Rented Out - Mousepad TF
Tags: Inanimate, Object TF, Caption, Objectification
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Personal Information Name: Emi | Age: 21 | Gender: Female| TF-ID: TF-EF21MP Treatment Information Transformation: Mousepad | Date: 23.09.2025 Doctor: Dr. Rita Klock | TF Treatmemt: Old TF Booth Guardian’s Information Name: | Age: | Gender: Notes Well, we got the free loader, she wrote the wrong address for the bills, and we got a notice from an old lady. The procedure went well. We used the old TF booth. Any changes to her form on the mousepad will be permanent after she returns to her human form. Duration: Permanent *Until returned | Next Location: Rental Service Rented Out - Mousepad TF I am Emi, twenty-one and I made a big mistake. The TF clinic never caught onto my address scamming until my tenth procedure. Random elderly addresses worked perfectly for billing until that fateful congratulatory letter arrived. Dr. Rita Klock greeted me with a suspiciously sweet smile, congratulating me on the 10th free procedure. The booth looked ancient compared to previous visits, but free procedures meant ignoring red flags, it's free after all. Once activated, something felt immediately wrong. Unlike past transformations, this one progressed differently. My limbs melted completely away. A white foam cushion erupted from my back, expanding rapidly while I sank into its surface. Only my breasts remained. "Surprise, little scammer," Dr. Klock laughed through the intercom. "We discovered your billing fraud. Some poor grandmother has been paying your treatments." The staff gathered around my mousepad form, cackling wickedly. "Interactive gaming accessory with realistic features," one technician noted.They packaged me for the rental service immediately. Twenty dollars a month was the insulting price tag of 20 bucks, which stung worse than the transformation itself. The classification read "Interactive Mousepad Durable Material." Rental hell commenced instantly. Gamers grabbed my exposed breasts constantly, their sweaty palms grinding against my sensitive nipples. Hours of mouse movements across my surface created permanent scratches and stains. Early renters masturbated directly onto my form before shoving me into dishwashers, the scalding water and harsh detergents slowly eroding my facial features. One creative bastard painted over my fading face, thinking tribal designs looked cool. I watched helplessly through the paint layers as my identity disappeared. Months blurred together through countless rentals until returning to the clinic. Staff gasped at my decayed condition, realizing they'd selected 'rent until unusable' duration. Now I pray they can restore my features properly, or I'll look ridiculous forever.
