Some Mock Cosplayers, inanimate mouse-pad Tf

Phoebe snuck her way through the crows of the convention, her friend long lost into the crowd by now. Her friend Jessie earned free tickets to a Comicon like convention and invited Phoebe along with her. But now Jessie had left Phoebe to wonder the convention by herself.

Much to her annoyance as Phoebe didn’t enjoy the noise and people that she was surrounded by. Now by her lonesome she would make her way though to a more secluded area, with only a few cosplayers hanging around the area.

Phoebe leaned against the wall, decompressing for a moment. Then a guy in a Astolfo costume sat down near to her. Looking over she couldn’t help but let out a laugh at his attire. It was admittedly cheep and poorly crafted, although he clearly made it with care. Which made her reaction more rude, and worse for her was that the cosplayer heard her subtle mockery of his costume.

Phoebe realized her mistake the moment the femboy looked over at her. Clearly upset he said to her

“Hey? What’s so funny?! Got anything you’d like to say to me?”

Realizing her mistake, Phoebe sheepishly replies

“Oh… my bad I thought you errm couldn’t hear me.”

“So? I clearly heard you laugh at me. Was it my cosplay? The hell?”

“No it’s just… your cosplay isn’t… stellar. But it’s still good I swear.”

“WOOO… you know what.. to hell with you asshole.”

The cosplayer quickly slipped a vial of powder from his bag, to which Phoebe got a face full of it before she could say anything further. Leaving her to transform in a cloud of purple mist. Once she was done transforming, much to the Astolfo’s delight, she had transformed into a mousepad. An astolfo mousepad, one with a protruded ass that normally gets sold to weebs and perverts.

Walking over, the cosplayer scooped the mousepad up. Excitedly observing it and saying

“My my, look how amazing you turned out. Think I might keep you myself, normally sell assholes like you to vendors but you turned out so perfectly.”

Phoebe was quickly tossed into his bag, left in confusion as to what had happened and what she had become. Her afternoon consisted of being shaken around in a dark bag before eventually being dragged out hours later. She was brought face to face with the cosplayer. Who by now was home and getting into his normal femboy attire. (Rather than his more spicy femboy cosplay) Phoebe was shaken by the booming voice above her saying

“Heeeey random lady, you ready to apologize for sneering at my cosplay? Hmm?”

“Wha… what the hell did you do to me??!? You can’t just Transform people like tha-“

“Aaaaand silenced. Man why do annoying people always complain so much? Like I had another girl I turned into my underwear for this cosplay and she just kept yammering on about how “that’s illegal” and “you can’t just turn people into clothing.” Ugh, it’s so annoying. Maybe if guys prepared for a Transformation when out in public better, y’all wouldn’t be in this predicament.”

Phoebe watched in horror as the femboy rambled on and on. All while still dangling her light body in the air. Eventually his rant subsided and Phoebe was gently placed onto his desk. The gaming mouse dropping on top of her moments later.

“Welp, looks like you work, not really sure how you could mess it up but oh well.” Phoebe heard above her as she felt his hand land down at mouse. His wrist sat comfortably against her protruded rear. Despite only being mildly compressed from his hand, Phoebe revived an unwarranted bout of pleasure from him.

The femboy would game for a few hours, not even acknowledging his little friend trapped under his hand. Phoebe remained similarly silent as she tried not making a peep in the presence of the giant above her. Hoping that she could somehow escape this.

Her thoughts and plans to try and escape would be drowned out as the femboy unexpectedly grabbed at her protrusion. Sending a cavalcade of pleasure to Phoebe as she let out stifled moans. Much to the enjoyment of her captor.

“Enjoying yourself down there? Hard to tell” Phoebe heard above her. The sarcastic words however fell right off her as her mind was racked with confused thoughts and erotic feelings as the femboy continuously grabbed her ends.

Eventually The femboy stopped, if only to go back to gaming and leave the mousepad girl to stew in pleasure. After a few hours he would finish his gaming. Walking away to leave his many Tf’ed buddies behind to chill in his room. Phoebe would remain his mousepad for quite some time from that day on…