Published: Nov 29, 2024

My one-hundred and seventy-third caption, featuring yet another entry in the TransforLife series!

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TransforLife was easily the biggest phone app that had ever existed. Using advanced technology that seemed like something out of science fiction, the app was capable of changing aspects of the user or a consenting third party in incredible ways. While originally built as a machine intended to provide transgender patients with the body of their dreams, the app version had spread like wildfire, allowing people to modify their bodies and lifestyles to their liking. Still, even with the limits, safeguards, and usage tracking built into the app, there were those out there who had learned to jailbreak the app’s functions, allowing them to transform themselves and others into just about anything imaginable. Whether through accidents or malicious use, many people disappeared, never to be seen again…

“Hey man, how are you doing?” An unheard voice asked out loud as two girls approached one another in matching outfits, happy to see each other. There was only one other “person” who could hear the voice coming from the brunette girl’s crotch, which happened to be in the same “state” as them.

“I’m doing alright, I guess…” Another voice asked, coming from the blonde girl’s nether regions. “I hoped there would be more to this. It’s kind of boring.”

“Oh come on, you’ve gotta admit this is pretty awesome!” The first voice practically bellowed from the brunette girl’s crotch, obviously having a much different outlook. “Don’t you think being like this, wedged between our girlfriends’ crotches and asses is as unique as it comes? The warmth? The moisture?”

“Look… I get that you and Cindy are into this stuff, but I really don’t think this is my thing. It’s honestly too overwhelming for me, these sensations. ” The blonde’s panties lamented, not moved by “his” friend’s words. “I’m just looking forward to when this’ll be over now, even if Margaret seems to not mind this at all.”

“Spoil sport… well, at least you only had to do it for one night, right?” Cindy’s panties replied, their voice becoming somewhat sympathetic.

“What do you mean? Margaret said this was going to be extended, not ended.” Her panties answered in confusion, not understanding what he meant.

“Wait… Cindy said on the phone earlier that they were both going to meet up with their boyfriends today. That means we’re getting changed back, right?” The red fabric recalled as quickly as they could, the sudden feeling that something was wrong quickly making itself known in its mind.

“That’s not what I heard on my end. Margaret said they were going to keep us like this a bit longer, and that they would be meeting up with matching outfits today.” The other, pink piece of clothing corrected, a similar feeling manifesting in them. “Now that I think about it… these outfits are kind of revealing, aren’t they? I’ve never seen them wear this stuff before… you don’t think that they-”

The panties were suddenly cut off as they heard their girlfriends calling out to someone, followed by two male voices seconds later. If both of them were still capable of breaking out into cold sweats, they’d be drenched. As it turned out, they’d seemingly be drenched in something far different soon as the four of them flirted with each other, their seemingly former girlfriends responding very positively to the suggestive and borderline lewd things these unknown men were saying to them.

“Is… Is this really happening right now?!” Margaret’s panties practically screamed out, instantly overcome with mental panic. “T-This isn’t right!”

“C-Calm down, man! Just calm down! Maybe there’s a reasonable explanation for all of this!” Cindy’s undergarments tried desperately to calm down, unable to do anything but listen to their friend’s panicked words and the increasingly sexual things being said between the girls and these men.

Eventually, the pair of panties went quiet again, simply observing their girlfriends, now owners, as they followed the men somewhere else. To their fibrous horror, they briefly saw an entrance mat beneath them for one of those “love hotels” in the city, just about nailing in the cold, hard truth of their new situation. If that wasn’t bad enough, both of them were forced to endure sudden gropes from the men as they squeezed their girlfriends’ asses in the elevator up to the room they had paid for.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god… I wanna throw up. I feel so sick, I can’t even describe it.” Margaret’s panties cried, unable to handle the mental and physical torture.

Cindy’s panties couldn’t even think of any words to comfort their friend as the 4+2 entered one of those lavish love hotel rooms, bathed in white light. From what they could hear, the two girls went into the bathroom together to “get ready”, leaving them by themselves (plus their panty passengers) once again.

“Cindy, don’t you think this might be a bit… much?” Margaret remarked, her enthusiasm from before replaced with doubt. “Do they really deserve this?”

“You saw those texts, same as me. Talking to other women, cheating on us.” Cindy argued, pulling against her panties who struggled to figure out who she was talking about. Neither of the two former humans had been talking to other girls, much less cheating on their beautiful girlfriends.

Margaret sighed deeply as Cindy pulled out her phone, opening the TransforLife app back up. “Come on, do it. Let’s teach these bastards a lesson.”

There was another long pause before Margaret pressed her thumb into the screen of the phone, deleting the data for their former boyfriends. A sharp twinge went through the minds of the panties, permanently cutting off their ability to speak to each other and removing any hopes of them being turned back to normal. The two girls, having rendered them as nothing more than clothing, then proceeded to put on their makeup and strut out of the bathroom to their new boyfriends, letting them bend them over and make them theirs. What Margaret didn’t know was that Cindy had fabricated the “texts” between their old boyfriends, wanting the naïve girl to join her out of sexual depravity as the boys ripped off their old boyfriends, nothing but thin, flimsy barriers between their moist lips and their thick, hot cocks…