Tina’s Silky Change - Lingerie TF
Tags: Inanimate, Lingerie, Clothing TF, Mind control, Unaware
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This work contains adult content.
This work contains adult content.
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The yellow wallpaper hummed. It always hummed, a low buzzing sound like a fridge that never shut off and Tina had stopped hearing it months ago the same way you stop hearing your own heartbeat. A long time had already passed. She was pretty sure it was months. At first she thought it was a dream, some fever thing, because the hallways looked like somebody copied a real office building and pasted it wrong. Doors opened into walls. Carpet ran up the ceiling in some rooms. The deeper she went, the more broken it got, like corrupted data, like a photo saved too many times until the colors bled. The food tasted like wet paper and the water tasted like pennies, but it kept her alive and somehow all of it became normal. That was the scary part. It became normal. Then the shop appeared. It sat in the middle of a hallway where no shop had been the day before, glass windows glowing warm and soft. A sign above the door read "Silky Mysteries" in curly pink letters. Her old clothes were rags at this point, stiff with dried sweat and torn at both knees, so she went in without thinking twice. Racks of clothes stretched back further than the room should allow. She grabbed a shirt, some pants. Then she saw the display near the register and her stomach dropped. Lingerie. Black lace bra and panties in a clear plastic box, and printed on the front in blocky letters: "TINA EDITION" With her photo on it. Her own face, smiling in a way she never smiled, wearing the black lace set, posing with her hands on her chest.
'That's me. That is literally me!?' She put the box down fast, like it burned her. This place did weird stuff, she told herself. It copied things wrong. It probably copied her too. She had more important things to do. She had to find an exit. She left the shop and never looked back. But her body started acting strange after that. Food stopped mattering. She would go a whole day without eating and feel nothing, no hunger, no thirst, just a light floaty feeling like her insides were emptying out and being replaced with air. And the boxes kept appearing. On shelves and the floor of empty rooms. Propped against the humming walls. "TINA EDITION" Again and again. Each new box she found, the photo got weirder. Her smile got wider. Her skin got shinier, softer looking, less like skin. The boxes were always empty inside, just molded plastic where lingerie should sit. The monsters stopped reacting to her too. She rounded a corner once and walked straight past one of the tall shrieking things and it looked right through her, like she was furniture, like she was nothing. That should have terrified her. Instead she felt tired. She was always so tired now, so sleepy, her legs moving on autopilot through the yellow halls. 'When did I last eat? When did I last drink anything?' She could not remember. Days or maybe a week. Her heart should be pounding at that thought, but it just fluttered soft, like fabric in a breeze. Then she found the newest box.
The photo made her stop breathing. It was not her anymore, not really. It was a woman shaped thing standing in a bedroom, a person made entirely out of black lace and silky fabric, hollow, no skin at all, just cloth in the shape of Tina. "That looks ridiculous," she said out loud, and her voice sounded thin and rustly in her own ears. She set the box down and rubbed her eyes. 'Wait. I've been walking for days without eating and I haven't cared at all. That is not normal. Maybe I need to calm down. Maybe I need to just... rest.' Her vision was blurry at the edges. When she looked down at her hands they seemed dark, black almost, the skin gone smooth and matte with a lacy pattern crawling up her wrists. 'Just tired. Just a dream thing. Just my eyes.' She found a bedroom that was not too distorted, a real bed with a real mattress and a tall mirror against the wall and she lay down and let go. Oh, it felt good. It felt so good it should have scared her. Her whole body unwound like the best massage in the world, every bone going soft, every muscle melting warm and loose, a deep sweet unraveling that pulled her down into sleep like a hand pulling a thread. "Mmmm~" she sighed and even her sigh sounded like sliding silk.
She woke up who knows how long later. Her vision was clear now. Crystal clear. But she could not move. The mirror across the room showed the bed. And on the bed lay something flat. A flat black shape, two pieces of it, lace edged, thin as paper. 'Okay… okay... This place has trick mirrors. I've seen weird mirrors before. Please be a trick mirror.' She strained. Pushed with everything she had. In the mirror, the black fabric twitched. Lifted a little. Fell flat again. **FWIP** That was her. That flat silky thing lifting and falling was her body responding to her. She should have screamed. She should have gone insane right there. Instead there was only confusion, soft and distant, because it felt so natural, laying flat, being light, being fabric. And she was still so, so tired. Sleep took her again like sinking into warm water. **CREEEEAK** The door. She snapped awake, tried to move, managed only a weak wiggling motion, her flat body rubbing against cold cardboard. 'Cardboard? She was in a box now. When did she get in a box?' Then a voice. A female voice. A human voice at last. "Oh, someone left their supplies here. Jackpot!" 'A person! A real person! Please be human, please please please!' **ZZZZIP** A bag opening. Cans clinking. Then footsteps coming closer, and Tina felt her whole world lift up as hands grabbed her box.
