A Simple Pair Of Panties
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If you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Right now 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!Personal InformationName: And…
If you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Right now 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! Personal Information Name: Andrew | Age: 22 | Gender: Male | TF-ID: TF-AM23TC Treatment Information Transformation: A pair of simple panties? wtf | Date: 09.01.2025 Doctor: Dr. Fiona Vernetti | TF Treatmemt: TF Serum Guardian’s Information Name: NA? | Age: NA | Gender: NA Notes Please let the 'special' individuals know that they need to tell their guardian information... Now we need to store this fucking 'special' piece of cloth in the storage! Let's hope he doesn't get lost, but thank god they don't read the contract... Duration: 3 Months | Next Location: Storage room E-5 A Simple Pair Of Panties I'm Andrew, 22, standing nervously at the TF Clinic's front desk. "I want to transform into...panties. Just simple light blue ones." The receptionist looks weirded out but hands me the paperwork. My dick twitches, imagining my future form. Dr. Vernetti enters, her long blonde hair flowing past her shoulders, multiple metal studs glinting in her ears, brown eyes regarding me coldly. She preps the serum without even looking at my file. "Let's get this over with." The injection burns through my veins. "Ohhhhh fuuuck!" My skin ripples, bones dissolving. Everything flattens, stretches. Each nerve ending explodes into delicate threads weaving together. My consciousness spreads through cotton-blend fibers. Dr. Vernetti finally checks my paperwork, her expression darkening. "No guardian form? Reception screwed up. Well..." She lifts my new panty form, scowling. "Storage it is. Should've checked before injection." Darkness. Weeks pass. Then light - feminine fingers. "These look nice, mom brought them from work." Her skin feels amazing against my fabric. Every curve, every fold sends pleasure through my threads. Her pussy's heat soaks into me. When she masturbates, grinding against me, electric thrills pulse through my being. Her juices seep into my fibers. This is everything I dreamed. Each day brings new sensations - the sway of her hips, sweat beading, arousal dampening me. Sometimes she wears me for dates, sometimes just lounging. I love all of it. Dr. Vernetti eventually checks storage. "Subject TF-AM23TC missing...well, can't track every transformed panty. His rights adjusted the moment he became an object." She flicks her hair, walking away annoyed. Next Part:
