Cursed Prince - Stacy's Bra
Tags: Inanimate, Clothing TF, Caption, Bra, Curse
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord ServerIt's an ongoing series. Check the Lore part here if you want to have your character use the prince.This caption is day 31 Day | 2 Day |Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5Cursed Prince - Stacy's BraMagic swirled around the P…
Magic swirled around the Prince as his form dissolved and reformed into delicate black lace. Stacy lifted the transformed bra with trembling hands as it appeared before her. She nearly dropped him twice before successfully putting him on. 'At least she's gentler than the others,' he thought as she fumbled with the clasps. Unlike Luna's calculated torment, Stacy's movements were uncertain, almost apologetic. Her generous curves pressed against his fabric form, warm and soft. "I'm sorry about this," she whispered, adjusting him beneath her breasts. "But after what you did to me in front of everyone... making me... with those plates I dropped..." Her voice trailed off as she remembered the humiliation. The storage room was dim and dusty when her boyfriend arrived. His strong hands immediately found her chest, making the Prince's fabric stretch and conform. The sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant, like giving a reluctant massage rather than true torture. "Jake," Stacy moaned, pressing herself into his touch. "The Prince... he's right here... feeling everything..." Her natural clumsiness made everything messier and more chaotic. She knocked over a broom, stumbled against shelves, and giggled nervously as they proceeded. The Prince found himself stretched and pulled in various directions as she recreated their forced encounter, this time willingly with her love. 'This is... different,' he realized as warm fluids began soaking his fibers. Unlike Luna's cruel precision or the other maids' vengeful use, Stacy's passion was genuine if simple. Her movements were eager but clumsy, making everything more intense through sheer accident. "Oops," she gasped as another splash of fluid hit his fabric. "Sorry, Your Highness... I'm not very good at this..." Hours passed in a blur of clumsy passion. Stacy bumped her head twice, knocked over several items, and somehow managed to tear one of his straps - all while lost in pleasure with her boyfriend. The Prince endured it all, finding her apologetic nature almost endearing compared to his previous tormentors. When they finally finished, Stacy carefully unhooked him, nearly tripping as she did so. "That was... wow," she breathed, hanging him carefully on a hook. "Maybe next time will be... nicer? I'm still learning..." They left him there, thoroughly used but somehow less violated than before. Her final touch had been almost gentle, lacking the cruel intent of his other punishments. Now he hung in the storage room, soaked through with various fluids, waiting for whatever clumsy encounter might come next.
