Stolen at the Club! - Bodysuit TF
Tags: Inanimate, Latex, Clothing TF, Swimsuit, Unaware, Object TF, Caption, Latex TF, Bikini, Squishy, Bodysuit TF
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Matilda traced patterns in spilled wine on her coffee table, watching purple droplets mirror her hair color. The empty apartment pressed in around her, and the silence was broken only by distant traffic. After twenty years of chaos, the three kids, endless activities, and constant noise - the quiet felt wrong. Her generous curves shifted against silk pajamas as she curled deeper into the couch. Maurice worked another late shift. The kids scattered in camps, friend's houses, or just going out. Just her and memories. Her phone buzzed. Samantha. They'd been inseparable in college. It was crazy back then. They had a lot of wild nights, shared secrets, covering for each other's 'special' moments before suppressants became standard. Now reduced to occasional likes and birthday wishes. "BITCH! I heard through your sis that you finally ditched those awful pills! We HAVE to celebrate! Club Neon still going strong. Remember that time you melted into the punch bowl and your tits were floating around for hours? Come shake that Squishy ass like old times!" Matilda snorted wine through her nose, quickly grabbing tissues. Club Neon. God, how many nights had they spent there? Before marriage, before kids, before hiding who she really was... "Too old for clubbing Sam. Those days are gone." "Bullshit. You're 43 not dead. Besides, the place got updated. Lots of specials now did you hear about the half-animals= No more hiding. Please? ONE drink?" After an hour of back-and-forth texts, each bringing back another memory, Matilda found herself staring into her closet depths. Most 'fun' clothes gathered dust, replaced by sensible mom wear. But there behind winter coats was her 40th birthday dress. The little black number that had made Maurice's jaw drop. She shimmied into it, surprised at how well it still fit. Motherhood had enhanced rather than diminished her curves. Full breasts strained the top slightly, ass curving provocatively. Her purple hair fell in waves down her back, and matching eyes lined dramatically. Red lipstick completed the look."Looking good, Mattie," she whispered. The woman in the mirror seemed caught between worlds. She was not quite the wild girl she'd been, but she was not ready for retirement either. Her hands trembled slightly as she typed: "Fine. ONE drink. But I'm not staying late." "YASS QUEEN! Picking you up in 20!" Samantha's cherry red convertible screamed into the driveway right on time. Her friend hadn't aged a day. She had the same platinum pixie cut, manic energy, and infectious laugh. "Hot DAMN mama! Those curves are criminal!" She wolf-whistled. "Maurice, letting all that go to waste? Criminal!" Club Neon's bass vibrated through Matilda's bones before they even reached the door. Inside, strobing lights painted the crowd in electric colors. She noticed the changes immediately few cat people were dancing with humans and a lot of normies. "Different now, right?" Samantha pressed a neon blue cocktail into her hand. "No more hiding. Drink up!" The first sip exploded across her tongue - fruit and alcohol and something else. Something that made her molecular structure tingle dangerously. By the third drink, the music pulled them onto the dance floor. Matilda's body remembered moves she thought long forgotten. The press of bodies and thumping bass destabilized her further. Her skin took on an iridescent sheen, growing slightly translucent in patches. "Remember senior year?" Samantha shouted over the music. "When that hot professor caught you mid-melt in his office?" "God, don't remind me!" But Matilda was laughing too. The alcohol and nostalgia created a pleasant buzz. She felt young again, limitless. Her dress swayed as she moved, each motion making her increasingly unstable form ripple. "Oops!" Samantha stumbled, splashing her drink across Matilda's hand. The liquid hit her unstable form and her palm compressed like soft clay. "Holy shit, you really ARE squishy again! Look!" Her friend's excited poking accelerated the changes. More of Matilda's form began softening, waves of tingling sensation spreading up her arm. The black dress hung looser as her body became increasingly malleable. Even her breasts felt heavier, moving with liquid grace. "Sam, I need to-" The words died as she felt eyes on her. Predatory eyes. Near the bar, a tall feline woman watched intently. Golden eyes seemed to glow in the strobing lights. The tight leather barely contained curves that rivaled Matilda's own. A long tail swished behind her with hypnotic grace. Katerina's golden eyes glowed with feline hunger, her sleek tail swaying hypnotically. Her clawed hands traced down Matilda's increasingly unstable form. "So very responsive..." Matilda trembled as skilled fingers explored her softening curves through the dress. Each touch sent electric tingles through her destabilized molecular structure. Her purple-tinted flesh glowed faintly. "I need..." But her protests melted into soft gasps. Her body was dangerously fluid now. Th
