First Time - Pantyhose TF
Tags: Inanimate, Pantyhose TF, Clothing TF, Swimsuit, Unaware, Permanent, Object TF, Caption, Objectification
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 censorship and giveaways for free commissions!'First Time - Pantyhose TFLast Part:'Okay, Milana, you got this. Sneak into Tia's dorm,…
'Okay, Milana, you got this. Sneak into Tia's dorm, turn into pantyhose spy on her in her apartament, find out why best friend is ignoring you. Very professional spy activity, da?' Milana adjusted the black latex suit against her curves, tugging at the material where it dug into the soft flesh of her hips. This prototype was older than the current models, tighter in all the wrong places, but it was the only one she could steal from Papa's workshop without him noticing. The suit clung to her voluptuous figure like a second skin, emphasizing every curve, every fold. Her generous breasts strained against the latex, nipples visible through the thin material. The crotch seam pressed intimately against her pussy, a constant reminder of the suit's presence with every step. 'Is little uncomfortable, but will work. Tia has been avoiding me for weeks. Need to know why.' She crept through the dormitory hallway at two in the morning, bare feet silent on the cold tile. The TF drive hummed softly at the base of her spine, warm against her skin. Tia's door loomed ahead. Locked, obviously. 'Time to test Papa's technology.' Milana focused on the transformation. Paper. Thin paper flat enough to slide under door. The change began slowly, much slower than the newer models allowed. Her body tingled, then burned, then went completely numb as her three-dimensional form began to compress. 'Bozhe moi...' Her bones softened first, becoming pliable and then flattening entirely. Her organs compressed against each other, squishing together like layers of a sandwich. Her breasts, those heavy mounds she'd always been proud of, pancaked against her chest, nipples spreading into wide flat circles. 'This feels so strange... like being pressed in giant book...' Her pussy flattened last. The sensation was indescribable. The soft folds that usually existed in three dimensions became a two-dimensional outline, all the sensitive nerve endings compressed into a single plane of awareness. She was paper now. A flat cutout of a woman, roughly the size of a playing card, sliding under the gap beneath Tia's door. The other side was dark. Quiet. Tia's soft breathing came from the bed across the room. 'Now the hard part!' Milana reformed slowly, the prototype struggling with the transformation speed. She crouched in the darkness, heart pounding, then focused again. 'Pantyhose... black pantyhose. The kind Tia wears every day.' This transformation was different. Her body didn't just flatten this time. It stretched and elongated. Her torso became impossibly thin, her legs fusing together then splitting into two hollow tubes. Her arms merged with her sides, absorbed into her mid section of her changing form. 'Nnnngh~ feels like being pulled apart and put back together wrong~' Her head was last to go. Her features smoothed away, her face becoming a flat panel that would eventually sit at the waistband. Her consciousness spread throughout the entire garment, distributed evenly across every thread of her transformed being. She lay on Tia's floor, a crumpled pair of black pantyhose, aware of everything and able to do nothing. 'I did it! I am pantyhose now. This is... very weird feeling...' The sensation of being fabric was unlike anything she'd imagined. She could feel the carpet fibers pressing against her underside. Could feel the slight draft from the air conditioning rippling across her surface. Could feel her own threads interlocking with each other, thousands of tiny connections that made up her new body. Hours passed. Milana drifted in and out of a strange half-sleep, her consciousness fuzzy and distributed. Then morning came. Light flooded the room as Tia's alarm blared. Milana felt footsteps vibrating through the floor, felt a hand reaching down. 'Oh no, she's picking me up!' Tia's fingers closed around her transformed body, lifting her from the floor. The sensation of being grabbed was overwhelming. Every point of contact registered as intense pressure, the warmth of human skin seeping through her fabric form. "These are nice," Tia mumbled sleepily. "Don't remember buying black ones..." 'Wait wait wait she's going to!?' Tia sat on the bed and began pulling Milana over her foot. The stretch was immediate and intense. Milana felt her toe section expanding, accommodating five distinct digits, each one pressing into her transformed flesh with intimate precision. She could feel the texture of Tia's toenails, the slight dampness between her toes, the warmth radiating from her skin. 'Bozhe moi bozhe moi bozhe moi!' The foot slid deeper. Milana's body stretched further than she'd thought possible, her threads pulling taut, her consciousness expanding to cover more and more of Tia's leg. The second leg followed. Same overwhelming sensations. Same impossible stretch. Milana existed as a thin layer of fabric wrapped around her friend's lower body, feeling every curve, every hair, every tiny imperfection in the skin. Then Tia stood and pulled her up. 'AHHHHN!' Mi
