TF App - Split Apart - Lingerie TF
Tags: Inanimate, Lingerie, Caption
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion join the Discord ServerTF App - Split Apart - LingerieTFZain, a curious college student from the US, scrolled through the trendy Transformation App. "Be anything for a day," it promised to it's users. Feeling adventurous, he hit the "Random" option and se…
Zain, a curious college student from the US, scrolled through the trendy Transformation App. "Be anything for a day," it promised to it's users. Feeling adventurous, he hit the "Random" option and sent requests to app users worldwide. Coincidentally, Imani in New York and Yara in France both accepted Zain's request at the exact same moment. Then the app glitched, and Zain felt a bizarre tingling as his body stretched, remolded, and split across continents.'What the hell?' Zain panicked, realizing he was wearing a purple bra somewhere in France and a pair of black workout pants in the US! In New York, Imani slipped on the panties. "Let's see if you can survive this underwear boy," she smirked, hopping on a treadmill. Zain felt the heat building rapidly, Imani's sweat soaking into his fabric. 'Oh god, it's like a sauna down here!' he thought, mortified. The dampness was terrible, but the smell was worse. Imani's musky, fishy odor with something slippery like lube started seeping into and through him. Imani definitely enjoyed her treadmill run with her transformed buddy. "Enjoying yourself down there?" Imani taunted, knowing Zain could hear her. "Get used to it. You're gonna be sweaty and stretched by the end of this!" Meanwhile, in the French Alps, Yara clasped the bra, fully aware of his predicament. "I hope you like ze cold, Zain," she giggled in her thick French accent, stepping outside. The chilly air made her nipples harden, poking into his cups. Walking along a secluded path near the piste, Yara's boyfriend got handsy and needed relief. "Let's have some fune," he grinned. "Our leetle bra friend can join in." Giggling, Yara exposed her breasts but kept Zain on. "Letz do a quick titty job before someone comes! You are lucky, Zain, you get to be part of ze action!" Zain felt every movement as Yara pressed her breasts together, sandwiching her boyfriend's shaft between them. The friction of skin against his fabric was intense and uncomfortable. Zain could feel the hardness of the boyfriend's member and the softness of Yara's breasts simultaneously."How does it fel, Zain?" Yara panted. "I bet you never zought you would be doing zis!" When Yara's boyfriend climaxed, Zain felt warm stickiness seep into his fabric. It was a bizarre sensation, feeling the fluid slowly spreading through his fibers while simultaneously experiencing Imani's intense workout on the other side of the world. As the 24-hour mark neared, both girls checked their TF apps, confused by Zain's glitched entry. They tossed their underwear in their respective laundry baskets, knowing Zain was still conscious. But nothing happened. The app had malfunctioned. "Well, looks like you're stuck, panty boy," Imani chuckled in New York, patting her panty drawer. "I hope you enjoyed ze action!" Yara added in France, closing her bra drawer with a wink. Suddenly, Zain's profile disappeared from the app entirely. Both girls shrugged, assuming the glitch had resolved itself. But for Zain, the nightmare was just beginning. He faced an eternity split between two drawers on different continents, destined to be worn, soiled, and washed by two mischievous girls who no longer remembered his predicament and forgot he ever existed.
