Added To The Collection - Figurine TF
Tags: Inanimate, Statue TF, Caption, Doll TF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord ServerThis caption is from the mimic agency universe. Check this post out if you have an idea for a mission where our little team alpha could go.Last Part:Added To The Collection - Figurine TFAgent Hydra sneaked tow…
This caption is from the mimic agency universe. Check this post out if you have an idea for a mission where our little team alpha could go. Last Part: Added To The Collection - Figurine TF Agent Hydra sneaked towards the CFO's luxury apartment, her voluptuous form barely contained by the skintight TF suit. The latex-like material clung to every curve, her nipples visibly poking through the fabric. She reveled in the feeling, a wicked grin on her full, pouty lips. "Let's have some fun," Hydra purred, activating her suit. She morphed into a sleek, black mini vibrator, slipping easily under the apartment door. Once inside, she transformed back, her golden hair cascading down her back as she surveyed the room. Hydra's blue eyes, with their distinctive pink rings, widened as she took in the CFO's collection. Anime figurines, body pillows, and questionable posters covered every surface. "What a lonely little otaku," she sneered, running a finger along a shelf of scantily-clad figures. Hydra couldn't help but admire her reflection in various mirrors as she explored the apartment. Her curvaceous figure and striking features never failed to bring a smirk to her face. She posed provocatively, enjoying how the TF suit accentuated her assets. "Oh, you naughty boy," Hydra murmured, discovering a hidden stash of particularly lewd manga. "Mommy likes." Footsteps approached. With a smirk, Hydra quickly transformed into a busty anime figurine, positioning herself among the collection. The CFO entered, his eyes immediately locking onto the new addition. "Vermeil?!" he gasped, snatching up the black Hydra figurine. "But... something's different." His fingers traced the contours of her miniature swimsuit, lingering on specific areas where the tf drive was lingering. Hydra fought to stay in this form as the man's sweaty hands pawed at her plastic form. When his fingers found her hidden TF drive, she felt a jolt of panic. 'No, don't--' Pop! The drive came free. Hydra realized with growing horror that she was now trapped in figurine form. "Let's get you painted properly," the CFO muttered, carrying her to a workstation. Hydra endured hours of meticulous detailing, her plastic body tingling with each brush stroke. Despite her predicament, she couldn't help but feel a twisted arousal at the attention. As the CFO worked, Hydra observed him closely. His trembling hands and the way he'd occasionally pause to stare at her figurine form with undisguised longing were pathetic yet strangely fascinating. She'd never seen someone so thoroughly consumed by their obsession. Once finished, the CFO stood back to admire his work. "Perfect," he breathed, his hand moving to his belt. Hydra's plastic eyes widened as he unzipped his pants.'Oh, honey,' she thought with a mixture of disgust and amusement. 'That's what you're working with?' What followed was simultaneously Hydra's most horrifying and hilarious experience. The CFO's clumsy attempts at self-pleasure would have had her in stitches if she could move. Instead, she remained frozen as he splattered her newly painted form with his seed. This continued for two agonizing days. Hydra's figurine body became a sticky, defiled mess. She oscillated between fury at her situation and a perverse enjoyment of her new role as this pathetic man's object of desire. During the rare moments when the CFO left her alone, Hydra's mind raced. She plotted elaborate revenge scenarios, imagined the delicious blackmail material she was gathering, and even found herself pondering her captor's sad, lonely existence. The CFO would talk to her for hours, revealing his deepest insecurities and fantasies. Hydra absorbed every word, filing away potential weaknesses to exploit later. But to her surprise, she also felt occasional pangs of pity for the man. His isolation was clearly self-imposed, born of fear and social awkwardness. 'Get it together, Ivy,' she chastised herself. 'You're not here to play therapist to some anime-obsessed virgin.' On the third day, a familiar face appeared. Agent Pegasus stood before her, looking thoroughly disturbed."Don't worry, Hydra. I've already saved Phoenix. Now it's your turn," Pegasus whispered, her face twisted in disgust at the state of the figurine. "Let's get you out of here." With quick thinking, Pegasus transformed into a nondescript package, enveloping Hydra. They escaped, leaving behind a very confused and slightly heartbroken CFO.Once safely away, Pegasus released Hydra, restoring her TF drive. As Hydra morphed back to her human form, she stretched languorously, enjoying the feeling of her own skin again. "Well, that was quite the adventure," Hydra purred, licking her lips. "Though I must say, being worshiped has its perks." She winked at the clearly uncomfortable Pegasus. "You're... not traumatized?" Pegasus asked incredulously. Hydra laughed, a rich, sultry sound. "Oh darling, shaking me takes more than a little otaku fun. Now, tell me about dear little Phoenix. I bet her adve
