Bad Boy - Condom TF
Tags: Inanimate, Latex, Clothing TF, Mind control, Anime, Unaware, Object TF, Magic, Caption, Shapechange, Objectification, Latex TF, Condom TF, Identity loss
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!'Bad Boy - Condom TF(A little collab with KellyCupCakes)The evening fell like a judgment over th…
(A little collab with KellyCupCakes) The evening fell like a judgment over the Lush household. Julian Lush ran his fingers through his dark hair, pacing the confines of his childhood bedroom. Four years. Four fucking years before his mother would teach him even the simplest spell. The walls of his room felt like they were closing in, decorated with reminders of his non-magical past trophies from track, meets and photos of normal college friends who had no idea his family carried magical blood. "It's tradition, Julian," his mother Laura had said that morning, her brown eyes the same shade as his, no room for argument. "Male witches begin their training at twenty-five. You have four years to go." Meanwhile, his younger sister Cassiopeia had been levitating the breakfast dishes since she was twelve, smirking at him across the table. "Maybe if you weren't such a troublemaker, Mother would bend the rules," she'd taunted, twirling her wand between her fingers. Darkness had fallen outside his window. Julian checked his watch, and it was 2:17 AM. The house was silent. He crept down the hallway, his eyes opened up at every creak of the old floorboards. The door to his mother's sanctum was at the end of the corridor, marked with a simple blue rose carved into the wood, the same rose tattooed between her upper arm and cleavage. Julian pressed his ear against the door. Nothing. He slowly turned the brass handle, heart pounding in his chest. The door swung open without a sound The room smelled of herbs and energy, an electric, ozone scent that made the hair on his arms stand up. Shelves lined with bottles of variously colored liquids covered the walls. Dried plants hung from the ceiling, and in the center of the room, bathed in moonlight from the skylight above, sat a pedestal with a massive leather-bound book. "Just a few pictures," Julian whispered to himself, pulling out his phone. He moved toward the grimoire, mouth dry with anticipation. "I'll practice at college, and when I come home for Christmas, I'll show her what I can do." The book was massive, the cover adorned with the same blue rose. Something felt wrong as his fingers touched the leather binding, like static electricity, but wetter somehow, clinging to his skin. "Fuck it," Julian muttered, and flipped open the cover. A flash of blue light exploded outward. Julian's scream died in his throat as darkness consumed him. His body compressed, flattened and twisted in ways that should have been agonizing but instead felt like being poured into a new container. He couldn't move. Couldn't see. Couldn't even breathe but strangely didn't need to. Footsteps approached, and light suddenly flooded whatever prison held him. "Oh, such a bad boy." His mother's voice, tinged with amusement and disappointment. "I always put protection on my things, and this one is pretty ironic." Julian tried to speak but had no mouth, no voice. He felt himself being lifted, the sensation, unlike anything he'd experienced... as if he were being handled by a giant. His entire form rustled like... plastic? "You know me," Laura continued, her voice booming above him. "My protection is turning the one who uses my grimoire into my protection! You look cute and punk. I told you not to touch my stuff, you silly. I guess you have to learn your lesson, don't ya?" A massive finger prodded him, pressing against what had been his body but was now something thin, flexible, and utterly foreign. Julian felt himself being folded and tucked into something. Darkness again. Movement. The jostling sensation of being carried. Time passed... minutes? Hours? Without a body, Julian's sense of time distorted. Then light again as he was withdrawn from wherever she'd stored him. Horror dawned as Julian realized what he was seeing. His parent's bedroom. Both of them naked on their bed. His father, Daniel, lay on his back, his muscular chest rising and falling with anticipation. "You look happy today," his father said. His mother smiled, twirling what appeared to be a small square package the prison Julian now recognized. "Of course. I'll tell you tomorrow, but let's have some fun. We need to wake up early." Julian's consciousness screamed as his mother's fingers tore open the package. Cool air washed over his latex form as she removed him, holding him up momentarily. She smirked directly at him, knowingly, then her fingers positioned him above his father's erect penis. 'NO!' Julian tried to scream, but no sound emerged from his condom form. He felt himself being unrolled, stretched over his father's shaft. The sensation was indescribable... every nerve ending registering the hardness, the warmth, the subtle throbbing of blood vessels against his new form. "Don't worry, hun," Laura whispered, her hands working some subtle magic. "This will make you cum more and last longer. You know, the classics." What followed was Julian's worst nightmare. His mother mounted his father, and Julian's consciousness was trapped between
