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Mail Order Girl - Commission (Tg/Object)
🕑 Added 2025-10-09 16:00:16 +0000 UTC"Last one," I mumbled as I walked up to the door of the apartment, mail in hand. The final delivery of my run was a half-dollar-sized disc with a shipping label on it. While it was weird that it had no packaging, I had delivered stranger and paid no mind. I flipped the strange plastic disc between my fingers as I knocked on the door, waiting for him to answer, when I got distracted and dropped the disc onto the carpeted hallway floor. In my scramble to catch it, I watched it land on the floor milliseconds before my boot did, stepping squarely on the circle. A loud crack reverberated through my body, and I feared the worst, except the noise wasn't from the disc, but instead it came from inside me.
I tried to move but found myself fully unable to, as if I had rigor mortis. Only my eyes responded to my commands, darting around frantically in hopes someone would help me. The walls started to grow taller, stretching upwards like a bout of vertigo, except much worse. It took me a second to realize the world wasn't getting bigger, but instead I was shrinking, and fast. Panic flooded my mind at this seemingly impossible bending of physics. People didn't just change in size so much, so rapidly. Thoughts bounced around in my head, trying to rationalize the situation I was in.
I felt my limbs shift, forced into other positions against my will. I twisted at my waist, looking over my backside, which I pushed out to accentuate it. I put my hands up in mock claws like a cat about to pounce and opened my mouth in a big smile. The cutesy pose looked ridiculous with my baggy clothes draped over my masculine body, but both were problems the universe was willing to solve as my clothes fell from my body like liquid.
They pooled around my feet, pushing me up a small amount as I felt shoes form. The liquid started to crawl up the legs of my naked body, revealing that high heels had taken the place of my sneakers. The ooze kept on track but didn't form pants like I expected. In fact, it didn't even turn into anything until it reached my ass, where it wedged itself in. It kept pulling as it climbed, forming a tight article of leather clothing that only revealed itself to be a teddy with cups for a generous pair of tits. The design was instantly recognizable as something a Playboy bunny would wear, which somehow made me feel more naked. The wave of advancing fluid flowed down my arms to form cuffs before climbing my neck, leaving a bowtie collar. Done with the clothing, it advanced up my face, and I could feel makeup getting applied beneath it before turning into a bunny ear headband and vanishing.
I had been shrunken, posed, and clothed to be that of a bunny girl anime figurine, which meant only one thing was left: my actual body. As if waiting for this confirmation, a deep warmth permeated from my core, smoothing and softening my skin. I felt the leotard tighten as my hips cracked wider and fat poured into my butt, its peach shape underlined by the pose I was forced into. My chest bulged as flesh poured behind the nipples, making the ridiculously large cups be nearly not enough. My thighs thickened as my calves slimmed to give them a long, sexy appearance. The bulge in my one-piece started to shrink before a pop left my groin flat. My hair extended to be silky and long, perfectly framing my attractive face.
My reflection in the plastic baseboard stared back at me with an unfamiliar face. My transformation was almost done, but I knew it wasn't over. My skin turned a different texture, becoming more matte than natural human translucency. The smell of vinyl burned my nostrils before they too turned into plastic. My clothing and hair stiffened, turning to the same material as my skin and combining with it until I was one seamless piece of polymer. In only a matter of seconds, my life was turned upside down. My eyes didn't portray the cute little bunny girl that had the soul of a man trapped within it, unable to escape the hell he found himself in.
A loud creaking filled the hall as the door I knocked on started to open. "Hello?" The man at the door said, looking around before noticing me. "What the hell?" He chided, "This thing cost me hundreds of dollars and they leave it at the door, unoccupied?" He grabbed me gently, the warmth of his fingers sinking into my newly sensitive body. He admired my craftsmanship, running his fingertip along my curves, causing me to quiver mentally. Without another word to me, he placed me in a glass display next to dozens of other figurines, unaware of the soul in torment within my plastic body. I knew there was no hope of returning and just hoped that he was a good owner.
