Finishing F1nn (Femboy Ball/Woman Balloon TF)

***It should be noted the following is referred to as a femboy not for derogatory means but because at a time when the images are set to take place referred to themselves as such.***

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You could do little but stare in disbelief as you watched what unfolded on screen. The subtle tagline of a Fem'boy' in trouble having caught your eye as you scrolled. A pop-up appearing before you. **A silly squishable Femboy trapped in your feed?~ What's one to do?~ Type your desire below!**



As you stared at the line you couldn't help but smile slightly watching the pale skinned cutie on your screen and imagining how you'd mold them.



"Hmmmm. . ." You spoke aloud as you typed each word "Grip this simple dolt and smush them cartoonishly against the screen before giving them a 'simple' shape to 'round' them out~"



As you giggled and hit send, you couldn't help but start typing another line, the words 'condense the dense femboy' and 'bring me that one inflated ego of my writer friend too for all the world to see and make her swell~.' Leaving your input line faster than most could even read what was written.



Your eyes quickly widened shortly after you hit send once more. A hand reached out and grabbed the femboy, yanking them towards the screen til their cheek and nose were smushed against it amongst other things. The sight of which revealing they truly were trapped on your screen as they let out a series of 'Hrnngs!" And "mrrnngs?!" A loud chorus of rubber squeaks and squelches echoing as they were swiftly reduced to a mere sphere.



As more time passed invisible forces began swiftly crushing and condensing the sphere more and more reducing its features, all the while a certain familiar air head along with matching balloons began to bob and flow onto the screen. Congratulating the lucky winner of the smushed up femboy. A banner scrolling across stating they'd receive their prize and balloons in the mail soon.



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Approximately a week had passed since the strange phone screen event, but You couldn't truly believe what had occurred.. . That was until you got called in to pick up a package that had been delivered to the wrong place. A certain dimwitted airhead floating along. The trio of balloons weighed down by a perfectly well rounded example of a femboy~