Change Me App - Forgotten - Panties TF
Tags: Panties TF, Inanimate, Lingerie, Permanent, Object TF, 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!Last Part:Change Me App - Forgotten - Panties TFMike sat on the edge of Emma's bed with his arms crossed, watching…
Mike sat on the edge of Emma's bed with his arms crossed, watching her bounce around the room like she had swallowed a firework. Her short pink hair swung against her jaw every time she spun, blunt cut at the chin, that cotton candy color that did not happen in nature. Her red eyes caught the lamp light and threw it back at him and her grin stretched wide and toothy across her face. It was the grin she got right before she pinned him to a wall and bit down on his neck. Three months of dating her and he still could not get used to the way she looked at him, like he was something she already owned and was just waiting for him to figure it out. "Babe, you have to see this," she said, shaking her phone at him. "I got into the beta. The Change Me App. Downloaded it an hour ago!" "That sounds like garbage," Mike said. He leaned back on his hands and smirked. 'She gets so worked up over these dumb apps. Kind of cute though. My possessive little weirdo.' "What's it do, slap cat ears on my photo?" "No. It changes you. For real!" She crawled across the mattress toward him, knees sinking into the blanket and shoved the screen into his face. "Register. Come on. Put your name in." He rolled his eyes and typed it. Mike. He hit the button. The screen flashed white and then filled up with text. His full name. His height and weight. A list of tags scrolling down the side, words about his body and his habits and even the private stuff, things he had never told a soul, things he barely let himself think about. The phone knew all of it, laid out clean and cold. "What the hell," Mike muttered. His smirk slid right off. 'How does it know that? I never typed any of that. Is this thing reading my brain or something?' Emma giggled and rolled off the bed, backing up to the far wall and peeking over her shoulder the whole way, having the absolute time of her life. Then she reached down and pulled her shirt up over her head. The fabric peeled up her stomach, up over her small breasts with their soft pink nipples and dropped to the floor. Mike's mouth went dry. 'Okay. Forget the creepy app. I don't care about it anymore.' He stood and yanked his own shirt off, kicked his shoes away, fumbled at his belt. The heat in the room climbed fast. He could smell her now, sweet sweat and the vanilla lotion she always rubbed into her thighs. She was typing on the phone the whole time, thumbs flying, biting her lip. "Hey," she said. "Quick question. What's your favorite pair of mine?" "Uh…" He shoved his jeans down. "The white ones with the little red bow, I guess. Why are you asking me that right now? Aren't we about to?" and then it hit him. It started in his chest. A warmth, then a tingle spreading out under his skin like he had stuck a finger in a socket, except soft, almost good. Then his whole perspective dropped. The ceiling jumped away from him. The room ballooned huge around him. 'No no no, the floor, why is the floor coming up?!' and his legs buckled, except they were not buckling, they were shrinking, the bones in his thighs going soft and bendy like warm taffy and folding into themselves. He tried to scream and his jaw flattened out. His ribs squeezed inward with a wet creaking pressure and his arms thinned and stretched, the fingers gluing together into flat seams. "Unnnngh~" he managed, and even that came out tiny and wrong. His skin was changing color. The tan of his stomach went pale white, then a pattern bled across it, tiny pink polka dots, and a soft frilly texture crawled up what used to be his sides. He felt his spine dissolve. Just melt, one bone at a time, until his whole body went flat and weightless and floppy. His vision smeared and doubled. He was tangled up now inside something enormous and dark, his own discarded boxers, a cotton mountain swallowing him whole. Then a vibration rolled through his entire body. Every thread of him, every single fiber, lit up with a buzzing tingle that made him want to moan if he still had a mouth left. 'What am I, what did she do, I can FEEL everything, oh god, oh god.' Two giant fingers pushed down into the pile, fishing around, brushing over him. They closed and pulled, lifting him up and up through the air until he dangled in front of Emma's enormous grinning face. He was a pair of white panties with a little red bow at the front. He was the favorite pair. "Not so cocky now, are you, babe?" she purred. SMOOCH She kissed him, her lips warm and soft and impossibly big against his fabric, and the sensation rang through every inch of him. "Now let's see how you fit." She sat down on the bed and lifted one leg. She hooked him over her toes and Mike felt his leg holes stretch wide around her foot. She pulled, slow, dragging him up over her ankle, up the smooth curve of her calf. SLIDE Her shin. Her knee, the soft damp crease behind it. Up her thigh now, the muscle firm and warm under the skin, the smell of her getting thicker and headier the higher he climbed. Then he reached the top. She pul
