TF Ray Gun Part 3 - Stockings TF
Tags: Inanimate, Pantyhose TF, Clothing TF, Swimsuit, Object TF, Caption, Objectification, Stockings
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:This is a collab with Supperteap don't forget to check her out. Here is her part of the collab.(She has s…
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 3 - Stockings TF Ani stretched on the couch, her naked body glistening with sweat as she woke from her nap. The black lace panties and matching bra, which Mike and his father had formerly clung to her curves, absorbing her body's moisture. "So this is how sleeping feels like," she mused, running her fingers along the waistband of her panties. "Pretty good." The sound of grocery bags being set down in the kitchen caught her attention. Ani's lips curled into a devious smile as she adjusted her bra, making sure her breasts were perfectly positioned in Steve's cups. "Hello? Mike? Steve? Is anyone home?" A woman's voice called out. No answer came as the woman's footsteps approached the living room. When she rounded the corner, she froze, eyes widening at the sight of the nearly-naked blonde lounging on her couch. "Who the hell are you?" Mrs. Caldwell demanded, clutching her purse defensively. Ani adopted a shy, innocent expression. "Hello, Ms. Caldwell," she said sweetly, hiding her smirk. "I'm Mike's girlfriend." Mrs. Caldwell's jaw dropped. "Mike's... girlfriend?" She looked Ani up and down, clearly shocked that her son had managed to attract such a beautiful woman. "That's right," Ani nodded, adjusting her panties, which twitched slightly in response. "Where is my son? And why would he leave such a gorgeous lady alone without proper clothes?" Mrs. Caldwell asked, her maternal instincts kicking in despite the strange situation. "Oh, he had more important things to do," she said, fixing her panties with a knowing smirk. "I got a bit cold waiting for him." Mrs. Caldwell's expression softened. "Let me get you something, dear." She hurried away, returning moments later with cookies, warm tea, and a bathroom towel, which she put around Ani's shoulders. "Thank you," Ani said, accepting the offerings as Mrs. Caldwell sat beside her. "So tell me about your relationship with my son," Mrs. Caldwell said, clearly eager for details. Ani took a sip of tea before answering. "It's very... intimate." Mrs. Caldwell giggled. "Oh, is it now?" Her eyes twinkled with amusement. "And where are you from, dear? I don't think I've seen you around before." "I'm from here," Ani replied simply. Confusion crossed Mrs. Caldwell's face. "Here? But I've never seen you before. Are you new to town?" "No," Ani said, leaning closer. "I'm from here, mother." Mrs. Caldwell's brow furrowed at the strange phrasing. "I... I don't understand." Ani laughed it off. "I've been here so much lately, it's the only place I can remember." "Oh!" Mrs. Caldwell relaxed, chuckling. "You two really did hide your relationship well." She glanced around the room. "Do you know where my husband and son are?" Ani's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Oh, I know exactly where they are. Would you like to join them?" "Yes, please," Mrs. Caldwell nodded, completely oblivious to the danger. Ani raised her finger dramatically. "Alright, mother-in-law. I think my finggies need to be a little warmer." In one swift motion, she grabbed the ray gun from beside the couch and aimed it directly at Mrs. Caldwell. "What is that..." Mrs. Caldwell's question was cut short as the beam hit her full force. "AAAAHHH..." Her scream faded as her body began to shrink and contort. Her bones softened, arms and legs pulling inward toward her torso. Her entire form began changing at a terrifying speed, features melting away. "Oh, you're going to be gorgeous, mother!" Ani exclaimed, watching with fascination. Mrs. Caldwell's face rolled down into her torso, looking like a fading print on an old t-shirt before disappearing completely into blackness. Her body split down the middle, forming two empty, twitching cylinders that quickly solidified into a pair of elegant black stockings with delicate bows at the tops. Ani picked up the stockings, bringing them close to her face. "Perfect!" "WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?" Mrs. Caldwell screamed, her voice now existing only as thoughts within her fabric form. "HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?" Ani tapped the ray gun, shooting a small beam at the stockings. "Sorry, mother-in-law. I need to try you first. No distractions." She waved cheerfully at the stockings before sitting down to slide them on. Mrs. Caldwell felt everything in excruciating detail as Ani slowly pulled her up one leg. The musky, salty smell and taste of skin overwhelmed her new senses. Every touch registered throughout her fabric as she was stretched and pulled upward. Despite her horror, the sensation of being stretched sent pleasure signals through her consciousness, like someone was stimulating her G-spot. With a final tug, Ani snapped the stocking into place on her thigh. Mrs. Caldwell could only manage the tiniest wiggle in response, her consciousness fully distributed through the thin fabric. Without pau
