Silent Guardian - Lingerie TF
Tags: Panties TF, Inanimate, Lingerie, Clothing TF, Mind control, Unaware, Mental TF, Permanent, Object TF, Caption, Panties, Bra
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 version is there as well!Silent Guardian - Lingerie TFLast Part:Agent Hydra stretched on the MIMIC headquarters couch, her voluptuous curves s…
Agent Hydra stretched on the MIMIC headquarters couch, her voluptuous curves straining against her casual clothes. While other agents from Team Alpha still underwent psychological evaluation after their extended transformations, Ivy had bounced back immediately. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders as she filed her nails, waiting for her new assignment. "Bored, bored, boreeeeed," she sang, examining her perfect manicure. "When will someone give me something fun to do?" Commander Chen appeared, looking thoroughly exasperated. "Agent Hydra. I see you've recovered from your... friends extended vendeta mission." "Mmm, recovered and ready for action, darling," she purred, stretching deliberately to make her ample chest more prominent. "Being a butt plug for a few months was quite educational." Chen winced. "Yes, well. Perhaps something less... invasive this time. We have a protection detail." "Protection? That sounds dreadfully boring." "The daughter of Takahashi Industries' CEO has received threats. Traditional bodyguards would be too conspicuous for her charity work. We need someone discreet." Hydra examined the file, lips curving into a predatory smile as she saw the photo of a beautiful Japanese woman with long black hair and striking red eyes. "Mmm, and what form will I be taking? Let me guess... a boring old pen? Maybe a handbag?" "Standard protocol suggests a lipstick or hairbrush... " "Lingerie," Hydra interrupted, eyes gleaming. "I'll be her underwear." Chen sputtered. "That's completely inappropriate and..." "Perfect for constant protection," Hydra countered sweetly. "I'll be with her at all times, able to monitor everything. And if there's danger..." she snapped her fingers, "I transform back instantly." Chen massaged his temples. "This isn't a game, Hydra." "I know," she replied, suddenly serious. "But trust me, lingerie is perfect. Nobody suspects underwear. And I've got experience." Two days later, Hydra lounged in a luxurious Tokyo hotel room, enjoying room service before her mission began. The sushi was divine and the sake even better. Tomorrow, she'd begin her protection detail of Haruka Takahashi. "Too easy missions and beautiful women," she toasted herself, downing another cup of sake. The next morning, Hydra slipped into Haruka's empty apartment using MIMIC access codes. The place screamed money. The minimalist furniture, original artwork and panoramic views of Tokyo. She heard the shower running and grinned. Perfect timing. Hydra slipped into the bedroom, spotting a set of expensive black lingerie laid out on the bed. She quickly hid the original pieces in a drawer, then activated her transformation suit. "Showtime," she whispered, feeling the familiar rush of molecules rearranging. Her bones liquefied first, flesh reforming into delicate black lace and silk. Her consciousness stretched and thinned, spreading through the bra cups and panty fabric. The transformation was exquisite, better than sex. By the time her awareness settled, she existed as a perfect replica of the original lingerie, her TF drive nestled discreetly in the bra's underwire. Lying motionless on the bed, Hydra waited. The bathroom door opened, releasing a cloud of steam. Haruka emerged wrapped in a fluffy towel, droplets of water glistening on her pale skin. She was even more beautiful in person. She was tall and graceful with modest but perfectly shaped breasts, delicate collarbones, and legs that seemed to go on forever. 'Oh honey, we're going to have such fun together,' Hydra thought, anticipation building as Haruka dropped her towel. The woman's fingers grazed Hydra's fabric, sending shockwaves of sensation through her transformed consciousness. Being handled, being worn... god, she'd missed this. Haruka slipped the panties up her legs. The warmth of her skin pressed against Hydra's silken form, intimate and delicious. 'Fuuuck, that feels good,' Hydra thought as Haruka fastened the bra, adjusting her breasts in the cups. Unable to resist, Hydra gently constricted around Haruka's right nipple. The woman gasped, looking down in confusion. "What the...?" Haruka murmured, fingers brushing over her breast. Hydra relaxed her hold, silently laughing at the woman's bewilderment. This was going to be so much more entertaining than being a lipstick. Throughout the morning, Hydra enjoyed the sensations of being worn. Haruka's expensive perfume clung to her skin, mingling with her natural scent in a way that made Hydra's nonexistent mouth water. Every movement, every breath, transmitted through her fabric. At the charity office, Hydra continued her subtle torment. When Haruka leaned over to sign documents, Hydra tightened around her nipples, causing her to jerk upright with a small gasp. Her colleagues looked at her strangely. "Are you alright, Takahashi-san?" "Yes, just... static shock," Haruka mumbled, cheeks flushing. By lunchtime, Haruka was thoroughly confused. Her underwear seemed to have a mind of its own, occasional
