All day, I've been in the mood to be stretched/flattened/compressed/etc., but the way I've wanted it to happen is very impersonal.
Like, it's being done to me by the machines in an empty factory, all running on autopilot. Mechanical arms coming down and grabbing me, putting me in boxes or building the shape-altering devices around me. Then, once I'm trapped, doing all kinds of transformation shape-changing things as I struggle, nobody around to hear my calls for help as I'm reshaped against my will. My body is stretched out, or molded into a shape, or flattened between rollers, or crushed until I'm just a head with socked feet.
Then once th