Lost Bet - Punching Bag TF
Tags: Inanimate, Balloon TF, Object TF, Caption, Inflation, Objectification, Rubber, Latex TF
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Personal Information Name: Kristin | Age: 21 | Gender: Female | TF-ID: TF-KF21WD Treatment Information Transformation: Punching Bag Woman | Date: 04.07.2025 Doctor: Dr. Lena Cronk | TF Treatmemt: TF Injection Guardian’s Information Name: Gloria | Age: 22 | Gender: Female Notes The patient was a little difficult... She was against the procedure somehow, although she had registered for it. Those young adults really don't care about wasting the clinic's time, do they? The procedure was successful and she was handed to her guardian. Duration: A month | Next Location: Gym Lost Bet - Punching Bag TF I am Kristin, the badass of our neighborhood girl. One day I lost that fucking bet to the rich bitch Gloria. Gloria dragged me to the TF Clinic, registration papers already signed. My stomach dropped when Dr. Cronk pulled out that massive needle. "No fucking way!" I scrambled backward. "I am not doing this!" Dr. Cronk sighed. "Hold still. This will only hurt for a moment." The needle pierced my skin before I could react. "OWWW! YOU BITCH!" I swung at her face, but my arm felt... wrong. I felt lightweight and hollow! Something pushed outward from inside me like my body was just a shell being inflated. My legs ballooned to cartoonish proportions. My tits swelled, and my arms locked to my sides as my skin turned glossy, plastic-like. Then, my face froze into a permanent, idiotic smile. I could still see and still think, but I couldn't move except to wobble back and forth when pushed. Dr. Cronk snapped a photo. "Nurse, help me with these clothes." Their hands on my plastic body felt bizarre as they stripped me completely naked. My hollow insides compressed when they pushed. "Here's your new toy," Dr. Cronk handed me to Gloria. She took me to her friend, who airbrushed me for hours. The cold paint tickled my sensitized surface as he colored my nipples bright red and the rest of me differently, so no one recognized me."Perfect," Gloria declared. The next day, I stood in the center of the martial arts studio, wobbling helplessly as fighters practiced kicks and punches. Each impact sent me rocking back and forth, my weighted bottom always returning me upright. THWACK! A roundhouse kick connected with my plastic tits, sending waves of bizarre stimulus. 'Unnngh!' I couldn't make a sound, but in my mind, I screamed as each blow rocketed through me. The 'worst' part? Some kicks, especially the ones hitting just right between my legs, felt a little too good. Night after night, I stood in the dojo, watching into the mirror. Planning my revenge when I returned to human form. But a tiny part of me... a part growing larger each day wondered if I might deliberately lose our next bet too... it felt kinda good...
