Swim Rival - Swimsuit TF
Tags: Inanimate, Clothing TF, Swimsuit, Unaware, Permanent, Object TF, Caption, Bikini
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord ServerSwim Rival - Swimsuit TF'I fucking hate Yuki Takahashi!' Those piercing green eyes that are knowing smirk, the way she glides through the water as she owns it. Three years of watching her snatch every first pl…
'I fucking hate Yuki Takahashi!' Those piercing green eyes that are knowing smirk, the way she glides through the water as she owns it. Three years of watching her snatch every first place from my grasp. Three years of her false modesty and polite little bows while stepping onto the highest podium. "Great race Sarah. You almost had me there." Her words after each competition burn like acid. Almost. Always almost. By milliseconds sometimes, but she still wins. It started freshman year when she transferred from Japan. I was the rising star of my University's swim team until she showed up. Coach Adam practically drooled when she did her trial laps. Her technique was flawless, and each movement was precise and powerful. The worst part? She barely seems to practice during regular hours. While I grind through endless morning workouts, she strolls in for the bare minimum team sessions. Yet somehow, she maintains that perfectly toned physique, those sculpted shoulders and lean legs that slice through the water with infuriating grace. Tonight that changes. I've watched her sneak into the pool after hours twice now. Both times she caught me somehow. The first time, she just smiled and waved. The second time, she confronted me directly. "It's not nice to spy, Sarah. Some things should stay private." The threat in her voice was clear despite her sweet tone. Well fuck that. I empty my savings account and make some sketchy deals online. The vial of experimental nanomachines sits heavy in my palm. Two thousand dollars to become her swimsuit for 24 hours. To finally learn her secrets. My hands shake with rage and anticipation. The chemical smell burns my nose. This is insane, but I don't care anymore. Three years of second place, that patronizing smile, and wondering how she does it. I strip naked, hide my clothes, and uncap the vial, hands trembling with anticipation and rage. The chemical stench makes my eyes water. Before doubt can creep in, I throw back the cloudy liquid. It burns going down, metallic and sharp. For ten agonizing seconds, nothing. Then - 'HOLY FUCK!' Heat bursts in my stomach and spreads like wildfire. My legs give out, and I crash onto the wooden bench. Every cell feels like it's being ripped apart and reassembled. "Nnnghhhh!" The sound barely escapes before my lips start tingling violently. I watch in horror and fascination as my mouth slowly seals shut, its edges melting together like hot wax. My tongue flattens and dissolves into the roof of my mouth, and even my teeth seem to liquefy. The transformation crawls across my skin in waves. First comes the tingling, then burning, then that impossible sensation of flesh converting to fabric. Royal blue synthetic material spreads from my core outward. My breasts tingle intensely before compressing into molded cups. 'Fuuuuck!' I try to scream, but it comes out with a muffled vibration. My pussy throbs and pulses, getting more sensitive by the second. I feel it gradually smoothing over, the lips sealing shut, clit flattening until there's just seamless spandex. But the sensitivity remains - maybe even intensifies. My arms and legs begin folding inward with wet, crunching sounds. Bones liquify while muscle and skin stretch into thin fabric. It should hurt but instead sends waves of unwanted pleasure through me. I watch my fingers merge together, spreading into elastic bands. The compression reaches my torso. My ribcage caves inward with a series of soft pops. Internal organs dissolve into nothing but I can still feel everything. My consciousness spreads through the synthetic fibers forming my new body. My spine curves and flattens. Vertebrae melt one by one. I'm being crushed thinner and thinner but it feels incredible. My neck pulls inward last, head dissolving into the neckline of what I've become. One final full-body shudder rocks through me. Every square inch tingles with new sensitivity. I can see through the slight gap between my breast cups. The nanomachines have perfectly arranged my synthetic nerves - I feel the cool air and wooden bench beneath me. I slide bonelessly to the floor. The tiles feel shockingly cold against my new form. I try moving but can only manage small ripples through my fabric. Meanwhile, my senses seem hyperaware. Every slight breeze, every temperature change registers with crystal clarity. Testing my new reality, I focus on the sensations. The chlorine-scented air flowing through me. The way light plays across my synthetic surface. Most intensely, I feel the ghost of where my erogenous zones used to be - nipples, pussy, even my ass. The nanomachines preserved those nerve clusters somehow. Footsteps in the hall snap me back to my purpose. The door swings open, and I see her - Yuki. My rival's fingers lift me from the floor, sending electric tingles through my entire being. "This suit feels different tonight," she said, examining my fabric. "More responsive somehow." I struggle not to react when she begins stripping. But then I s
