Huge Surprise - Dildo TF
Tags: Inanimate, Sex Toys TF, Object TF, Caption, Objectification, Rubber, Latex TF
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Personal Information Name: John | Age: 37 | Gender: Male | TF-ID: TF-JM37HD Treatment Information Transformation: ‘Huge’ Dildo | Date: 21.05.2025 Doctor: Dr. Kiara Kizziar | TF Treatmemt: TF MRI Guardian’s Information Name: Emely | Age: 35 | Gender: Female Notes Everything went fine. The patient seemed to be happy, too. But 35 cm is what older women can take in. It's crazy, sorry. Okay, he was then packaged up and sent to his house. If, in the next few days, we get a patient with a stuck dildo, don't call me! Call Susan! Duration: Four days | Next Location: John’s house Huge Surprise - Dildo TF I am John, 37, living in Chicago. My wife Emely and I needed something to spice up our fifteen-year marriage. When she mentioned a TF clinic downtown, I immediately knew that I wanted to become a massive dildo for her pleasure. Dr. Kiara Kizziar handled my transformation, eyebrows raising at my request. "Thirty-five centimeters is ambitious," she noted while preparing the machine. I entered the machine, my body tingled painfully as my limbs melted more together with each time I went in and out. "Unnngghhh!" I groaned while my consciousness spread throughout my new cylindrical form. The sensation of having no mouth yet somehow still perceiving everything was indescribable. "Goddamn, you're huge," Dr. Kizziar laughed, lifting my heavy silicone form from the machine. She documented my transformation with clinical photos, measuring my impressive length. "Your wife's gonna have a challenge." She carefully packed me in a discreet box with instructions for Emely. The journey home felt like interminable darkness, occasional movement, and no sense of time. When light returned, I saw Emely's familiar face peering into the box. "Oh my god, John," she whispered, lifting me carefully. "You actually did it." That evening, Emely applied lubricant across my length. The sensation was incredibly cool, slick pressure against every inch of my transformed body. She positioned me carefully, her breathing quickening as she lowered herself onto my tip. "Mmmmhhh," she moaned. I could feel her warmth embracing me, her muscles contracting around my form. For hours she played with me, alternating between slow, teasing movements and intense pleasure-seeking. Her familiar scent surrounded me as sweat glistened on her skin. She laughed between climaxes, talking to me as if I could respond. "You feel amazing," she gasped, "better than I imagined." After four days of fun, she cleaned me carefully, her touch gentle and appreciative. "I'm almost sad to take you back," she whispered, pressing her lips against my tip before boxing me up.