"Huh? A Tina Special pair of panties. I've seen these around, they get weirder with every box, but they only ever show the lingerie inside." 'Panties? Well obviously I'm lingerie, I... wait... no. NO! I'm human! I came here from outside! Take me out of here!' The woman shook the box. Something shifted inside. Tina felt herself slide against the plastic. "No way... this one's not empty!" The lid popped open and light flooded in and Tina saw her for the first time. She was maybe late twenties, with short brown hair chopped rough at the jaw like she cut it herself with a knife, messy bangs falling over sharp yellow eyes, eyes the color of the wallpaper, bright and hungry. Her face was heart shaped with a small scar splitting one eyebrow. She was built thick and strong, broad shoulders under a torn gray tank top, heavy full breasts straining the fabric, a soft belly, wide hips packed into cargo pants gone shiny at the thighs from wear, thick thighs, a big round ass that shifted the fabric with every step. Sweat and dust clung to her, and she smelled like old smoke, salt and warm woman. 'Real fabric, real lace, out here in this hellhole. Whoever stocked this place, thank you,' the woman thought, thumb stroking the lace.
That touch sent warmth flooding through Tina's whole body, and she stretched, actually stretched, her fabric pulling taut with a happy little **FWMP** and something in her smiled. "Finally, a new pair. I've been wearing mine since forever." The woman started stripping right there, tank top up and over, and Tina watched her hips sway, watched sweat roll down her spine and thought hot dizzy thoughts. 'God, her hips... how would that sweat feel soaking into m... WAIT! What am I THINKING? I'm Tina! I'm a HUMAN, not fabric!' She wiggled hard in protest. The woman did not even notice. Minutes later the woman stood fully naked, perky dark nipples stiff in the cool air, a thick unruly bush of pubic hair between her legs, because who has time to shave in the backrooms. She picked Tina up, held her open and stepped one foot through. Then the other and pulled her up. Fabric sliding up warm sweaty calves, over thick soft thighs, stretching, stretching, Tina's whole body pulled wide and snug over that big round ass, her front pressed flat and tight against hot wet skin and coarse hair, the woman's heat sinking straight into her, filling her, everywhere at once. 'Ohhhhh~' The lingerie was very, very confused at what was happening.
Heat was the first thing. Heat everywhere, soaking into every thread of her. The woman's skin burned warm against Tina's whole body at once, and that was the crazy part, her whole body WAS touching skin. Her back half stretched snug over that big soft ass, both cheeks filling her out, shifting and flexing with every small movement. Her front half pressed flat against the woman's mound, coarse pubic hair poking through her lace, and lower, oh god lower, her thin middle strip pulled tight up against hot puffy lips, tucked right into the warmth there. 'This is wrong... This is so wrong! I'm touching a stranger's... I AM a stranger's...' But it did not feel wrong. That was the problem. It felt like coming home. The woman hooked her thumbs into Tina's waistband and snapped it lightly against her hip. **SNAP** "Damn. These would cost like a fortune in the real world, easy. Material's so soft and silky. Feels so good around..." She trailed off and actually blushed, cheeks going pink and hugged the matching bra piece of Tina tighter against her heavy breasts. "It hugs me like a pervert." 'Pervy thing to say about panties, but nobody's around to hear it,' the woman thought, smiling at herself in the tall mirror, turning to check her ass. Tina saw the reflection too, saw herself stretched over those wide hips, black lace against pale sweaty skin, and a hot proud feeling bloomed through her fabric. 'I look good on her! I look SO good on her! Stop it… stop thinking like that!'
