Taken by Mistake - Footwear TF
Tags: Inanimate, Latex, Clothing TF, Unaware, Feet, Melting, Macro, Object TF, Growth, Sweat, Caption, Objectification, Latex TF, Elastic, Squishy, Goo 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 version is there as well!Taken by Mistake - Footwear TFLast Part:Elasticia's pink form stretched across rooftops, pursuing a fleeing figure in…
Elasticia's pink form stretched across rooftops, pursuing a fleeing figure in a dark coat. The villain moved with unnatural speed, occasionally flinging his arms backward to hurl objects with amplified force. "Stop running, ANTIGRAF!" she called, her malleable body flowing around a thrown mailbox. The German villain cackled, his accent thick. "You cannot catch ze master of gravity, Elastikfrau!" He flung a parked car toward her with a casual gesture. The vehicle caught Elasticia directly in the face, splattering her pink form across a brick wall. Instead of pain, waves of forbidden pleasure coursed through her rubber-like body. "Unnngh," she moaned involuntarily as her features slowly pulled back into shape. The chase led them further from downtown, a fact that relieved Elasticia. ANTIGRAF's powers could cause serious collateral damage in populated areas. Her stretchy legs elongated with each stride, closing the distance between them. Without warning, another projectile, a fire hydrant, struck her directly in the neck. Her head separated completely, bouncing away like a rubber ball while her headless body stumbled in confusion. "Come back here!" she called to her own detached head as it rolled down the street. Pink tendrils stretched from her neck, finally capturing her head and reattaching it with a wet SQUELCH. By the time she regained her pace, they'd reached the outskirts of Apex City. Open fields spread around them as ANTIGraf finally stopped and turned to face her. "Ah, Elastikfrau, I have heard so much about you and your stretchy abilities." He grinned wickedly. "Like a rubber glove, ja? So flexible, so malleable." His eyes narrowed as Elasticia approached cautiously. "You know, I am evil, but not a cold killer," he continued, raising his hands. "I am more interested in how your body will react to compression!" Elasticia's eyes widened with sudden understanding. She turned to flee, to find backup, but it was too late. An invisible force seized her entire form, compressing her downward with overwhelming pressure. "Unnngh!" she cried out as her body flattened against the earth. Her pink form spread outward like pancake batter, every molecule compressed into an increasingly thin sheet. The soil beneath her compressed as well, creating a perfect impression. "Look at you now, Flachfrau!" ANTIGRAF laughed. "Let me compress you so much you'll have to work for days to return to normal!" The pressure intensified. Elasticia's consciousness spread across her flattened form, every nerve ending still functioning despite her predicament. To her shame, the compression sent waves of pleasure through her dispersed awareness. Being flattened so completely multiplied her sensations exponentially. Then came a new sensation being split in two. ANTIGRAF's powers divided her compressed form, reshaping each half into distinct shapes. "Flip-flops! Hahaha" he declared triumphantly, admiring his handiwork. "Perfect for such ze flexible hero!" Two pink, slightly wiggling flip-flops lay in the shallow ground impression. Elasticia's consciousness remained intact but divided between the two footwear items. ANTIGRAF picked her up easily. "Now I will finish you for good!" Before he could act, his phone buzzed. He checked the message, forgetting her at all. "Father, where are you?" he read aloud. "You told me you would cook today, so I didn't take any takeout after my college classes. Signed, Greta." He sighed dramatically, texting back quickly. "You are a lucky one, Gummiband," he told Elasticia. "I will finish this tomorrow, but for now, you will be my prisoner." He flew through the air, Elasticia's flip-flop form clutched in one hand, until they reached an ordinary-looking suburban house. Landing in the garage filled with strange mechanical devices, he removed his villain costume and changed into regular clothes before heading inside. "I'll deal with you later," he muttered, dropping Elasticia among other shoes. 'Great,' she thought bitterly. 'Now I'm being treated like actual footwear.' Her form wiggled slightly in frustration. Through the door, she could hear arguing. A young woman's voice, presumably Greta's, sounded angry. Greta was a classic goth, with short black hair and purple glowing eyes, just like her father's eyes. She had black lipstick, a spiked choker, and skull accessories adorning her outfit. She stormed past the garage door, furious about something her father had said about her clothing choices. After a tense dinner eaten in silence, the villain retreated to his garage while Elasticia remained trapped in her compressed state, eventually drifting into a discomfiting sleep. Elasticia's consciousness floated in darkness until the sudden sensation of being lifted jolted her awake. Not ANTIGraf's hands, but smaller, softer. It was Greta, not ANTIGRAF. "Eww, pink," the goth girl muttered, turning the flip-flops over in her hands. "But mine are totally wrecked." Elasticia felt herself being examined from every angle. He
