AOK Bikini Problem - Bikini TF
Tags: Inanimate, Clothing TF, Unaware, Micro bikini, Bikini
A few weeks passed and Kristen got used to her new body. Sort of… strength training was off the table completely, because the one time she tried deadlifts her arms stretched like warm taffy and stayed that way through two lectures. College was normal otherwise. Some girls loved the hair. Her friend…
A few weeks passed and Kristen got used to her new body. Sort of… strength training was off the table completely, because the one time she tried deadlifts her arms stretched like warm taffy and stayed that way through two lectures. College was normal otherwise. Some girls loved the hair. Her friend Mia had grabbed a handful of it in the cafeteria and demanded to know the brand. "Which dye IS this? It's so even. It's even at the ROOTS, Kristen." "Special one," Kristen told her multiple times. "Imported." The flattening had been brutal. Four days to reform after Karen's door trick, four days of lying on her old bed like a deflating air mattress, slowly plumping back into a person. She'd called in sick to class and Dad had covered for her with Mom, because Mom still didn't know. If Jennifer ever found out what Jack's machine did to her firstborn, she would kill him and feed HIM into the machine, probably as a doormat. Now it was the weekend and Kristen walked into the family house to find Karen waiting in the kitchen with a beach bag already packed and a smile that meant trouble. "Oh, finally! Sis! It's SO nice to see you." Karen hugged her hard, arms clamping around Kristen's middle, and her fingers sank in deep. Kristen's waist squished inward like memory foam, blue blooming where the pressure dug in. "Karen…" "What? You're so squishy now, I can't help it." She giggled and let go. Kristen's waist slowly plumped back out. "Okay, so. Beach day and I want you to be my clothes again." "Excuse me. Why would I do that?" Karen crossed her arms. "Uh, for the days I took over your shifts? Obviously?" "After you squished me into a wall." "Details. Look, Mom wouldn't even care, she'd use you as a rag or doormat and call it family bonding. So say thank you." Karen tilted her head. "And when I was wearing you? The guys watched like CRAZY. You're a lucky pair!" Kristen sighed. It had actually been a quiet few weeks. No transformations since the leggings, just squishing and some tests with Dad, poking her with instruments and writing things down. A small, weird, curious part of her wondered what it would even feel like this time. A bikini was two pieces. She would be in two parts. 'That should not be an interesting question. Why is that an interesting question to me.' "Fine. But only once, okay? Don't take it for granted." "Thank youuuu, sister," Karen sang, one hundred percent sarcastic, already dragging her toward the basement. The machine hummed awake. Karen typed with the confidence of someone who had definitely read her father's password sticky notes. Bikini set in two piece, string ties and blue. 'If Dad asks, this was Kristen's idea,' Karen thought, hitting start. Kristen climbed onto the intake bed in her underwear, heart thumping. "If you laugh at any point, I'm telling Mom everything." "Shhh, hold still!" The rods spun up. Kristen felt the warmth first, the Blueium in her body waking up like a limb full of pins and needles, everywhere at once. The press came down and her body just gave, bones going soft as candle wax. "Ahhhhh~" Her legs melted together first, rolled up into her hips like dough being gathered. This time the machine didn't want legs. It wanted almost nothing. She felt herself being divided, a roller pressing a line across her belly, and then the strangest sensation of her life as her body separated into two pieces with a soft wet **SHLURP** Just a bizarre doubled awareness, like having two heads and no head at all. "Mmmmph~ ohhhh~" Her chest became the top. Her tits were kneaded flat, spread wide, folded into two small triangle cups and every fold dragged sensation through her like slow fingers. Her arms thinned out, pulled long and stringy into ties and straps. Her lower half got worked even smaller, hips pressed into a tiny bottom and the rollers passing over her pussy as it smoothed into fabric made both of her pieces shudder on the belt and the little electric discharge fixed her solid. "Unnnngh~ ahhh~ AHHH~" SHAPE COMPLETE. SETTING FORM. Two scraps of shiny blue fabric slid into the tray and Karen scooped both pieces up in one hand and stuffed her sister into the beach bag between a towel and a bottle of sunscreen. 'A BAG!? She threw me in a BAG!' The world went dark and everything around smelled like coconut lotion and old towel for the whole drive. After long waiting there was light. Karen pulled her out in a changing stall, already stripped bare and Kristen had exactly one second to process that before her sister stepped into her. The bottom went first. Karen slid her up her legs and Kristen felt warm skin gliding through her the whole way, thighs, then hips, and then she was pulled snug and she was pressed directly against her sister's bare unshawed pussy, warm and soft, nothing between them and Kristen's entire consciousness recoiled and had nowhere to go. 'Oh my god... oh my GOD! That's her. That is HER! I am touching, I am, this is so much worse than leggings, leggings had DISTANCE!' 'M