There were heavy footsteps outside the door. The woman froze, yellow eyes going flat and sharp. "Shit! That thing's still stalking me," she whispered. "It doesn't come into rooms though. I have to lay low for a while." She sat down slow on the bed and Tina felt the pressure squash through her, the woman's full weight settling, her ass spreading and pressing Tina flat between hot skin and cool sheets. The stretch pulled her lace taut in every direction and it felt AMAZING, deep and satisfying like cracking your back. 'Ohhh yes, that's it, that's what I'm FOR!' The thought came so easy. Everything came easy now. Back when she had a body, her head was always foggy, tired, scared. Now her thinking was quick and light and simple. 'Why was I even worried before? Maybe because there was nobody to wear me… that's not... I mean...' The woman lay back on the mattress, knees up, and waited, listening to the footsteps drag past outside. Minutes crawled by. The wallpaper hummed. The woman got bored and her hand drifted down her soft belly and slipped under Tina's waistband. 'Oh… OH~' Fingers slid down between her and hot skin, pressing Tina's thin strip tighter against those puffy lips, and the woman started rubbing herself slowly through the fabric, using Tina, dragging her lace back and forth over her stiffening clit. "Mmnh... quiet, quiet," the woman breathed to herself, biting her lip. Sweat was soaking into Tina now, salty and warm and it did not feel gross. It felt like DRINKING. Every drop the fibers pulled in was sweet, actually sweet, like the best sugary drink in the world with no bottom to the glass. She drank the woman's sweat and drank her smell, deep musky woman smell sinking into every thread until Tina smelled like her, until they smelled like each other. 'More. Give me more~'
Then the wetness started. Slick heat seeping from the woman's pussy straight into Tina's fabric, and if sweat was a sugary drink then THIS was a whole feast, rich and heady and perfect, the tastiest thing she had ever known in either body. Tina's mind went white and hungry. 'AAAHHHNN~' she moaned inside her own mind, 'more, please, more, soak me, I want ALL of it~' The woman rubbed faster, hips rocking, her free hand shoved up under the bra cup, squeezing her own tit, rolling the stiff nipple. Her breath came ragged and she clamped her mouth shut to stay quiet with that thing in the hall. "Mmmph~ mmnh... f... fuck~" Her thick thighs clamped together, trapping Tina in a hot wet vice, and she ground down hard, twitching, and Tina felt every twitch of that swollen clit pulsing through her lace. 'She's twitching against me, is she feeling THAT good? Because of me?' The pride that flooded her was hotter than anything. The woman came with a shudder, back arching off the bed, a long muffled "MMMMNNH~" behind her teeth, and a gush of slick flooded into Tina and onto the sheets under them, staining both. Tina drank it down greedy, every drop, her whole body buzzing and full and drunk on the taste. 'Ohhhh~ That's it, that's it, thank you, thank you~' The woman went limp, breathing hard, and within minutes she was asleep, one hand still resting warm on Tina's soaked front.
When she woke later with wild messy hair, she jolted up in a panic, checked the door, checked the corners. Nothing. Quiet. She let out a long breath, stood, and leaned against the door to listen, and the motion stretched Tina tight across her ass and Tina gave a happy little wiggle right against her wet pussy. "Ahh!" The woman slapped both hands over her own mouth, eyes wide, goosebumps racing up her arms. 'What the hell was that? Did the fabric just... no… No way! I'm losing it,' she thought, cheeks burning. Silence in the hall. Time to move. She dressed fast, pulled cargo pants up over Tina, shoved supplies into her bag, and Tina felt the world go dark under layers of cloth and a small sadness pulled through her threads. 'I can't see her anymore. I can't see my owner… wait… why do I care? I'm ON her. I'm on her all day!' This realization fixed everything. She gave one more playful wiggle and twitch against warm skin, just to say hi, and felt the woman shiver and mutter "Cut it out..." under her breath, and Tina laughed a silky soundless laugh. They walked for hours. Tina broke in beautifully, softening, molding perfectly to every curve, drinking each new drop of sweat like dessert. She learned to feel the world through vibration, footsteps humming up through the woman's body, the swish of pants, the heartbeat far above like a drum through a wall.
Then the woman stopped at a shopfront, badly distorted, its windows rippling like water, shelves melted half into the floor. On a warped rack near the door sat a lone plastic box. Black knee socks inside the printed photo. MARGRET'S SPECIAL, with a smiling woman's picture on the front where a woman with short brown hair and yellow and she looked just like her. A weird cold feeling crawled through Tina's lace. The box was empty, though just molded plastic. The woman stared at it a second too long, shrugged and kept walking.