Rescue Mission - Cosplay TF
Tags: Panties TF, Inanimate, Clothing TF, Object TF, Caption, Panties, Objectification, Cosplay, Bra, Gender bend, Feminization, MTF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord Server. Some of the other things you can find there are NSFW captions without the censor and giveaways for commissions!'Rescue Mission - Cosplay TFLast Part:"Another fucking embarrassing mission!" Medusa stared at h…
"Another fucking embarrassing mission!" Medusa stared at her reflection, hardly recognizing the feminine face gazing back. Her big breasts strained against the tight latex uniform, making her squirm uncomfortably. The mission brief replayed in her head while she applied thick mascara. Her mission was named 'Operation Retrieval'. The operation aims to find the transformed agents and bring them back. What happens to them after will be decided by the MIMIC Agency and the mission location... is a strip club. Her cover identity is 'Blue Crystal' - Exotic Dancer Trainee and my timeline is 2 weeks. "Bullshit assignment," she muttered, adjusting the push-up bra beneath her uniform. Her new female body still felt alien and sensitive in ways her former male form had never experienced. Every brush of fabric sent tingles through unfamiliar nerve endings. "Three months those idiots spend getting felt up by horny strippers while I get my dick zapped again off for this retrieval." The extensive briefing notes burned in her mind. Three agents are trapped in transformed lingerie states. Their TF drives were removed. They could be showing signs of transformation addiction from prolonged exposure. Possible psychological compromise. And here she was, barely adjusted to having tits and a pussy herself, expected to work undercover retrieving them. Her hands trembled while applying pink lipstick. She reached to scratch phantom balls. "UnNNgh!" She doubled over suddenly, another wave of feminine sensation washing through her body. Between her legs, a familiar warmth began building. "Fuck this body!" she growled, pressing her thighs together as she finished the makeup and traveled to the club. The club's heavy bass thumped through the walls. Soon she'd be out there, learning to dance while searching for her transformed colleagues. Phoenix, sweet, innocent Phoenix, now apparently, if the description is correct, will surely be broken. Pegasus, the tough professional, is reduced to an enthusiastic thong. And Hydra... well, Hydra probably enjoyed the whole thing, knowing her. "Alright Newbie, time for your first lesson!" The head dancer's voice made her jump. "Let's see what you've got!" Medusa took one last look in the mirror, hardly believing this was her mission. Find three stupid transformees hiding in a strip club's costume collection at the same time as she would be learning how to pole dance. In a brand new female body that wouldn't stop tingling. "Coming!" she called, voice still strange to her ears. Time to begin the most awkward undercover operation of her career. At least the latex suit was familiar, even if everything else felt completely wrong. She walked onto the main floor, already dreading what came next. The things she did for this job. "First lesson, Sugar. Every girl tries on all the house outfits. Can't dance if you ain't comfortable in the gear." Madam Scarlett's thick accent dripped honey while she unlocked the room with a lot of costumes. The massive wardrobe smelled of perfume, leather, sweat and cum. Medusa's pussy clenched involuntarily. Fucking female body, reacting to everything. "All of them?" she squeaked, eyeing hundreds of outfits. "Every. Single. Piece." Scarlett winked. "Strip, Newbie." Face burning, Medusa peeled off her clothes. Her sensitive nipples pebbled in the cool air. The first outfit was basic: sheer black thong, matching bra. Nothing special. No TF signature. The fabric scratched her newly soft skin. "Next!" Hours passed. Latex catsuits. Vinyl corsets. Fishnet bodysuits that made her squirm. Each new garment brought fresh sensations to her transformed body. Sweat gathered between her breasts, ran down her inner thighs. "UnnNNf!" She gasped, pulling on a purple thong. The fabric buzzed against her clit. Energy signatures tingled through her consciousness. "Found you, Pegasus," she thought. The transformed agent's presence radiated warmth, enthusiasm. Almost... hungry. "That one suits you real nice," Scarlett purred. "Gets all the girls hot and bothered. Must be something in the material." 'Something like a horny transformed agent,' Medusa thought, grinding subtly against the fabric. Pegasus's consciousness brushed hers, eager and inviting. The prolonged transformation had clearly affected her colleague's mind. "Keep it on. Try this next." A black latex bra landed in her hands. More energy signatures. Phoenix. The material practically vibrated with need. "Fuck fuck fuck," Medusa whispered, fastening it. Both transformed agents hugged her curves possessively. Their combined arousal flooded her system. Her nipples strained against Phoenix's cups while Pegasus stroked her pussy enthusiastically. "Looking good, Sugar! One more piece to complete the set." Scarlett held up a small black plug with decorative crystals. Hydra. The final agent. "House rules. Full uniform during training." Medusa's eyes widened. "That's... that goes..." "You know where it goes, Honey. Need help?" "N-no!" Medusa grabbed i
