TF App - Horny B*tch - Panties TF
Tags: Panties TF, Inanimate, Lingerie, Permanent, Object TF, Magic, Caption, Panties
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:Horny B*tch - Panties TFJake registered on the app, which looked like a dating app called 'tf app'. User…
Jake registered on the app, which looked like a dating app called 'tf app'. User #76212, 'Jake,' that was him. And there she was, User #52362, 'Becky <3' her profile pic showing a curvy brunette in a gym. Their conversation had escalated quickly from casual flirting to something far more intriguing. 'BECKY REQUESTS A TRANSFORMATION [ACCEPT OR DENY]' appeared on his screen. The app was experimental, allegedly the app could turn a person into an object. Who believes in such jokes? Maybe it's a thing for a voice call. Jake hadn't read the EULA closely. Who does? He just wanted to get laid, but this kinky twist intrigued him. 'ACCEPT,' he'd typed, heart pounding against his ribs. 'NO REVERSAL DATE SET' flashed back instantly, and he accepted the transformation too fast. Too late, he realized the transformation timer hadn't appeared. That was supposed to be a standard safety feature. But his dick was doing the thinking now, and his finger had already confirmed. BZZZZZT A tingling sensation crawled across Jake's skin, starting at his fingertips where they touched the screen. "The fuck?" he gasped as the tingling intensified to burning. His bones softened like melting wax, muscles liquefying beneath his skin. "Aaaaaahhh!" Jake's scream faded as his mouth stretched, flattened and merged with the rest of his dissolving face. His consciousness remained intact, horrifyingly aware as his entire body compressed, thinned, and transformed into something soft and stretchy. The world spun sickeningly, then stabilized. Jake found himself staring up at a ceiling he didn't recognize. He tried to move but couldn't at least not properly. He could only... flex? Contract? His entire existence had been reduced to a small, elastic form. He was just fabric now. Soft, silky fabric shaped into oh god women's panties. White, delicate, with a little blue bow on the front. "Well, well... my new panties arrived!" A woman's voice. Becky's voice thundered above him. Giant fingers pinched his sides and lifted him up. Jake wanted to scream, but had no mouth. He could only tremble slightly, causing a ripple through his cotton-blend being. Becky's face loomed over him, enormous and beautiful. Dark hair hid the flushed cheeks and her tongue darting out to wet full lips. "You look so cute and ready to serve. I bet you didn't read the fine print, did you? 'Permanency of bugs is a point in the EULA.' Oopsie!" Jake would have swallowed nervously if he still had a throat. Instead, he just existed, helpless, as Becky's fingers stretched him and tested his elasticity. "Mmmmm~, good quality. Let's try you on, shall we?" She lifted one foot, then another, pulling Jake up her smooth legs. The sensation was indescribable, like touching someone with your entire being. Every inch of his transformed existence registered the warmth of her skin, the subtle moisture, even the goosebumps that raised as she shivered with anticipation. "I just love having a guy as my panties," Becky purred, adjusting him at her crotch. "It's so refreshing knowing someone can go so low as being my underwear." Jake felt himself stretching to accommodate her curves, his consciousness centered where the fabric pressed against her most intimate parts. He could feel her heat, her moisture beginning to seep into his fibers. Becky sat in her desk chair, immediately grinding against him. "Unnnngh~, you feel so good," she moaned, rocking her hips. "Better than regular panties. Maybe it's knowing you're trapped there, feeling everything." She was right, Jake felt everything. The warm, slick folds of her pussy pressed against him, her arousal dampening his fabric. It was humiliating yet intensely arousing in a way he'd never experienced as a human. His consciousness seemed to spread throughout the fabric, every thread hypersensitive. "You're holding up good," Becky mumbled, fingers trailing down to rub herself through him. "Let's hope you don't snap." Her fingers moved faster, pressing him against her swollen clit. Jake felt himself stretching, soaking with her juices. The sensation was overwhelming pleasure without release, stimulation without climax. He was just an object now, existing solely for her pleasure. "Ahhhhhhh~" Becky cried out, her body tensing. Jake felt a rush of wetness flood through him as she climaxed, her thighs clenching around him. After catching her breath, she peeled him off, examining the damp fabric. "Look at you, soaked with me." She brought him to her face, inhaling deeply. "Mmmm, you smell like me now." Then she licked him, her tongue sliding across his surface. "Taste like me too," she giggled. Jake squirmed internally, the sensation unlike anything he'd experienced, intimate, violating, and somehow erotic all at once. Becky pulled him back on, immediately resuming her self-pleasure. "Round two," she whispered, fingers working frantically against him. This continued for what felt like hours until, finally, exhausted, she collapsed on her bed. Jake, drenched with swe
