Mannequin Challenge - Mannequin TF
Tags: Inanimate, Unaware, Permanent, Statue TF, Object TF, ASFR, Caption, Doll TF, Objectification
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!Mannequin Challenge - Mannequin TF(Commission cap for Thunderhound9)The bass thumped so hard Fern could feel it in…
(Commission cap for Thunderhound9) The bass thumped so hard Fern could feel it in her teeth. She clutched her fifth vodka cranberry and tried to remember how many shots she had done off that sexy bartender's abs. "FERN! FERN! It's your tuuuurn!" Sindy, the bride to be, stumbled over with her plastic tiara askew and a bottle of champagne in each hand. Her white sash that said "BRIDE" was stained with something purple. "Okay, okay, okay, shhhh, I got thissss," Fern slurred, patting her friend's cheek with uncoordinated affection. "I got the BEST hiding spot. You guysh will NEVER find me!" The rules of their drunk sorority game were simple. Swallow a transformation tablet, become an object, hide somewhere in the venue and wait for your friends to find you. The first few rounds had been easy. Maya turned into a barstool and was found in three minutes when some guy tried to sit on her and she giggled. Kendra became a potted plant but sneezed from the dust. But Fern had a plan. She snatched a mannequin tablet from the tf tablet baggie she secretly bought from a strange dude near the club. Small, white, smelled like chalk and looked like nothing special. She swallowed it dry before anyone could stop her and immediately felt her stomach clench. "Okay! Countin to... to... what number?" Sindy squinted. "A HUNDRED!" someone shouted. "Yeah! That! GO HIDE FERN!" Fern stumbled through the crowd, her heels catching on spilled drinks and lost dignity. The backstage door was propped open with a cinderblock and she slipped through, finding herself in a maze of storage rooms and costume racks. 'Perfect... They'll never think to look back here hehehehe' She found a corner near some old display mannequins and planted her feet, already feeling the tablet starting to work. A tingling sensation spread from her gut outward, like pins and needles, but deeper. Like it was happening to her bones. "Ohhhhh wow," she breathed, watching her hands. The skin was changing. The warm pink of living flesh fading to something cooler. 'This feels so weird... like my whole body is falling asleep, but not the bad tingly kind. The... floaty kind.' Her fingers locked up first. She tried to wiggle them, but they had become solid, the joints fusing into smooth, unbending plastic. The color had finished changing now, pure glossy white like fresh paint on a showroom dummy. The transformation crawled up her arms. She felt her elbows solidify, her shoulders lock into their slightly raised position. Her black cocktail dress suddenly felt heavy against her hardening torso. 'My boobs feel so weird. They're getting... firmer? Not like turned on firm. Like HARD firm. Like they're solid all the way through.' She looked down and watched her cleavage lose its jiggle. Her breasts became perfect hemispheres, smooth and rounded and absolutely still. Through the thin fabric of her dress she could see her nipples changing, the sensitive pink nubs flattening out, becoming subtle bumps of molded plastic with no more feeling than a button on a shirt. 'Nnnnngh god I can't feel them anymore. I know they're there, but it's like they belong to someone else...' The numbness spread to her pussy next. "Ahhhhhhh~" She tried to moan but her jaw was stiffening, her lips parting slightly and then freezing in place. Between her legs, her most sensitive parts were transforming. She could feel the warmth of her cunt fading, the soft wet folds becoming smooth and dry. The delicate textures of her labia simplified into a gentle suggestion of shape. Her clit, that perfect little bundle of nerves, flattened into nothing more than a seam in the plastic. 'OH GOD. Ohhhhh god I can't... I can feel it disappearing. All that sensation just... going away. It's like someone turned off the lights down there. I know I have a pussy but I can't FEEL it anymore. It's just... smooth. It's just plastic. I'm just plastic!' Her legs went last. Thighs hardening, knees locking, calves becoming pillars of white synthetic material. Her feet pointed slightly, fitting perfectly into an invisible pair of high heels that no longer existed because her shoes had clattered to the floor. Her face finished last. She felt her eyes glaze over, still able to see but the orbs themselves becoming glass. Her nose simplified. Her short black hair became strands of molded plastic, shiny and stiff and completely immobile. 'Done. I'm done. I'm a mannequin. Holy shit I'm actually a mannequin right now!' She stood in the backstage corner, frozen in a casual pose with one hand near her hip and the other hanging at her side. Just another display dummy in a room full of old props. Time passed. 'Okay. Any minute now. They'll find me. Sindy always cheats at hide and seek anyway. She'll figure out I went backstage.' More time passed... 'Maybe they're checking the bathrooms first. That's where Maya was hiding in the first round...' Even more time passed. The bass from the club faded as the night wore on. Fern couldn't tell how long it ha
