Openly Sourced: An Open Source Objects TF Saga

Pitch a Fit

Pitch a Fit - Pitcher TF/FTM/MC

[Warning: This Chapter Contains Body Horror, Blood and Gore, Drainage of Blood, Transformation, Female to Male TG, Identity Death, Aggression, Strong Language, LGBTQ+ Themes, and Minor Spoilers from Open Source Objects. You have been warned.]

Peony Cheryl, 21, was crestfallen due to Blythe's transformation over. She couldn't believe it, and to make matters even worse, she had butterflies in her stomach, this gut feeling that she was next.

There was no way that this was actually happening to everyone. That was what Peony thought to herself, she was denying the fact that Blythe had turned into an object, an amorphous blob, and the worst part is that there is no returning them back to normal, there was nothing that she, or anyone else, could do anything about it.

Peony opened the door as she noticed that the others were already eating their food. Not minding their business as usual, all except for Lydia and her friends.

"Do you think that Peony's friend group has been, y'know, missing one of their people?" Valerie asked.
"Yeah, there's usually four people, now there's three people, what's going on?" Lydia asked.
"Do you think that Blythe has transformed?" Odessa asked.
"Wait, what?!" Lydia asked.
"Well, it's obvious, people are being transformed left and right, damn it!" Gladys scoffed.
"Well, I don't think you'd be surprised at this point, Gladys." Odessa sighed.
"Damn right, I'm not surprised, there's a pattern going on!" Gladys scoffed, "Damn it, I want to punch someone right now!"
"Yeah, I wonder who might be next though?" Valerie asked.

While that conversation was going on, Peony noticed that there was a note on the table, reading: Head over towards Craig's office, now. Come alone.

"Guys, I don't think I'd be able to eat breakfast with you guys. If... it is right, then I should probably talk to him, especially about-" Peony then turned around and noticed that Blob had followed them.
"Gah! What the hell is that?!" Nadia asked.
"I don't know, but that blob creature is around and I don't think it is safe to be around here, who knows how dangerous it is?!" Paisley chimed in, putting down their toast, "Get away blob, it's not a safe place for you here!"

Suddenly, Peony ran and left the scene, reporting to Craig's house. Peony gulped as she knew that her life might be in danger right now, especially with Craig being a psychomaniac who might end up transforming her into an object anyways, regardless of the method.

Peony knocked on the door, the note on her hand as she waited for Craig, or at least one of his kids, to open the door.

Suddenly, Craig answered, with a smile on his face, trying to look innocent.
"Cut the act, I know that you have transformed poor, innocent Blythe!" Peony scoffed.
"Well, looks like it is time for me and you to talk about what just happened to your friend." Craig let out a chuckle as he let Peony in, and locked her in the house, not wanting her to leave until he gets what he wants, to start transforming Peony into an object, "Sit down, now."
"O-okay, so, do you think that melting Blythe into Blob was a good idea?" Peony asked.
"Of course it is, wouldn't you rather have me just inject them with a syringe?" Craig asked, "And do you care for something to drink?"
"I don't get it, why are you doing a peace offering when you could just do it, transform me into an object." Peony asked.
"W-well, I see that you're already catching on as well." Craig cracked a smirk, as he was preparing some beverages for himself and Peony, only to taint Peony's drink with the transformative serum, trying to hide the fact that he's going to poison Peony.
"W-well, y-you're not serious about transforming me... right?" Peony asked, not wanting to know what will become of her either.