On the way home you discovered a very interesting property about this device, how after a whole day of being transformed into a woman's wristwatch you didn't feel tired at all! In fact, if anything you kind of feel with more energy than before. You wonder if that was part of the magic of the device or if it had to do with the object you transformed into. Maybe it was related with the clock's battery life? Would that mean if the battery died while you were transformed you would die too? So many questions. All you know is that you have enough energy to try out the device again, and you certainly are motivated to do so. 

With a smile you notice the device is ready for you too, just as the warning label mentioned after 8 hours the inanimatron is fully charged, and the only thing left to decide is what to transform into.

You quickly decide against something with batteries feeling a bit of fear that something bad could happen, and also discard the idea of common household items like the watch for the simple reason that it was night time and most people would be sleeping. You reason for most items this meant standing there in a dark room or stored away for hours, and even for clothes it meant laying there not moving much. While being a woman's pajamas or lingerie does sound interesting, it could also mean getting even less movement than when you were a watch. You conclude you need more than that for your next transformation.

Your mind quickly goes to more attractive options: people partying, or even something more daring like..

Once again you see the blinding flash, the wave of white, the sensation of falling and then the recognition. You feel your limbs joining against your will, this time you can tell it's a softer material though. You also feel your torso expanding but also making a protuberance, as if you were growing an additional limb or a tail but somehow not in a creepy or unpleasant way, and the next thing you know is you're encased in darkness with muffled sounds of music as your only clue of where you are. The only other thing you can "feel" is something soft next to you, different to the surface you're laying on currently.

Trying to get a better idea of your environment gets you nowhere, it's just a completely dark place and as the object you are you can't move or do anything else so you're left for a few minutes fearing that you got it wrong and would have the boring night you were trying to avoid until you hear the sound of a zipper above you and finally some light. You see a giant manicured hand approaching and grabbing you and whatever was next to you, and carrying you to a nearby desk.

Once the hand releases you, you can tell you didn't get it wrong and start getting excited for what the night will offer. You're in a changing room with three naked women preparing themselves for the night, and thanks to a mirror in front of you, you get to see the outline of your new form, a black, star shaped nipple pastie adorned with glitter and with your "protuberance" being the tassels attached to the middle and that somehow were still a part of you. Next to you is the strange object you were feeling, the "twin" pastie nearly identical to your new body.

Looking back at the women you enjoyed the voyeuristic show from your limited angle as the strippers freely displayed their bodies while applying the makeup and putting up their lingerie for the night, seemingly used to a cold that was getting onto you despite feeling so excited you could easily say you would have a hard on if that part of your body was still around. 

"Hey, do you have the glue?"

"On my bag"

"Thanks"

A tall redhead with an athletic body and a bit of a naturally aggresive expression finally approaches to you carrying a small bottle, giving you the view of a lifetime, even better than your time with Tara. She is just wearing a bright red thong that you barely pay attention to, mesmerized by her exposed breasts and the way she casually looked at your direction as if she could detect her accesory was actually a human being. You look at her gaving herself an approving glance at the mirror next and then her hand grabs you again, turning you over and interrupting your show.

Whatever is passing up in this new body as adrenaline fills your body the moment she makes contact with you again, as you surprise yourself noticing how malleable and fragile you can be, feel a substance start covering up your limbs and finally discover the show can continue once you focus and instead of seeing the desk and the tassel you are laying on top of you once again see her imposing body, this time partly covered by her giant hand and the giant bottle surrounding you. It just felt surreal.

Once she retires the bottle you prepare yourself for what's coming, you feel her hand grabbing you in a different way to not touch the glue, lifting you and taking you closer and closer to her firm, perky breast until it fills your vision and gets you back to a different sort of darkness, with the glue easily attaching most of your body to her breast tissue to cover her nipple and her hand pressing you for a couple seconds for good measures. The only disappointment you get was how instead of a heavenly kiss it felt like a heavenly but blurry hug due to the glue, but other than that you absolutely love it. You can smell her intoxicating perfume from up close, and with the parts of your body not impeded by the glue you could "taste" her skin in a surprisingly detailed way. And you will do this for the whole night!

Now attached to her, you can feel yourself being moved slightly by a superior force, and turning around your vision once again after you focus you see her applying glue to the other pastie and repeating the process, giving you a privileged replay of what you just experienced from another angle. You chuckle wondering if there are more inanimatron devices around and the odds of the other pastie being also inhabited by a curious and naughty soul for a second, before giving a last look to the mirror and seeing the redhead fix up her hair a bit before deciding she was ready. 

Firmly hugging the area around her nipple, you feel her slight movements making your tassels move, and as weird as it feels because you are almost sure your limbs were the part of this object that was covered with glue, the tassels instead of a tail feel like an arm hanging outside of a window now, an arm that you can't move at all anyway. Suddenly you feel a strong movement and notice in the mirror your tassels quickly moving up and down in tune with what she was doing with her torso. The stripper's smile at the mirror makes you feel giddy, as if she just gave you consent to enjoy the night glued to her or is approving of your duties in your new role.  

You focus back on enjoying the smell and taste around you and the view of the other strippers, as your owner leaves the mirror to talk with them.

What happens next?