Accidental, Permanent Condom (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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As I walked through the crowded club, my hand slipped up my blouse, playing with the several TF Sticks I had plastered to my midriff. I learned that by applying one before the first expired, I could ‘pause’ the 2-day timer. So suffice to say that the short, sexy, curvy female body I walked around in was not my own. I loved the TF stickers. A couple of my friends even tried to stage an intervention for me. They aren’t my friends anymore. Getting bored of the club, I wandered off to the woman’s restroom, already planning out my next transformation, playing with the sticker in my fingers. I walked up to the mirror, staring at the sexy not-me face looking back at me. I couldn’t help but smile, my crotch starting to leak with arousal, such was my obsession with the stickers. The sink was right next to one of the stalls, and I heard movement, though I didn’t think anything of it. I pictured my next form in my head and applied the sticker to my skin. Right as I did, I heard a whispered female voice from the stall: “Wait, do you have a condom?” Hearing that word, I couldn’t stop myself from picturing it in my head. I had been doing this long enough to know what was happening next. As my body started to shift and change, I panicked, knowing that I was shifting into a condom rather than the sexy black woman I planned on. Soon I flopped down the the ground, bouncing just a bit to land at the base of the stall’s divider. I could see up underneath now. A man and woman, clearly drunk and/or high, were in there together in a state of half-dress, their clothes hastily pulled up or down. The woman looked down at me: “Oh, um, thank you out there!” she said and scooped me up without delay. Before I knew it she was rolling me down his cock, which felt to me like he was simultaneously fucking the pussy AND mouth from my most recent body. I could taste him, and it was clear he hadn’t taken a shower since this morning, probably twelve hours ago. The stretch of my body was intense and painful, every fiber of my being pulled to the extreme. My attention was quickly drawn to her as she pushed her panties aside, her hungry slit clearly ready for us. We pressed against her moist womanhood, desperately, and not-too-carefully, seeking entrance. Before I knew it I was buried inside her, the last thing I saw was the TF Sticker fluttering to the ground of the dirty bathroom...