Contains girl to jack-in-the-box tf, girl to poster tf

Chloe was falling - though she had to take a few moments to process this. She was just washing up and now... She let out a prolonged scream as she fell through the dark depths. Suddenly, something loomed into view - a store room, and directly beneath the tube she was falling through was a large, open box. She landed inside with a resounding but muffled

*thump*

The inside of the box was roomy enough to hold her, and it was heavily cushioned. After confirming she was all in one piece, Chloe pulled herself to stand, finding that she could look over the edge of the box with a decent amount of room - the edges only rose just above her hips - about halfway up her abdomen. She took this moment to look around the storeroom she found herself in now. It was dark - hardly any light emitting from the lights hanging from the ceiling, and it was dusty. The box was the only prominent thing to note, and looking closer, it had a lid. It was attached to the wall of the box by hinges and currently open, thankfully. She shuddered to think what would've happened if she'd crashed into the thick, polished, and painted wooden surface of the box. Looking over the other edges, Chloe also noticed there was a large crank handle jutting from one of the walls, ending in a red sphere. She decided it was time to investigate her surroundings - that worker must be worried sick waiting for her to come out of the bathroom! She moved to hike her leg up and over the edge, pushing herself up with her arms. However, despite pushing herself up, her legs refused to lift from the floor of the box, and she sank back down with an almost elastic bounce. The unexpected movement caused her to wobble, made only worse by her feet feeling as though they were attached to the bottom of the box. Once Chloe finally regained her composure, she looked down to investigate the bizarre situation.

What she saw made her let out a scream.

"Where is Chloe and Dani? I get that the paperwork is gonna be a while, but I'd think Chloe would be back by now," Nova said, eyeing the employee that was with her in the observation room. She was starting to feel uneasy around them... The way they never stopped smiling was creepy.

"We just need to wait a while longer!" She said in a chirping, customer service tone. It was almost robotic, like she just had a speaker in her mouth that spat out prerecorded lines.

"Whatever you say hun..." Nova said, trying not to come across as rude, despite her misgivings.

The woman paused, turning away a bit and touching her fingers to her ear for a few seconds, "Oop! Looks like things are proceeding along a little differently than scheduled! Follow me, the demonstration is happening in another room," She said, "You're friend is being taken there soon. Both her and our contest winner are being well taken care of!" She began to walk onward to another winding hall, leaving Nova little recourse but to follow.

She was led to a stairwell and taken down to the room the observation room was positioned above. It was distinctly more... industrial than the lavish foyer and dreary office spaces. Nova strode past the woman, who had stopped with the same 'Ta-da!' gesture she'd had in every previous room. There were several machines hooked up to controllers and conveying belts, but they were all off for the time being.

"Here? Seriously?" Nova asked, looking around, a hand on her hip, "This looks like a bunch of warehouse ju-huh!?" a rough shove from behind interrupted her train of thought, sending the woman tumbling head over platform heel onto a belt below. She sprawled onto the conveyer, which immediately rumbled to life, pushing her onward towards the gaping maw of some sort of machine. She was moved into a chamber-like device, encased in darkness as doors on either side hissed shut. Nova rolled over onto her back to look around, "Wh-what the hell is this!?" she shouted, "Let me out of here! Hey! I'm talkin' to y-" her protests were silenced as a large metal sheet slammed straight down onto her from above, pounding the girl flat as a pancake.

Surprisingly, or maybe not for someone whose best friend was a witch, Nova was still perfectly fine - or as fine as she could be after being flattened paper thin, sprawled on her back on a conveyer belt in a toy factory. The doors to the machine hissed open and the belt moved her along into the light for the employee that had pushed her in here to inspect.

"My, my! I knew from the first look that you'd make for a pretty pinup but I never expected you to give me such a perfect pose!" the woman laughed. Nova's legs were slightly spread, one knee bent, and, having thrown her hands up in surprise, her arms were both stuck flat above her head. Her face had switched from anger to shock in the moment before her flattening, leaving it stuck in a red-faced surprise. The employee walked alongside Nova, pausing when she did. Nozzles sprayed Nova down from head to squished toe, giving her a distinctly pliable sensation. The employee offered her no explanation at all, and before long, the belt was on the move again.

How on earth could this get worse?

