New Acquisition - Bed TF
Tags: Inanimate, Permanent, Object TF, Caption, Shapechange, Objectification, Furniture TF
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! New Acquisition - Bed TF(Commission cap for gadiwdiadwda)Aidan stared at the judge, his mouth bone-dry as the verdic…
(Commission cap for gadiwdiadwda) Aidan stared at the judge, his mouth bone-dry as the verdict was announced. The courtroom remained eerily quiet, save for the scratching of the stenographer's fingers against keys. The overcrowded prison system had implemented a new solution that made Aidan's skin crawl. "Due to facility constraints and the Repurpose Initiative Act, the defendant will be processed as commercial material and rights terminated under Section 219," the judge declared, not even looking up from his papers. 'This can't be happening. They're going to turn me into... something?' Aidan's thoughts raced wildly as two enforcement officers grabbed his arms. The processing center smelled of antiseptic and machinery oil. A technician with cold eyes and a clipboard examined him without acknowledging his humanity. "Strip," the man ordered flatly. Aidan's trembling fingers removed his clothing while the technician typed specifications into a terminal. The cold air raised goosebumps across his flesh as he stood naked, exposed, vulnerable. "Got an order for standard white mattress, single-layer memory foam," the technician announced to no one in particular. He finally locked eyes with Aidan. "Hope your new life is more comfortable than the one you wasted with your crimes." The machine door slid open with a pneumatic hiss. Aidan tried to resist but was shoved inside the cylindrical chamber. The door sealed shut with finality. 'Please no! Please no! Please...' His internal pleas cut short as liquid foam began spraying from multiple nozzles. The substance engulfed him, simultaneously burning and freezing. His skin prickled intensely, each follicle screaming as they dissolved into the forming substrate. His muscles seized, contracting painfully before turning thick. Aidan felt his jaw dislocate, mouth stretching unnaturally wide as his skull began to soften. Pain rippled through his abdomen as internal organs liquefied and rearranged. His intestines unwound and flattened, spreading throughout his transforming body. His heart pounded erratically, each beat slower than the last, until it simply dispersed into the foam matrix. His spine wiggled, dissolving entirely into the forming foam substate. His chest softened and expanded outward, creating the flat surface of what was becoming a mattress. "Nnnggghhh!" The sound emerged distorted as his throat reconstructed itself, vocal cords disappearing into the homogeneous material. His tongue melted against the roof of his mouth, taste buds now tasting only the chemical flavor of the foam. His skin stretched tight, whitening and becoming spongy. The burning sensation intensified as his skin turned into fabric. Arms and legs lost definition, merging with his torso into a rectangular form. Most horrifying of all, consciousness remained intact as his brain functions dispersed throughout the forming mattress structure. No central nervous system remained, yet somehow he still felt everything. His awareness spread evenly throughout his new form, every square inch capable of sensation. Aidan felt himself falling backward, hitting the floor with a distinctive thump-swoosh sound of compressed air escaping foam. His vision was fixed upward, and he was unable to blink or turn. The technician loomed over him, nodding with professional satisfaction. "Processing complete. Standard single mattress, ready for packaging." A robotic arm lifted the mattress onto a conveyor belt. Mechanical rollers compressed him, forcing out air as industrial plastic wrapping sealed around his form. The pressure was immense, like being crushed from all sides. The technician attached a small plastic packet to the wrapping. Inside was Aidan's driver's license, birth certificate, and a small card labeled 'Certificate of Processing - Prisoner #43472 - Aidan Mitchell - Age 29 - Crime: Embezzlement.' Darkness enveloped him as he was inserted into a cardboard box, his new coffin put between multiple similar mattresses all having the same tag just different fates. Time lost meaning in the sensory deprivation of packaging. No hunger, no thirst, just unending consciousness trapped in foam. Eventually, motion. The sensation of being lifted, transported. The rumble of vehicles. Then stillness again. Light suddenly flooded his fixed vision as packaging tore away. A woman with vibrant crimson hair and striking violet eyes looked down at him. She wore black lace lingerie that barely contained her curves. 'Help me!' Aidan tried to scream, but no sound emerged from his foam body. She yanked him from the packaging and dropped him unceremoniously to the hardwood floor. The woman stepped onto him, her bare feet pressing into his surface. The sensation was bizarrely pleasurable, the pressure points activating something in his transformed nervous system. "Mmm, another prisoner mattress," she purred, digging her toes into him. "Got you at the disposal auction for next to nothing." She traced circular patterns with her foot, occasio
