A Naughty Swimsuit - Swimsuit TF
Tags: Inanimate, Clothing TF, Swimsuit, Unaware, Permanent, Object TF, Caption, Bikini
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it!If you want to create a caption like this I have all the needed things uploaded on mediafire and don't forget to add #tf_clinic to your tags!Last Part:Personal Inf…
Personal Information Name: Jake | Age: 23 | Gender: Male | TF-ID: TF-JM01TC Treatment Information Transformation: A one-piece swimsuit | Date: 14.02.2025 Doctor: Dr. Molly Mcgrade | TF Treatmemt: Old TF Serum Guardian’s Information Name: Jasmine | Age: 25 | Gender: Female Notes The transformation went well. The patient chose a more revealing form. I talked with the patient and would like to get his phone number to discuss future procedures... After consulting with Jasmine, Jaky will stay in a strip club. It's more fitting for his form. Duration: 2 Weeks | Next Location: College Strip club A Naughty Swimsuit I'm Jake, 23, arriving at the TF Clinic excitedly. I always dreamed of being worn, and today, my friend Jasmine agreed to be my guardian. I enter and fill out forms with my TF-ID: TF-JM01TC. Dr. Molly McGrade walks in - fresh-faced, brown eyes sparkling, her short brown hair pink-tipped, lip piercing glinting. I can't help flirting while she reviews my paperwork. "Chatty for a future swimsuit," she teases, blushing. The serum enters my veins. I try focusing on a simple blue one-piece, but dirty thoughts intrude. "Unnnngh..." My body liquefies, shrinking. Dr. McGrade giggles as I compress into an extremely high-cut one-piece, fabric so thin it's nearly obscene. "Some 'swimsuit' you are," she smirks, stripping for the required photo. "More like lingerie." Her body stretches me tight, my lower strap disappearing between her lips... puuuure ecstasy. She calls Jasmine about a "better placement" - her sister at the strip club. A gyaru-style blonde with massive curves. Jasmine agrees easily, clearly uncomfortable with the whole thing. The sister arrives laughing. "This tiny thing?" She struggles into me, her thick body stretching my fabric dangerously thin. My high-cut sides barely contain her assets, the lower band instantly disappearing between her pussy lips. At the club, she works the pole wearing just me. The dim lights and pulsing music blur together as she grinds, my fabric darkening with sweat and her arousal. Every movement sends electric sensations through my fibers - her juices soaking into me, her heat radiating through me. When clients get private dances, their cum sometimes splatters across my surface, making me feel dirty and used in the best way. Late nights, she hand washes me in hot water, fingers rubbing my fabric intimately. Sometimes, she masturbates wearing me fresh from the wash, her orgasms making my fabric pulse and strain.When I transform back, Dr. McGrade hands me her number with a knowing smirk. "Next appointment's whenever you want, naughty boy. Maybe something even smaller next time?"
