Cheap Tickets - Boxification
Tags: Inanimate, Object TF, Caption, Shapechange, Objectification, Squishy, Gender bend, Feminization, MTF
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The laptop screen glowed at two in the morning and Stella's eyes burned from staring at vacation packages. The first year of college was finally over and her brain felt like scrambled eggs from cramming for finals. She deserved a beach. She deserved sangria. She deserved something other than ramen noodles and stress, even if her bank account disagreed. Majorca appeared in her search with hotel prices that made her blink. Suspiciously cheap but suspicious and cheap defined her entire existence as a broke student, so she booked a week before doubt could creep in. Now she needed plane tickets and the website was already ahead of her. A popup flashed with red letters demanding attention "LIMITED TIME ONLY!!! Round trip. Forty-five dollars." 'That cannot be real.' She searched for the catch in the fine print but found nothing. 'Maybe extra seats to fill or some promotional bs?' She booked it and leaned back with satisfaction warming her chest. Majorca here she comes. Three weeks later, Stella stood in the airport with one small bag containing basic clothes and toiletries. Her confirmation email instructed her to report to the information station, which seemed odd since everything was digital nowadays, but budget airlines had weird requirements. The receptionist was a woman in her forties with a painfully tight ponytail and a nametag reading MARGARET. Her eyes moved over Stella like a butcher assessing meat. 'Another one who skipped the terms and conditions... they never read...' "Forty-five-dollar ticket? Follow me." They walked through a door marked STAFF ONLY and down a corridor that smelled like cleaning chemicals mixed with something plasticky underneath. The small white room at the end contained a machine that looked like a hybrid between an MRI scanner and a trash compactor with thick glass walls humming with quiet power. Margaret took her bag and set it aside. "Strip completely. All clothing and undergarments." 'What the fuck?' Heat rushed to Stella's face. She tried refusing, but Margaret explained flatly that this was required for her ticket class and she could comply or forfeit her payment. Forty-five dollars suddenly felt like serious money to waste. Her shirt came off first with trembling fingers. Then jeans. Standing in just her cotton bra and panties, she looked at Margaret hopefully, but the woman's expression remained stone. The bra unhooked and her modest breasts bounced free with nipples stiffening in the cold air. Panties slid down and pooled at her ankles. Completely naked in front of a stranger in a chemical smelling back room. Not the vacation start she imagined. "Step inside and close your eyes." The machine hummed louder when she entered. Glass sealed behind her with a pneumatic hiss. She closed her eyes and tried steadying her breath. Hissing filled the chamber. Chemical smells flooded her nose. Sharp and artificial like heated plastic. Then warmth bloomed inside her body. Not uncomfortable initially. Like a heating blanket that had somehow gotten underneath her skin and was radiating outward from her bones through her muscles and organs until every cell gently vibrated. Then pressure. 'Are the walls moving?' Her eyes snapped open and her stomach dropped. Her legs were no longer legs. They had been compressed and flattened until her feet pressed against her thighs pressed against her hips and everything below her waist had become a solid rectangular mass of flesh that felt dense and strange and completely wrong. The machine continued with mechanical indifference to her screaming. Pressure increased and her arms pulled toward her torso. She watched fingers merge with sides of her body. Watched elbows fold in directions elbows should never fold. **SQUELCH** CRRRK Sounds of her body rearranging filled her ears. Wet fleshy noises mixed with mechanical hums as elastic bones reshaped into impossible anatomy. Condensing while flesh wrapped around them like shrink wrap molding to a package. The sensation defied description. Not painful exactly but just wrong. She felt organs sliding against each other as they squeezed into tighter arrangements. Lungs compressed until breathing became shallow and strange. Heart squeezed compact but kept beating steadily, as if it did not care about the rest of her becoming a cube. 'Bodies do not do this. This is not real.. I must be dreaming!' Her torso flattened and she watched breasts squash downward against a chest no longer shaped like a chest. Soft mounds spread and compressed until barely raised surfaces remained. Nipples still visible. Still sensitive. Cold air hitting them felt bizarre because they were no longer where they belonged. The strangest part was feeling everything at once. Her compressed pussy registered the cool air touching it from below. Her flattened ass felt pressure from her own weight settling. Every nerve ending had been squeezed closer together which made sensation almost unbearably intense. Compression stopped at her neck. Her head re
