Taken Away! - Pantyhose TF
Tags: Inanimate, Pantyhose TF, Clothing TF, Swimsuit, Unaware, Permanent, Object TF, Caption, Objectification
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!Taken Away! - Pantyhose TFEvie crouched behind the bedroom door, watching her friend Mara gather items for her show…
Evie crouched behind the bedroom door, watching her friend Mara gather items for her shower. As a shapeshifter, Evie preferred transforming into inanimate objects rather than animals. Animals required understanding complex biological systems like bone structures, muscle functions and nerve pathways, but objects were just simpler. Plus, even in transformed states, she maintained human stamina limitations. It meant no airplanes or gorillas. Those forms would exhaust her completely in seconds. "I'll head out now! See you tomorrow!" Evie called from the hallway after pretending to leave. "Okay, bye!" Mara shouted back from the bathroom. Once alone, Evie slipped back inside and transformed into a coffee mug on the nightstand. The familiar tightening sensation spread across her skin as her limbs melted inward. Her consciousness compressed into the ceramic form, vision now fixed in one direction. She waited patiently as Mara emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped around her slender frame. The real prank would begin soon. Evie watched as Mara tossed a pair of black pantyhose onto the bed before rummaging through her closet. Perfect. While Mara's back was turned, Evie transformed back to human form, snatched the pantyhose, and hid them in a drawer. Then, concentrating hard, she began her transformation into an identical pair. The change started with her upper body. Small sections of her torso seemed to puff out of existence, dissolving into nothingness. A peculiar tingling crawled down her arms as her fingers merged into formless blobs that hissed away into nothing. Her transformation traveled upward, consuming her arms entirely. Her hair retracted painfully into her skull while her face flattened like a deflating balloon. Evie's perspective shifted dramatically. Now, she stared upward at the ceiling, completely immobile. This was the worst part of becoming an object. She had to try not to move, which is much easier said than done. Her entire body darkened to deep black, taking on a silky texture. She projected herself into the object, a kind of self-hypnosis that reinforced her new identity while maintaining awareness of her true self. Her vision continued adjusting until it settled at what was now the crotch area of the pantyhose. From this vantage point, she could see the small bag where she'd hidden the original pantyhose. Now, all she had to do was wait for Mara to pick her up. She'd transform back at just the right moment and scare her friend silly. The bedroom door creaked open. Footsteps approached. Evie prepared for the big reveal, but instead of Mara, she saw Mara's mother! "This will do," the older woman whispered, picking up Evie's transformed body. Panic surged through whatever passed for Evie's consciousness now. This wasn't part of the plan! The woman wore only a white blouse with no underwear beneath. "My silly girl put the old clothes to wash too late. I guess you'll have to do," she muttered, positioning the pantyhose beneath her. Evie felt the woman's leg entering one leg of the pantyhose, stretching her transformed body to its absolute limit. The woman was considerably curvier than Mara, with substantially more generous proportions. "Ohhh, these are tight," the woman grunted but continued forcing her leg in. Evie concentrated every ounce of her shapeshifting ability to maintain her form without tearing. Then the second leg entered, stretching her even further. She focused harder, the strain becoming nearly unbearable. "These actually make me look a little more lean and sexy," the woman commented with a small smile, admiring herself in the mirror. Then came the final indignity. The woman pulled the waistband up, stretching Evie over her huge butt. Evie's field of vision now directly faced the woman's exposed genitalia. She felt the warm, soft flesh pressing against her nylon form, the woman's labia and clitoris making distinct impressions in her fabric. The woman slipped on her shoes and began rushing to catch her train. For Evie, it became the most challenging endurance test of her shapeshifting career, which was weird for her to say, but it was totally true. Even as nylon, which should have torn long ago, she had to use every bit of her power to contain the woman's curves as she hurried toward the train station. The stretching sensation became Evie's new normal as Mara's mother raced toward the train station. Each step sent vibrations through her transformed body. The woman's ankles flexed with each movement, her buttocks jiggled rhythmically, and sweat began penetrating Evie's thin nylon form. If this had been Mara wearing her, nothing like this would have happened. The plan had been simple: get worn by her friend, then transform back and give her a fright. Now, look where this littel joke idea had gotten her. The woman ran as fast as her high heels allowed, the sharp clicks against the pavement sending shockwaves through Evie's fabric. The foot section of her form endured the worst, becoming
