The Third Wheel - Panties TF
Tags: Panties TF, Inanimate, Lingerie, Unaware, Object TF, Magic, Caption, Panties
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Personal Information Name: Lewis | Age: 19 | Gender: Male | TF-ID: TF-LP19TC Treatment Information Transformation: Panties| Date: 15.04.2025 Doctor: Dr. Eddie Huneycutt | TF Treatmemt: TF Vacuum Bag Guardian’s Information Name: Emelie | Age: 19 | Gender: Female Notes The transformation went fine. The subject panicked a little when the air left, and he started morphing. Then after a few seconds, just a pair of panties was in the bag... Why do we need to take photos of the ‘patients’ with us in the picture? It’s so stupid... Duration: 1 Month | Next Location: Emelie’s home The Third Wheel - Panties TF I am Lewis, 19. My girlfriend Emelie convinced me to transform into her panties for a month. Her kinky request sounded exciting and intimate, so I am sure she wants to show me something new. Dr. Eddie Huneycutt called my name in the waiting room. Emelie gave me a kiss goodbye, promising to collect me after. Dr. Eddie, clearly new, fumbled through her manual while explaining the vacuum bag treatment. I stripped naked, stepping into the clear plastic vacuum chamber. The machine hummed to life, air slowly evacuating around me. "Mmmphf!" Claustrophobia hit instantly. My lungs compressed painfully. Dr. Eddie panicked briefly at my distress but checked her notes and continued. The plastic pressed against every inch of my skin, compressing me impossibly thin. My consciousness remained while my body flattened completely. Limbs disappeared, organs dissolved, and everything compressed into delicate fabric layers. Dr. Eddie opened the bag, lifting me carefully. "Wow, so this works! Oh right, documentation photo." She stretched my elastic waistband, sending pleasurable sensations through my fabric consciousness. Emelie collected me, tucking me into her purse. Darkness surrounded me until we arrived at her place. Suddenly, an unfamiliar male voice. Her purse opened, light flooding in. A muscular guy I recognized from photos stood completely naked beside Emelie. "You never told him, did you?" Emelie giggled to her 'ex'. "Perfect third for our games." He slide me up Emelie's smooth legs. Her ex positioned himself above. His hardness pressed against me, rubbing Emelie through my thin material. When he climaxed, his seed coated my outer surface completely. He casually wiped himself clean using my fabric. "In a month, he'll be permanently stained with us. We'll keep using him even after he changes back," he laughed. She tossed me into the laundry basket, promising to hand wash me later. I was heartbroken, but somehow, I was not that angry at all... Was my new form adapting my mind? Or was something in the transformation altering my feelings? But somehow, I am angry that I am just lying here and not with them.
