“Um, mom…?” You asked hesitantly as you were hooked up to her BSM, “Who are you turning me into now?” You asked, hoping it wouldn't be someone too bad…
“Oh, not someone, sweetie!” She giggles as she grabs the other set of the equipment, “It's WHAT!” She said eagerly as you felt yourself growing even more worried.
“What?! Like… I'm becoming a… THING?!” You stammered, quickly struggling in the seat you were strapped to, “I-I didn't agree to this! Let me off! I'm not gonna-”
“Oh where's your sense of adventure?” Mom chuckled, connecting the machinery up to… the family room couch! “It'll be fun!” Panicking, your thrashing only grows.
“No! Mom! Don't you DAR-”
*ZZZZTT!!*
Your mind suddenly went blank before you could finish your protests.
You sudden found yourself staring up at the ceiling. Trying to take a deep breath, you realized you lacked… any of the proper organs and body parts to do it!
Fear filled you as you felt large, and… useless. You couldn't move at all!
You felt a hand rub over your alien shape as your mom's face suddenly leaned down into view!
“This is amazing!” She said, “Hope you don't mind being a couch for a bit while the machine recharges.” She chirped.
“I very much DO mind!” You tried to yell, but with no mouth, you were left with only your thoughts…
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