Wrong Lube - TG
Tags: Inanimate, Lube TF, Object TF, Caption, Forced, Gender bend, Feminization, MTF
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!Wrong Lube - TGThe bus dropped me off right in front of Marcus's place, this massive two-story house that always ma…
The bus dropped me off right in front of Marcus's place, this massive two-story house that always made me feel like a broke college kid. My best buddy since high school had done well for himself, and honestly, house-sitting for two weeks sounded like a vacation from my cramped studio apartment. Marcus jogged out with Samantha clinging to his arm like always. Something about her never sat right with me. Too perfect, too sweet, with this fake smile that never reached her eyes. She'd transformed my drinking buddy into some health-conscious bore who nursed one beer all night instead of crushing a twelve-pack like the old days. "Thanks for doing this, man," Marcus said, pressing the keys into my palm. "Cat food's in the pantry, just scoop it twice a day. There's leftover pizza in the fridge." "Got it covered." I pocketed the keys, watching Samantha tap her foot impatiently. "We're already late for the airport," she whined, tugging his sleeve. They rushed off in their Uber, leaving me standing on the doorstep. I pushed inside and immediately noticed the changes. Photos of Marcus and Samantha covered every surface, their fake smiles multiplied across the living room. The old picture of us at that dive bar downtown had been moved to a corner shelf, nearly hidden behind a decorative vase. "Fucking hell. She'd really marked her territory." I dumped my duffle bag in the guest room and collapsed onto the massive sectional couch. The 65-inch TV dominated the wall, and I grabbed the remote, channel surfing through premium cable packages I couldn't afford. This place would definitely help me score some action. Maybe I'd hit up Tinder later, bring someone over to enjoy the luxury. My stomach growled, so I wandered to the kitchen. The fridge held organic everything and some leftover Thai food and a pizza. I needed real sustenance though, so I walked three blocks to the corner store and grabbed a twelve-pack of cheap beer. The cashier, some young guy in his 20s with greasy hair, barely looked up from his phone. Back at the house, the gray tabby cat, Whiskers, meowed loudly until I filled his bowl. He purred and rubbed against my legs while I cracked open the first beer. The carbonation hit my tongue perfectly, washing away the stress of work and my shitty apartment. Hours passed in a blur of comedy shows, documentaries about alien conspiracies, and steadily emptying beer cans. My vision started getting fuzzy around can number ten, and my thoughts turned sloppy and crude. The alcohol made everything seem like a brilliant idea. That's when the horniness kicked in hard. I stumbled toward Marcus and Samantha's bedroom, ignoring Whiskers annoyed hissing. Their king-size bed looked pristine with white sheets and way too many throw pillows. I yanked open the nightstand drawer, hoping to find some lotion or something to help with my situation. Instead, I found a collection of sex toys that made me raise my eyebrows. Dildos, vibrators, some weird contraptions I couldn't identify. Marcus never mentioned being this kinky. But no lube anywhere. I checked their bathroom next, rummaging through cabinets until I found a small bottle labeled something I couldn't focus on through my beer goggles. It looked like personal lubricant, thick and clear. Perfect. "This will work," I mumbled, grabbing the bottle. I shut Whiskers in the guest bedroom, ignoring his protests, and returned to the living room. The premium cable had adult channels, and I found one showing exactly what I needed. I stripped down completely, my cock already half hard from anticipation. The couch leather felt cool against my bare skin as I settled back. I squirted some of the lube onto my palm and wrapped my fingers around my shaft. The liquid felt strange, almost warm and tingly, but I figured that was normal for fancy stuff. "Fuck, that's good," I groaned, stroking myself slowly. The tingling sensation spread up my arm and across my chest. My nipples felt hypersensitive, almost painful in their hardness. I applied more lube, pumping faster as the heat built throughout my entire body. Something was wrong, but it felt too incredible to stop. My skin burned like I had a fever, but instead of discomfort, waves of pleasure crashed over me. I moaned loudly, not caring if the neighbors heard. "AHHHHH, UNNNGH..." My voice sounded higher, breathier. The strokes on my cock felt different, like the flesh was becoming softer, more malleable. I looked down through my haze and watched in shocked fascination as my penis seemed to melt and reshape itself. "What the fuuuck..." The transformation accelerated. My chest swelled outward, forming two perfect breasts that bounced with each movement. My hips widened, my waist narrowed, and between my legs, my cock folded in on itself, creating wet, sensitive folds. I couldn't stop touching myself. My new pussy lips felt incredibly sensitive, and when I pressed a finger inside, I nearly screamed from the intensity. The orgasm that hit me was unlike
