Helpless Heroine (Clothing TF/Bimbofication)

Brianna White, AKA the Crystal Knight, usually gets to at least try and stop villains - but she's the kind of hero that needs prep time. Unfortunately for her, when she's caught off guard by a villain, it marks the beginning of a long day of utterly losing control of her life. 

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It was good to have a day off once in a while, Brianna decided. She lived a very busy life. Half her time was spent in a college classroom, and the other half was generally put into superhero work. She hardly had time to sleep some weeks, let alone do anything for recreational purposes. But that was why she liked to set aside what time she could to just enjoy herself.

That particular day, that took the form of shopping. She wasn’t a shopaholic by any means, but there was something satisfying about getting this stuff done herself, and she had a budget each month to spend on indulgences like some of the new clothes she was perusing. Brianna casually browsed through the available dresses, wondering if there was anything there her girlfriend Lydia might particularly enjoy seeing her in.

There was of course, a downside to relaxing and basically being in general “civilian mode”; she didn’t have any supernatural senses or even have her usual technological warning measures out and about. She was too occupied with what she was doing and didn’t notice a suspicious woman entering the shop.

She also didn’t notice her raising up her hands and starting to glow, at least not until she spoke as well. “Hm… this will do nicely,” The woman said, “You all must have rather poor taste to be shopping here. I think it’ll be fun to show you what clothes should look like.”

Brianna whirled around, just in time to see beams of light spread in a starburst from the woman’s fingers. It was a villain, and here she was out of uniform. Even as she tried to trigger her own transformation, the beam of light hit her and she began to change. This time, it seemed, she wouldn’t be the hero, but another helpless victim!

She lost a grip on the dress she’d been holding as her extremities went numb. She saw a pale pink color creeping into her fingers, just before she lost her balance and fell to the ground. The impact didn’t hurt, oddly. But she was paralyzed, unable to move as she changed. The pink crept up her extremities and towards her core, and as it did she found her limbs shrinking away and contracting inwards.

The new coloring spread up her chest, and as it did she could feel that - as she might have expected from what the villainess said - it wasn’t skin anymore, but fabric. It was odd, but she could feel how smooth it was without touching it, and the feeling of it spreading was more pleasing than she’d like to admit. She was turning into a piece of clothing! By this point, she was just a torso and head on the ground, and everywhere below the neck was fabric. It wasn’t long before that changed as well, the pink crawling up her neck and soon covering her head. She fell flat against the ground as she felt suddenly deflated, hollow.

As her waist started to pull upwards into her chest, her bust seemed to swell in size, as if the material from the rest of her had been pulled in to make it grow. It was a strange feeling, but it felt surprisingly good - she was kind of glad she didn’t have lungs anymore, or she might have embarrassed herself. What was left of her besides her bust mostly followed suit, as her head fell inwards and vanished into her mass, and most of her chest seemed to vanish as it pressed against her bust. Soon, all that was left of her was her breasts and some straps; it became obvious what she had become as her breasts seemed to open up to be filled.

Brianna lay there, an unmoving inanimate object, as the villain perused her new acquisitions. She could sense that she was not the only victim; in the blink of an eye, every person in the store had become an article of clothing. Brianna felt a not small amount of impotent anger - she’d been right there, and she hadn’t even been able to try and stop her! Instead, here she was, a pretty sports bra waiting around to be worn; nobody would have even guessed she was supposed to be a superheroine.

The villain collected the assorted clothes left strewn about, and neatly sorted them into separate compartments of a large case she’d brought with her, by type. “That should be enough stock to open for the day…” she muttered.

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Brianna had been carried for who knew how long to God knows where. When she came out of the dark case, it was only to be put on display; she was strapped onto a mannequin and now stood overlooking racks of clothing. Around her she could see other clothes that had been recently acquired by the villainess - and price tags.

It was some kind of designer clothing boutique, she realized; the kind that boasted every article of clothing as being absolutely unique. If she didn’t miss her guess, the villainess owned the place, and was now planning to sell off all the clothes she’d created. It was such a roundabout way to get cash, by the standards of villains - maybe she just really enjoyed the transformations and this part was bonus points.

