TF App - A Special Relationship - Leotard TF
Tags: Inanimate, Clothing TF, Athletic, Object TF, Sweat, Caption
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!Last Part:TF App - A Special Relationship - Leotard TFMihail User #23423 registered on the tf app for only one reas…
Mihail User #23423 registered on the tf app for only one reason. To be with Nastya. His girlfriend lived thousands of miles away in Saint Petersburg, training as a professional gymnast while he finished university in Germany. They'd met during a student exchange program years ago and bonded over their shared love of gymnastics. He'd tried to talk to her in broken Russian learned from his parents, she'd giggled at his terrible accent. They'd fallen for each other hard. But after the program ended, they were separated. Texts and video calls weren't enough anymore. The distance felt wrong. When Nastya told him about the tf app, Mihail thought she was joking. But she was serious. She wanted him close during training, even if it meant transforming him into her leotard. He'd scrolled through her profile and after a brief exchange the transformation request appeared. 'NASTYA REQUESTS TRANSFORMATION FOR 3 HOURS. ACCEPT OR DENY?' Mihail's finger hovered for only a second before pressing ACCEPT. BZZZZZT The change hit instantly. Mihail's bones dissolved, skeleton turning to flexible fabric. His muscles stretched thin, spreading out flat. "Blyat!" he gasped in Russian as his organs compressed into nothing. His skin merged and reshaped, becoming smooth, stretchy material. The sensation was overwhelming, his entire body flattening and reforming into clothing. Purple and white leotard with thin shoulder straps, high cut legs, built for gymnastics. Mihail found himself clutched in Nastya's hands. Her green eyes were lit up with excitement, blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. "Mihail? Can you hear me?" she asked softly in Russian, shaking the leotard slightly, but there was no response. "Right, you cannot move," Nastya said, blushing. "Stupid question." She held him up to her face. "Look, I bought a new jacket!" She gestured to a multi-sex black jacket hanging nearby. Nastya was never the girly type, always preferred hoodies and pullovers over dresses. Tomboy through and through, that's one of his favorite things about her. Nastya glanced at her phone. "Psss babe, I have to get ready. Training in ten minutes." She started stripping. Off came the new jacket, revealing a white t-shirt with cartoon cats on it. She pulled the shirt over her head, her flat stomach and sports bra exposed. Socks and shoes came off next, then her shorts. She stopped, looking down at the leotard in her hands. Her face turned bright red. 'Why was she embarrassed? He'd seen her naked plenty of times during video calls. They'd even had sex before she moved back to Russia. So why was she acting shy now?' Nastya took a deep breath. Her hands went to her sports bra, unclipping it slowly. Her breasts bounced free, small and perky with pink nipples already hard. She was blushing furiously, avoiding looking at the leotard. Then her hands hooked into her panties, sliding them down her toned legs. Her pussy was already slightly wet, lips glistening. 'Don't tell me she's getting off on this already,' Mihail thought, his consciousness scattered through the fabric. Nastya picked him up with shaking hands, bringing him to her face. She sniffed the leotard deeply. "You smell just like I remember," she whispered in Russian. She stepped into him, one foot then the other. Mihail felt her smooth legs gliding through the openings, her skin warm against his fabric being. She pulled him up her thighs, the material stretching to fit her curves. The fabric settled against her pussy, and Mihail felt moisture immediately. She was definitely wet, the musky scent flooding his senses. A slight aftertaste, familiar and intoxicating. The leotard stretched over her hips and torso, straps settling on her shoulders. Nastya adjusted him, smoothing out wrinkles, making sure everything fit perfectly. She pulled on her special white training socks with grips, then headed to the gym floor. Stretches came first. Nastya sat on the mat, legs spread wide in a straddle. Mihail felt himself stretching with her, the fabric pulling tight across her inner thighs and pussy. The pressure increased as she leaned forward, folding her body until her chest pressed against the floor. Her pussy lips spread against the gusset, moisture seeping through. "Unnnngh," Nastya let out a small moan, barely audible. A few other gymnasts glanced over curiously. Her face flushed even redder. She moved into a split, one leg forward and one back. Mihail stretched with her, the fabric clinging to every curve. Her wetness increased, soaking into the material between her legs. Next came pike stretches. Nastya stood and bent forward, touching her toes easily. The leotard rode up slightly, creating pressure against her clit. She held the position, breathing heavily. Mihail could feel her pulse through the fabric, her arousal building steadily. Backbend next, Nastya arched backwards, hands reaching for the floor behind her. Her breasts pushed against the thin purple fabric, nipples clearly visible through the material. T
