TF App - Long Workout - Leggings TF
Tags: Inanimate, Clothing TF, Unaware, Object TF, 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 - Long Workout - Leggings TFThe User had heard about transformations being real. The tf app wasn't…
The User had heard about transformations being real. The tf app wasn't some elaborate hoax like he'd hoped. Real people got turned into real objects. He'd spent hours reading horror stories on forums, people trapped as dildos or socks or worse. His hands shook as he scrolled through profiles anyway, telling himself he was just curious. Then he saw Maya. User #84729, profile name 'Maya'. The picture showed a gorgeous athletic woman with dark hair and bright blue eyes, wearing a loose white shirt with a black bra visible underneath. Her smile was playful, almost predatory. User's finger hovered over the match button. This was insane. He should delete the app right now. But something about Maya made him press it anyway. Instant match. The chat opened and Maya's messages came rapid fire. She wanted him as leggings for her workout. Five hours. User typed back nervously, admitting he'd never done this before. Maya called him cute, promised a surprise if he lasted without tearing. His cock was hard despite his fear. What the fuck was wrong with him? Before he could overthink it more, the transformation request appeared. 'MAYA REQUESTS TRANSFORMATION FOR 5 HOURS [ACCEPT] or [DENY]' User's heart hammered against his ribs. Every logical brain cell screamed to hit deny. But his shaking finger pressed ACCEPT. BZZZZZT The phone vibrated violently. Then User's whole body vibrated with it. "Oh god, oh fuck!" Heat exploded across his skin. His bones turned to liquid, skeleton melting like wax inside his flesh. Muscles dissolved into nothing, organs compressing flat as paper. User tried to scream but his throat collapsed, mouth stretching and flattening into smooth fabric. His consciousness stayed trapped inside, aware of every horrifying second as his body transformed. Everything compressed smaller and tighter. Arms and legs stretched out thin, merging together. His torso flattened and expanded, becoming stretchy material. The world warped as he shrank, perspective shifting until he was just black fabric spread across his apartment floor. User tried to move. Nothing worked. He could only flex slightly, stretch a bit. That was it. He was leggings. Skin tight black workout leggings with reinforced seams. Then reality itself shifted. User found himself in a locker room, draped over a bench. Maya stood above him, completely naked. Perky tits with hard nipples, toned abs, thick muscular thighs, and a completely bare pussy already glistening wet. She picked him up with both hands, examining him. "Parfait," she purred. "Such nice fabric. Let's see if you survive." Her foot slid into his leg opening. The sensation was insane, feeling her smooth skin glide against what used to be his body. Every inch of contact registered through the fabric, her warmth seeping into his fibers. Her other leg pushed through, calves and thighs stretching him as she pulled him up. User felt himself molding to her curves, clinging to every contour of her legs. Maya yanked him up over her ass and hips. The fabric stretched tight, User's consciousness spread across her entire lower body. He could feel her ass cheeks, the curve of her hips, the heat radiating from between her thighs. She adjusted him, smoothing out wrinkles, pulling him tighter. "Mmmmm so snug," Maya moaned. "You feel amazing already." She pulled on a black sports bra, grabbed her bag, and headed to the gym floor. Each step sent vibrations through User's fabric being. Her thighs rubbed together as she walked, grinding him between her legs. The friction was constant, overwhelming. He could smell her already, musky and feminine. The squat rack was first. Maya loaded heavy plates onto the bar, then positioned herself underneath. She gripped the bar and lifted, squatting down low. User felt her thighs flex and bulge, the muscle pressing against him from the inside. Her ass stretched him tight as she went down, then compressed him as she stood back up. "Un, deux, trois," Maya counted in French, squatting repeatedly. Sweat formed on her skin within minutes, soaking into User's fibers. The moisture was hot and salty, saturating him. Her pussy was dripping too, juices leaking through her lips and into the fabric covering her crotch. User was drowning in her fluids, the scent overwhelming. After twenty reps, Maya moved to lunges. She stepped forward, sinking low, her thighs spreading wide. User stretched across her crotch, molding to the shape of her pussy lips. The outline was clearly visible through the tight black fabric. An older guy working nearby kept staring, adjusting his shorts. Maya noticed and smiled. She did an exaggerated lunge directly facing him, thighs spread obscenely wide. The guy walked over, ostensibly to ask about her form. "That's really impressive flexibility," he said, eyes locked on her crotch where the leggings showed every curve of her cunt. "Merci," Maya giggled. "I am very flexible." She stretched further, and the guy's hand reached out, supposedly to check her knee ali
