Acciental Swimsuit TF part 1 + 2 (Patreon)

TF Stickers: when placed on a person, they transform to what they picture in their head. In 48 hours, if the sticker is adhered to them, they will change back, but only if there is adequate space around them. If the sticker is not attached to them at the 48 hour mark, they are stuck forever.

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Part 1:

My name is Amelia, and I’ve always been a tomboy, with a lot of male friends. But there were still some places I wouldn’t join the boys, no matter how tomboyish I considered myself. So when I found a TF Sticker, and a note explaining how it worked on the street, I had an idea. I stood in my room naked, holding the sticker down by my hips. The plan was to put the sticker on my hip so I wouldn’t miss any part of my cock growing out of myself. I was so horny at the thought of becoming a man that my fingers played around my lips and clit, teasing myself, but not fully masturbating. I heard some commotion in the hallway outside of my closed door, but I pushed it out of my mind. With the perfect male body solidly in my head, I slapped the sticker onto my skin. At that exact second, my mother’s loud voice sounded from the hallway. “Where the fuck is my one-piece swimsuit!” Completely against my will and intent, I pictured the swimsuit in my head. My mother wore it a lot so I knew it extremely well. My body started to change, but I didn’t grow a cock like I wanted, but rather my skin started to turn white. The change had an unintended side effect: pleasure rocked through me, throwing my horny 20-year-old body toward an orgasm. It hit while I was still partly human, and hit so hard that I actually squirted, the liquid soaking into the parts of me that were already a swimsuit, and into my discarded clothes on the ground at my feet. Just as the change completed, Anna, my mother, opened the door. Looking around, she saw the suit, aka her daughter, on the ground in a pile of clothes. Her expression brightened and she picked up it, wrinkling her face immediately. “Damn what did that girl DO to this thing, it’s disgusting. I better wash it, I need it for that thing tomorrow. And I should wash these too I guess, gross.” Anna picked up the pile of soiled clothes and tossed them into the washer in the basement. All the while, I was swearing and shouting to myself, completely stunned at what happened. I really hoped the sticker would last through whatever special event mom had planned tomorrow, or I might be stuck like this. Luckily, the sticker did in fact survive the wash, though it lost all color, blending in with the swimsuit. Now all I could do was wait the two days before I turned back, hoping that the sticker would stay on through whatever mom was doing tomorrow...

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Part 2:

I spent the night in the bathroom where my mom dropped me after taking my swimsuit body out of the laundry. I had a good view of the sticker, which had it’s color worn completely off. Its edges were starting to fray, but I had to hold out hope that it would survive. Being stuck as my mom’s swimsuit was not a life I wanted. Now that I was thinking about it, my mom didn’t really like swimming, why did she need a swimsuit so badly? I watched my mom come in and I braced myself for what was going to happen next. She grabbed me unceremoniously and threw me into a plastic bag. It was hard to see what happened next, but I was carried around and tossed somewhere. Then I heard the sound of a car starting and vibrations shook through me. The feeling was so weird that it was disorienting. After a while, the car stopped and my mom grabbed me up and walked for a short while. When she pulled me out of the bag, I saw a bathroom, but not our bathroom. My mom started to strip and I tried to look away. But soon she was pulling me up over her, where I could feel, smell and taste every bit of her body. It hurt, I was pulled so tight that every single fiber of my being was pulled to it’s limit. I thought I had it bad, but then she walked out of the bathroom and walked into the living room of the house, meeting too big burly men, one wearing swim trunks and the other a speedo. Before I could think “what the fuck?” my mom approached them started making out with the speedo guy. Both of the men wrapped their arms around her, grabbing at her boobs and butt through me. I had a front row seat to my mom getting groped by two random men. And I thought just hugging my mom’s naked body was bad. I could even feel and TASTE my own mom’s arousal, it was torture. The three of them got into it, and both of their cocks worked their way out, both of them rubbing over my fabric. I gagged as one of their cocks pressed its way past my fabric at my crotch, and I had to endure the wet sounds of my mom being fucked. Worse than that was when he finished and pulled out, soaking me in their combined liquids. My head was spinning with the disgust of the sweat and bodily fluids. Then my mom stripped me off and threw me across the room, where I saw the sticker flutter to the ground beside me, ruined beyond repair.