TF App - Soft and Comfy - Mousepad TF
Tags: Inanimate, Object TF, Caption, 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 - Soft and Comfy - Mousepad TFAmelia User #322411 had downloaded the app on a whim. Her coworker w…
Amelia User #322411 had downloaded the app on a whim. Her coworker wouldn't shut up about it, showing her screenshots of weird transformation requests. Toilet paper, shoes even a literal sandwich. She thought it was fake until she matched with a shy German guy User #322403 looking for a mousepad. 'How bad could that be?' She pressed accept without thinking too hard about it. BZZZZZT The transformation hit instantly. Amelia gasped as her body flattened, limbs melting into her torso, everything compressing down into a rectangular shape. Her skin became smooth fabric on top, rubbery gel underneath. But her breasts remained, swelling slightly, becoming two soft cushioned mounds built into the mousepad surface. She could still see, still think, still feel everything. But she couldn't move at all. She was just a flat pad with tits now. The world shifted and she found herself on a desk. Gaming setup surrounded her. RGB lights, multiple monitors and a mechanical keyboard. And sitting in the chair was Michael. He looked exactly like his profile picture. Messy brown hair, nervous expression, skinny frame in a baggy hoodie. Just a kid really. "Oh wow," he muttered, poking her fabric surface. "It actually worked." Amelia felt the poke like a finger pressing into her stomach. Weird but not unpleasant. She tried to say something, but couldn't. She had no mouth to do so anymore. Michael positioned his mouse on her surface and started playing. Some shooter game from the sounds of it. His wrist rested right between her transformed breasts, the soft mounds cushioning his arm as he moved. Click Click Click His hand slid back and forth across her body, the mouse dragging over her fabric skin. 'This isn't so bad,' Amelia thought. 'Just laying here while he games. Pretty chill actually.' An hour passed. Michael was focused on his game, muttering in German when he died, celebrating kills with little fist pumps. His wrist stayed nestled in her cleavage, warm and comfortable. Amelia started to relax into it. Being an object was strange but peaceful. No stress, no responsibilities, just existing. Then something changed. Michael shifted in his chair. His hand movements got slower, less focused on the game. Amelia noticed him glancing down at her mousepad form. At her breasts specifically. His face was red. 'Is he... getting turned on?' She felt it before she saw it. A bulge is pressing against the edge of the desk. Michael had a boner from her. From using her tits as a wrist rest. Part of Amelia wanted to laugh. Part of her felt something else entirely. Something warm was building in her frozen form. Michael minimized his game. His hand left the mouse and hovered over her surface. Trembling slightly. "Sorry," he whispered. "I just... I need to..." His palm pressed down on her right breast. Amelia would have gasped if she could. The pressure was intense, his warm hand squeezing the soft, cushioned mound. He kneaded it gently at first, then harder, fingers sinking into the plush surface. 'Oh fuck,' Amelia thought. 'Oh fuck this feels...' It felt good, really good. Every squeeze sent waves of sensation through her flattened consciousness. She couldn't moan, couldn't react, could only lay there and take it while this shy German teenager groped her transformed tits. Michael's other hand joined in. Both palms pressing down, squishing her breasts together, fingers exploring every inch of the soft fabric mounds. His breathing got heavier. The bulge in his pants looked painful now. "Scheiße," he muttered, standing up suddenly. Amelia watched him pull down his pants. His cock sprang free, hard and leaking precum. Average size, but throbbing desperately. He looked down at her mousepad form, face burning red, clearly embarrassed but too horny to stop. He pressed his dick against her surface. The heat of it shocked her. His hard shaft laying across her body, the tip resting right between her breasts. He started moving, grinding against her, fucking the space between her tits like it was a pussy. The friction was insane. She felt every vein, every throb, the wetness of his precum smearing across her fabric. "Unnnngh," Michael groaned, thrusting faster. 'He's using me,' Amelia realized. 'Really using me. Like I'm nothing but a thing to get off with.' She should have been disgusted. Angry. Violated. Instead, she felt herself getting wetter somehow, arousal building in her objectified form with nowhere to go. She was loving this. Being helpless while a stranger rubbed his cock all over her. "I'm gonna... fuck... FUCK!" Michael came hard. Thick ropes of cum spurted across her surface, coating her breasts, pooling in her cleavage, dripping down her fabric skin. He kept thrusting through it, milking every drop onto her body. When he finished he collapsed back into his chair, panting. Amelia lay there covered in cum. She could smell it, taste it somehow, the musky scent filling her consciousness. His seed was soaking into her fabric, warm and sticky. Mic
