Objectification Overload: An Object Overload TF Saga

Two Heads Are Better than One

Suddenly, Gaia had peeked her head out of the entrance as she knew that TJ was going to go through the vent, going to leave and tell the authorities about all of Gaia's actions, that... Gaia cannot afford anyone switching on her, as she grabbed a blow dart with a transformative serum that will turn TJ into an object.

"I've found you, Tiki." Gaia whispered to herself as she readied her blow dart, as she used the straw and blew at it, the dart flying onto TJ's neck as TJ had gotten done with unscrewing the grate and dropped it to the floor and pulled out the dart, not knowing it's already too late... the transformation has already begun and TJ hasn't realized it yet, as the object DNA was already in his bloodstream as well.

TJ was crawling through the vent as he could feel his arms growing number and number, he gotten further enough to be away from Gaia, but he didn't realize that his arms would fall off and spill blood as well... and he didn't want Gaia to follow him either, as he could feel his arms stretching away, further and further as he could feel his arms now feeling cold to touch as well.

"Why does it feel so... cold all of a-" Before he could think any further, he heard a loud, violent SNAP, actually two violent snaps, as he could feel his arms falling off, as blood was gushing from his wounds, leaving a trail of blood behind as TJ kept on crawling, heading over towards a corner, scared of what's going to become of him. He looked at what was left of his arms, as he knew that he would end up becoming one of the armless objects as well, as TJ could already hear cracks and pops, coming from the legs...

"No, no, no, shit!" TJ cried out as he could feel his legs growing thinner and thinner, the hairs were already receding into the pores of his skin. His legs were also getting coated with the strange black substance as TJ knew that he didn't have much time left, he had to keep on going, he needed to find the exit, he needed to find the front door and leave everything behind, he cannot afford to lose to the bitch who had took everything away from him as well.

TJ could feel his legs keep on growing thin, as thin as wires, as bones were getting crushed, muscle was being eaten away like the black substance was some parasite, and the said substance was squeezing at his legs. Yet, TJ was still determined to turn Gaia in as well, even if it was the last thing he would ever do.

TJ, sobbing through the pain, as he managed to use his upper body strength to look for the exit, he remembered reading through a map towards the first floor, and arms or without them, he had to make sure he could climb up that area as well, he knew that if he was cornered, Gaia would use one of her gadgets to pull him back to where he started and keep him there, forever...

That, he cannot afford, as he could feel his feet swelling, tearing through the seams of his black sneakers as he could feel his toes merging together and his feet gaining more dexterity as well. TJ couldn't stop and look at his feet, he knew he couldn't.

SHRRIP!

His shoes had torn off, revealing featureless, dexterous feet, yet, TJ didn't react as he knew that he cannot draw any more attention than his transformation was already doing, he had to keep on going. As TJ ignored the sharp jolt within his nether regions, his manhood beginning to shrivel up into nothingness, and his body beginning to shrink down his size as his clothes were shredding off his body due to the friction and his decreasing size as well, he continued to crawl through the vents until he noticed a ladder. TJ then looked around and heard a POP, meaning that the agonizing pain was over, but with a cost, he no longer had a manhood, or anything there for that matter, but something clicked inside of his head, telling him that he is now a SHE, but also a THEY! But why they?

Suddenly, TJ took off her shirt and found out that there was a brown color spreading up her torso, as her skin was beginning to harden into wood, and something was breaking out of her waist, something red, something resembling wings.