Squishy Club - Latex TF
Tags: Inanimate, Lingerie, Latex, Clothing TF, Flattening, Object TF, Caption, Objectification, Latex TF, Squishy, Bodysuit TF
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!Last Part:Squishy Club - Latex TFThe apartment was silent around Matilda as she wandered from room to room. A full…
The apartment was silent around Matilda as she wandered from room to room. A full year without suppressants after taking them for so long made her skin now held that distinctive violet hue she'd been born with, marking her unmistakably as Squishy to anyone who glanced her way. Maurice was at work. Melina was out with friends. Enzo had basketball practice. The silence pressed against her like physical weight. 'I need to do something,' she thought, trailing fingers along the bookshelf in the study. 'Something just for me.' Her hand brushed against a dusty cardboard box shoved behind photo albums from the kids elementary school years. Curiosity pulled her forward, and she dragged it out, sneezing at the dust cloud that erupted. It was her college memorabilia. Old notebooks, faded photographs of her and Samantha, her best friend, looking impossibly young, ticket stubs from concerts she barely remembered. Then her fingers found something familiar a small laminated card, edges worn soft from age. 'THE SQUISHY CLUB By Squishies, For Squishies Where Your True Nature Is Celebrated' Memories flooded back. Dark basements and experimental sessions. Learning the limits of her malleable form with others who understood. The thrill of transformation without judgment, without fear. 'Does this place even exist anymore?' Her phone search revealed the answer immediately not only did the Squishy Club still exist, it had expanded dramatically. Multiple locations across the city, a sleek website, even a members-only streaming service. The nearest branch was fifteen minutes away by car. She couldn't drive. Squishy condition made that impossible and she could cause an accident. But Uber existed for exactly this purpose. The building surprised her. Where she'd expected dingy stairs leading to a basement entrance, she found a converted warehouse with floor-to-ceiling windows, tasteful purple accent lighting, and a lobby that wouldn't have looked out of place in a luxury spa. A reception desk loomed over the entrance, staffed by a woman whose orange-tinted skin immediately identified her as a fellow Squishy. "Hello, miss! What can I help you with?" The receptionist's smile was warm and professionally welcoming. Matilda approached, feeling suddenly self-conscious about her casual sundress and sandals. "I'm here... well, to do a test run." She produced the ancient membership card, its laminated surface cracked and yellowed. "Here's my card." The receptionist examined it with obvious confusion, turning it over twice. "Okay, miss... this looks very expired. But I can confirm you're Squishy." Her orange eyes traced Matilda's purple complexion approvingly. "We could offer you a new member's card. First month completely free." "That's very generous." Matilda glanced around at the sophisticated interior, so different from her memories. "What happened? I remember this place being much... humbler." "Adult video production, mostly." The receptionist's tone remained casual, as if discussing the weather. "Spreading Squishy content, educational materials and entertainment. It pays the bills a little too well, honestly. We've opened twelve new locations this year alone." 'They make porn now,' Matilda translated internally. 'Somehow I am not that surprised about it...' The thought sent an unexpected flutter through her stomach. "So, Matilda..." The receptionist consulted her tablet, having apparently pulled up registration information. "What did you have in mind for today?" Heat crept up Matilda's purple cheeks. "Well... I wouldn't mind some flattening." She hesitated, then added more quietly, "And maybe some material transformation." The receptionist's smile widened. "Would you like me to make the rest of the experience a mystery? We could offer you a spot in one of our productions you'd be compensated for a full six months of premium membership. It is a tasty deal." She leaned forward conspiratorially. "And don't worry. You'll be unrecognizable on camera." The offer was genuinely tempting. It could be something that would push her limits in ways she hadn't experienced since before she had her cutie pies. She'd packed away this part of herself like old college photographs. "Alright." The word escaped before she could second-guess herself. "I'll take the special deal." The receptionist handed her a sleek new membership card, this one holographic purple with her name already printed on it. They walked together through corridors that seemed to stretch forever, passing numbered doors with small placards: INFLATION SUITE, LIQUIFICATION CHAMBER, MERGER ROOM, POTTERY STUDIO. 'Ther are so many options,' Matilda thought, curiosity and nervousness tangling in her chest. They arrived at a changing room private, clean with lockers and plush towels. Matilda stripped efficiently, folding her sundress and underwear into the provided locker. Her naked purple form reflected in the full-length mirror, curves still impressive despite middle age. She wrapped herself in
