Inanimate Mirror - Multiple TF's
Tags: Inanimate, TF sequence, Pooltoy TF, Clothing TF, Swimsuit, Object TF, Caption, Bikini, Food TF
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!Inanimate Mirror - Multiple TF's(Commission cap for Sir Real Man)The mirror flashed in Rodion's hands as she crept…
(Commission cap for Sir Real Man) The mirror flashed in Rodion's hands as she crept into Ishmael's quarters. Her fingers gripped the strange artifact she'd found during their last raid on a Lobotomy Corporation facility. Unlike Dante's identity extraction abilities, this mirror promised something far more entertaining. Rodion's copper hair fell across her face as she leaned over Ishmael's sleeping form. The normally stern, orange-haired woman looked peaceful and vulnerable beneath Rodion's towering frame. Perfect. "Wakey wakey, Fishmael," Rodion whispered, her thick finger tracing the symbol for pool toy on the mirror's surface. Ishmael's eyes snapped open just as the mirror pulsed with unearthly light. "Rodya? What the fu... MMMNGH!" Her words transformed into a strangled gasp as her body seized. Her skin tingled first, then burned as it transformed from flesh to slick artificial material. Orange and white vinyl spread rapidly across her torso. Her arms stretched, bones liquefying as they reshaped into fake orca fins. Her legs fused together, extending into a simple, inflated tail. Her spine arched painfully as a fin burst from her back. Ishmael thrashed on the bed, watching in horror as her mouth expanded outward, stretching into an orca's snout. Her lips fused permanently into a painted-on smile. Her sex tingled intensely before sealing shut, replaced by a small circular valve. Her insides hollowed completely as air replaced organs, blood and bone. Leaving just a simple, deflated pool toy orca on the bed after the air escaped her new body. "Unnngh, perfect for our day off," Rodion purred, her enormous hand easily scooping up the flattened vinyl shape. She ran her now huge thumb across what had been Ishmael's face, now just printed features on an orca's head. The deflated pool toy looked tiny and pathetic in her palm. She stuffed the deflated Ishmael into her beach bag alongside a swimsuit. Something landed on her fabric. It was a swimsuit. The implication wasn't lost on her. 'She's taking me swimming? As a fucking POOLTOY?' "Pssst, milaya, don't be scared," Rodion whispered into the bag, her voice rumbling like thunder. "We're gonna have a fun day... well, I am at least." Hours passed with bizarre sensations overwhelming Ishmael's transformed consciousness. She felt pressure, temperature, and movement, but in ways that defied human understanding. When light finally flooded in, she watched helplessly as Rodion undressed above her, that devilish smirk never leaving her face. Rodion's colossal form blocked out the light as she slipped on a skimpy swimsuit before lifting Ishmael from the bag. "Well, we better get you ready for the party. No one comes here this early." Rodion carried her through an artificial beach dome complete with sand, palm trees and a private pool area. The glass ceiling revealed it was barely dawn, the facility empty except for them. Rodion's massive fingers found the air valve formerly Ishmael's pussy and pressed her plump lips against it. The sensation of warm, humid air rushing into her was indescribable. Ishmael's form stretched from all sides, expanding from flat plastic into three dimensions. Her new body creaked and stretched taut with each powerful breath Rodion forced into her. The pressure built uncomfortably inside her hollow form until she was fully inflated. Rodion tossed her unceremoniously into the water and jumped in after her. Cold waves sent tingling sensations across Ishmael's vinyl surface as she bounced helplessly. Despite having no human nerve endings, every splash registered against her new skin with alarming sensitivity. The waves created by Rodion's enormous body nearly submerged her completely. "Hey there," Rodion swam closer, her eyes gleaming with unmistakable lust. Her enormous hand easily grabbed Ishmael's entire form. "You know, I feel pretty frisky in the mornings, and you have just the perfect form as an orca pool toy. Very fitting for a sea woman." With predatory grace, Rodion positioned Ishmael against the pool's edge and pushed herself up, holding the inflated toy between her massive thighs. Without hesitation, she began grinding against Ishmael's surface, her movements growing increasingly urgent under Rodion's hulking frame. "Mmmmph... fuck..." Rodion moaned, rubbing herself faster. Through her vinyl surface, Ishmael felt every motion with impossible clarity. The friction generated heat against her plastic form. The total powerlessness was humiliating yet somehow stimulating. She tried to wiggle, managing only the slightest wobble that seemed to excite Rodion further. "You like being my little toy, don't you?" Rodion growled, her giant hands gripping Ishmael's sides, squeezing the inflated orca between her fingers. "So helpless under me." Rodion's movements grew more aggressive, her swimsuit beginning to tear from the friction. The fabric ripped away, leaving her bare sex grinding directly against Ishmael's slick surface. The sheer weight of her mas
