Charisma Part 3

The corset was every bit as beautiful as the brassiere. Tiffany couldn’t wait to try it on. It was, Charisma told her, “an 1880 corset in white jacquard and white lace trim; it laces up the back.” The top of the corset rose above Tiffany’s breasts, the front covered her abdomen, and the sides enclosed her hips. “It will keep you erect--no pun intended--and it will firm and flatten you anywhere that needs minor adjustments in those areas, not that your figure needs any real assistance along those lines, other than, perhaps, your waist.”

“May I put it on?” Tiffany asked.

Charisma laughed. “Of course, dear; it’s yours.” The shemale had certainly earned it, the sorceress thought. “Don’t wear anything else, though--just the corset.”

A thought occurred to Tiffany. “Will it do anything to me?”

Charisma frowned. “What do you mean?”

“When I wore your bra, it increased the size of my breasts. Will the corset do anything similar? I mean, it’s magic, too, isn’t it?”

The seamstress grinned. “Try it on and see.”

Tiffany hesitated.

“It won’t hurt you,” Charisma promised.

Tiffany donned the corset. When she’d worn the bra, her tits had felt different, as if they were filled with jelly, and the jelly seemed to shift and slide within her breasts. She could feel her boobs expanding, swelling, seeming to inflate. These sensations had frightened her at the time, although she hadn’t remembered them since, until now. In retrospect, she realized that the sensations must have been associated with the increase in her breast size. Her tits had actually been growing inside the beautiful bra that had molded them. Her boobs had expanded to fit the bra cups. Would something similar take place with regard to the corset?

“You look sexy as hell wearing nothing but that corset,” Charisma observed.