She had enough! - Leggings TF
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DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!She had enough! - Leggings TF(Commission cap for Myda)Marcus entered through the apartment doorway, sweat beading o…
(Commission cap for Myda) Marcus entered through the apartment doorway, sweat beading on his forehead. The summer heat clung to him like a second skin as he held several grocery bags in his arms. "Finally made it," he panted, kicking the door closed behind him. Euna lounged on the couch, her plump figure barely contained by gray leggings that hugged every curve. Her dark hair cascaded around her shoulders as she scrolled through her phone, barely acknowledging his entrance. A smirk played at the corners of her mouth as she watched him struggle with the bags. "Need some help?" she asked without making any move to get up. Marcus felt a flash of irritation as he watched her recline comfortably while he did all the work. Her smirk penetrated his pride, and before he could stop himself, the words tumbled out. "Euna, can you help me too? Or are you going to let your fatass get even bigger? Soon, those leggings won't fit anymore." The room went silent. Euna's golden eyes narrowed dangerously as she slowly set her phone down. "What did you just say to me?" Her voice came out low and controlled but with an edge sharp enough to cut. Marcus immediately regretted his words. "Look, I didn't mean..." "You didn't mean what?" Euna stood up, her curves shifting beneath the tight fabric. "You didn't mean to be a complete asshole? Again?" "I was just joking around," Marcus backpedaled, setting the groceries on the counter. "Come on, don't be so sensitive." "Sensitive?" Euna's voice rose. "You think I'm being sensitive because I don't want to hear your constant comments about my body? Do you even hear yourself?" "Okay, okay. I'm sorry," Marcus raised his hands defensively. "I've had a long day and..." "And that gives you the right to talk to me like that?" Euna cut him off. "This isn't the first time, Marcus. It's every damn day with you. My body isn't your punchline!" Marcus opened his mouth to apologize again, but Euna was already storming to her bedroom. She returned moments later with an ancient-looking book, its leather binding worn and cracked. "What's that?" Marcus asked, unease creeping up his spine. "Something that's going to teach you some respect," Euna replied, flipping through yellowed pages with practiced fingers. She stopped suddenly, a smile spreading across her face. "Perfect." Before Marcus could react, Euna began chanting words in a language he didn't recognize. Her fingers glowed with purple energy that pulsed in rhythm with her words. "Euna, what are you doing?" Panic rose in his throat. "Teaching you a lesson," she replied, never breaking her chant. The purple light shot toward Marcus, enveloping him completely. At first, nothing happened, and he laughed nervously. "Very funny, what kind of... AHHHHH!" Pain exploded across his body. Every cell felt like it was being pulled apart and rearranged. His limbs stretched impossibly thin, his skin burning hot like taffy in the sun. Marcus tried to scream, but his mouth was gone, his head no longer distinct from the rest of him. His consciousness spread thin across what was once his body. He felt himself splitting into thousands of thin strands, then reforming into something new. His skin dried out, becoming elastic and stretchy. The pain subsided, replaced by a strange numbness as he felt himself darkening in color. Then, with a soft "puff," he collapsed to the floor. Euna stood over him, her voluptuous figure even more imposing from this new perspective. She reached down, fingers brushing against what he had become. Marcus felt her touch ripple through his entire being. "Well," she said, satisfaction evident in her voice. "I guess you can apologize by being on me while I train today." She glanced at the clock. "Oh right, my morning routine starts soon." She casually put away the last of the groceries before returning to her bedroom. Marcus lay helpless on the floor, trying to comprehend what had happened. He could still think and feel, but he had no voice, no limbs, and no human form at all. Euna reappeared wearing a red sports bra that strained against her ample chest. With a smirk, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down her legs. "Won't be needing these," she remarked, picking up what used to be Marcus from the floor. Inside his fabric mind, Marcus panicked. 'No, she can't be right? She wouldn't...' But she did. Euna stretched him open, his new elastic form unable to resist as she pushed one leg through him. The sensation was bizarre. It felt like being pulled impossibly thin, yet strangely not painful. As she worked her second leg into him, Marcus experienced something unexpected. The stretching hit some special places he didn't know existed, sending waves of pleasure through his transformed consciousness. With a final tug, Euna pulled him up her thighs. His fabric snapped against her flesh with a loud SLAP. Her pussy lips pressed against him, forming a distinct camel toe. He could feel her anus pressing into him from behind, her intimate s
