Published: May 3, 2025

My one-hundred and ninety-ninth caption, featuring a questionable experiment aiming to mix together magic and technology for… dubious purposes.

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Magic was always a fickle thing. It was diametrically opposed to technology, something that ran off of rules that couldn’t be broken. By contrast, magic followed no rules, creating nothing from something or breaking laws of nature you’d otherwise consider unbreakable. These were the thoughts going through my mind as I silently cursed my “friend”, getting up from his chair and walking out of the room, leaving me “standing” on the desk in a stupid, busty, unfinished state.

It had started off innocently enough, as most things do. Marco had invited me to his house to experiment with magical items. Though normally this wasn’t considered an unusual thing, these experiments had to be conducted away from university grounds because of long-standing rules regarding experiments that mixed technology and magic. These rules had existed since the creation of the printing press, and were strictly enforced. Marco believed he could find a way to make the two work nicely with each other, and being both a magic and tech nerd, I was in the same boat as him. A breakthrough that could successfully merge the two worlds could have Earth-shattering implications for the future, both figuratively and literally. So, these things had to be done slowly and gradually.

To that end, I decided to test the interactions between simple, magically created materials and a machine. My first tests between paper and scissors went well enough, but our attempts to move forward were slow and gradual as we tested our various materials and devices for any signs of instability. This made Marco very impatient, and he figured I was being “too cautious” in my approach. So, he decided to jump ahead to something completely different and new, effectively diving straight into the deep end of a pool. He wanted to test a magically-created filament in a 3D printer, using the opportunity to also indulge in his hobby of making anime figurines for clients of his. I didn’t like it, warning him of what could possibly happen, but he didn’t listen to me. In fact, he was insulted by the “insinuation” that he didn’t know what he was doing, enraging him. Without a second thought, he turned me into the roll of plastic filament he would use.

I wasn’t able to react nearly fast enough before my body flashed, becoming nothing more than a roll of the stuff. My thoughts were a mixture of confusion and betrayal as he picked my immobile form off of the floor, the warmth of his hands one of the few I was still able to perceive. I was beyond angry, but completely helpless. I was blind without eyes and unable to smell, but I could still hear his voice vibrating through the air too, though muffled and barely perceptible.

“I’m going to show to you that this is possible, and you’re going to serve as proof.” He spoke up, holding me in his hands. “This’ll teach you to doubt me…”

It wasn’t long before he had put my vulnerable form into his 3D printer, likely loading up one of his models and beginning the long printing process. At first, I felt nothing, but soon I experienced an intense heat sensation, though without any burning or “pain”. At first, I couldn’t place where the feeling seemed to be coming from, but I started to perceive my “feet” as the print began to mold me, strand by strand, into a new, plastic form. As soon as my feet were finished, my legs came next. I could feel what seemed like socks, followed by bare, uncovered legs. Everything felt… smaller, thinner. As soon as the sensations reached what otherwise would have been my crotch, I was suddenly overwhelmed as I felt my new sex being built, layer by layer. It wasn’t the sensation of a dick, no, this was a woman I was feeling. I could barely comprehend the feeling, especially as it cooled off moments later, only to be hit with another layer of my plastic filament. As if those sensations weren’t strong enough, I could feel something attached to or near my crotch, increasing the sensitivity. I couldn’t believe the feeling. It wasn’t long until the rest of my body took shape. I could perceive how thin and narrow my waist was, and that I now had arms, one of them grabbing something, but the real kicker was my chest. Compared to my waist, I quickly gained breasts that were equal to or bigger than the width of my thighs. I could feel them straining against what felt like a button-up shirt, and the feeling was beyond incredible. Even if they were covered, the nipples from the base 3D model could be felt being built with each layer, the heat combined with the shape feeling like they were being pinched and massaged. I was starting to fall in love with the sensations, especially as my shoulders took form. I could only imagine what my new head would feel like, plus hopefully getting my sight back-

There was suddenly a loud CLUNK! in the printer as the process came to an immediate halt. My filament form immediately hardened back up as the heating element shut off, leaving my sensations trapped between two places. There were several more vibrations and a few barely heard curses from Marco I could hear, followed by a long moment of silence. It was then I felt my mostly-finished figurine form be pulled off the printer with sudden g-forces felt.

“So… uh… it looks like the motor and several of the gears… popped.” He spoke out loud as I felt my “heart” drop like a rock. “The magic… well, the printer is completely ruined, and with you being in two pieces… I can’t really reverse the transformation. Well… not that I was going to anyways… oh well…”

I silently cursed him, but not for the reasons I previously would have. I was angry that I was now trapped in this form, sure, but I was more angry that my transformation was incomplete, similar to someone having “coitus interruptus”. Not to be deterred, he proceeded to work on my new body anyways, leaving the other part of me cold and discarded in his trash can. He carved off the supports from the print and smoothed me down with acetone, painting my body with brushes that also… felt nice. Still, even as they brushed my body, I knew that soon, I’d likely be getting used in one way or another by some perverted teen or adult in the near future, treating me like the literal sex object I had become. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about it getting in my hair…