Bad Wishes - Panties TF
Tags: Panties TF, Inanimate, Lingerie, Unaware, Permanent, Object TF, Magic, Caption, Panties
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!Bad Wishes - Panties TF(Commission cap for Red)Emile slumped back in his chair, scrolling mindlessly through his ph…
(Commission cap for Red) Emile slumped back in his chair, scrolling mindlessly through his phone. The small apartment felt emptier since his grandfather's passing last week. A cardboard box sat unopened in the corner, the last of his grandfather's possessions, which the family had insisted Emile should have. "Might as well see what's inside," he muttered, setting his phone down. The box contained mostly old books and photographs, but at the bottom lay something unusual: an ornate brass lamp with intricate engravings and patterns. It looked ancient, with a dust layer so thick it hadn't been cleaned for decades for sure. "No way," Emile chuckled, lifting it up. "Grandpa, you weren't hiding a genie lamp, were you?" On a whim, he rubbed his sleeve against the tarnished surface. Nothing happened at first, but then the lamp began to vibrate, growing hot in his hands. Startled, he dropped it onto his bed. A plume of blue smoke erupted from the spout, swirling and expanding until it materialized into a stunning figure. She hovered inches above his bed, a voluptuous woman with blue skin that seemed to shimmer with an inner light. Her eyes blazed a hard neon purple, framed by cascading white hair that flowed like white silk. Her voluptuous body was barely contained by wisps of fabric that seemed more like solidified smoke than cloth. "FINALLY!" she bellowed, stretching her arms dramatically. "Do you have ANY idea how BORING it is in there?" Emile's jaw dropped. "Holy shit... you're real? A... a genie?" "Djinn, genie, cosmic entity bound to serve... whatever." She floated closer, examining him with those unsettling purple eyes. "You've got three wishes, mortal. And I've got places to be, so make it snappy." Emile's mind raced. This couldn't be happening. But if it was... "Wait, I need to think about this." "Think FASTER," she snapped, filing her nails with a miniature lightning bolt. "I've been trapped sitting for seventy-three years. My patience is thinner than your chances of making good wishes." Emile had read enough stories to know genies were tricky. "Okay, for my first wish... I wish that you'll be free, but only after granting my third wish." The genie froze, her eyes narrowing. "Clever boy. Fine. Wish granted... eventually." She gestured impatiently. "Next?" Emile thought about his daily frustrations. "For my second wish, I wish I never needed to sleep or bathe or clean myself. I want to always be clean and energized." The gene's lips curled into a smile. "Interesting choice." She snapped her fingers. "Granted. You'll never need sleep or cleaning again." A tingling sensation spread through Emile's body. He felt suddenly awake, refreshed, as if he'd just had the best shower of his life. "This feels amazing!" he exclaimed. "Your final wish?" the genie prompted, hovering closer. Her scent was intoxicating, like exotic spices and something electric. Emile felt a sudden boldness. Maybe it was the new energy coursing through him, or maybe it was just the way her curves moved as she floated. His eyes lingered on her perfect ass, and a reckless thought formed. "I... I wish to be close to you. Like, really close." His voice dropped to a whisper. "Intimately close." The genie's face split into a predatory grin. "Oh, you want to be CLOSE to me? Intimately?" She laughed, a sound like tinkling bells mixed with thunder. "Wish. Granted." Pain exploded through Emile's body. He tried to scream but couldn't. His limbs were melting, compressing, his entire form collapsing inward. His skin tingled painfully as the pigmentation changed, orange and black stripes emerging in a tiger pattern. His consciousness stretched and flattened as his human shape disappeared completely. "Unnnngh!" The sound was just a thought now he had no mouth to make it. When the transformation was completed, Emile had become a tiger-striped thong. He had no arms, no legs, and no body at all. He was just a small piece of fabric with an elastic waistband. "Perfect!" the genie declared, plucking him from the air. "This is EXACTLY what I needed. A self-cleaning always fresh new thong." Emile tried to protest, but his voice existed only in his mind now. He could still see, somehow, and feel, oh god, could he FEEL. The genie snapped her fingers, materializing a full-length mirror. She stepped into Emile, sliding him up her smooth blue legs. The sensation was overwhelming. The touch of her skin against what was now his fabric self sent waves of unwanted pleasure through his consciousness. "Mmmm, comfy!" she purred, adjusting him. "And you wanted to be close to my ass? Well, wish granted!" She turned around, showing off how Emile stretched tightly across her perfect blue buttocks. The thin strip of fabric that was now his center was nestled directly between her cheeks, pressed intimately against areas he'd only fantasized about. 'MMMMPH!' Emile screamed internally, horrified yet simultaneously experiencing sensations beyond anything human. "Oh, I almost forgot!" Th