Through the day, Brianna found herself being handled by half a dozen different people. She was lucky that none of them walked out with her. She was too big to fit two of them. One of them, she was too small for (which was impressive, she wasn’t a small bra). The rest she had fit snugly, and they’d planned to take her, but various things got in their way; one of them realized how expensive she was, tried to sneak out while wearing her, and got turned into a matching panties set for her trouble. Another was rude to the villainess while trying to haggle down, and ended up as a new mannequin to display her. The third was too enthusiastic about her new bra and knocked some skirts from the rack, and was made to join them as a result.

Brianna was getting bored, waiting around. Being an inanimate object was never exactly a fun experience, but just sitting around on a mannequin was uniquely boring. Nothing to do but wait to be purchased.

She was zoning out when another pair of women came up to her. “Hmmm… maybe you should try this one, hm?” one voice suggested.

“Are you sure? It seems a bit big for me…” Another said back.

“Oh, nonsense. It’ll fit you fine. At least by the time I’m done with you~”

Brianna came back to alertness at that last part. That last statement wasn’t exactly the sort of thing random people off the street would say.

She recognized the people in front of her. One of them was, surprisingly, her own mother - Amber White, out having a fun shopping trip with a friend.

That friend had been the one who had suggested Amber try on the bra. Brianna had developed a talent for seeing through the different forms that local supervillain shapeshifter (who wasn’t all that evil really) Morgan so often took. Today, she’d taken the form of a woman with skin the color of dark chocolate and long black hair, along with her usual impressive figure.

The pair asked permission from the owner to try on the bra, and then took Brianna off the mannequin and into the changing room. Amber stripped down and tried to put the new sports bra on, but she found that her chest wasn’t nearly big enough to make it fit. “I told you that it wouldn’t fit…” she sighed. “Well, guess we’ll just have to put it back.”

“Don’t be hasty now, Amber~” Morgan said. “A sorceress like me can take care of such minor problems like that easily~”

Morgan’s spell was quick and efficient, hitting Amber before she could even realize a spell was being cast. The first change was that she got a bit taller, growing several centimeters until she was eye-level with the rather tall Morgan. Then, her figure started to shift. Her ass ballooned, along with her thighs, giving her the kind of rear-end that many would love to see in motion. Her hips flared out and waist pulled in; when she walked forward a few steps, seeing how the changes had effected her, there was a natural sway in her hips.

“Oooh, this is fun!” Amber said, taking a squeeze of her own bottom as she marvelled at how it had grown. The change felt really nice as it worked it’s way up her body, and besides, Amber was always interested in transformations anyway; they were cool and it was nice to have a chance to experience the same kind of thing that her daughter was always undergoing, as a way to relate to her.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Morgan said with a grin as she watched. The transformation continued, giving Amber an hourglass figure before moving on to the main event.

Her chest began to swell in size, slowly filling in the cups of her new bra. Brianna could feel the change as well, feel her wearer’s bust growing to fit her. And it felt good, as Amber’s breasts grew first big enough to fill her, and then big enough to stretch her, her fabric straining to contain the mammaries in a way that was shockingly pleasurable to the living bra. It did nothing to help her ability to think straight when Amber’s hands reached up to give herself a few squeezes there, the sensation of being pressed up against the boobs mentally overwhelming Brianna.

She was so focused on the pleasure she hardly noticed Morgan waving her hand again and casting more magic. “Hmm… maybe a sports bra won’t fit your new self. Something racier makes sense~” she said, and Brianna’s coloring shifted. Her bright pink darkened down, becoming an inky black, while her modest stretchy material shifted. She felt herself becoming thinner, and could see the lace forming. She wasn’t a sports bra any longer, but a suggestive black piece that emphasized Amber’s new size and amplified her cleavage.

The transformation rapidly approached it’s final stages, as Amber’s hair grew longer and brighter, while her face seemed to lose a significant chunk of it’s age lines and wrinkles. Soon, she looked for all the world like a blonde bombshell in her early twenties.

Her mind seemed to notice. She felt good. Better than she had in decades. Her boobs were perky and big, her butt bubbly as they came, and she knew she was sexy. Worries about how she had to get back to work from this lunch break fell away, along with any concerns for work any other day of the week for that matter. What mattered to Amber just then was to have fun - all kinds of fun. Brianna could feel Amber’s nipples perking up with arousal as she thought about just what kinds she might want to have…

“How’re you feeling, Amber~?” Morgan asked. She looked at Amber’s breasts pointedly - while she could just be admiring them and it wouldn’t be all that out of character, Brianna had the sense that Morgan knew exactly what - or rather who - she was looking at.

