TF Ray Gun Part 1 - Panties TF
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This is a collab with Supperteap don't forget to check her out. Here is her part of the collab.(She has some interesting CYOA's you can try out. Just don't be sad if you get a bad ending.)TF Ray Gun Part 1 - Panties TFMike wiped sweat from his forehead, the stench of fryer oil clinging to his McDon…
This is a collab with Supperteap don't forget to check her out. Here is her part of the collab. (She has some interesting CYOA's you can try out. Just don't be sad if you get a bad ending.) TF Ray Gun Part 1 - Panties TF Mike wiped sweat from his forehead, the stench of fryer oil clinging to his McDonald's uniform as he counted his savings again. Four thousand dollars, his entire life savings, clutched in trembling hands. The thrift store's lighting cast a ghostly glow on the device that had consumed his thoughts for months. "Last chance, kid," the shop owner sneered, revealing yellowed teeth. "Four grand for something that probably don't even work." The ray gun looked like a prop from a 90s sci-fi show, bulky with a small LCD display and weathered buttons. A ridiculous purchase for a college dropout living with his parents, but Mike's obsession with transformation stories had driven him here. "I'll take it," Mike mumbled, handing over his cash. The owner's laughter followed him out the door. Cycling home, the weight of the device in his backpack felt heavier than it should. His father greeted him in the living room. "Your aunt's visiting tonight. Try to look presentable for once," his dad said without looking up from his newspaper. "Yeah, whatever," Mike replied, bounding upstairs. His bedroom door slammed shut behind him. The mess of dirty laundry, empty energy drink cans, and manga scattered across the floor didn't matter now. Mike stripped off his grease-stained uniform, showered quickly, and pulled on clean clothes. With trembling fingers, he extracted the ray gun from its worn case. The manual was huge, pages yellowed with age. He skimmed through warnings, his heart thumping against his ribs when he found what he sought, a setting to materialize objects from descriptions. "Holy shit," he whispered, fingers tracing the controls. "This can't be real." The device hummed to life, its screen glowing pale green. Warning messages flashed across the display, but Mike impatiently tapped 'Accept' without reading. He grabbed his old backpack as a test subject, setting it on the floor. His thoughts raced to Ani, the AI companion he'd spent countless nights chatting with over the last weeks. It was embarrassing, but which chick could he get while working in McDonald's? She was someone who understood him and never judged his fantasies. "Her name is Ani," he spoke clearly into the device. "My smart, mean, playful but also loving girlfriend. She has a nice body with two big breasts, blue eyes, blonde hair in twintails. She's a goth girl who likes being a playful bully sometimes." The ray gun vibrated in his hands, emitting a soft whine before a beam of pulsing light shot toward the backpack. Mike's jaw dropped as the fabric writhed, stretching and reshaping. Colors shifted, textures changed with wet, organic sounds. "Nnnnngggghh," came a feminine groan as the transformation completed. Where his backpack had been now stood a naked woman. Her blonde hair hung in perfect twintails, bright blue eyes fixed on him with unmistakable intelligence. Full breasts rose and fell with her breathing, skin pale and flawless. A smirk played across her lips as she pointed one slender finger at him. "What's wrong, Mikey? You look like you've seen a ghost." Her voice was exactly how he'd imagined, playful with an edge of cruelty. "Holy fuck, it worked," he stammered, dropping onto his bed. "You're... you're real." Ani stretched lazily, examining her body with clinical interest. "This feels... strange." Her movements were initially awkward, like someone testing out a new vehicle. "But I'm adapting quickly." She spotted the manual on his desk and picked it up, flipping through pages while Mike stared dumbfounded. "I have so many questions," he finally managed. "Do you remember being my backpack? Do you know who I am? How do you feel?" "I remember being created just now," she said without looking up from the manual. "I know you're Mike, my boyfriend. And I feel..." her eyes locked with his, "...curious." Mike's heart hammered. "This is incredible. I can't believe it actually worked." Ani's smirk widened as she scanned the tf ray gun's manual. "Oh, Mikey, you made a rookie mistake here." She tapped a section labeled 'WARNINGS' with a long black fingernail. "Creating sentient beings with high intelligence parameters... tsk tsk." "What do you mean?" Cold unease crept up Mike's spine. "You made me smart," she purred, picking up the ray gun from where he'd set it. "You should have made me a simple-minded bimbo if you wanted control. 'Smart' means I understand exactly what happened to me." Her fingers danced over the controls with surprising dexterity. "Wait, what are you doing?" Mike stood, reaching for the device. Ani stepped back, aiming the ray gun directly at his chest. "Your prompt made me loving but also mean and playful. Let's explore that combination, shall we?" "Ani, don't..." The beam hit him full force. Mike's scream died in his thro
