TF Commercial - THE ALLCLEANINATOR
Tags: Inanimate, Clothing TF, Swimsuit, Unaware, Permanent, Object TF, Caption, Bikini
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This is a collab with Supperteap don't forget to check her out. Here is her part of the collab. (She has some interesting CYOA's you can try out. Just don't be sad if you get a bad ending.) TF Commercial - THE ALLCLEANINATOR Kira brushed her long black hair from her face as she approached the address. A garage. "Seriously?" The email promised one thousand dollars for a simple modeling gig and with no experience necessary! Just sign here, initial there and standard liability release. "Whatever... Money is still money." "Hello? I'm here about the modeling job?" Kira called out, stepping into the converted garage space. A woman with ginger hair cut in a bob was adjusting lighting equipment. She moved with confidence in her crisp white shirt. "Perfect timing! I'm Max. We're just setting up." She didn't look up from the camera she was fiddling with. A thin man with glasses approached Kira, thrusting a black swimsuit into her hands. "Changing area's behind that curtain. Put this on and meet us by the green screen." The swimsuit had visible stains. "Shouldn't this be clean for a commercial?" "That's literally the point of today's shoot," he sighed. "Just go change." Minutes later, Kira stood awkwardly on a mark, the ill-fitting swimsuit clinging uncomfortably to her curves. "Stand still and look sexy," the assistant whispered. "Don't talk, just pose." Max positioned herself in front of the camera. "Action!" "Hello everyone!" Max's voice boomed with infomercial enthusiasm. "Today the new most technological progressive one-hundred percent American TF Company presents you the... ALL... CLEAN...NINATOR!" She showe something what looked like a modified handheld fan with a single button and an intensity dial labeled 'CLEAN!' "Let me show you!" Max dipped a pristine white cloth into a bowl of red bolognese sauce, pulling it out completely soaked and stained. "Oh no! It's all stained! But don't worry, we have the ALLCLEANINATOR to help with this problem." Max aimed the device at the cloth and pressed the button. The fan whirred to life, and bizarrely, the sauce began disappearing. "Look at that, folks! It's a steal for the money! And you can get it for fifty percent less if you call now!" Kira maintained her pose, trying not to roll her eyes. "Not impressed? Then let me show you with my assistant!" Max approached Kira, whispering, "Stay perfectly still." She turned the intensity dial to what she thought was minimum and pointed the device at the stained swimsuit Kira wore. The machine whirred louder. Wind blasted against Kira's body with unexpected force. The stains disappeared instantly, but something was terribly wrong. Kira tried to speak but couldn't. Her limbs felt impossibly light. Her body tingled intensely, then burned from within. "Whaaaa..." Kira attempted to scream, but her voice compressed into nothingness. Her skin cracked then softened. Her cells liquefied and restructured. Her consciousness stretched thin across a flat plane. Her arms dissolved into the sides of her torso. Her legs melted together. Her face flattened and spread across what had been her chest. In an instant, Kira wasn't standing there anymore. Only the swimsuit remained, collapsing to the floor. "Holy shit!" Max panicked, glaring at her assistant. "What happened?" The assistant pointed frantically at the dial set to maximum, not minimum.Max turned back to the still-rolling camera, her face pale. "You see, it's sooo good it will clean even clothes from bad owners!" She forced an awkward laugh. Pre-recorded laughter played by a speaker. "Well," Max continued, picking up the swimsuit from the floor, "my assistant went away, so I should wear the swimsuit to prove it works!" Kira couldn't scream. Couldn't move. Her consciousness was spread throughout the fabric. She felt herself being lifted, stretched and handled. She wasn't 'gone' she just became the swimsuit. The device doesn't clean the stains it merged her with the swimsuit, reshaping and combining them into one entity. Max slipped behind a curtain then emerged wearing Kira. The sensation of another body inside her was indescribable. Kira felt warmth spread through her fabric being. Max's skin pressed against every part of her. She could feel the woman's heartbeat, her breathing, her sweat. Max finished the commercial, standing uncomfortably. "You see folks, prime cleaner, no stains, and ready to be worn again! No more pain with dirty laundry, only for $99.99 with our fifty percent discount!" "Cut!" someone yelled. Inside her fabric prison, Kira screamed silently. She wanted her fucking body back. "What the fuck happened?" Max hissed, tugging at the swimsuit uncomfortably. "You selected the max option, dumbass!" The assistant gestured wildly at the dial. "How was I supposed to know that would happen? It wasn't even labeled properly!" "It literally says 'clean' with a scale from min to max!" Max ran her hands through her ginger hair. "Fuck. Where is she? Like, in a container somewhere?" "No,"
