Openly Sourced: An Open Source Objects TF Saga

Suck It Up

Suck It Up: Sippy Cup TF/MTF/MC

[Warning: This Chapter Contains Body Horror, Blood and Gore, Coughing Up Blood, Vomiting Up Blood and Organs, Screaming, Crying, Strong Language, LGBTQ+ Themes, Grief/Loss, Mental Regression, Workaholism, and Minor Spoilers from Open Source Objects. You have been warned.]

Simon Cullen, 30, has been looking for Purro, who has suddenly ran off after breakfast. Simon has always been a serious guy, no, he's overly serious who is a workaholic.

Simon was tired of being trapped, wanting to return to his cubicle inside of an office building. Simon then noticed a sentient jar of putty, who didn't even recognize Simon at all.

"Who are you?" Putty asked.
"Wait, you don't recognize me?" Simon asked.
"I don't know who you are." Putty replied.
"I am Simon, very hardworking person who works in the office nine to five, five days a week." Simon tried his hardest to make a good impression on this strange object creature, "I wish I could head back to work, now!"
"That's a horrible way to live!" Putty replied.
"I believe it is a great way to live, through hardwork and perseverance, and sacrificing so much to live." Simon smiled as he walked away, not bothered with talking to an object, especially something modeled after something so childish.

Simon had forgotten what it was like to be a child, he had forgotten how to have fun, all he cared about was his job, money and a cup of coffee. Unbeknownst to Simon, all of that was going to change.

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Meanwhile with Craig...

Craig was sitting down as he was looking right on his computer, waiting to type in his plans for Simon's transformation into an object. He wanted to make sure that the object for him is perfect for him, until he noticed something popping up on his messages, a window, the background black and the text white.

Hello, Craig Boxer, I am here!

Craig looked at the pop up, reading it over and over again, how did they know his name? Who was doing this? Then he clicked OK on the pop up and it made a writing prompt as he typed down his response:

Who are you?

I am Gladys Beecher, I come from the future and an alternate universe... I am running out of time, Haruka had suggested me that I talk to someone from an alternate universe... mainly someone who enjoys working with transformations.

"What the? The future? Alternate universes?!" Craig knew he wasn't supposed to know of alternate universes or even help mess with the stream of time, but, he couldn't help but get advise, especially some stranger from the future.

So, why are you running out of time?

Well, I have been transforming, my old self being changed bit-by-bit, and it's not being just changed, I have been getting sick lately as well. I'm becoming something far from human as well.

Wait, what? Are you becoming an object?

No. I'm not becoming an object... whatever I am becoming, it's something... powerful and strange...

Craig read through the reply, not expecting that who or whatever Gladys is becoming isn't an object or another human. It was strange enough that he was talking to someone beyond the realm of his existence, the current plane of existence. Isn't this against the time-space laws too?!