Wrong Bootcamp - Dakimakura TF
Tags: Inanimate, Latex, Anime, Object TF, Caption, Shapechange, Objectification, Latex TF
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(Would you want Cassiopeia form yourself?) The wooden floor of their shared apartment creaked beneath Orion's restless pacing. Two weeks without Cassiopeia had felt like an eternity. Their dynamic, him the devoted sub, her the commanding dom had been the cornerstone of their relationship for years. But lately, Cassiopeia had confessed to feeling stagnant, her well of dominance ideas running dry. "We need something fresh," she'd said, scrolling through her tablet. "Look at this! 'Dom Bootcamp: Reinvent Your Dynamic.' Two weeks of intensive training." The website had seemed legitimate enough. Professional BDSM techniques and more, it promised. They'd booked it immediately, both excited for the new chapter it would bring to their play. Now, fourteen days later, Orion's phone buzzed with the promised address. His pulse quickened as he grabbed his car keys. Tonight, finally, he'd have his newly trained domme back. The drive felt eternal, his imagination running wild with thoughts of what she might have learned. His cock twitched against his jeans as he navigated to an upscale apartment building on the edge of town. The hallway to apartment 13B was dimly lit, the air heavy with a strange chemical scent. When he knocked, the door swung open to reveal a woman unlike any he'd seen before. She stood tall, perspiration glistening on her alabaster skin. Her black hair was pulled into a single severe bun, but what struck him most were her eyes crimson red, almost glowing in the low light. Her body was encased in gleaming latex that reflected the apartment's red mood lighting, the material making soft squeaking noises as she breathed heavily. "You must be the tiger," she purred, her voice husky as her gaze traveled from his shoes to his face. "Here to collect your girlfriend. I must say... I worked the hellllll out of her." Orion stepped inside, the door closing behind him with an ominous click. The apartment was simple wood furniture, green walls, closed up windows, and various BDSM equipment arranged with surgical precision. But Cassiopeia was nowhere to be seen. "Where is she?" Orion asked, trying to keep his voice steady. The woman's smile widened as she gestured to a large black cushion on the floor beside an ornate chair. On it was what appeared to be a decorative pillow with the image of a faceless woman with an open bun, similar to how Cassiopeia wore her hair. "Right below me," she whispered. Orion's stomach dropped. "What? I don't understand. Where is my dom pro wife?" The woman tilted her head. "Dom pro? Oh no, my baby man." She pulled out a contract, thrusting it toward him. "I got a contract for submissive training. This woman was something! Kept insisting she wanted to be a dom. Really strong-spirited." Orion squinted at the paper, noticing a signature that looked nothing like Cassiopeia's. "There's been a mistake," he stammered. "No mistake, just little happy accidents," the trainer said, trailing her finger along the pillow's edge. "First, I turned her into a latex doll with her face still intact. You should have seen I used the permanent latex spray." "P-permanent?" Orion felt lightheaded. "Ohhh yes, the best kind. Her skin turned such a pretty pink. She looked so panicked." The woman demonstrated by spreading her fingers wide. "When she touched herself, these delicious latexy noises came out. Squeek. Squuuish." The pillow beneath her shifted slightly. "She wanted to finger herself so badly, but I didn't allow it. She was desperate but still resistant. So stubborn." The woman's red eyes gleamed brighter. "So I removed her face and pussy later with a sander." "WHAT?" Orion shouted, lunging forward. The woman held up a hand. "She can still see, don't worry! Speech, not so much. The disk worked flawlessly. Her face was pure shock as I sanded her nose away, then chin. She was so embarrassed and begged me to stop, but that's not how this works." Orion felt sick, but to his horror, there was an unmistakable tightening in his pants. The woman noticed, her gaze fixing on his growing bulge. "Ohhh, you find it hot. That's good." She continued, voice dropping an octave. "Then eyes and mouth were gone. Just an egghead, and when I sanded her pussy she only twitched, not even able to moan fucking perfection!" She laughed, the sound echoing through the apartment. "She became more compliant then. Did what I asked. When she didn't... well, I threatened to sand her arms and legs away. She'd be like a stickman." The pillow wiggled more pronouncedly now. "Yes, slave," the trainer acknowledged. "I'll tell him, don't worry." She turned back to Orion. "She was a bad girl. Very bad. Tried to escape, but I caught her. The only way forward was to make her less... animate." Orion noticed the pillow had a strange texture, not fabric, but something slick, with what appeared to be stains. "So I brought some latex softeners," she continued, "went to a laundry service center, rented a press machine. Had my fun. The press went down on h
