TF App - Mannequin Replacement - Mannequin TF
Tags: Inanimate, Anime, Statue TF, Object TF, Caption, Doll TF, 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!Last Part:TF App - Mannequin Replacement - Mannequin TF PartUser #13212 Nisa had scrolled through countless cosplay…
User #13212 Nisa had scrolled through countless cosplay shops online. The Phantom Spy costume from her favorite anime was impossible to find anywhere in Japan. Sold out within minutes of every restock. She'd been obsessed with that character since she was fifteen, dreamed of cosplaying her at conventions, but was always too shy to actually go. Then she found a small shop in Romania that had the last one. Elena's Geek Corner in Bucharest. She messaged immediately, begging to buy it. Elena's response crushed her. "Not for sale. Display only." But then Elena User #09411 noticed something. Nisa was on the TF App. A new idea formed. 'ELENA REQUESTS TRANSFORMATION FOR 1 WEEK. [ACCEPT] OR [DENY]' Nisa stared at her phone. A whole week as a mannequin. Standing still in a shop window in Romania while strangers stared at her. Wearing the costume she'd always wanted. Her finger hovered over deny. Then she thought about the Phantom Spy suit. How badly she wanted to wear it... even just once. She pressed accept. BZZZZZT The transformation started in her feet. Nisa gasped as her toes fused together, skin hardening into smooth white plastic. The change crawled up her ankles, her calves, turning soft flesh into rigid synthetic material. Her legs locked in place, joints solidifying. "Oh god oh god," she whimpered as it reached her thighs. They thickened, widened, becoming curvy and full in a way her real body never was. Her hips flared out dramatically, the plastic molding into an exaggerated hourglass shape. Her waist cinched inward, stomach becoming flat and hard. Then her chest. Nisa watched in shock as her modest breasts swelled outward, expanding into large round orbs of white plastic. A voluptuous body she'd never had. A milf body. Her arms stiffened at her sides, fingers fusing into delicate posed shapes. Her neck elongated slightly, elegant and smooth. Finally her face. Features simplified, becoming beautiful but blank. Eyes sealed shut. Lips frozen in a subtle smile. Nisa's consciousness remained trapped inside, fully aware but completely unable to move. The world shifted. Nisa found herself standing in a storage room surrounded by cardboard boxes. She couldn't see much with her sealed eyes, but somehow she could still perceive her surroundings, the mannequin equivalent of vision. The door opened and Elena walked in. She was pretty, late twenties with dyed purple hair and a band tee shirt. She circled Nisa slowly, examining her new mannequin. "Damn girl, you came out hot," Elena laughed, running her hand along Nisa's plastic curves. The touch sent strange sensations through her frozen form. Not quite feeling, but awareness of pressure. "Those tits are huge. The app really went all out huh?" Nisa would have blushed if she could. This wasn't her body. This curvy busty form had nothing to do with her real self. But she was stuck in it now. Elena disappeared and came back holding a wig. Short white hair in a stylish cut and grey eye lenses. "Let's see how this looks," she said, fitting it onto Nisa's smooth head. The wig settled into place, somehow becoming part of her plastic form. She could feel it like real hair, each strand registering in her consciousness. Then Elena brought out the costume. The Phantom Spy suit. Black leather jacket with a plunging neckline that would expose the white plastic of her chest. Matching black pants that hugged every curve. A belt with a red gemstone buckle. Black gloves. And the signature black mask. "Arms up," Elena commanded, then laughed. "Oh wait, you can't move. Let me help you." Elena stripped the mannequin first, and Nisa realized she'd been formed completely nude. No plastic underwear or modesty. Just smooth white curves everywhere. She would have died of embarrassment if she could react at all. Elena's hands lingered as she dressed her, fingers tracing along her plastic tits as she positioned the bodysuit. "Perfect fit," Elena murmured, zipping it up just enough to leave massive cleavage exposed. The white plastic of her chest contrasted with the black leather, drawing the eye exactly where Nisa didn't want attention. The boysuit was super tight and shiny, hugging her thick thighs and wide hips. Then she put the belt and finally the mask was positioned over her sealed eyes. "Gorgeous," Elena said, stepping back to admire her work. She pulled out her phone and snapped a photo. "Welcome to the display window babe." Elena carried her and Nisa was shocked to feel how light her plastic form was it was just hollow inside. She was placed in the shop window facing the street, positioned with one hand raised to adjust her mask. A spotlight clicked on, illuminating her from above. Through the window glass, Nisa could see people walking by on the busy Bucharest street. And they could see her. A group of tourists stopped immediately. Three young men, pointing at the costume, at her body. One of them said something in English about her tits and they all laughed. Nisa wanted to run, to hid
