TF App - Nothing to Hide - Fishnet Bodysuit TF
Tags: Inanimate, Pantyhose TF, Clothing TF, Anime, Unaware, Object TF, Caption, Objectification, Bodysuit TF
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 - Nothing to Hide - Fishnet Bodysuit TFMike User #91203 scrolled through the tf app looking for so…
Mike User #91203 scrolled through the tf app looking for something different. Most profiles were people wanting romance or kinky roleplay. Which he did like for a long time, but it became stale pretty fastst.. That's when he found Julia. User #92847, profile name 'Julia'. The picture showed a blonde woman with a smirk, wearing revealing clothes and giving the camera a look that said she didn't give a fuck. Her bio was blunt. Working girl who used transformed people as clothes to save money. Mike messaged her. Their chat was short and cold. Julia made it clear he'd be a fishnet bodysuit during her work. Six hours minimum, maybe more if business was good. Clients would touch, grab, fuck her while she wore him. He'd feel everything. Mike hesitated. This was intense. But fuck it, what did he have to lose? At worst, he'd be a fishnet drenched in cum and sweat. At best, an unforgettable experience. He typed back, "Let's do it." Julia's response was immediate, approving his smart decision and sending a tf request. The transformation request appeared. 'JULIA REQUESTS TRANSFORMATION FOR 6 HOURS [ACCEPT] OR [DENY]' Mike's finger hit ACCEPT. BZZZZZT The transformation was violent. Mike's bones dissolved instantly, his body stretching and thinning into these strands. "Holy fuck!" he gasped as his muscles turned to threads, organs waving into themselves, turning into threads completely. His skin split into thousands of tiny strands, consciousness spreading across every fiber. The sensation was insane, being torn apart and rewoven simultaneously. His body compressed and stretched, forming into a netted pattern of a fishnet. Black fishnet bodysuit with diamond patterns and gaping holes everywhere. Mike found himself clutched in Julia's hand. She was standing on a street corner under a flickering streetlight, talking to a guy leaning against a beat-up sedan. "So, when are you getting the fishnet?" the guy asked, eyeing Julia's current outfit. A tight leather skirt and crop top. Julia waved the fishnet at him. "Right here. His name is Mike. You wanna fuck me while I wear him or are you too much of a pussy?" The guy's eyes widened. "Wait, that's a person?" Julia laughed. "Was a person. Now he's just clothes. So you in or not?" The guy mumbled. "No, I mean... the freak is clothes anyway." Julia grinned and climbed into his car. The guy drove off while Julia sat in the passenger seat, holding Mike in her hands. He could feel everything. Her breath hot against the fabric, the smell of the car filling his being. Stale cigarettes, unwashed seats and cheap air freshener. The scent penetrated his threads, soaking into every fiber. Julia played with him, fingers running through the holes in the fishnet pattern. She smirked, clearly knowing he could feel it. Her fingers traced the diamond shapes, stretching the fabric slightly. The sensation was bizarre, like being touched everywhere at once. This went on for ten minutes until they arrived at a rundown apartment building. Julia stuffed Mike into her purse. Darkness surrounded him, mixed with the smell of her cheap perfume and old receipts. He heard footsteps, a door opening, then light again as she pulled him out. The apartment was small and dirty. Stained carpet, peeling wallpaper, a bed that had seen better days. The guy started undressing immediately. "Put the fishnet on. Even if it's a guy I don't care, he's just clothing now." Julia laughed and started stripping too. Off came her crop top, revealing large tits with two distinct nipple piercings. Silver bars through each nipple, glinting in the dim light. Her skirt dropped next, no panties underneath. Her pussy was bare, already wet and ready for her client. She picked up Mike and started pulling him on. The sensation was overwhelming. Her skin was sweaty, covered in layers of cheap perfume that smelled like artificial flowers mixed with body odor. The scent spread through Mike's fishnet body like wildfire, absorbed faster than a sponge soaking up water. Julia pulled him up her legs first, the fabric stretching over her thighs and ass. Then over her torso, the holes in the fishnet exposing her skin completely. When she reached her breasts, Julia snapped the fabric into place around them. The fishnet created a diamond pattern across her tits, nipple piercings visible through the holes. "I'm ready. What about you big boy?" she asked, watching the guy stroke his cock. She stood up. The fishnet didn't hide anything. Julia looked like an animal trapped in a net, every curve of her body visible and exposed, just protected by the thinnest amount of fabric, which just asks to be torn open. The guy's hands immediately went to her tits, squeezing them roughly. His fingers dug into her flesh through the holes in the fishnet. Mike felt every touch, the pressure of the guy's hands transmitted through his fabric being. "You worried about the guy?" Julia asked, voice teasing. "Or that you could be called gay if you jerk off into him?" The guy g
