Quick Action - Mousepad TF
Tags: Inanimate, Object TF, Caption, Objectification
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Lyas Thierena gripped the wall edge, searching for a way into a regular american house. The tight black TF suit squeaked against her skin, hugging every curve of her athletic body. Her eyes scanned the apartment windows for anyone or anything that could spot her. "Goddamn simple mission my ass," she muttered, adjusting the suit where it pinched uncomfortably against her scar tissue. "Break into some basement-dwelling hacker's place, plant a tracker, get the fuck out. Why did they need me for this shit?" The answer was in her briefing. This wasn't just any hacker. This was a hacker who'd somehow penetrated MIMIC's outer security protocols. If he cracked the encryption on what he'd stolen, their entire operation would be exposed. Cobra pressed her face against the dirty window, grimacing at what she saw. The apartment looked like a biohazard zone it had a lot of empty Dr. Pepper cans formed precarious towers, pizza boxes created their own ecosystem, and the glow of multiple monitors illuminated the chaos. "Fucking slob," she whispered, carefully opening the window lock with a specialized tool. The window slid up with a soft creak, and the full assault of odors hit her nose. "Ugghhh" Sweat. Old food. Unwashed laundry. Something worse she didn't want to identify. Cobra slipped inside, immediately holding her breath. The target was out, probably getting more caffeine and processed food, giving her a small window to complete her task. She moved swiftly to the main computer setup, sliding a small USB drive into an available port. "Uploading now," she whispered into her comms. "This fucking place... Jesus..." The USB light blinked, indicating the virus was installing properly. It would corrupt his stolen files while simultaneously installing tracking software. Government agents would pick him up within 24 hours. Then she heard it. Footsteps on the stairwell outside. Heavy, trudging steps. "Shit shit shit!" Her heart rate spiked. The USB needed another thirty seconds. Cobra's eyes darted around the room, searching for transformation options. A coffee mug? Too small. The chair? Too obvious if he sat down. Then she spotted it as an oppai mousepad, the silicon breasts worn and stained from constant use. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me," she groaned, grabbing the disgusting object and tossing it behind the couch. With the footsteps approaching the door, she activated her transformation. "Unnghhh!" The sensation hit her like electricity as her bones liquefied. Her torso flattened and widened, arms and legs melting into her expanding form. Her breasts stretched and filled with gel-like substance, forming perfect dome shapes on her newly flattened body. The transformation core nestled itself between her mousepad tits, almost invisible against the pitch-black material she'd become. The door unlocked just as the final molecules rearranged. Cobra was now identical to the discarded mousepad, except completely pitch black and clean. "Huh? Did I get a new pad?" The hacker's voice was exactly what Cobra expected. He was confused but not giving a lot of crap for small things. "Don't remember ordering this one." Heavy footsteps approached, and suddenly massive fingers wrapped around her transformed edges, lifting her onto the desk. The sensation was bizarre she could feel her weight shifting, her newly silicone body compressing slightly. "Feels nicer than my old one," the hacker muttered, dropping his massive hand directly onto her right breast. 'HNNGGH!' Cobra screamed internally as sensations flooded her mousepad consciousness. Her breasts in this form were still connected to her nervous system, and his sweaty palm pressed directly onto where her nipple would be. The USB drive completed its task and ejected with a soft pop. "What the...? Whatever." The hacker pushed the drive aside and settled in, starting his stream. "Hey guys, your favorite streamer here with another hack stream. Got a new mousepad today, apparently. Check it out!" He angled his webcam down, showing Cobra off to hundreds of viewers. Her mousepad consciousness burned with embarrassment as comments rolled in. "Yeah, it's way better quality than my old one. Super soft." To demonstrate, he squeezed her breast again, sending shock waves of sensation through her transformed body. For the next four hours, Cobra endured constant stimulation as his hand moved back and forth across her surface. His palm brushed repeatedly over her sensitized chest, leaving trails of sweat that her absorbent material soaked up. 'Mmmmph... fucking stop... already...' she pleaded silently, each movement of his wrist sending confusing jolts of pleasure-pain through her transformed nervous system. His mouse dragged across her flat stomach region, occasionally dipping into the wrist-rest cleavage between her transformed breasts. When he finally ended the stream, Cobra thought her torture would end. Instead, the hacker switched to browsing explicit websites, his movements becoming more aggr
