Inanimate TF
For stories that have someone turned into something immobile.
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Kimmy was in dire need of a break. Between work, her social life, and other obligations, she had been run-down entirely, her internal battery completely drained. To be able to turn off and not think for a little while would have been perfect. Fortunately for her, that exact opportunity was available. It was a new
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It was difficult for Agent and Vanessa to perform each other’s hobbies as a showing of mutual understanding. Vanessa’s limited understanding of mortal technology and a lack of patience for comic books that did not double as erotic fiction were her own undoing. Meanwhile, Vanessa’s hobbies—transforming others, utilizing the powers cosmic, occasionally messing with reality
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Being the king of a digital realm was tough, Basil thought to himself. The self-proclaimed hopping mad king was too powerful to be trifled by would-be adventurers hoping to strike down the final boss of their adventure. Mere gnats, really, to be flattened, devoured, shrunk, or otherwise tormented into a premature game over. There wasn’t
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Dawn idly rocked on her stool, bored on the job. Forbidden Arts, the premiere adult needs store, was experiencing a slow day in sales, currently serving no customers at this time. This left Dawn to sit behind the counter as she waited for a new client, and her coworker Caterina, an Italian maiden who served
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Vanessa was not technologically literate in the slightest. The witch had no need to work with human contraptions, able to merely conjure up anything she wished whenever she wished it. Of the items she did enjoy that were made by humans, only projectors and rotary phones made the list-the former for introducing cartoons into the
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Friendly meet-ups were an exciting time for Agent, in part because of how few he was invited to. It wasn’t deliberate; schedules and distance tended to factor into his social fun, as did his consistent anxiety. At least Vanessa was around constantly, though he was more the object of her attention than an equal, a
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Kimmy examined herself in the mirror, pouring over every minute detail of her face. She sighed at what she had seen, and how it had refused to go away. Her basic appearance wasn’t the issue. She adored her red hair, her freckles, and other similar features that made Kimmy “Kimmy”. That wasn’t the problem; it
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Vanessa had absolutely zero expectations of her body’s figure. While she typically kept her lean body and “supple” breasts and butt as a default, she had also gone as far as to both shrink and expand herself where applicable. Mostly out of perverse investigation, although she couldn’t help but enjoy her larger shapes as well.
Into the Vanessaverse 