Himari's New Buddy - Bra TF
Tags: Panties TF, Inanimate, Lingerie, Clothing TF, Object TF, Caption, Panties, Bra, Chained Soldier
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:Himari's New Buddy - Bra TFSeveral days had passed since the Tenka incident. The 6th Unit Chief had been…
Several days had passed since the Tenka incident. The 6th Unit Chief had been showing up frequently at their headquarters, always with the same request to 'borrow' Yuuki for extended beach trips. Kyouka consistently refused, insisting he was essential to their unit's operations. The power boost he provided was too valuable to share, even with another Chief. Yuuki was cleaning the common room when he noticed Himari Azuma watching him from the doorway. The 7th Unit's Vice Chief had been eyeing him strangely for days, both in his human form and when transformed into Kyouka's underwear. Her amber eyes followed his movements with an intensity that made him uncomfortable. Today, she finally approached Kyouka, her long sea-green hair swaying with each determined step. A fierce blush colored her cheeks as she stood at attention before her superior. "Miss Kyouka," Himari said, her voice wavering slightly despite her attempt at professionalism, "let me have our panty boy for my training, please! I need to get stronger." Kyouka sighed deeply, looking up from her paperwork. "You know you can't just rely on our panty boy. You need to develop your own strength." "Hey, I am not a pan..." Yuuki started to protest, but Kyouka's icy glare silenced him instantly. She sighed again, considering Himari's request. "Fine. If you think it's necessary to make you stronger, then I can arrange that." Yuuki's stomach dropped as Kyouka pushed him forward. He knew what was coming, the transformation that had become both familiar and alien each time it happened. "WEAR!" Kyouka commanded, extending her hand toward him. The sensation hit instantly, a full-body tingle that made his nerves sing like plucked guitar strings. His body went elastic, limbs losing solidity as they began retracting into his torso. Yuuki watched his arms dissolve, melting like wax and flowing backward into his chest. His legs followed, shortening and disappearing in seconds. Himari watched with wide eyes as Yuuki's head was next, sucking inward into his rapidly flattening torso. His consciousness remained intact as his mass redistributed, compressing and reshaping. His chest area expanded outward into two distinct cups, while the center hollowed out to form a connecting band. The light faded, leaving only a yellow bra resting on the floor where Yuuki had stood moments before. Himari hesitantly picked him up, her fingertips sending jolts of awareness through his transformed fibers. The sensation was entirely different from Kyouka's businesslike handling or Tenka's sensual touch. Himari's fingers trembled slightly, her touch tentative and uncertain. "This is just crazy," she muttered, turning the garment over in her hands. "Will he feel and remember all of this?" Kyouka nodded silently. Himari's blush deepened as she began to unhook her uniform shirt. She hesitated momentarily before removing her cyan bra, letting her breasts spring free. Yuuki got his first glimpse of them perfectly shaped with pretty red-tinted nipples that were already slightly perked in the cool air of the room. She picked him up again, examining his yellow fabric with a critical eye. "It looks a little tight. Shouldn't he, like, turn perfectly to fit our size?" Kyouka smirked. "Yes, he does adjust. We haven't figured out if it's for the wearer's tastes or his." "It is of course for his tastes, not mine!" Himari insisted, looking away as she pressed Yuuki against her chest. The warmth of her skin hit him immediately a different heat than Tenka's. Where the 6th Unit Chief ran hot like a furnace, Himari's warmth was more vibrant, almost electric. Her heartbeat thundered against him, much faster and more erratic than Tenka's calm rhythm. Each rapid pulse sent vibrations through his fabric, making him acutely aware of her nervousness. Her nipples pressed into his cups, creating small bumps in the fabric. As she adjusted him, Yuuki realized he was indeed too tightly stretched across her breasts with her areolas slightly visible at the top edges of the cups. "I didn't expect him to be like this," Kyouka commented, tilting her head. "Yellow suits you, though." Himari's blush intensified as she finished dressing and headed to the training area. The training room was spacious, with reinforced walls and various equipment designed to withstand superhuman abilities. Himari began with basic warm-ups, her body moving through familiar patterns with practiced precision. "I can feel it already," she murmured to herself. "More power than before." Yuuki remained silent, overwhelmed by the intimate contact. Each movement of her body translated directly to his consciousness. When she stretched, her breasts shifted against him, the soft tissue yielding yet resilient. When she jumped, the impact of landing sent shockwaves through her chest that registered as pressure waves across his fabric. As her workout intensified, sweat began to bead on her skin. The moisture seeped into Yuuki's fibers, carrying with it the scent of
