Permanent Decision - Soap TF
Tags: Inanimate, Unaware, Permanent, Melting, Object TF, Caption, Objectification, Goo TF
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Personal Information Name: Cecil | Age: 31 | Gender: Male | TF-ID: TF-CM31RS Treatment Information Transformation: Regular Soap? | Date: 23.06.2025 Doctor: Dr. Alina Androsky | TF Treatmemt: TF Injection Guardian’s Information Name: | Age: | Gender: Notes Ara ara this Cecil man, oh sorry soap man... soap was very committed! Permanent transformation without a guardian is pure madness! But well, he chose, and now he is just soap. The transformation went smoothly, as always. The thing is now in a soap container. Duration: Forever! | Next Location: TF Clinic Storage Permanent Decision - Soap TF I am Cecil, and I am 31. I am making the biggest decision of my life at the TF clinic. I signed countless forms despite warnings about "permanent alteration" and "to have a guardian." "You understand this is permanent?" Dr. Alina Androsky asked, her long white hair cascading over her lab coat. Her pink eyes studied me skeptically. "Absolutely," I answered firmly. She filled the syringe with blue liquid. "Last chance... why soap?" "To be useful. To be touched. To become essential." She sighed and prepared the injection. The needle pierced my skin. Cold liquid fire spread through my veins. My fingertips began dissolving, turning translucent and viscous. "Nnngghh!" I gasped as my limbs liquefied. "Ara ara, soap weirdo," Dr. Androsky chuckled, grabbing a container. "So committed!" My awareness stretched as she collected my liquefying form. "Perfect transformation," she noted, labeling me "TF-CM31RS Unique Formula" before placing me in storage. Days passed in darkness until a couple entered the woman with deep blue hair, complaining, "My skin gets so oily." Dr. Androsky suggested me. "Unique formula and excellent quality." The woman lifted my container. "Perfect! We'll take it." Excitement surged through my soapy form. She would touch me precisely what I'd wanted. t their apartment, the woman poured me into her palm, calling to her boyfriend, "Join me?" "Coming, Zara." She added me to their bath, then scooped me up, rubbing my soapy form across her shoulders, down her arms, and over her breasts. "This soap feels amazing," she sighed, passing some to her boyfriend. I experienced every point of contact, fingers spreading me across my skin, dissolving oils. With each use, parts of me bonded with their skin,especially her breasts. Most incredibly, as I settled between her skin cells, I began feeling her sensations, the arousal when her boyfriend touched her breasts, the pleasure signals through her nerves. This existence was everything I'd hoped for. It is not just used but is becoming a part of her, and she doesn't even know about it!
