Long-Term Solution - Lingerie TF
Tags: Panties TF, Inanimate, Lingerie, Clothing TF, Unaware, Flattening, Object TF, Magic, Caption, Panties
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!Long-Term Solution - Lingerie TF(Commission cap for 2mucheffort)The Tokyo night was full of streetlights, car engin…
(Commission cap for 2mucheffort) The Tokyo night was full of streetlights, car engines rumbled in the distance, and neon signs buzzing against the dark sky, all of it creating enough noise to cover the soft footsteps of the young woman creeping along the outer wall of the Yamamoto estate. Aiko pressed her body flat against the cold stone and felt the familiar tingle of her unique heritage awakening in her cells, that ancient curse that had been passed down through five generations of her family ever since her great great grandfather had been transformed by a vengeful yokai into something not quite human anymore. She was blue not blue like sadness or blue like the sky, but actually physically blue, her skin the color of deep water at night, and her body could do things that normal human bodies simply could not do. She could stretch and compress and flatten herself into shapes that would kill any ordinary person, a gift that should have made her the greatest ninja of her generation. You might think it's an easy-peasy job for such an extraordinary person. What could be the issue? Well, Aiko was absolutely terrible at being a ninja. She had been trying to complete her qualification mission for an entire year now, attempting to infiltrate this same estate over and over again, and every single time she had failed in increasingly embarrassing ways. Tonight felt different though, the cars in the background were louder than usual and there seemed to be fewer guards patrolling the grounds, so she allowed herself a small spark of hope as she found a narrow gap in the estate wall where the stones had shifted apart over the years. Aiko took a deep breath and made her body compress, feeling that strange sensation of her mass softening, she became thin enough to slip through the crack. It was always an intimate feeling, this compression, like her entire body was being hugged too tightly by invisible hands, every nerve ending pressed against every other nerve ending until she could feel her own breath. She pushed herself through the gap inch by inch, her face squishing against the rough stone, her breasts pancaking flat against her ribs, her hips narrowing until they were barely wider than her spine. She was almost through when her ninja outfit caught on something sharp. Aiko tugged and felt the fabric resist, then tugged harder and felt it tear, and then she was falling forward and hitting the ground on the other side with a loud thump that echoed across the courtyard. She scrambled to her feet and looked around frantically, her heart pounding in her ears, but no guards came running and no alarms started wailing. "Part one complete. Three more to go." She entered the main house through an unlocked window, which was very unusual, and made her way down the hallway toward the family leader's office with soft, careful steps. The wooden floor was polished to perfection and felt cool against her feet, the smell of incense and old money filling her nostrils, and everything was so quiet that she could hear her own breathing echoing off the walls. "Too quiet. Too easy," she whispered. Aiko had done this exact infiltration seventeen times before and every single time something had gone wrong, usually because of a certain college aged girl with sharp eyes and even sharper instincts who seemed to know exactly where Aiko would be before she even got there. But tonight there was no sign of Haruka, no guards, no traps, nothing but empty hallways and open doors. She reached the office and slipped inside, spotting the safe immediately, its metal surface gleaming in the moonlight that streamed through the window. The documents she needed were in there, the proof of her skills that would finally allow her to call herself a true ninja, and all she had to do was cross the room and open it. Aiko took one step forward and heard a loud CLICK She looked up just in time to see something massive falling toward her from the ceiling, a heavy landing pad designed for exactly this purpose, and then the weight hit her and she was instantly compressed against the hardwood floor with a wet squelching sound that seemed to fill the entire room. Being flattened was always strange. Aiko felt her body spread outward like butter on warm toast, her body sliding to the sides, her breasts pressing so thin against the floor that she could feel individual grains in the wood, her face stretched wide and paper thin with her eyes bulging sideways. There was no pain because the curse made it so they never felt pain from these transformations, but there was sensation, so much sensation, every inch of her flattened form hyper aware of the pressure crushing her into a blue puddle of living flesh, much worse than flattening her herself. Then the weight lifted and a familiar face appeared above her. It was Haruka Yamamoto was twenty-two years old, the same age as Aiko, with long black hair and red eyes that always seemed to be laughing at something. She was wearing a dark bl
