No Touching! - Pasties TF
Tags: Inanimate, Latex, Clothing TF, Object TF, Caption, Shapechange, Latex TF, Condom TF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord ServerNo Touching! - Pasties TFThe neon sign bathed the entrance in a crimson glow. Jake stumbled through the velvet curtains, his college buddies egging him on. The pulsing bass rattled through his chest. Plush red…
The neon sign bathed the entrance in a crimson glow. Jake stumbled through the velvet curtains, his college buddies egging him on. The pulsing bass rattled through his chest. Plush red booths lined the walls, mysterious silhouettes whispering behind wisps of cigarette smoke. "Holy fuck," he mumbled, eyes darting between scantily clad waitresses. His collar felt too tight. The air is thick with perfume and desire. At the bar, condensation dripped down bottles of top-shelf liquor. The bartender, a redhead bursting out of her corset, slid him a whiskey neat. One drink became three. The room started to spin pleasantly. His buddies scattered, each drawn to different corners of the club. "Main stage show starting!" someone announced over the throbbing speakers. Through his drunken haze, Jake watched her emerge from behind the curtain. Platinum hair cascaded past bare shoulders, catching the spotlight in a silvery shimmer. A leopard print bikini barely contained full, bouncing breasts. Her pink eyes seemed to look right through him, outlined in smoky makeup that made them even more hypnotic. High heels clicked against the stage with each deliberate step. "Unnngh..." Jake gripped his glass tighter, transfixed. Blood rushed south rapidly. She worked the pole with practiced grace, muscles flexing beneath creamy skin. Her thighs gripped the metal tightly while she spun, giving teasing glimpses of what lay beneath that tiny thong. Dollar bills rained onto the stage.The liquor had thoroughly erased his inhibitions. He stumbled closer to the stage, mesmerized by the way sweat glistened on her body. When she bent over, ass mere feet from his face, he couldn't resist. His palm connected with the curve of her buttock in a firm squeeze. The dancer whirled around so fast her hair whipped through the air. Those pink eyes now blazed with fury. "No touching!" Her voice cut through the music like a knife. But then, studying his drunken swaying, her scowl morphed into something more calculating. A predatory smile spread across her crimson lips. "Follow me, naughty boy. You need a...private dance. To learn some manners."Jake trailed after her wobbling gait, hypnotized by the sway of her hips. They passed through a beaded curtain into the VIP section. The room sparkled with mirrors and red velvet. A circular platform dominated the center, surrounded by plush seating. She guided him to sit, then mixed a drink at the private bar. "Here, sweetie. On the house. You need to...sober up before we continue." He gulped down the sweet cocktail eagerly, not questioning why it tasted faintly metallic. The room began to fade almost immediately. His vision doubled, then tripled. The dancer's smile was the last thing he saw before everything went black. Hours later, consciousness returned slowly. Jake tried to move but found himself paralyzed. The room came into strange focus - he could somehow see it from two slightly separate viewpoints simultaneously. Panic rose in his chest when he realized he couldn't feel his limbs at all. The click of heels announced her return. She was touching up her makeup in one of the mirrors, now wearing a fresh leopard print outfit. Her eyes met his reflection, and she smirked. "Finally awake, handsy boy? That special cocktail I gave you contained a very unique drug. One that teaches grabby customers permanent lessons about respecting boundaries." She reached down, and Jake felt pressure, though he couldn't see what she was doing. When she held up a mirror, horror struck him. Where his body should have been, he saw only two decorative nipple pasties in matching leopard print. "See? Now you'll get to be part of the show every night - without being able to touch anyone ever again." She attached him to her breasts, positioned perfectly so each pastie aligned with one of his new double viewpoints. The sensation of her skin against him was maddening. "Better get comfortable," she purred, giving her breasts a little shake that made his world bounce dizzyingly. "That transformation becomes permanent in just a few hours. Unless, of course, the pieces are brought back together in time... which won't be happening since I plan to throw one of you across the room during my next set." Jake tried to scream but couldn't make a sound. He could only watch helplessly through his divided vision as she strutted toward the stage, his consciousness split between her bouncing breasts, destined to be separated forever. The heavy bass pounded through Jake's new form as she strutted onto the main stage. His dual perspectives bounced with each step, giving him a nauseating split view of both the crowd and ceiling. The leopard print material that now comprised his existence felt warm against her skin. "Unngh... fuck yeah baby!" A drunk businessman shouted from the front row. Bills already littered the stage. She began her routine, each movement sending Jake's consciousness spinning. Her breasts bounced and swayed mere inches from his awareness.
