TF Ray Gun Part 5 - High Heels TF
Tags: Inanimate, Clothing TF, Unaware, Feet, Object TF, Sweat, Caption, Heels, 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:This is a collab with @Supperteap don't forget to check her out.(She has some interesting CYOA's you can…
This is a collab with @Supperteap don't forget to check her out. (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 5 - High Heels TF The floorboards creaked above and Ani's lips curled into a predatory smile. Most of the family was on her body, except for a few exception, and one seemed to have woken up. She adjusted Steve's cups around her breasts, feeling the familiar quiver of consciousness within the fabric. Her stockings shifted against her calves, Mrs. Caldwell's silent terror palpable through every thread. The panties hugged her hips, Mike's fabric pressed firmly against her still-damp pussy. And deep in her ass, Liam's butt plug form sat motionless, trapped in warm darkness. "Quiet now, everyone," Ani whispered, tapping the ray gun to ensure all her garments remained muted. "We have company~" The woman descending the stairs was Margaret Caldwell, Steve's older sister. She had that same broad face as her brother, same suspicious eyes, though hers were framed by reading glasses perched on her nose. Her graying hair was pulled back in a severe bun. A silver cross dangled from her neck. She moved with the stiff authority of a woman who had spent years as a leading figure. 'I knew I shouldn't have taken that sleeping pill,' Margaret thought, rubbing her eyes as she descended. 'Slept right through dinner preparations. Sarah will never let me hear the end of it...' She reached the bottom step and froze. A nearly naked woman stood in her sister's living room. Blonde hair in pigtails. Enormous breasts barely contained by a black lace bra. Matching panties that left nothing to the imagination. Elegant stockings with little bows at the thighs. And between her perfect ass cheeks, clearly visible in the afternoon light... "Oh for Christ's sake!" Margaret's hand flew to her cross. "Is that a PLUG in your behind?!" The purple crystal of Liam's transformed body glinted in the light. "Oopsie!" Ani giggled, making no move to cover herself. "Sorry about that. I'm Ani. Mike's girlfriend it’s nice to meet you!" "Mike's girlfriend?" Margaret scoffed, her principal voice emerging automatically. "That boy couldn't attract a woman like you if he won the lottery. He spends all day playing video games and eating cereal!" She descended the final steps, heels clicking against the hardwood. "And where IS everyone? Where's my sister? Her husband? My nephew?" Ani's smile widened, revealing teeth that seemed just a bit too sharp. "What do you mean? We're all here. Can't you see?" Margaret looked around the empty living room. Abandoned tea cups on the coffee table. Cookie crumbs on a napkin. The television playing some muted sports game. The couch cushions rumpled as if recently sat upon. But no people. No voices. The house was too quiet. Too still and the air smelled strange, like sex and something else, something wrong. "Young lady, I don't know what kind of games you're playing." Margaret drew herself up to her full height, channeling decades of disciplining unruly teenagers. "But I'm going to ask you one more time. Where Is My Family?" "Oh, you really want to SEE them?" Ani tilted her head, fingers dancing across the ray gun's controls. "You really want to HEAR them?" "What is that thing? Some kind of toy?" Margaret squinted at the device, noting its strange screen, it’s bulky retro design. Something about it made her skin crawl. "Listen here, I don't know what..." "Very well," Ani interrupted sweetly. "I can make it possible~" The beam struck Margaret square in the chest. "WHAT THE... AAAAAGHHHHH!" The transformation was brutal. Margaret's arms snapped to her sides as her skin began darkening, shifting from pale pink to deep, glossy black. She tried to run, tried to scream, but her legs were already fusing together at the ankles. SCHLLLOOORRRRPPP Her feet elongated, toes merging into a single pointed mass. Her body was being reshaped into something curved and impossible. Her arch stretched higher, higher, until her foot formed a perfect four-inch incline. "NO! NO, THIS CAN'T..." Her voice distorted, syllables stretching like taffy. 'This is just like when Sandra wore those awful stilettos to my wedding,' the thought bubbled up absurdly as her consciousness fragmented. 'She complained all night about her feet hurting. She said the heels were torture and now I'm... oh god, I'm becoming...' Her body split down the middle. The sensation was indescribable, not painful exactly, but wrong in a way that transcended pain. Her torso compressed, ribs folding inward, organs dissolving into nothing. Her arms absorbed into the main mass, fingers melting away. Her face was the last to go, features smoothing like wax under a heat lamp, eyes rolling back, mouth sealing shut. The two halves of what had been Margaret Caldwell reformed independently. Glossy black material hardened into elegant curves. Pointed toes gleamed under the light and the four-inch stiletto heels caught the afterno
