Secret Mission - Dildo TF
Tags: Inanimate, Sex Toys TF, Clothing TF, Anime, Object TF, Caption, Objectification, Bra, Ginger
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Amanda's fingers trembled as she adjusted the skin-tight transformation suit. The black latex clung to her scrawny frame, making her feel even more self-conscious about her lack of curves. She tucked a strand of ginger hair behind her ear, green eyes darting nervously around the briefing room. "Agent Phoenix," Commander Chen's voice cut through her anxiety. "You've been cleared for field duty. Dr. Petrochenko specifically requested you for this assignment." "M-me?" she stammered, fidgeting with her glasses. "But I'm still... I mean, after what happened with the team..." "Three months of psychological evaluation says you're fit for duty," Chen replied flatly. "Besides, this is low-risk surveillance. Even you shouldn't be able to fuck it up." The mission parameters appeared on screen. Amanda's heart skipped. She recognized the target immediately."Milana Petrowa," Chen continued. "Age 21. Daughter of Dr. Petrow Petrochenko, creator of the transformation technology. Currently attending your former college." Amanda stared at the photo. Milana's platinum blonde bob framed a round face with striking blue eyes. Her chubby figure showed generous curves in all the places Amanda lacked them. "The doctor believes his daughter is engaged in... concerning activities," Chen explained. "She leaves her apartment nightly, returns late. He wants to know where she goes, what she does." "Why me?" Amanda whispered. "You were classmates. You know her routines. And frankly, Phoenix, after your extended transformation as a sexualized costume piece, MIMIC needs to recoup its investment in your rehabilitation." Amanda blushed furiously, remembering months trapped as lingerie. The constant intimate contact, the pleasure, the addiction... "Simple infiltration," Chen continued. "Transform into something innocuous in her possession. Observe her activities. Report back. No interaction. Understand?" "Y-yes sir." The lecture hall hadn't changed. Same uncomfortable seats, same droning professor. And there, three rows down, Milana Petrowa scribbled notes, occasionally stretching her arms above her head, making her breasts strain against her tight sweater. Amanda swallowed hard. The mission. Focus on the mission. She tracked Milana through three classes, waiting for the perfect opportunity. When the Russian girl finally headed toward the restroom, Amanda made her move. She ducked into an empty classroom, stashed her clothes in a vent, and activated her transformation sequence. "Unnngh!" The familiar rush of molecules rearranging hit like an orgasm. Her bones liquefied, organs compressing as her consciousness stretched and transformed. Within seconds, she existed as a small black sphere, her TF drive pulsing at her core. Rolling into the hallway, she timed it perfectly to be kicked under a stall door just as Milana entered. The Russian girl set her purse down, and Amanda seized her chance, rolling inside among makeup, water bottles, and... Maxi pads? Amanda's spherical consciousness faltered. Her broken psyche, still traumatized from months as intimate apparel, fixated on the feminine products. Before she could stop herself, her form shifted again. 'No, no, no!' she thought desperately as her black sphere stretched and flattened into a perfect replica of a menstrual pad, complete with adhesive backing and absorbent center. 'Why did I do that?!' Milana finished her business and rummaged through her purse. Amanda felt fingers brush against her transformed surface. "Hmm, period should be finished," Milana mumbled in her thick Russian accent. "But maybe better safe than sorry, da?" To Amanda's horror, Milana peeled off her adhesive backing and pressed her firmly against the crotch of her panties. 'Oh god oh god oh god,' Amanda's consciousness screamed as warm, intimate flesh pressed against her transformed surface. Every microscopic texture of Milana's most private area registered through her hyper-sensitive material. The day continued in mortifying detail. Amanda felt every shift, every subtle dampness, every movement of Milana's thighs. Worse, her transformed mind began to enjoy it. The heat, the pressure, the intimate connection... By evening, Amanda's thoughts had grown foggy with arousal. As Milana walked down a darkened street, Amanda's control slipped entirely. Her pad form stretched and hardened, silicone replacing cotton, vibration mechanisms forming within her structure. Before she could stop herself, she'd transformed into a thick, black vibrating dildo. "Suka blyat?!" Milana gasped as the vibrations started. "Blyat!" The Russian girl darted into an alley, leaning against a wall as pleasure washed over her. Her hand dove into her panties, pulling out the vibrating intrusion. "Ahhh!" she moaned, examining the dildo with wide eyes. The TF drive was clearly visible at the base, glowing softly. Milana's expression transformed from shock to fury. "MIMIC agent?" she hissed, recognizing the technology instantly. "Papa is sending spies? On menya
