Transcript Start<br /><br />Silently breaking the lock, you listen carefully for anything amiss before pushing open the door, slinking inside with your partner close behind, ready to bag and tag whatever wasn't nailed down.<br /><br />Silent shadows of the night, the two of you were renowned in the criminal underworld and an infamous thorn in the sides of the law, master thieves with a flawless track record, and tonight seemed no different. Yet another rich man's house to pick clean.<br /><br />But before you could get to picking the lock on the safe, something tugs hard on your shoulders, sending you flying backwards and spinning you around as you slam into your accomplice face first, pushing him back as he cries out in panic and disgust with your lips against his, stifling his groans of disgust as he struggles to get you off of him, feeling callused hands against bare skin.<br /><br />Whatever had managed to puppeteer you had also seen fit to relieve the two of you of all your gear and clothes down to even the underwear, leaving you two glued together butt naked.<br /><br />As much as you wanted to remove yourself from him, you were stuck in a compromising position hugging him like a needy child with your arms slung around his shoulders and your legs wrapped around his waist. Coupled with his rabid trashing, it didn&#8217;t help to improve the image at all.<br /><br />&#8216;So the renowned pair of rats have come at last. Unfortunately for you two, I don&#8217;t have much time on my hands so let&#8217;s make this quick, I want you two looking presentable by the time I get back tonight! I have very specific tastes for visitors to the bedroom, after all~&#8217;<br /><br />Before either of you could say a word to the disembodied woman whose voice seemed to be echoing within your minds. Strange sensations begin to assault you as you feel yourself melt away, your skin and flesh rippling like peach colored jello into a malleable paste, sinking slowly into your comrade as his screams become muffled with your face fusing into his like a scene straight out of a horror flick, depriving you of your senses as you panic in the dark, helpless to do anything as your body shrinks down, the prickling fire on your skin slowly fading away as your organic goop reforms into inanimate threads of soft silk and cotton, losing more and more of yourself as your body splits in half. Fragmenting your senses and making it much harder to focus and think as the last bits of your hair vanish under the spot where your friend's face once was, now a featureless blob of liquid flesh.<br /><br />You were furious and terrified at the same time, trying in vain to will your unresponsive body to move, unaware of how your arms had been reduced to simple straps, your chest; a fancy bra top decorated in floral flair and your waist compacted into a sleek matching set of panties with the rest of your body already absorbed into the vaguely humanoid shape that was once your friend. His muffled screams and cries long silenced. Only vague twitches and spasms indicating that he was still alive under it all as he undergoes his own transformation into someone else entirely. A more preferable fate than the lifeless sexy underwear you had ended up as.<br /><br />The invisible force from before returns once more, grabbing ahold of your delicate new form as they unclasp your behind, placing you firmly around the naked humanoid blob as you feel the slightest hint of your smooth fabric sliding you up its legs and around wide set hips, wrapping your supportive top around their body before redoing your buttons. Completing the first stage as the hands move to work on the wearer of such beautiful underwear, massaging and squeezing your friend like a clay doll as his masculine shape soon gives way to a decisively feminine figure, sporting a voluptuous hourglass shape coated over in creamy smooth skin as the invisible sculptor kneads and presses flesh into new positions, crafting child birthing hips and rising valleys of tender flesh and fat.<br /><br />Lanky pillars give way to alluring legs ripe with fat, between which sits a thick pair of lips pressing up against you to form a tantalizing cameltoe where something hard once stood, cheeky fingers making sure to probe and mould the juicy innards to it&#8217;s masters preferences with an erotic squirt of ejaculate soon soaking you thoroughly as her hips buck and contort in need, thick branches reform into sculpted arms ending in dainty digits, a hardened abdomen softening down to a tubby navel with the clear indentations of lean muscle pressing up against the skin, begging to be licked, chiselled abs pulled out and massaged into a healthy pair of perky double-D&#8217;s tipped with cute pink inverted nips to fill your hollow cups nicely, your supportive body helping push them up to look even bigger than they already were as a beauty mark manifests over her right breast like an artists signature. To finish it off, a couple of slaps over the diminutive rear soon helps it flower into a perfectly squeezable derriere as your fabric rides up between the plump cheeks.<br /><br />And with a forceful grip applying pressure over the mannequins featureless head, a healthy head of silver hair begins to flow forth from the scalp, framing the beginnings of a demure visage as pouty lips open for the first time, an erotic moan escaping from within, the airy breaths of a maiden in need beginning to fill the room with the formation of a tiny button of a nose between lean almond shaped eyes as they flutter open, emerald green pearls eyeing up her reflection in vapid wonder as a blue hair tie flies out from the drawer to do up her hair into a cute braid, completing her look as control returns to the transfigured thief. Bounding over to the mirror to take a better look at herself, her former mission and identity all but a forgotten dream at this point. After all, how could someone as dumb as her hope to break into a house? Much less sneak in with how thick and clumsy her nubile young body was. She was made to please the Mistress, and that was all she knew, all she needed to know. Anything else was unnecessary baggage.<br /><br />Somewhere along the line though, your inner turmoil had already been thoroughly snuffed out, replaced with an odd sense of satisfaction as you felt your wearer giggle about how comfortable you were and how it made her &#8216;feel so good&#8217;, eager fingers fiddling with you as she adjusted a strap here and there, feeling the fabric of your lower half moisten a tad bit more as an adventurous finger flicks at a twitching clit, eliciting needy whispers and lustful moans that in turn, made you feel that much more happier. Being worn was your purpose in life, and if your owners were happy, then so were you. It was a simple concept made that much more gratifying when you were worn by a matching partner, like this buxom young woman.<br /><br />But when the Mistress would return this evening, there was a high likelihood that you would be simply tossed aside on the floor once she begins breaking in her newest toy, lying forgotten on the floor as your owner partakes in the best night of sex she will ever have. You had no qualms with that of course. It was the natural way of things for clothing like you; to be worn until you broke or no longer fit. 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