TF App - Milf's Panties - Panties TF
Tags: Panties TF, Inanimate, Lingerie, Object TF, 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:TF App - Milf's Panties - Panties TFNick User #62932 browsed the tf app looking for something different.…
Nick User #62932 browsed the tf app looking for something different. He'd done a few transformations, but nothing too wild yet. Most profiles were girls his age or in their early twenties. Then he found her. Olivia User #98232, from Great Britain. The profile pic showed a gorgeous redhead woman with a mature face and a body that defied her age. Huge tits straining against a grey turtleneck and thick thighs visible under a skirt. The bio made his cock instantly hard. That was unexplored territory. Nick's finger hit immediately. A message came back fast. Olivia seemed surprised at his age, using weird British slang he didn't fully understand. But his dick didn't care about linguistics. He wanted to be worn by this MILF desperately. Their chat was quick. Olivia explained she'd been trying to get pregnant again and needed all the help she could get. A copy of his favorite pair of panties for the occasion sounded perfect. She sent the transformation request. Nick accepted without hesitation. BZZZZZT Nick's back is bent at a weird angle, spine curving impossibly. It should have broken his neck, but his bones were already soft as fabric. His skeleton dissolved, muscles turning to pink cotton threads. Arms and legs pulled together, merging into flat material. His torso compressed, flattening down into a simple panty shape. His head melted last, features disappearing as it reformed into a decorative red bow. Nick found himself clutched in Olivia's hands. She was in her bedroom, already half undressed. Her eyes went wide as she held the panties up, stretching the fabric between her fingers. She bit her lip, clearly eager. Nick barely had time to process before she was pulling him on. It happened too fast. No teasing, no slow buildup. Olivia stepped into him and yanked him up her thick thighs like a woman on a mission. The fabric stretched over her curves, settling snugly against her pussy. Then she pulled sheer black pantyhose over him, compressing Nick even tighter against her cunt. The scent hit him immediately. Musky, strong and just unmistakable. His girlfriend had that smell sometimes, he recognized it. Olivia was ovulating. Her pussy was dripping wet, juices already seeping into his fabric. The intensity was insane, so much stronger than anything he'd experienced. Nick's consciousness scattered across the cotton, absorbing her arousal like a sponge. Olivia finished getting dressed and went downstairs. Nick could hear her moving around the kitchen, finishing cooking. Then a door opened. "Darling, I'm home!" A man's voice. British accent, deep. Her husband. "Welcome back love," Olivia called sweetly. "Dinner's almost ready." They ate together, having casual conversation about work and errands. Nick just existed against Olivia's pussy, soaking in her wetness. After dinner, footsteps headed upstairs. The bedroom door closed. Olivia's husband started undressing. Nick heard the rustle of clothes, a belt unbuckling. Then Olivia moved behind him, pressing her crotch against his ass. Nick felt everything through the thin fabric. The pressure, the heat, the way her pussy rubbed against the man through the panties and pantyhose. Nick got nervous. He knew what was coming. Olivia knew her cycle, this was planned. He watched with growing fear as the rubbing slowed. Olivia lifted her skirt, revealing the pink panties underneath the sheer pantyhose. Her husband's eyes lit up. "Wait, you got another pair? I thought that brand went bankrupt." Olivia put a finger to his lips. "No no, I found a pair using very modern solutions." She smiled wickedly. Her husband grinned and pulled her close. They kissed deeply, hands roaming. He helped her pull off her white pullover and bra. Her huge tits bounced free, nipples already hard. He knelt and slowly rolled the pantyhose down her legs, revealing Nick pressed against her dripping pussy. Her husband's hand went between her legs, rubbing her through the panties. Olivia moaned loudly. "Unnnngh yes, right there." His fingers worked her clit through the fabric. Nick felt every stroke, the pressure building as she got wetter. Her juices soaked through him completely, the musky ovulation scent overwhelming. They moved to the bed. Olivia's husband positioned himself between her thick thighs. He pulled the panties aside, exposing her bare pussy. Pink lips glistening, clit swollen. His cock was hard and thick, veins visible along the shaft. He pushed inside her with a groan. The fucking started immediately. Hard, rhythmic thrusts. Olivia's pussy clenched around his cock, her moans filling the room. Nick was pulled partially inside with each thrust, the fabric stretching and compressing. He felt the friction of the cock rubbing against him, felt Olivia's walls gripping tight. The sensation was overwhelming, endless movement and wetness. "Ahhhhhhh fuck, you feel amazing tonight," her husband grunted, pounding harder. Olivia wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. "Don't stop, I'm so close!"
