Free Advertisement - Cutout TF
Tags: Inanimate, Body modification, Clothing TF, Flattening, Object TF, Caption, Objectification, Bikini
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored version is there as well!If you want to create a caption like this I have all the needed things uploaded on mediafire and don't forget to add…
Personal Information Name: Mia | Age: 25 | Gender: Female | TF-ID: TF-MF25CO Treatment Information Transformation: Cut Out Standee | Date: 09.06.2025 Doctor: Dr. Miranda Keffer | TF Treatmemt: TF Printer Guardian’s Information Name: | Age: | Gender: Notes The procedure went perfectly, as expected. The intern Mia will do a little bit of advertisement overtime... well, we are low on customers, so she would just fool around and get money anyway. She will be put outside shortly. Let's hope it doesn't rain... or it can get difficult... Duration: A week | Next Location: Outside of tf clinic Free Advertisement - Cutout TF I am Mia, 25, an intern at tf clinic. When summer brought fewer patients, my supervisor, Dr. Miranda Keffer, announced we needed cheap advertising, and she had a devious plan. "Mia would make an excellent promotional standee," she decided, eyes locked on me during our staff meeting. She handed me a tiny black bikini and a discount sign. "This wasn't in my fucking internship agreement," I protested, stomach knotting. "Consider it professional development," she replied coldly. "Looks excellent on residency applications." Inside the transformation room, panic seized me as the door sealed shut. FLASH Darkness swallowed me whole. Then loud printer sounds hit my brain. Light returned as my head emerged from the printer. I could see everything but couldn't move, speak, or blink. The printer continued methodically constructing my new form. Dr. Keffer examined me clinically. "Excellent resolution," she murmured, then grabbed industrial scissors and trimmed excess edges. Each snip felt like distant pressure violating but painless. "Looking good," laughed another intern, snapping photos. In the mirror, I saw an anime-inspired caricature of myself with exaggerated curves. Two male techs grabbed me by the edges. Their fingers pressed into my cardboard skin as they carried me through hallways. "Careful with the corners!" Dr. Keffer shouted when they bumped me against a doorframe. I nearly folded down the middle, terrified. They positioned me outside the entrance. "Perfect visibility," one remarked before abandoning me. I stood rigidly upright as people stared at me! On the third night, two men stopped. "Dude, she's fucking perfect for the club," the taller one said. "These standees get stolen all the time. Nobody gives a shit." They folded me slightly to fit into their car. The ride was nauseating every bump threatening to crease me permanently. At their club, one repainted me with white primer. The sensation was like drowning while conscious. He simplified my features, adding crude contours and basic coloring. For weeks, I stood there in my new simplified form. I'm not sure if anyone could recognize me at all.
