you, pervy brother. At least you had to suffer too – have you ever worn high heels?". At this Martin ran for the stairs and to his bedroom.

He stripped off the skirt and blouse but lingered over the bra. He was loving the feel of it bouncing on his chest and loved that it had come from his girlfriend. Tracy is my girlfriend - wow what a great day it's been. His mother came in to his room and said, "Hang those clothes up properly, if we don't find your uniform soon you may need them again".

As his mother left Martin picked up the skirt and placed it on a hanger and dreaded what may happen if he did not find his trousers soon. But he smiled when he thought how he was going to return the bra to Tracy.

  

  

  

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