The second your wife clenched her fist and reduced you to a crumpled lump, you recognized just how badly you'd misjudged the situation.
Here you thought your wife had just wanted some input on what present she should buy, or maybe she wanted to plunder your knowledge of the Oakland area for any stores that would still be open on Christmas Eve and willing to sell presents. Perhaps she wanted you to distract whoever the person she'd forgotten a gift for was, so that she could slip out and procure the goods. Instead, apparently, it was you who she'd wanted all along, to mold into a gift! And sure, it was just going to be 'temporary', but did your wife really think you were okay with just willingly signing up for this? Being a disguised gift until a replacement came in?
Sadly...she probably did think you were totally okay with it. You really had fostered a persona of being selfless to a fault, which wasn't necessarily wrong, in so much as it wasn't nearly as catch-all as your family and loved ones seemed to think it was. But you really kinda only had yourself to blame.
Reduced to little more than putty in your wife's hands, your strained through the discomfort of her kneading your malleable body like dough as she voiced aloud her plans for you.
"Alright, hot stuff, I don't know how I did it, but I forgot a gift for Riley." Mari sighed. "I mean, I got her a few things, but I never remembered to order a bigger gift for her rather than just some stocking stuffers. I hate when my memory trips me up like this, little stud. At least it never really causes too many issues that your sexy, selfless little butt isn't willing to help me fix!"
Your wife laughed at that comment, and you genuinely couldn't tell if she was being flirty, telling a joke, or honestly didn't recognize how much her bad memory caused issues. An uncomfortable, dismaying mix of all three?
"Anyway," Mari continued. "I think Riley really wanted a new pair of athletic shorts. You know, the comfy, stretchy, sweat absorbent kind? I'd planned on ordering a Just Jacobs Tinex pair, but like I said, totally forgot. Don't worry, just a minute ago, I placed the order. Should be here soon. It warned me about some sort of 'backlog', but I'm sure that's nothing."
Mari then slapped you onto the table in front of her, and began spreading out your body. However, a minute into molding you, she paused and frowned. She stared down at your comically distorted face, while you yourself tried to ignore the discomfort of her nails digging into your flesh. Finally, recognition shone in her eyes.
"Ah, that's what I'm forgetting! You agreed with me that this should be a secret, so we've gotta disguise you, hot stuff!" Mari exclaimed with a smile.
Your smushed eyes went wide. It was one thing to 'agree' to be molded into an object and passed off as a gift, but to willingly subject yourself to being disguised in the process? That was the absolute last thing you wanted, not when you lived in a household of two of the most inattentive and forgetful giantesses in existence, and a third giantess who'd just laugh if she spotted you and not actually help you.
You began twitching and thrashing to alert Mari to your discomfort with her plan, but she only laughed.
"Oh, god, babe! I'm happy you're so excited, but stop squirming so much!" Your wife giggled. "Oh, but that does remind me..." She trailed off, and then sliced your clothes clean off with her fingernail, leaving you completely nude. She brushed the scraps into a trash can, then smiled at you. "There we go. It'd be silly if someone's new clothes were already wearing clothes, wouldn't it? Now, we just need a new color for you, babe!"
Setting you back down, Mari began rummaging around her room for a bowl and some Tinex color dye. Her supplies didn't come close to matching the heights of what your mother had owned in her in-home design studio, but Mari had nonetheless received both lessons in Tinex (and, by proxy, tiny) molding, but also a nice helping of supplies. Normally she didn't do much more than patch jobs in ripped clothing (and gods be damned, had you yourself been the 'random strip of Tinex' Mari unknowingly sewed into your daughter's ripped leggings and lingerie on multiple occasions), but she'd always seemed to want to get more proficient at handling Tinex.
Your futile attempts to wriggle off the table amounted to nothing, as soon Mari returned with a bright and eager smile, and a bowl filled with black color dye. Picking you up, your wife again mistook your trembling fearful shakes as excitement, and she giggled at your antics before then dunking you into the bowl, shoving you into the viscous liquid until you were totally submerged. Then, you were just left to rot in the bowl of dye as Mari went out into the hallway and fetched a nude feminine mannequin from the closet, another tool she'd been gifted by Jenna to aid in her own attempts at clothing design.
After five minutes, your traitorous affected DNA finally finished its work, and you'd absorbed enough of the dye to become completely dyed black. Every single inch of your body was utterly pitch-black in color, and though you knew the dye would eventually fade in time, it still felt so demeaning to have your existence erased and supplanted so easily. In fact, even though your human features remained, they were dyed black too, with just about the only non-black part of your body being the light-brown pinpricks of your eyes.
Mari clapped her hands after she fished you out of the bowl. "Ah, perfect work, honey! You've absorbed all of the dye, awesome! Now we can move onto step two. This'll get a bit tricky, so I found a video online that'll help me out a bit!" Your wife then tapped on her phone for a minute, before propping it up beside the mannequin. She then hit a button, and a sultry feminine voice sounded out from the phone.
"Greetings, all you lovely ladies and LUV fanatics. Monique Devine, back again with another tiny-molding tutorial. Thanks for all the love and support on my last video, even if there were some Tinex naysayers in the comments section. Sorry, haters, but my brand will always prioritize real tinies. Tinex just can't compare."
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