Voyeur Busted - Lube TF
Tags: Inanimate, Lube TF, Object TF, Caption, Gender bend, Feminization, MTF, Goo TF, Slime TF
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!Voyeur Busted - Lube TFThe apartment went quiet after Marissa shut the door behind her. You'd been waiting for this…
The apartment went quiet after Marissa shut the door behind her. You'd been waiting for this moment, your blue slime form perfectly disguised as an ordinary bottle of lubricant on the bathroom counter. Your consciousness remained alert inside the plastic container, your senses dulled but still functional enough to hear her arrival. "Hello?" Marissa called out. Your excitement surged through your confined form. Success! She thought she was alone. You felt a strange tingling anticipation throughout your gelatinous essence as you waited, trapped in bottle form, unable to move until she touched you. When the bathroom light flickered on, your awareness heightened. Through the translucent blue plastic, you could make out Marissa's silhouette approaching. Your entire being vibrated with nervous energy as her fingers wrapped around your container. The moment she touched you, sensation flooded back the warmth of her hand, the slight pressure of her grip. You couldn't help yourself. Your excitement made you twitch involuntarily. "No fucking way!" she shouted. Panic replaced excitement. You were busted! You contracted again, your slime form reacting instinctively to your alarm. A small amount of your blue substance emerged from the bottle top without her even squeezing. "So I have a small voyeur who wanted to spy on me." Her voice sent vibrations through your bottle prison. "Or even worse... you were hoping I'd use you on myself, weren't you?" You trembled inside the container, utterly humiliated at being caught. Your plan had seemed so perfect: transform from slime into lube, experience Marissa's intimate moments, then sneak away, reconnect with your main mass and transform back before anyone knew. Now, you were completely at her mercy. When she uncapped the bottle, terror and excitement mingled as she tipped you over, the sensation of pouring was disorienting parts of your consciousness streaming out while the majority remained in the bottle. You felt yourself splashing across her white t-shirt, the fabric immediately soaking through. The moment you touched her bare skin beneath the shirt, intense sensations overwhelmed you. Her body was so warm and so soft, completely different from touching someone in your normal slime form. The thin, spread-out nature of your current state made every nerve ending in her skin register against your consciousness. You felt her nipples harden beneath your substance, the slight goosebumps forming on her skin. When she poured more of you onto her black shorts, you experienced the heat intensifying between her legs. You could feel her pulse through the thin fabric, the subtle moisture that was already there before you even arrived. "Mmmm," she hummed, and the vibration rippled through every piece of your spread-out form. When she stuck out her tongue playfully, you concentrated your awareness on her face, noting the flush spreading across her cheeks. "You're lucky I didn't pour you down the drain, slimy bastard." Her fingers rubbed circles across her chest, spreading you thinner. The sensation was both terrifying and exquisite, and parts of you pushed to the limit of perception while still maintaining a connection to your main consciousness. You'd never experienced anything like this before being simultaneously in multiple places, feeling everything from different angles. "Well, I guess I want to try out what your slime kind has to offer." Her words sent another jolt of excitement through you. This was turning out better than you'd planned despite being caught. "Twitch twice if you want me to keep this our little secret." You focused your remaining control on the bottle in her hand, forcing yourself to shudder deliberately. Once. Twice. The effort was immense in your divided state. As she carried you to her bedroom, you remained hyperaware of every step, feeling her body movements ripple through the portions of you clinging to her skin. Your substance slid slightly with each motion, dripping to the floor or even being absorbed by her skin. When Marissa peeled off her soaked clothes, you experienced the strange sensation of being divided, part of you remaining on her body, part clinging to the discarded garments, and most of your consciousness still in the bottle. You struggled to maintain cohesion and keep your awareness intact across these separated forms. You tried to communicate, vibrating your bottle form to create sound. "Sorry," you managed to transmit, though the effort was enormous. "What are you sorry about?" Her finger traced the bottle's edge, sending shivers through your consciousness. When she threw herself onto the carpet and spread her legs, you felt exposed despite being the observer. As she uncapped you completely and poured more of your substance onto her chest, the sensation of flowing was dizzying. You spread across her breasts, feeling her heartbeat accelerate beneath you. Every pore, every tiny hair on her skin registered against your sensitive form. When you tried
