New Products - Onahole TF
Tags: Inanimate, Sex Toys TF, Melting, Object TF, Caption, Objectification, Onahole, Goo 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!New Products - Onahole TFI never thought I'd end up working at a fucking Tenga shop. The pay is decent, though, and…
I never thought I'd end up working at a fucking Tenga shop. The pay is decent, though, and until something better comes along, I have to suck it up and deal with these perverts day after day. "Welcome to Tenga," I say with a forced smile, adjusting this ridiculous red uniform they make me wear. It hugs my curves too tightly, making my breasts look even larger than they are. My blonde hair falls over my shoulders as I bow slightly to the newest customer. Every damn day it's the same. Men pretending they wandered in by accident, their eyes glued to my ass or tits instead of my face. Most blush and scurry away when they realize what we sell. Online shopping has killed the brick and mortar adult toy business, but corporate insists on keeping these shops open. Probably just so they can stare at girls like me in these stupid uniforms. It's a slow Tuesday afternoon when he walks in. Mid-thirties, slightly overweight, wearing an anime t-shirt stretched over his belly. A fucking otaku. Great. "Can I help you find something?" I ask, but his eyes are fixed on my chest. "Uh... yeah," he mumbles, finally dragging his gaze up to somewhere near my face. "Would you like to see our new products, or are you interested in our standard collection?" I ask, maintaining my professional tone despite wanting to slap him. He just nods, apparently not even listening to my question. Asshole. "Right this way," I say, leading him deeper into the store. The shelves are lined with masturbators, dildos, and vibrators of every shape and color. He looks around nervously, clearly embarrassed but also fascinated. I notice Kenji, our cashier, isn't at the counter. Probably taking another extended smoke break. That lazy fuck is always disappearing when we have customers. "So, what exactly are you looking for today?" I ask, trying to get this over with. The otaku doesn't answer. Instead, he's staring at something behind me. There was a large, booth-like machine we just got in yesterday. The signage reads: 'MAKE A ONAHOLE GO INSIDE AND THE MACHINE WILL MAKE THE ONAHOLE YOU COULD BE!' The phrasing is weird as fuck. The manual just said: 'Get in, select color, enjoy, bring back.' Simple enough, but no one from corporate explained what it actually does. "What's that?" he asks, finally speaking a complete sentence. I sigh. "It's new. Some kind of promotional gimmick, I think." "How does it work?" His eyes are wide with interest. "I honestly don't know. It just arrived yesterday." "Can you show me?" he asks, a weird gleam in his eyes. I check my watch. It's almost closing time, and I want to get rid of this guy. "Fine," I say, walking over to the machine. The door slides open automatically as I approach. It's just a small chamber, enough for one person to stand in. "You just get in, and then someone selects options on this panel," I explain, pointing to the control screen on the outside. "Can you get in? I want to see how it works," he says, practically salivating. I roll my eyes. "Whatever. But make it quick." I step inside the chamber, plastering a fake smile on my face. "See? Nothing special. Now let me..." Before I can finish, the otaku presses something on the control panel. The door slides shut with a pneumatic hiss. "Hey! What the fuck?" I shout, banging on the door. Through the small window, I see him select 'red' from a color menu. A mechanical whirr starts beneath my feet. "Very funny. Let me out now," I demand, but my voice sounds strangely distant. That's when I feel it! A tingling sensation spreading across my skin. My strength begins to drain away like water down a sink. I press my hands against the glass, but they feel... wrong. I look down and gasp. My skin is turning red, not like the ones you get from a sunburn, but translucent, almost like...plastic. "What the fuck?" I scream, but my voice comes out distorted. The otaku's face appears in the window, his expression shifting from curiosity to shock as he watches me. I pinch my lip, and it feels rubbery and synthetic. My uniform suddenly feels enormous as my body begins to shrink. The tingling intensifies until my entire body buzzes with it like I'm being restructured at a molecular level. My arms are melting inward, disappearing into my torso. I can still look down but with tremendous effort. My body continues to shrink, my legs folding into themselves until they're gone completely. I'm hollowing out from the inside. My mouth stretches wide, permanently open, and between my legs, my pussy expands into a gaping entrance. Inside, I feel ridges and textures forming patterns designed for...pleasure. "HELP!" I try to scream, but my voice is barely audible now, just a whisper from a throat that's no longer human. The door slides open. I've been transformed into a small, red, transparent onahole. "Help me," I whisper as the otaku picks me up. His greasy fingers stretch my new openings, sending unexpected waves of sensation through what's left of me. Each touch feels intensely erotic, making m
