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“God… how many days has it been? Repeatedly being used and put back into her gym bag, moving and sitting for HOURS in her musk filled bag, drenched in sweat. She still hasn’t bought a new sports bra yet…” Johnathan recalled the last events of being his tomboy, exercise obsessed, sister’s sports bra. “Weightlifting day wasn’t too bad as it was mainly just minor movements and sweat, but cardio and yoga days were the worst as he was thrown around and forced to hold up his sister’s massive tits. Hell, speaking of her tits, I swear they’ve gotten bigger over the past few days despite all of her exercising. Everytme she’s put me on I feel more strained and notice more boob spillage under her armpits.”
The monotony of sitting in the dark, musk filled gym bag was finally broken as light spilled in and Johnathan’s topless sister pulled him out. “Can you at least wash me? It’s been multiple days of wearing your one sweaty and dirty sports bra, just take a break for one day and wash me.” But he was ignored as his unaware sister wrapped him around her potato bag sized tits, fastened the straps, and let their full weight push against the cups of Johnathan’s helpless fabric body. “She went for a long jog yesterday so I believe it’s upper body workout day… great.”
She walked out of the locker room and began doing some arm stretches which pushed and pulled Johnathan around, her arm occasionally pushing into her tits which would temporarily relieve him of his duties. She moved onto push-ups where she started planking on the ground, her gigantic breasts resting on the ground, before she lifted herself from the ground. As she pushed up against the floor Johnathan could feel the entire weight of her breasts push against him. It felt as if 2 heavy bags of sand were being held up by his dangling body, “God why do you have to have such fat tits sis?” This continued on for a while switching from brief respites for Johnathan as she brought herself down but feeling his sweat soaked, fabric body thinning due to the weight he was tasked with containing. “It’s too much, please!” Jonathan pleaded but was unheard as his sister went from push-ups to burpees. Now on top of having the entire weight of her ridiculous fleshbags Johnathan was being thrown around with every jump his sister did until- RIIIIIIIIIIIIIP! Jonathan felt a sharp pain course through his body.
“Oh not now! I knew I needed a new bra!” Jonathan heard his sister panic as she stopped her exercises and wrapped her arms around her breasts, squishing johnathan into her sweaty and musk filled flesh. “Ah fuck me.” She muttered as she grabbed her gym bag and water bottle and left the gym, still wearing Johnathan. Her hurried sprint sent Johnathan swaying and bouncing despite his sister’s pathetic attempts to hold him before she got in her car and headed home.
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His sister had run into their house, throwing her gym stuff on her bed before she took Johnathan off and began inspecting him. “Fuck I can’t miss my workout tomorrow.” She was rapidly turning Johnathan around feeling parts of his fabric which he noticed her fingers were going through some holes in him. “I should’ve bought more earlier damnit.” She stamped her foot in frustration which sent her bare and sagging breasts bouncing but Johnathan didn’t have much time to appreciate them as she walked over to the trash can and threw him into it. His sister threw on a shirt and hurried out the door to, he assumed, buy some new sports bras finally.
Shortly after he heard the front door shut he heard it reopen before multiple footsteps began making their way through the house. Jonathan’s vision of the ceiling from the trash can was obscured by his friends' faces peering in and exclaiming that they found him. “Come on! Grab him out!” They reached in grabbed the moist and smelly sports bra which was their friend. “Eeeewwww… did she ever wash you man? That’s sick man. Anyways the reversal powder came in so let’s get ya turned back!” Anthony dangled the wet bra from his pinched fingers as Mike pulled out the reversal powder and sprinkled it onto Johnathan. “Yo why isn’t it working?” Anthony asked Mike.
“I dunno man it should have.” Mike turned the bottle around and began slowly reading the bottles instructions. “Ah I see why. It says here to be careful with transformed people as if they’re damaged it becomes permanent. Sorry man.” Mike shrugged at Johnathan who was still dangling from Anthony’s fingers.
“Dude, that sucks! Uuuhhhh…” Anthony looked at Johnathan, then at the trash can. “Sorry man. I hope you ain't mad.”
“Wait Anthony!” Mike stopped Anthony from dropping their friend, now a sports bra, back into the trash. “I mean she’s kinda hot man and like, she already threw it away.” He grabbed Johnathan’s fabric body from Anthony’s hand and pulled the moist bra to his face, one cup of the bra completely dwarfing his face, as he took a long whiff of Johnathan. “When will we get another opportunity at her clothes now that Johnathan is gone?”
“What are you getting at Mike?”
“I mean… this is prime wanking material right here!” He dangled the sports bra in front of Anthony’s face.
“You guys wouldn’t! No! Just throw me away!” Jonathan was silently screaming at his friends as they debated to keep him as a fucking cum rag. “You guys are sick fucks!”
“Dude you’re a fucking genius!” Anthony agreed with Mike. “Let’s take it and leave before she comes back!”
“Guys! Please? Please don’t”