Please Touch the Merchandise - Commission (Tg/Object)

 "I think you two are going to be perfect!" The witch cackled as you and your friend started to change, "It's always so easy to lure mortals in with a body like mine, you'll see soon enough." You looked over to your friend, your scared eyes meeting his. "Uh uh uh," the witch said, snapping her fingers and making you look back at her. "Let's start with that dreadful body of yours," she told you as she manipulated her hands to mold you like clay. "First, we have to get rid of that terrible hair of yours," she told you as you felt your shortly trimmed hair extend to your shoulders. "Hmm, I'm thinking maybe a cute pink bob for you, and for your friend here, I would say ass-length blonde." You heard your friend whimper, still able to make noises. "Seeing the both of you now, I think I know exactly what to make of your pathetic bodies."

 She continued her sculpting of you and your pal, talking all the while, "Now, let's get something for the boys." You felt a burbling in your chest but found yourself unable to look down. She answered your unspoken question, "You feel that? That's your new breasts and let me just say they're impressive. I couldn't decide who to give the bigger ones to I thought to make you both equal, you know, to prevent jealousy." She reached out, squeezing you and your friend's new tits causing the both of you to moan in pleasure. "Next step, those pudgy guts of yours," she laughed as she moved the transformation further down your body, "The boys like a snatched waist, I'm sure the both of you would agree if you could speak." You could feel the strain on your stomach as it constricted, becoming taut and strong.

 "First your lower half, then we can get to the truly good stuff," she chortled, staring at your groin. "Your hips are much too narrow, you couldn't possibly call that an ass." Another snap of her fingers and you felt a lead weight in your hips. "Hear that cracking? That's your pelvis widening? Don't worry, I wouldn't leave you so boney," She told you, a smirk on her face, "Let that doughy goodness fill you out, doesn't it feel good to feel your ass grow? Think about all the attention you would get with a peach like that." You feared what was coming as her eyes twinkled with malevolence, "And now for the pièce de résistance, that hideous thing between your legs. That has no place on such a pretty lady like yourself." You and your friend screamed in your throats, unable to open your mouth, as your sex inverted.

 "Phase one is now over," she told the both of you, "Oh did, you think I was just gonna turn you into bombshell women? Of course not, you sillies." She forcibly turned you to your friend and you were met with a naked blonde woman who you would've killed to get your hands on, had you not known she was your friend. "Like what I did? I made your friend into Mythra!" She told you, getting in your face, "And you my dear, are Pyra! I was gonna ask if you knew of them, but then I remembered that I don't care!" "Now, for posing," she spoke with another snap of her fingers. "I want to see that hand on your hips and your leg slightly to the side," she crooned to your friend who did exactly what she requested before turning to you, "As for you, give me a little salute and put your other hand flat, make sure you stick your ass out." Unable to resist, you did exactly as she said, feeling lewd and provocative.

 "What's next," she mused tapping her finger against her chin, "Right! Clothes!" You felt a compressing sensation on your body as clothes formed, although judging by the breeze and your friend, the clothes didn't cover much. "You two look so cute in your little leotards and those bunny ears really sell the whole 'Playboy' aesthetic." You do nothing but stare at your friend, unwelcomely attracted to his new body. "Do you smell that?" She gloated, "I love the smell of vinyl, it tells me that you both are almost done." You watched as your friend's skin turned shiny, gaining an inhuman sheen that you most definitely also had. "I always wondered what it would be like to be plastic," she thought aloud, "But then again, there's no way to turn back after being converted, so I guess it's a mystery that I'll never solve. Now for the shrinking!" Your vision began to sink as your body grew smaller, after a few seconds you were at eye level with your friend but could tell he was no more than ten or so inches tall.

 She grabbed the both of you, your synthetic bodies forced to keep smiling at her. "I'm thinking you two will fetch me a good price, especially as a pair," she bragged, impressed by her handiwork, "And don't worry your silly little heads about your previous lives. After a few days on my shelves, you'll stop caring about your pasts and come to love being my merchandise. In fact, you should probably be feeling pleasure by me just acknowledging your existence." Now that she pointed it out, you had to admit she was right, just being looked at was enough to drive you near the edge. She packed the both of you up into boxes designed just for you and put you in a nearby closet with dozens of other figurines. "Welp, I have a listing to make, so why don't you two just sit tight," she mocked as if you could have moved if you wanted.

 It was a few days before the closet door was reopened when she fished you and your friend out, although by now you didn't see him as a friend, but as part of your set. "Man, days without any attention, this should feel like the greatest orgasm of your pathetic lives," she gibed, "I want you both to know that you should be proud, you made me quite a paycheck." You couldn't help but feel good knowing that you were worth so much. This feeling of satisfaction stayed on your mind as she placed you and your friend in a box. "This will probably be the last time anyone ever talks to you, a life of nothing but being stared at awaits. So with that, I bid you farewell, my little figurines." And with that final statement, a pile of packing peanuts covered your vision, only to be moved again by your new owner.