“Never better!” Amber exclaimed, launching herself at Morgan to embrace her. Brianna got the interesting experience of being squished between two rather large sets of mammaries, which left her far too dazed to really pay attention to what they said next. “Why don’t we have a night on the town, huh? Just two sexy ladies~”

“Why, that sounds wonderful, Amber~” Morgan said, reaching around to cup Amber’s ass while another rubbed her breast. But the play didn’t last long - they were in a changing room. “Let’s buy that and get going, hm? We have a fun evening ahead!”

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Morgan gently pushed Amber onto her bed. The blonde bimbo giggled drunkenly, hands reaching out to paw at Morgan’s bosom a bit more, but she was unconscious and not too hard to untangle.

A wild night out on the town had involved a lot of drinking, a lot of dancing, and not a small amount of flirting either. Overall, a fun time had been had, but Morgan wasn’t about to let Amber run off with the first hot guy she found even in that kind of form, so she’d been responsible for once in her life and brought her home.

Now that Amber had tired herself out, Morgan did a quick spell, and the woman’s bra appeared in her hand - or rather, Brianna did, seeing as they were one and the same. “Evening, Brianna. Wasn’t that a fun time?”

Brianna fumed, choosing not to respond until she was turned back. It unfortunately had been. A very embarrassing fun time, but Amber had been groped a number of times, and reciprocated, and that had made for a real experience for her bra. Not that she’d ever admit it given the choice.

Morgan rolled her eyes and brought Brianna to another room, and as Brianna had frankly expected, slipped out of her own clothes before putting Brianna on. She posed in front of the mirror, raising up her breasts and getting a feel. “You make a real nice bra, Brianna,” Morgan said cheerfully, “Good amount of support, and so soft…”

Brianna wasn’t responding, trying really hard not to acknowledge the pleasure she felt at Morgan’s body rubbing against her. “Can we just… go to the part where you turn me back…” she managed to say eventually, and even managed not to moan during it. She didn’t have a mouth, but Morgan could usually connect with her telepathically when she was an object.

Morgan sighed. “If you insist,” she said, before using another spell. One minute, the bra was on Morgan’s chest. The next, Brianna had returned to her human form, sitting on the bed, just as she had been before that villainess had appeared.

She sighed in relief at being a person again. “Thank you.” she said begrudgingly. She might be embarrassed, but at least it was Morgan and Amber who had picked her up and not some stranger off the street. Although with Morgan’s uncanny ability to find her even when she vanished without a trace as some villain’s newest collectible, that probably would have led to the same outcome, if taken longer to reach it.

“Ah, it’s no problem~” Morgan said, smiling. She was still topless, but at this point, Brianna was a bit desensitized to the sorceress’ casual nudity. “That little romp reminded me a bit of when we first met. First time in a modern city, first time turning you into lingerie, and having a wonderful time with both. Another lady in my position might have kept you like that, you know! But I’m nice, and it’d be dreadfully boring to transform you once and be done with it.”

Brianna was mostly tuning out the monologue. She didn’t need a refresher on their relationship. She’d stood up, and was getting ready to transform and get a move on. “There’s still a bunch of other people in that shop. I’m going to go get them, so make sure Mum’s doing alright tonight, ok?” she said, about to go out the door.

“Oh, relax, Brianna,” Morgan said with a leisurely wave of her hand. “You worry too much. Why not try and have some fun?” she said.

Brianna sighed, knowing a spell was coming but not knowing what it was. The question was quickly answered, as she brushed a few strands of blonde hair out of her face - a tone rather like what her mum had been given not that long before. The change began in earnest, and Brianna could see in the mirror how her body shifted and reformed itself.

“Morgan, come on…” she groaned, as her bust began to balloon under her hands, stretching her shirt to bursting before it shifted into a loose halter top big enough to contain her new mammaries. “Do we have to do this now?”

