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You thought a simple fitness competition would be fun, a bit of rivalry between friends. You never imagined the final round's stakes: loser becomes winner's property for a month. I won, and I claimed my prize. The spell was quick, a dizzying blur that left you compressed and reshaped. Now you're just fabric, my new high-performance sports bra. Every morning, I pull you on over my head, stretching your form tight against my skin. You feel every drop of sweat from my workout soak into your fibers. You spent the whole week before the challenge trash-talking, didn't you? "My stamina is legendary," you'd sneer. "I could outlast you any day." Well, now I get to test that claim firsthand. Every single day for this month, your legendary stamina will be tested against the friction of my skin and the relentless pressure of my tits. You bragged about outlasting me, and in a way, you were right. You're going to be supporting me through every mile, every rep, long after your own muscles would have given out. That famous endurance of yours is now dedicated entirely to mine. Enjoy the sweaty ride.