Streamers Lube - Lube TF
Tags: Inanimate, Lube TF, Sex Toys TF, Unaware, Permanent, Melting, Object TF, Caption, Inflation, Objectification, Goo TF
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Personal Information Name: Conner | Age: 34 | Gender: Male | TF-ID: TF-CM02TC Treatment Information Transformation: Lube | Date: 09.04.2025 Doctor: Dr. Madalyn Virgin | TF Treatmemt: TF Serum Guardian’s Information Name: #TomboyStreamQueen | Age: ? | Gender: Female Notes Oh my god, men are so retarded. This patient turned himself into lube for a streamer girl! He has a fake shipping address to which he is going to be shipped. Well, let’s see if he comes back after 3 weeks. It’s not professional of me, but I hope he gets put in a bin! Duration: 3 Week | Next Location: Another Country? Streamers Lube I am Connor, and I am 34. I went to the TF clinic wanting to become intimate.My obsession with #TomboyStreamQueen consumed my life. Her perfect short brown hair, orange eyes, and athletic figure filled my screens during lonely nights. Dr. Madaly Virgin greets me with visible disgust. She glances at my paperwork, struggling to maintain professionalism. "You want to become lube? For some streamer?" she mocks, red eyes narrowing. "Are you for real? Those virtual streamers... you fucking incel." Her unprofessional outburst stings, but I remain focused on my goal. She angrily prepares the TF serum, jabbing the needle roughly into my arm. "Mmmphh!" My consciousness blurs immediately. My body liquefies, molecules separating into the slick transparent fluid. I shrink rapidly, losing human form completely before Dr. Virgin can grab a proper container. "Why the fuck would you turn into just lube?" she screams when I splash across her cleavage and hair. She frantically empties a sanitizer bottle, scooping what she can of me inside. The sensation of touching her skin feels incredible despite her anger. Her fingers wipe me from her white coat before removing it completely disgusted. She snaps a furious photo for documentation, stuffing me into a shipping box. Days pass in darkness. Finally, light floods in when the box is opened. There she is! My Queen. She reads the clinic note with confusion. "Do not use all at once and ship back in two weeks? WTF? She examines my container thoughtfully before smiling. "Well, guess I need to put on a special show." She slips into a tight blue competition swimsuit. Heaven erupts when she uncaps me, pouring me over herself. I slide along her curves, into every crevice, coating her completely. For two glorious hours, I experience perfect intimacy with my Queen, creating ripples through my consciousness. "Eww, I need to wash all this off," Panic floods my liquid awareness. She steps into her shower, Bit by bit, parts of my consciousness swirl down the drain, mixing with water and sweat.
