Openly Sourced: An Open Source Objects TF Saga

Watch Your Mouth

Watch Your Mouth: Censored Bar TF/FTX/MC

[Warning: This Chapter Contains Body Horror, Blood and Gore, Removal of Face, Excessive Censoring (because Censored Bar only communicates through bleeping), Screaming, Crying, Alcohol, Strong Language, LGBTQ+ Themes, Grief/Loss, Transformation, Female to Nonbinary TG, Identity Death, and Spoilers from Open Source Objects. You have been warned.]

"I have heard that you have been swearing a whole awful alot, Cynthia." Craig snickered as he closed in on Cynthia, who was afraid and angry at the same time.
"What the hell have you done with Bessie, damn it!" Cynthia shouted as backed away, trying not get herself transformed.
"Come on, if you don't get transformed, your friend Serena will get transformed into an object before your eyes!" Craig snickered.
"You son of a bitch! I won't let you transform anyone else and make their lives a living hell!" Cynthia scowled, "Serena, run away! Now!"

Serena nodded, tearing up as she was about to lose her best friend to transformation, before she ran away, so she can live a little bit longer, taking Black Square with her as well, sensing that Bessie was still in there, despite the inability to express that.

Cynthia then felt a jab at her collarbone before she looked down, noticing a syringe right there, with a pure black liquid.

"I have an idea of making your transformation slow and painful... and you might as well enjoy your last moments with your friends before you fully turn." Craig snickered before heading back up to his house and getting the cup of coffee back from his genius son.

Cynthia then walked over, having an idea where Serena might have went. She knew that she might only have hours left before she transforms fully into an object, "Damn it! Can't believe that I was ****ed up by a ****ing bastard!" Cynthia then covered her mouth, noticing how every time she tried to drop the f-bomb, she heard herself unnaturally bleep, "What the **** is happening to me?! I have to see Serena, right ****ing now!"

She ran over to Serena and Black Square's direction, and when she did, she looked at Serena, "I think Craig had done something to me! I think he is slowly taking my ****ing ability to speak normally away!"
"Wait, what?! And has your fingertips always been black?!" Serena asked.
Cynthia looked at her fingertips as she noticed that there is a pitch black color spreading down her fingers, fingers slowly merging together, "What the ****?! Why the **** are my fingers like that?! You have to ****ing help me!"
"Craig is so damn sensitive, I cannot believe he is taking away your ability to say the f-word." Serena scoffed, "Let's all head back to our room, the cyan pentagon room by the way and spend our last moments together!"
"Wait, what?!" Cynthia asked, "This **** is spreading up faster than I ****ing thought! No, not the sh-word too!"
"Oh, God, you're really transforming for real!" As Serena and Cynthia walked over towards the room, the latter winced as her fingers were fully fused together, her palms steadily bloating into spheres as her middle finger rings had popped right off while her fingers merged together. Her fingers were slowly sinking into her spherical palms, which made her hands more objectified per se. The blackness was slowly crawling onto her arms, as she heard cracking and popping, becoming thinner and thinner.

When the both of them reached the room, Cynthia sat on the couch and looked at Serena, who was awfully concerned about the transformation that her friend was undergoing.
"Cynthia, please, tell me, are you going to be alright?!" Serena asked.
"I don't think I'm going to be ****ing alright. Please, I want you to save your ***, no, not the a-word too!" Cynthia cried out as her arms were now fully thin, resembling more sticks than anything, but the blackness didn't seem to stop at her arms and head straight to legs, like how everyone else's transformation would happen.

Instead, Cynthia could feel the blackness spreading throughout her torso, slowly but surely, but leaving her neck and head for the near end of the transformation, "Are you ******* kidding me right ******* now?!" Oh no, even the words that contained swears were being censored now, at this rate, everything will be censored. She screamed in agony as her curves were slowly dissipating, as she could feel the blackness spreading more and more, erasing a whole lot of human features and body hair sprinkling off her body. Her revealing clothing was even making it easier for Serena to see her friend slowly, but surely, turning into some object. Cynthia also had blood dripping from her mouth, ears, nose, and even the tears were beginning to contain blood as well. It was as if the transformation was getting ready to strip her of her face as well.