Fashion Heist Part 1 - Multiple TF's (collab)
Tags: Inanimate, Latex, Clothing TF, Melting, Object TF, Caption, Objectification, Latex TF, Goo TF
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 blurs and giveaways for free commissions!'This is a collab with Supperteap don't forget to check her caps out. This is the first part…
This is a collab with Supperteap don't forget to check her caps out. This is the first part of two. The second is here. (She has some interesting CYOA's you can try out. Just don't be sad if you get a bad ending.) Fashion Heist - Multiple TF's My name is Mila! I have blonde hair that catches the sunlight just right, pink eyes that make boys do double-takes, and a body that stops traffic. I have always been the queen of campus. I'm not being arrogant. It's just facts that everyone knows. Every party needs me, every guy wants me, and every girl either wants to be me or hates me for it. Then there's Elena 'Eli' my weird besti, since kindergarten. Total brainiac with zero fashion sense. I've tried everything to help her with makeovers, blind dates, and party invites, but she gets all tomate mode and panicky around guys. Still, she's loyal as hell and the only person who knows the real me. "This is insane, Mila," Eli whispered as we huddled behind the bus stop across from Flamingo Fashion Inc. "Breaking into a factory? We could go to jail!" I rolled my eyes, adjusting my pink cap. "We're not 'breaking in.' We're just... previewing their summer collection before everyone else." The factory loomed ahead with massive concrete walls with that iconic flamingo logo glowing neon pink against the night sky. Security looked minimal. Perfect. "I've got this planned out perfectly," I insisted, smoothing my black latex pants. They hugged every curve and paired amazingly with my pink street boots. My hoodie and mask were pink, too, and were in signature Mila style. "Besides, you're the one always saying I need hobbies beyond taking selfies and making myself even prettier." Eli sighed, checking something on her phone. "I meant like... pottery. Or hiking." "Boring!" I checked my reflection in my phone camera. Even with half my face covered, I looked hot. "Ready to make fashion history?" Eli muttered something about making prison jumpsuits work but followed me anyway. That's the friendship I lead, and well... she follows, complaining the whole way but never leaving me hanging. We approached from the service entrance. Eli had researched everything: shift changes, camera blind spots and delivery schedules. Such a nerd, but useful tonight. "How much longer?" I whined as she typed something into her phone. "Shhh!" She glared at me, then pointed to a small door. "Security makes rounds every fifteen minutes. We have eight minutes to get inside." The door opened with a code Eli had somehow figured out. The factory interior was enormous, with conveyor belts, machines, and fabric everywhere. "Where are the suits?" I demanded, eyes scanning the dim factory floor. Eli rolled her eyes and pointed to a staircase. "Design samples should be on the lower level. But we need to be careful about..." "Got it!" I was already moving. New swimwear collection, here I come! I was halfway down when voices echoed from above. Multiple people are heading our way. "Hide!" Eli hissed from the top of the stairs. I panicked, rushing down the remaining steps without looking. My foot slipped on the last step and I went tumbling forward, landing with a splash in some kind of vat. Thick, black slime engulfed me up to my waist. "Ewww!" I tried to climb out, but the substance was weirdly clingy. "Eli!" I whisper-shouted, but she was gone, probably hiding somewhere smart. Above me, I heard footsteps and voices. "Prep the new eco-friendly polymer for the final phase," someone said. "Running final batch tonight. First customers get it tomorrow." Buttons beeped and motors hummed all around me. The black slime around me began to vibrate. That's when I felt it. A strange warmth spreading through my legs. The sensation wasn't unpleasant, almost like slipping into a hot tub. The vibration created a gentle hum that made my eyelids heavy. Then came the terror. I tried to move my legs. Couldn't feel them. "What the..." I looked down and screamed. No sound came out. My perfect body was melting. MELTING. Like candle wax into the black slime. My clothes had already dissolved, and my legs... weren't legs anymore. Just swirls of flesh-colored material being absorbed into the dark liquid. "Unnngh!" I tried to scream again as the melting sensation crawled up to my hips. My pussy, my perfect, waxed, boys would kill to touch pussy was dissolving into the mass. The feeling was indescribable, not pain, but wrongness like my atoms were being rearranged. I grabbed the edge of the vat, arms shaking. "Help!" I mouthed, but the machine's hum drowned everything. My fingers slipped, lost substance, and became good. I watched my arms stretch and thin, pulled down by gravity, melting into ripples in the black pool. My breasts flattened next, nipples stretching impossibly before dissolving. My torso followed my ribcage, and my stomach all became one with the slime. I could still think, still see, but my body was gone. My face was last. I felt my lips stretching, melting forward. My pink eyes, my t
