In Plain Sight - Chair TF
Tags: Inanimate, Object TF, Caption, Furniture TF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord ServerThis caption is from the mimic agency universe. Check this post out if you have an idea for a mission where our little team alpha could go.Last Part:In Plain Sight - Chair TFAgent Pegasus rolled into the facto…
This caption is from the mimic agency universe. Check this post out if you have an idea for a mission where our little team alpha could go. Last Part: In Plain Sight - Chair TF Agent Pegasus rolled into the factory disguised as an ordinary tire, her heart pounding excitedly. This was her chance to prove herself, to show she was just as capable as her mother. As the coast cleared, she transformed back, her petite form easily slipping between machinery and shelving units. Pegasus moved stealthily through the facility, her short black hair barely visible over stacks of crates. When security cameras loomed, she morphed quickly, becoming a wrench, a clipboard, or even a small stepladder. Her transformations were fluid, but each one made her acutely aware of her small stature and modest chest. She pushed the insecurity aside, focusing on the mission. As she navigated the sprawling factory, Pegasus couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy at the bustier female workers she observed. Her own small breasts felt even more inadequate in comparison. "Focus, Alex," she muttered to herself. "You're here to get intel, not compare cup sizes." Hours passed as Pegasus meticulously explored every nook and cranny of the facility. She transformed into a variety of objects to avoid detection a hammer left on a workbench, a discarded soda can rolling across the floor, and even a loose screw that a worker absent-mindedly pocketed. Each transformation brought unique sensations and perspectives, keeping Pegasus on her toes. Just outside the server room, footsteps approached. Pegasus panicked, quickly morphing into the nearest object, a similar object: an office chair. She held her form, willing her racing heart to calm as workers filed in for the day. A buxom blonde in a form-fitting dark blue dress walked beside her, her hips swaying hypnotically. Pegasus felt a twinge of envy at the woman's curvaceous figure. The blonde dragged Pegasus to her workstation, plopping down with a contented sigh. "Ooh, what's this?" the woman cooed, noticing the small orb of Pegasus's TF drive nestled in the seat. "How naughty! I didn't know we had such kinky chairs here." Pegasus felt her non-existent cheeks burning as the woman began to grind against the seat, her ample backside pressed firmly against the TF drive. Warm wetness seeped into Pegasus's fabric form as the blonde continued her ministrations throughout the day. 'Oh god, oh god, oh god,' Pegasus thought, mortified yet unable to stop the sensations flooding through her chair body. Every wiggle, every shift sent jolts of unwanted pleasure through her transformed form. She'd never been this close to another woman before, let alone in such an intimate way. The blonde's soft moans and breathy sighs only added to Pegasus's embarrassment. As the day wore on, Pegasus became hyper-aware of every movement the blonde made. The woman's fingers drumming on the armrests sent vibrations through Pegasus's form. When she leaned back, stretching languorously, Pegasus could feel the curve of her spine pressing into the backrest. The constant pressure and friction against the TF drive was maddening, sending waves of confusing pleasure through Pegasus's transformed body. "Mmm, this chair is so comfy," the blonde murmured at one point, shifting her hips. "I might just have to keep it for myself." Pegasus panicked at the thought. 'No, no, no! I can't be stuck here forever as this woman's... personal massager!' The idea sent a conflicting mix of terror and unexpected arousal through her. Pegasus got a brief reprieve during lunch break as the blonde left for the cafeteria. But her relief was short-lived when a male coworker plopped down in her seat, his significantly heavier frame squashing against the TF drive. Pegasus felt claustrophobic and uncomfortable, longing for the blonde's softer curves. 'What is wrong with me?' Pegasus chastised herself. 'I shouldn't be enjoying any of this!' When the blonde returned, Pegasus felt an embarrassing sense of relief. The afternoon dragged on, a brutal mix of mortification and unwanted pleasure for the transformed agent. By the time the workday finally wound, Pegasus was a mess of conflicting emotions - relief that it was over, lingering arousal she didn't want to acknowledge, and burning shame at how much she'd enjoyed parts of the experience. "Goodbye, my naughty chair," the blonde whispered, giving the seat a final pat before sauntering away. "Same time tomorrow!" Once the coast was clear, Pegasus transformed back, her face beet red. She shook off the lingering sensations and refocused on her mission. Slipping into the now-empty server room, she quickly downloaded the required intel. As she worked, Pegasus couldn't help but replay the day's events in her mind. The constant intimate contact with the blonde woman had awakened feelings she'd never experienced before. She'd always been so focused on proving herself as an agent, on living up to her mother's legacy, that she'd nev
