Man or a Mousepad - Early Access (Tg/Object)

 The first thing I noticed when I awoke was the sterile lighting pounding down upon my naked body. The cold steel that shackled my ankles and wrists prevented me from moving anything besides my neck no matter how hard I pulled. A loud ka-chunk sounded through the room I was in before I felt the surface I was lying on move. A cursory glance had me realize that I wasn't on a table, but instead, a conveyor belt that shifted forward every few seconds.

 Where the hell was I? Some kind of factory? And why the hell was I on the assembly line? Trying to shout for help was cut short when I discovered the gag in my mouth, not that my voice would've been heard over the cacophony of machinery. Trying hard to focus, I was able to make out muffled cries of people in a similar situation. I tried to get a peek at the person ahead of me but my blood ran cold when I noticed the giant menacing machine ahead.

 Second by second, I got closer to the device. Confusion somehow topped my fears as the muffled screams seemed to be higher pitched down the line. This question was answered when I finally entered the machine and a wash of pink light flowed over me. My skin felt as if I had been lit aflame, burning all hair from my body besides my head. I looked ahead at my feet but was shocked to see that the view was blocked by two enormous breasts, jiggling freely on my chest. My thighs and ass started to flow like lava onto the conveyor as fat poured into them. I felt a tingle on my genitals before I felt them invert into my pelvis. I yelped in a sultry soprano through the gag until the light faded and the belt resumed.

 I left the machine only to find a mirror attached to the ceiling as a way for my tormentors to mock me. On the mirror was what would have been the hottest woman I'd ever seen if it wasn't for me. Huge breasts and wide hips stared back into my newly blue eyes. I wish I could've denied that the woman I was seeing was me but every ripple of her curves matched the feelings I felt as well. My concentration was cut short by a loud banging up ahead that seemed to silence the screams coming from the others.

 The belt lurched forward after each clang, shuddering as it did so. I couldn't do anything but watch as a giant press smashed closer and closer until I was directly under it. I tensed as it came crashing down, expecting pain if not instant death but instead felt... pleasure. It was some kind of mold, shaping my body to its grand design. When the plate lifted, I was unable to move and somehow felt smaller. The assembly line continued until I met the second mirror which showed me something scarier than the first. The buxom woman was still there, however, she had been turned into a mousepad, the kind you'd see in an anime convention with giant tits as a wrist rest.

 The gag in my mouth was no longer there but I was still unable to make a noise considering my mouth was nothing but ink on cloth. My vision darted around until I was suddenly in freefall. I hit a plastic film that fully enveloped my body. The outside world became muffled as the wrap was sealed and I was dropped into a box, ready to be sent to my new owner.