Objectification Overload: An Object Overload TF Saga

Top of the Morning to You!

SHRRRIP!

Timothy's arms were successfully removed from his torso, blood gushing from the wounds as he could hear two wet PLOPs, as the arms had been dropped into the floor, there was a pool of blood underneath him as Timothy knew that the transformation was only beginning. Timothy was scared that he no longer had arms, as he could feel the blackness spreading down his legs, as they grew thinner and thinner, smoother and smoother in the process as well. He began breathing heavily as he could feel bones getting crushed, muscle getting sapped away and his feet beginning to crack and pop, toes curling backwards and merging together as his feet were turning into little semispheres, featureless and dexterous to make up for the lack of arms.

The pain had stopped for a bit, as Timothy took a sigh of relief, before that moment of respite was interrupted by a sharp jolt within his nether regions, his manhood was beginning to shrivel up into nothingness. Timothy was screaming as loud as he can as he shouted out, "Kill me already! Get this done and over with!" only to be met with a snarky chuckle.
"As if I would give you that grace!" Gaia snickered, "You little idiot, you haven't fully grasped on how great it is to be an object yet!"
"You're a monster- OW!" Timothy shouted as he could feel his manhood disappearing, leaving him now technically genderless, although he is still a male, but there was more pain to arrive, as he could feel a hole growing from that area as he could feel his skin darkening to a black color, turning from normal skin to a fabric, a fabric only suitable for hats, as he could feel the bottom of his body flattening, turning into the brim of a hat, it was so familiar to him.
"A top hat?!" Timothy asked as tears were streaming down his cheeks, blood was spilling from the bottom of his body, organs were plopping onto the ground - from the useless appendix to the very vital heart, his body was growing more and more hollow due to what he's becoming.
"You wouldn't be needing organs or bones what you're becoming, and you wouldn't need these anymore!" Gaia snickered as she pulled off Timothy's clothes, and with extreme force, Timothy felt all of his clothes tear right off his body, tears were streaming down his cheeks as he wanted all of this stop, he would rather die than be transformed into an object. Timothy could feel his skin now being fully black, as strands of his black hair was falling out.

CRACK! POP! CRICK! His neck was beginning to shorten as he could feel it slowly folding down like some accordion. He sobbed to himself, as his vocal cords were shifting, giving him a more prominent British accent, as he could hear a voice different from his own. With a violent SNAP, his neck had disappeared, which was only to pave the way for the one, the only, CEPHALOTHORAX! 

His head was shoved right into his torso as he could feel something wrapping around the area of his eyes, a red piece of fabric stitching as his nose flattened, and his ears folded back into his face, as he could hear his ears ringing. Timothy could feel his eyes beginning to sting as his entire body was now nothing more than that of a top hat, standing upright to be exact. He could feel his eyes darkening from amber to a pitch-black color, as he could feel them being reduced into little beads. His jaw grew sore as the last of his blood was gushing from his gums. He could feel his teeth flattening, merging together, and tinging a pure white color. He could feel his teeth becoming the same kind of teeth as those damned objects. He could feel his mouth was turning black, his tongue brightening to a brighter pink color, as he could feel his lips being reduced into a simple black line. With a few more coughs and adjustments, his transformation into a sapient top hat was now complete, at least physically.

"What the bloody hell is this?! I am not supposed to be like this!" Timothy cried out as he could feel himself trembling, in fear and just recovering from an awfully painful transformation as well.
"Of course, you are supposed to be like this, Top Hat. Also, language, that'd be out of character and unbecoming of you~!" Gaia snickered as Timothy could feel his head beginning to hurt, pound like crazy. It was as if The Devil decided to give him the worse headache of all time. His mind was literally fogging up as his mind was beginning to alter as well.