All mixed up! - Lube TF
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DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord Server. Some of the other things you can find there are NSFW captions without the censor and giveaways for commissions!'All mixed up! - Lube TF(Commission cap for TheToo)Last Part:The exclusive boutique 'XXXShopForA…
(Commission cap for TheToo) Last Part: The exclusive boutique 'XXXShopForAllSpecies,' nestled between a bookstore and coffee shop, looked unassuming from the outside. Matilda's purple hair caught sunlight as she pushed through the door, the bell jingling softly. At 43, motherhood had only enhanced her curves, filling out her sundress in ways that turned heads. "Just browsing," she told the clerk, a knowing smile passing between them. This shop specializes in those in special conditions like hers. Her fingers traced shelves of specialty products - transformation enhancers, stability compounds, and sensation amplifiers. After her recent gummy bear adventure with Maurice, she'd developed a taste for deliberate transformations rather than embarrassing accidents. The 'Create Your Own' station drew her attention. A gleaming machine with tubes, containers and digital interface promised custom body products. The advertisement boasted: "Personalized lotions, oils and creams! Add your own essence for maximum absorption!" "Hmmm..." She examined the controls, noting options for scent, texture, and viscosity. The purple sample button beckoned. When pressed, a dollop of lavender-scented lotion appeared in the collection tray. "Perfect match for my hair," she murmured, testing its consistency between her fingers. The sensation triggered her condition immediately. Her fingertips softened, molecular structure destabilizing at the contact point. "Whoops," she whispered, pulling back too quickly. SLURRRP The machine's suction caught her softened fingers, drawing them into the mixing chamber. "Wait!!! UNNGH!" The unexpected pull sent waves of sensation up her arm as more flesh was drawn in. "Help!" she called, but the boutique had emptied, the clerk disappeared into the back room. The machine hummed louder, drawing her arm deeper. Her shoulder compressed against the opening, flesh softening further with each tug. The feeling wasn't painful but rather intensely pleasurable as her molecular structure dispersed. "Ohhhhh..." Her resistance melted away as the machine pulled her breasts through next, compressing them into purple streaks that swirled into the mixture. Her torso followed, then hips and legs, each part dissolving into the churning vat. Inside, Matilda's consciousness spread through the thick liquid. Mechanical paddles whipped her essence thoroughly, incorporating stabilizers and fragrance. The motion distributed her everywhere at once, spinning and folding her substance until she became uniform with the base. DING The machine completed its cycle. Where Matilda had stood now remained only her empty sundress crumpled on the floor. Her transformed essence filled the reservoir with ten gallons of shimmering purple body lotion with flecks that caught the light. The clerk returned, eyebrows rising at the full container. "Now who left this running?" she muttered, checking the display. "Custom Purple Passion Body Lotion. Huh." With efficient movements, she began filling containers with dozens of elegant bottles labeled with the boutique's logo. Each contained a portion of Matilda's consciousness, her awareness fragmenting between them and not staying in a single form. The strange sensation of being simultaneously in multiple containers disoriented her. She couldn't move, couldn't speak, just experience the cool glass against her transformed substance. "Limited edition!" the clerk announced to customers, positioning bottles prominently. "Our most hydrating formula yet. Absorbs completely with no residue!" Those words sent panic through Matilda's dispersed awareness. Absorption meant becoming part of someone else's skin, perhaps permanently. The bottles sold quickly. Her consciousness stretched thinner with each purchase, fragments leaving the store in elegant bags. One remained purchased by a familiar face. "This matches my wife's hair perfectly," Maurice grinned, examining the purple lotion. "She's been... experimenting lately." The clerk winked. "She'll love how it feels going on." Maurice brought her home, placing the bottle on their bathroom counter. "Matilda?" he called through the house, receiving no answer. Hours passed as Matilda's fragment waited, unable to communicate. When Maurice finally entered the bathroom to shower, she desperately tried to make the bottle wobble. "That's weird," he muttered, noticing the slight movement. Curiosity piqued, he opened the cap and sniffed. "Smells like... Matilda?" Dropping a dollop onto his palm, he examined the shimmering purple substance. When it quivered distinctly, recognition dawned. "Oh my god... Matilda?!" He touched it cautiously, feeling the lotion warm and respond. "Is this... you?" The lotion rippled affirmatively. "How many bottles were there?" he asked, understanding dawning. Dozens, she thought desperately, unable to answer. Maurice moved quickly, gathering supplies. With careful precision, he poured her fragment into a shallow bowl, then added water and a specialized
