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Kronii woke with a skull-splitting headache. 

Sitting up, she rubbed her temple and groaned and looked about, and found nothing more around her than empty space and darkness. “Ugh… Where am I…?” 

The last thing she remembered, she’d been in the middle of a stream. She’d just been about to tease Chat with another oblique reference to her boobs when she’d seen a flash of light out of the corner of her eye and then– And then nothing. Now where was she?

As she forced her to her feet, she held someone else groaning nearby. “H-hello?” She stumbled towards the sound and came face-to-face with Mori Calliope, who looked exactly as confused and out-of-place as she was. 

“Ugh… Kronii?” said Calli, rubbing her head. “What are you–? Where the hell are we?” 

“I don’t know,” said Kronii, helping her to stand. “One second I was streaming, the next…” 

“You too?” Calli winced. “What should we–?” 

With a click, the lights snapped on, revealing their surroundings as a large cell, its floor composed of a sleek pink plastic and its walls of an equally pink glass. And on their other side…

On the other side of the glass stood a chubby young woman in a filthy t-shirt and sweatpants, a cat’s ears protruding from her head and a matching tail from her behind. Staring at them, she grinned like her eyes were boring straight through their clothes – Kronii felt an instinctive urge to cover herself. 

“H-hi. Hi,” said the catgirl, bouncing. 

“Who the hell are you?” cried Calli, all but throwing herself at the glass. “Where are we?” 

“Let us out of here!” added Kronii, raising a hand to pound on the wall. 

“H-hi, nyou’re in my basement, nya.” The catgirl covered her mouth and giggled – it sounded throaty. “I’m Otaku, nya. I brought you here so I can add nyou to my collection.” 

“Y-your collection?” 

Otaku giggled. “I’m a really big fan of nyou two, nya. I’ve seen allllll nyour streams. I own alllllll nyour merchandise. The only thing I’m missing are nyou two nyourselves…” 

“So you’re just going to keep us locked up in your basement?” cried Kronii, in horror. 

“Oh, nyo. I tried that before, but it was really messy. So I’m going to turn nyou into figurines.” 

“F-figurines?” Kronii couldn’t understand what she was hearing. What did she mean?

“Nyeah! Nyou know, the little plastic ones with the big boobs and the slutty poses! I can’t get enough of them!” She rubbed her hands together, face red, her chubby chest rising and falling faster and faster with her increasing rate of breath. “And once I’ve finished turning nyou into toys…” The catgirl blushed and rubbed her legs together. 

Kronii gasped to see the giant bulge stretching through her pants. Fuck, she’d never seen such a massive cock, not even in hentai. Where did all the blood for it come from?!

“That’s insane!” cried Calli, throwing herself at the wall and pounding on the glass. “Let us out of here!” 

Otaku simply giggled. “Don’t worry… Nyou won’t be in there much longer, nya…” With a giggle, she grabbed a lever and gave it a tug. Clunk! 

The floor lit up, shining an eye-searing pink. As Kronii and Calli gasped in shock, something like an electric shock passed through their bodies. In an instant, they found themselves snapped back into the center of the room and held there, rigid, as their bodies jerked with the energies passing through them. 

“Nn! Nnnnn!” Kronni screwed up her eyes, struggling not to scream. Beside her Calli moaned even louder. 

Just as she thought the situation couldn’t get any worse, the two of them flew into motion again. This time, they crashed together: chest-first, their famous breasts squished tightly against each other. Kronii gasped; Calli screwed up her eyes and moaned. Both of them squirmed and struggled to pull away, but it was like they were glued together – struggling only seemed to make things worse. 

Outside, Okatu stuffed her hands down her pants with a giggle. 

As the two fought, red-faced and panting, to pull free, the machine seized their strings and jerked them about again, raising one hand each and forcing them into a cutesy heart sign. Their remaining hands, the machine took and wrapped around each other’s asscheeks. Kronii could only squeal as her fingers sank deep into Calli’s soft butt. And she could only squeak as Calli’s fingers dug into her own ass. 

With grinding slowness, their heads twisted towards the wall of the cell and Otaku, and to her horror, Kronii’s face moved as well, expression twisting into a teasing smile to better match Calli’s. With that, they ceased to move entirely. 

The floor flashed again, and a wave of tingling spread through their bodies, starting with their feet and rolling rapidly up to their heads. Where it passed, movement became not just difficult, but impossible: Kronii struggled to squeal as her skin turned sleek and hard, reduced from human flesh to a solid, inanimate plastic. Her clothes changed as well, hardening to match, though her boobs and her buttcheeks remained as soft as ever. If anything, they even became a little bigger, pressing even harder against Calli’s bust and fingers. 

Finally, as the tingling passed through her head, and her face froze as the teasing mask it had assumed, hiding all but the subtlest hints of her terror. The light vanished from her eyes as they turned to plastic too, and with that, it was over.

The floor flashed one last time, and without fanfare, the two shrank to barely a tenth of their former size: from a couple of human beings to a single, two-person figurine with a single base, squished tight and impossibly horny. Every part of Kronii’s body felt like her clitoris. Nnnnnn~! Ah! Ah! 

Striding straight through the glass, Otaku stooped to pick them up, making Kronii scream as her fingers wrapped around them. “Mmm~, nyou two look even better than I expected, nya. I can’t wait to break nyou in.”

Licking her lips, she dropped her pants and started stroking.