Extasia: Clouded Love - Bikini TF
Tags: Inanimate, Clothing TF, Swimsuit, Permanent, Object TF, Caption, Bikini
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 version is there as well!Extasia: Clouded Love - Bikini TF(Commission cap for Tabby Slime)Last Part:Justin crouched in the shadows of the aban…
(Commission cap for Tabby Slime) Last Part: Justin crouched in the shadows of the abandoned corridor, his twin daggers glinting dangerously in the sparse torchlight. His nimble fingers twirled one blade absently; it was a nervous habit from years of surviving Blackmere's ruthless streets. The orphanage had taught him little beyond how to disappear, how to take what wasn't his, how to trust no one. Until Nythera, she waited at the junction ahead, her voluptuous figure pressed against ancient stonework, short red hair framing a face both innocent and cunning. Her curves strained pleasantly against leather armor and were significantly more substantial than his own slender frame. Despite being level 43 with pitful HP and MP stats, Justin had always been petite, with many mistaking him for a girl, something that annoyed him endlessly yet proved useful in his profession. "Status?" he whispered, sliding beside her. Nythera's full lips curved upward. "Just as my contact described. Guards rotate every twenty minutes. Treasure chamber's three levels down." Her plump fingers traced his jawline. "Nervous, pretty boy?" "With Dexterity 7 and Agility 8? Please." He smirked, though his heart raced whenever she touched him. Two months of partnership had evolved into passionate nights. For the first time since the orphanage expelled him at twelve, Justin felt something genuine. They descended through forgotten passageways, Nythera navigating with suspicious precision. "How did your contact know so much about this place?" Justin asked, noting how she moved through the dungeon with ease. "People talk when properly motivated," she replied, hips swaying hypnotically as she led him deeper. The final chamber was in sight. It was just a solitary throne in a fancy-styled room. "This isn't right," Justin muttered. "Where's the gold? This isn't a treasure room." Nythera glided toward the throne. "Oh, but there is treasure here, sweet Justin." She seated herself gracefully upon the ancient chair, crossing her thick thighs with deliberate slowness. Instantly, Justin's body locked in place. His muscles rock hard, daggers clattering to the floor as an invisible force held him immobile. "Nythera? What the fuck..." "Lowly human," she interrupted, her voice suddenly resonant with otherworldly power. "I trust you enjoyed our little arrangement these past months?" "What are you talking about?" Panic surged through his paralyzed form. "Our relationship. Our partnership. Our passionate nights." She uncrossed her legs, leaning forward. "All fabricated. Meticulously crafted for this precise moment." "No," he growled. "That's impossible. The things we shared..." "Were necessary steps to enhance your thieving abilities." Her eyes darkened until her iris became pitch black as her pupil. "I required a thief with specific attributes to create a particular... accessory." Justin's body lifted, hovering helplessly before her. Nythera began chanting in a language that hurt his ears, sounds that slithered through reality itself. Heat erupted within his core, his flesh liquefying. "UNNNGGHHH!" His scream distorted as his very essence destabilized. Bones dissolved into a mana-rich slurry, consciousness stretching while his physical form thinned, split, and reformed. The transformation burned through every remaining nerve. His awareness spread across unfamiliar dimensions, flat yet somehow solid, divided into two distinct sections. Notification text materialized across his consciousness: [Human to Armor Entity Change Complete] [Class Conversion: Thief -> Clothing] [Subtype: Bikini] [Attributes Reduced: Strength 4 -> 1, Constitution 4 -> 2, Dexterity 7 -> 1, Agility 8 -> 1] 'WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?' His voice existed only in his mind now. Nythera examined him critically. "You look acceptable, though those brown gemstones are not that fancy." She picked up his new form gemstone cups connected by thin straps and a matching bottom piece. 'This isn't possible!' Justin's consciousness screamed, trapped in flexible fabric. She pressed his top half against her full breasts, his cups molding perfectly to her flesh. The bottom portion stayed above her sex, intimate contact forcing unimaginable sensations through his transformed being. "Perfect fit," Nythera purred, settling back onto the throne. "Though I suppose it should be, considering how intimately we've known each other." Laughing, she adjusted him against her skin, Justin feeling every centimeter of her warm flesh against what had become his entire existence. "Two months of romantic nonsense," Nythera sighed, poked the gemstones that were now Justin. "The things I endured to cultivate your thieving skills to appropriate levels." His consciousness whirled within his new form. Every movement of her fingers reverberated through his transformed essence. "I've renamed you, by the way," she continued casually. "You are now the Justin Venus Bikini, a remarkable piece of magical attire. Your purpose? To conceal my true
