Made Mannequin - Monthly Vote (Tg/Object)

 "Hi, I'm here for my first day," I told the secretary in the lobby of the studio. "Second door on the left," she said without looking up from her intense game of solitaire. I ignored the rudeness and followed her instructions, entering the studio to find a tall woman who eyed me up and down. "Not our normal type, but I can make it work," she said, "I presume you read through your contract?" "Mhm, yeah," I lied, to be honest, I was so amazed that I had got an actual modeling job that I only skimmed over the contract before signing it and handing it over to the woman. "Great, just stand on that platform and we can begin," she pointed towards a white disc on the ground about the width of a manhole cover.

 "Put your hand on your hip and put your leg forward," she told me, posing in the way she wanted me to. "Shouldn't I be in the clothes I'm modeling?" I asked as I posed. "Don't worry about that, we'll take care of that later," she assured me as she pointed a remote at the disc. She pressed a button and I yelped as a rod rose up and stabbed into my calf. I would've jumped but I couldn't move my body at all. She must've seen the panic in my eyes because she reassured me that it'd be over soon.

 I felt something flow through my body, morphing it as it went. My hair turned black as my scalp tingled until my hair separated from it, becoming a feminine wig with bangs and a cute, white headband. My eyes grew physically wider as my nose and chin sharpened into mature proportions. My shoulders and waist crunched inwards as my hips did the opposite, expanding to be as wide as my shoulders. A heat built up in my chest and I couldn't do anything but watch as my chest began to inflate. Breasts appeared on my rapidly feminizing body and continued to grow until they were the size of my head. The sensation of fat flowing into my body moved towards my thighs and ass, growing them until they were as alluring as my new tits. With a final burning feeling, my genitals receded so that they matched my bombshell body.

 "Great, the first phase is complete," she told me as she looked me up and down, "You're turning out much better than I expected!" I tried to scream for her to stop but I was still fully immobile apart from my eyes. "Begining the final phase," she told me before pressing another button on the remote. My body felt like it was immersed in water as my skin turned shiny. My nipples smoothed out as well as my groin. My nose and mouth were sealed shut as my eyes were coated over to skin tone. My body hardened rapidly as if made of plastic while I hollowed out internally. I was still somehow able to see and was forced to witness seams grow across my thighs, chest, neck, and shoulders, allowing very limited motion but only by another's hand.

 The woman stood back and admired her handiwork, "Another excellent product." She grabbed my body, picking me up with ease before pulling me apart into my seven pieces. She stacked me in a box and waved as she poured packing peanuts over my vision. "Have fun!" She said, muffled by the material before sealing the crate and moving it somewhere.

 Months later I was standing in the front window of a shop dressed in only a white bikini with autumnal accents. The unpleasant feeling of being dissembled and my conscience spread across seven pieces was still fresh in my mind. I stood there, forced to be gawked at by men hoping that I'd eventually wake up from this terrible dream. Thinking back, I should've read that contract because I had no idea how long this gig would last, that is if it had an ending. "Hi, I'm here for my first day," I told the secretary in the lobby of the studio. "Second door on the left," she said without looking up from her intense game of solitaire. I ignored the rudeness and followed her instructions, entering the studio to find a tall woman who eyed me up and down. "Not our normal type, but I can make it work," she said, "I presume you read through your contract?" "Mhm, yeah," I lied, to be honest, I was so amazed that I had got an actual modeling job that I only skimmed over the contract before signing it and handing it over to the woman. "Great, just stand on that platform and we can begin," she pointed towards a white disc on the ground about the width of a manhole cover.

 "Put your hand on your hip and put your leg forward," she told me, posing in the way she wanted me to. "Shouldn't I be in the clothes I'm modeling?" I asked as I posed. "Don't worry about that, we'll take care of that later," she assured me as she pointed a remote at the disc. She pressed a button and I yelped as a rod rose up and stabbed into my calf. I would've jumped but I couldn't move my body at all. She must've seen the panic in my eyes because she reassured me that it'd be over soon.

 I felt something flow through my body, morphing it as it went. My hair turned black as my scalp tingled until my hair separated from it, becoming a feminine wig with bangs and a cute, white headband. My eyes grew physically wider as my nose and chin sharpened into mature proportions. My shoulders and waist crunched inwards as my hips did the opposite, expanding to be as wide as my shoulders. A heat built up in my chest and I couldn't do anything but watch as my chest began to inflate. Breasts appeared on my rapidly feminizing body and continued to grow until they were the size of my head. The sensation of fat flowing into my body moved towards my thighs and ass, growing them until they were as alluring as my new tits. With a final burning feeling, my genitals receded so that they matched my bombshell body.

 "Great, the first phase is complete," she told me as she looked me up and down, "You're turning out much better than I expected!" I tried to scream for her to stop but I was still fully immobile apart from my eyes. "Begining the final phase," she told me before pressing another button on the remote. My body felt like it was immersed in water as my skin turned shiny. My nipples smoothed out as well as my groin. My nose and mouth were sealed shut as my eyes were coated over to skin tone. My body hardened rapidly as if made of plastic while I hollowed out internally. I was still somehow able to see and was forced to witness seams grow across my thighs, chest, neck, and shoulders, allowing very limited motion but only by another's hand.

 The woman stood back and admired her handiwork, "Another excellent product." She grabbed my body, picking me up with ease before pulling me apart into my seven pieces. She stacked me in a box and waved as she poured packing peanuts over my vision. "Have fun!" She said, muffled by the material before sealing the crate and moving it somewhere.

 Months later I was standing in the front window of a shop dressed in only a white bikini with autumnal accents. The unpleasant feeling of being dissembled and my conscience spread across seven pieces was still fresh in my mind. I stood there, forced to be gawked at by men hoping that I'd eventually wake up from this terrible dream. Thinking back, I should've read that contract because I had no idea how long this gig would last, that is if it had an ending.