“Of course! You need to relax a bit, and I don’t know a better way!” Morgan said cheerfully. She was clearly enjoying the view, from Brianna’s now massive mammaries to how her bottom was swelling into a more bubbly shape. She gave the bimbo in the making’s ass a friendly squeeze, as if to emphasize the point. “Besides, this way you look more like Amber again.”

The transformation continued rapidly. Brianna’s hair had already turned a bright platinum blonde and was now lengthening to brush her bottom, while her figure took on a more extreme hourglass shape. While she wasn’t lacking in that department to start with, the change was exaggerating her figure significantly.

Brianna found it harder to focus as the change started to reach it’s conclusion. Morgan knew not to mess with her intelligence, but her attention span took a hit and she found her thoughts drifting to more sexy topics. “Morgaaaan…” she groaned plaintively.

“Don’t you feel better now? Just don’t worry about anything, a bimbo’s job is to have fun.” Morgan chided her. “You’ve always been a bit uptight, ever since we met! Don’t you know how to relax? It made it pretty hard to focus on anything when you were complaining the entire time that you were lingerie.”

She was being kinda uptight, wasn’t she? Why not relax, maybe invite Lydia over for a fun time… she shook her head. “I have to go help people… it’s my job!” she said, managing to push through the mental fog for the moment.

“Well, you’re a bimbo now, so your job is to have fun.” Morgan insisted.

Brianna couldn’t help but think it made sense. “Yeah, that does sound right… but it feels wrong?” she said, pouting a bit. Her head hurt a bit.

“Hmmm, maybe I could take you to your girlfriend, see if she can help you relax. I’m sure Amber wouldn’t mind being some sexy lingerie for you.” Morgan suggested.

God, but that was tempting. Brianna actually found herself nodding before she stopped herself. “...Maybe another time, ok? I have to do my… my work thing. I think.”

“Thinking seems a bit hard for you right now, so why don’t you just stop?” Morgan suggested.

“Nope. Can’t do that. Have to do whatever it is.” Brianna said. Although she had a hard time remembering what she was actually supposed to be doing, she knew it was important.

Morgan sighed. “It’s kinda cute that you’re so dedicated. Maybe that’s why you’re so much fun to transform?” she shrugged. “Whatever. You know what, I’ll help!”

“Help how?” Brianna started to ask, but Morgan ignored her.

Morgan had begun to change already. Her skin was lightening, until it matched the natural shade that Brianna had. Her currently black hair brightened a bit, taking some color into it as it shifted to a dark red, and shortened until it just barely brushed her shoulders. It’s style changed as well, becoming more wavy.

Her figure adjusted as well. Her bust stayed the same - Morgan always wanted to have the biggest breasts in any given room. But the rest of her figure seemed to become more mundane and less runway model. Her face started to restructure itself, and it wasn’t long before Brianna found herself looking into Morgan’s newly green eyes and recognizing her own looks.

It hadn’t taken very long for Morgan to change; one minute she was a dark skinned bombshell, and the next she was… well, Brianna. She grinned broadly at the original. “Ta-dah~ Brianna White, at your service.”

“How’s that help?” The original asked, confused. “And I’m Brianna.”

“Well, for the first one, you aren’t in much of a state to help anyone.” The new Brianna said. “Your bimbo brain will just get you caught by a villain or something.”

“That’s your fault though…”

“It is Morgan’s fault,” The second Brianna agreed. “For the second point… even putting aside the fact you’re a bimbo right now, you won’t be Brianna for much longer~ You get to have a break from yourself.”

The original was about to ask what she meant. But instead, she just collapsed on the bed, already beginning to shrink again. This was familiar - turning to fabric, her body collapsing inwards. She was turning into clothes again!

“You’ll come with me, and we’ll help a bunch of people.” Brianna (the bustier one) said. “Then you won’t have to worry so much.”

The change happened quickly, as the bimbo’s skin turned to black and pink fabric and concentrated around her bust again. She was turning once more into a bra, this time a nice, busty sports bra. Once the change completed, Brianna picked up the bra and strapped it on.

It wasn’t Brianna anymore, really. As the new Brianna had said, the bra would be taking a break from that identity - instead, the bimbo got to enjoy herself by being very, very close to a pair of very hot tits. Brianna smiled, and waltzed out of the house to go do some heroics. There were people to turn back into people, villains to catch!