Chloe let out a scream upon seeing her legs. All the way up to her knees they were a shiny metallic color, and were stiffening in kind. Her feet were nowhere to be seen, stuck together and embedded into the bottom of the box, trapping her there. As the metal coating crept up her legs steadily, they were twisting around each other in a tight coil, but her torso did not rotate alongside them. Any attempts to pull herself free only made her bounce on her rapidly changing legs. Her arms where also turning hard and shiny, but not with metal - this was clearly a plastic-like substance changing her arms. Chloe panted heavily, and saw that her clothes beneath her hips were gone, along with any semblance of her human legs. The clothes on her torso were changing too, but not vanishing completely. Her shirt was blossoming into a brightly colorful top with oversized buttons down the middle, and it flared out at the bottom into a tutu-like series of ruffles, held up like an old dress with a hoop skirt beneath it. Her sleeves poofed up at the shoulders and another thick ruffle encircled her neck. The plastic stiffness spread all the way up to her face, turning it a pale white and forcing her mouth into a wide grin that hurt the sides of her face to maintain. A large red sphere planted itself over her nose, or maybe it was her nose now? It was getting harder to think... She bounced idly on her spring, unsure of what to do now, then someone came inside the room. It was the employee that took her to the ladies' room before - she was saved!

"Ah, you're done, good," she spoke in a much more business-like tone that was at odds with her prior attitude. She strode up to Chloe and placed her hand over the changed girl's face, and pushed down with a steady force.

Chloe provided little resistance, feeling her arms fold inward automatically, and her spring was coiling tight - tensing almost, to borrow a term she would have used in her human life, and the lid, or rather, HER lid, began to close. It sealed shut as her condensed spring let out an audible click, locking in place connected to something she couldn't place. There she sat in the darkness of her box, her mind beginning to go idle, as though in a deep dreamless sleep.

Nova was faring no better than either of her friends, as her flattened form was laid across a blank, glossy sheet of poster paper. Another sheet of metal was pressed onto her, but this one glowed with a steaming red heat and hissed out a plume of steam. The heat was incredible, and Nova worried she was going to melt into a sizzling puddle, but it seemed like whatever she'd been sprayed with was protecting her somewhat. Instead, she could feel herself beginning to numb at her extremities. Her vision was obscured until the giant iron lifted, but when it did, she felt wider, and somehow flatter. The employee stopped to admire her a moment, or rather, admire the poster she'd been ironed onto, seamlessly bonding her to the glossy paper. She lifted Nova to observe her in detail, a suggestive pose in revealing clothing printed permanently onto paper. Seemingly satisfied, the woman began to roll Nova up, curling her flat form in on itself until she was a tightly rolled poster, and slid her into a carrying tube.

The woman carried her to another room, where familiar faces were waiting. Well, they'd be familiar if she could see them. The other employee was finishing pushing a large wooden box that was brightly painted and adorned with a large crank into place, and the executive that had invited them all here was putting the finishing touches on a life sized, wind up doll of Danielle. She'd been dressed in a frilly pink dress and placed into a box fit for a doll her size. It was exactly like a regular doll box, replete with the twisty ties the woman was affixing around her arms and legs, but of course it was bigger than the woman herself stood. She slid the cover into place, a clear plastic window giving prospective buyers a view of the doll, while starbursts surrounded statements like 'Wind me up!' and 'Let's Play!'

"Have you tested it?" the woman asked the one with the box. When the employee shook her head in reply, the woman let out an exacerbated sigh, "Leaving all the work to me as usual. What do I pay you for?" She strode over to the box and began turning the crank vigorously.

Chloe's dark, silent world was interrupted by a tinny sound. A twinkling music box had begun to play, speeding up as the woman outside overcame the inertia of Chloe's handle. The girl could scarcely remember where she was or what was happening, but the music filled her with equal parts excitement and apprehension. The whole world seemingly crawled to a standstill as the final notes of the song played from her cheaply made music box... then, with a click, her spring was released, the lid flew open, and Chloe leaped free from her box! Boing! She bounced happily to and fro on her spring, arms extended, and a big goofy smile painted on her face. This was fun!

The woman gave a nod and turned towards the other employee, holding out her hand to take Nova. The flattened girl only got a moment in the light for a cursory examination by the executive before being rolled back up and stuffed back in the container, "Three products ready for the shelves," The executive said, "I'll leave the merchandise to you." She handed Nova back to the employee and strode off to her office, satisfied after a day's work.

Three days later, Roxanne received a letter from the office of WizRe Toys. Curiously it was addressed to her, and, not having heard much from Danielle after they landed, was happy to see any correspondence. After reading the letter, her confusion only grew. The company was reaching out to her to fly her out to the offices as well, because the premier of Danielle's toy design was so successful, and they wanted her family to come celebrate.

None the wiser, Roxanne went upstairs to pack a bag...