Wrong Present - Onahole TF
Tags: Inanimate, Sex Toys TF, Monster, Anime, Object TF, Caption, Objectification, Onahole, 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! Wrong Present - Onahole TFErick had been saving up for weeks because he wanted to get both of the women in his lif…
Erick had been saving up for weeks because he wanted to get both of the women in his life something special, and he finally had enough to make it happen. His mother Sara, had always loved a particular kind of body oil that smelled like lavender and chamomile, the kind she swore made her skin look ten years younger and calmed her nerves before social situations she dreaded. His girlfriend on the other hand had been sending him links for weeks with that mischievous look on her face, nudging him toward a very different kind of product, a transformation oil that would temporarily turn the user into a realistic onahole for their partner to enjoy. She wanted to try it and he wanted to use her and that was the arrangement they had arrived at together. Both products arrived in nearly identical dark bottles with minimal labeling, and Erick made the catastrophic mistake of wrapping them in matching gift bags without marking which was which because he was exhausted from a double shift and trusted his memory to sort it out later. His memory would betray him completely. On the morning of March 9th, he found his mother standing in the kitchen wearing a navy blue dress that hugged her figure in ways she probably did not realize. Sara was forty-three but could pass for early thirties with her soft features, warm brown eyes, and shoulder-length dark hair she always tucked behind one ear whenever she felt nervous, which was most of the time. She had always been beautiful in a quiet, understated way, the kind of woman who turned heads without noticing because she was too busy rehearsing what she might say if someone actually spoke to her. Shyness ran through her like a current and it had destroyed every relationship she had ever attempted because she could never express what she wanted, always expecting partners to read her mind and then feeling crushed when they inevitably could not. "Happy Mother’s day, Mom," Erick said and handed her the gift bag, the wrong gift bag, the one that could ruin his entire evening. Sara pulled out the dark bottle and unscrewed the cap and the scent hit her immediately, something fruity and unfamiliar but pleasant enough to make her smile that rare genuine smile that softened her whole face. "Oh this smells wonderful, different from my usual, but I really love it." She leaned up and kissed his cheek and told him she would try it out today before the party because Claudia, one of her wealthier friends, had insisted she attend some fancy gathering at a rented venue downtown and Sara had been anxious about it all week. She arrived at the venue clutching her purse like a shield against the world. Crystal chandeliers threw prismatic light across vaulted ceilings while men in tailored suits clinked champagne flutes and women in designer gowns performed laughter for each other across marble floors. Sara grabbed a glass of wine and stationed herself near a potted fern, trying to project calm while her heart beat against her ribs. Twenty minutes of excruciating small talk later, she excused herself and practically fled to the bathroom, a gorgeous marble room with gold fixtures and soft recessed lighting that made everything look expensive. She locked the door and pulled the bottle from her purse with trembling hands. 'Just a little on my chest and face like always, it will calm me down and I can get through the rest of this night without embarrassing myself.' She poured a generous amount into her palm and rubbed it across her cleavage, massaging the warm liquid into the skin above her dress neckline, then dabbed some across her cheeks and forehead. The fruity scent bloomed around her and filled the bathroom with something almost intoxicating. Then the tingling started and it was nothing like any body oil she had ever used. The sensation burrowed beneath her skin like electricity fizzing through carbonated water, buzzing deeper and deeper until it reached her bones. 'That is very strange, my usual brand never does anything like this.' She raised her hands to examine them and the blood drained from her face because her fingers were turning purple, not bruised or frostbitten but a bright translucent synthetic purple that looked exactly like silicone. "What the hell?" Her voice bounced off marble walls and came back to her sounding very small. Her fingers started shrinking before she could process what was happening, each digit pulling inward toward her palms while the bones inside them softened from solid to pliable to liquid. SQUELCH Her knuckles dissolved first, then her joints, the structures that had allowed her to grip and hold and gesture simply melting into smooth glossy purple material that looked just like a sex toys. "Ahhhhn~ nnngh~" The sounds slipped from her mouth involuntarily because every change sent deep rolling pulses of strange warmth through her nervous system that her brain could not categorize as pain or pleasure, just overwhelming wrongness mixed with something terrifyingly close to a
