Nearly Perfect Plan - Swimsuit TF
Tags: Inanimate, Clothing TF, Swimsuit, Unaware, Permanent, Object TF, Caption, Bikini
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Personal Information Name: Hans | Age: 31 | Gender: Male| TF-ID: TF-EHM31OS Treatment Information Transformation: One-piece swimsuit| Date: 03.10.2025 Doctor: Dr. Kaylie Fuss | TF Treatmemt: Body Remodeling Guardian’s Information Name: Lina | Age: 27 | Gender: Female Notes The remodeling went well and the user was shipped out to germany. It's a very risky treatment, no traces at all, and only the machine can turn you back. I hope he gets mixed up in transit for choosing such a weird clothing choice. Duration: 2 Months | Next Location: Germany, Hamburg Nearly Perfect Plan - Swimsuit TF I am Hans, thirty-one, German, living in the US for three years. My life changed when I started sexting with Lina, a gorgeous Instagram model. She constantly sent lists of gifts she wanted, including a specific japanese swimsuit with name decorative tag. The perfect plan formed: transform into that exact swimsuit, surprise her by being worn, then automatically request a return for an even better gift. Dr. Kaylie Fuss handled my transformation at the clinic. The red-eyed woman with flowing black hair seemed annoyed by my request. "Body remodeling into a swimsuit? Weirdooo~," she muttered while preparing the procedure. The transformation felt surreal. I watched my body was being sculpted like clay, pieces scraped and faded away. No sounds, just visual changes as my form was sculpted into a swimsuit shape. At the end she converted my skin into stretchy fabric material, leaving phantom sensations where limbs once existed. "Absolute weirdo," she commented while photographing me. "Hope you get mixed up in transit." Despite her rudeness, being worn felt incredible, hugging another person's body completely, feeling their warmth, arousal and every muscle movement. After shipping to Germany, Lina opened my package with a knowing smirk. "Perfect timing, Hans," she purred before calling out, "Michael! Come see what my client sent!" A muscular man appeared. "Another one of your sugar daddies?" he asked, examining my fabric form. She nodded, pulling me over her curves. Her body already smelled of sex, radiating heat as she read my two-month duration note. "Dumbass Hans, I would want to see your face when you get this cumrag back!" Two months of hell followed. They fucked constantly while I absorbed every drop of their combined fluids. The fishy cum smell penetrated every fiber, becoming part of my fabric. Finally returned to the clinic, Dr. Fuss smiled wickedly. "Look who's back." She placed me in the reversal machine, but nothing happened. Lifting my soiled form, she sniffed deeply. "Great news for me, terrible for you. You're so contaminated that the machine can't recognize your original pattern. You're permanently stuck." She held me up, grinning. "After a good wash, we'll have so much fun together!" I was stuck but too horny to care!
