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Tight Spot - Commission (Clothes)
🕑 Added 2025-05-07 16:00:19 +0000 UTC----------
"God dammit," my gorgeous coworker-turned-apathetic owner hissed as I felt a searing pain from my side as my body tore open, "You're not even good at being my tights." I was used to her harshness by now, almost numb to just how cruel the one I desired was. "At least now you're literal trash instead of metaphorical," she chortled as she entered the bathroom and grabbed my shredded body. "The boss said that any damage would make the transformation permanent," she told me as she peeled me from her legs, not caring that more runs were forming from her crude pulling, "So I guess there's no longer a reason to keep you around. I'm not going to be wearing torn leggings like some harlot." She pressed her foot on the pedal of the trashcan before dropping me into it, her cold eyes seeing nothing but garbage. "Thanks a lot, now I'm probably going to get in trouble with the boss because of you," she scoffed before unceremoniously removing her foot from the lever, letting the lid slam and seal me in darkness.
Having the time to think before the janitor would be around, I ruminated about what led me to such a terrible fate. Only a few months ago, I was hired into one of the biggest transformation clinics in the country. The salary was competitive and the industry was rapidly expanding, giving me plenty of room to climb the ladder, so naturally I was ecstatic. I was just a simple accountant, but the CEO made it mandatory for us to understand what we did at this company. He took us on a tour of the warehouse and factory, showing us the processes that made the company so profitable. It wasn't until the railing on the catwalk overhanging the TF Liquid vats gave way did I realized just how powerful this stuff was, sending me plummeting into one of the tanks.
As soon as I broke the surface of the liquid, I felt it go to work on my body, shaping it to its will. I watched through pink-tinted fluid as my legs began to gain fat to their thighs and ass, giving me an undeniably curvy bottom half. Even my sex reversed in a burst of unwanted pleasure, becoming the opposite's equivalent. From the waist down, I had the body of a goddess, but changing me into a woman was only the first step. My arms were forced to my sides, merging with my torso. My head began to pull into my neck, widening to be shoulder-width as my midsection started to compact. My skin darkened to a near black as it took on a gossamer texture. I started to lose vision as my face started to disappear, the last remnants of my mouth widening to make a hole at the top of my new body.
"Gotcha!" I heard a worker say as I felt metal tongs clamp around my body. Without much warning, I was pulled from the vat and dropped onto a table. I was able to see again, despite clearly having no eyes, and felt nothing but humiliation as I stared at my coworkers gasping and covering their mouths. "Tights," the worker said as he admired my body, "That's a new one." He turned to the CEO, "You got it from here, Boss," he said before walking away. "Don't worry," the boss said, grimacing, "We'll have you back in a jiffy." His look showed how doubtful he was, but his optimism gave me a bit of hope.
"Ms. Olivia," he said, addressing the woman who I had been swooning over since I first started the job, "I would like you to keep an eye on our, uh, unfortunate friend here." I couldn't help but notice Olivia was the only one in the crowd to not have a look of horror on her face at my misfortune. "Yes, sir," she said, stepping forward and removing my limp body from the table. "We've seen enough," the CEO said, dismissing everyone, "Back to work, and don't forget you're under an NDA, which includes 'incidents'." "Jackass," Olivia whispered at the boss as he walked away, "Babysitting wasn't in my job description." She uncaringly shoved my body in her purse, sealing me away.
Being clothing made it hard to keep track of time, but after what felt like hours, I was dumped onto the counter of Olivia's dwelling. "Once they fix you, you owe me big time," she stated before leaving me there on the cold marble and switching off the light. How had I been so infatuated with such an apathetic person, I thought to myself. This evil side of her was never visible at work, like when she'd deliver coffees to everyone or help the newbies with the company's software. Now, I was completely at her mercy, all because the boss only saw the caring side of her. I sat on that frigid counter for what the microwave clock said was nine hours before she returned, grabbing my body without even acknowledging me.
"Maybe you could be useful for once," she said, opening my psuedo-mouth up wide and putting her smooth legs into it. I quivered with undesired delight as I felt her long legs fill me, forcing my body taut around her lower half including her most intimate places. "You're probably enjoying this," she sneered, "Don't think I didn't see you throwing glances my way constantly." My heart dropped at this comment, cementing just how harshly she returned the love I gave to her. "Got a text from the boss, he said that the next batch of reversal formula will be ready in two weeks," she told me as she finished dressing in the most alluring clothing, "But I have to admit, I go through tights like nobody's business and I doubt you'll be any different." I shivered mentally at the thought of damage and resulting permanence, scared at the prospect.
That was what led me to the present, where I lay, discarded in a bathroom trashcan, still smelling of the woman I thought I loved. Thankfully I only sat on piles of crumpled and slightly wet paper towels, but soon I would be in the dumpster out back, and then probably a waste plant form there. I don't know what they do for rubbish around here, but I can't decide what's worse. Being incinerated into my individual atoms, or being buried in a landfill for the decades it would take for my body to eventually break down, if it ever did.
