Eager to see your beautiful girlfriend as always, you scurry across the room, dodging and weaving between the half-unpacked boxes. As you neared the door, however, you made a fatal mistake. Leaping over a couple of books on the floor, you misjudged the height of the pile and caught your foot on the top of them. Your graceful leap turned into a clumsy lurch and you stumbled into the side of a box, momentum causing you to hit it at waist height and flip over into it. This wouldn't have been too big an issue, as it was a box full of jars, some open, some closed and filled with gummy of various colors if it wasn't for the other box towering over it that your impact had shifted the weight off.
Staring up momentarily dazed, you didn't even have a chance to cry out as the contents of the box above tipped and spilled out over you. more bottles above fell towards you. Your mouth opened to scream in panic, and the falling bottle slammed right into your mouth, forcing it wide as its weight shoved you down into one of the jars below. The bottle was full of some sort of liquid, it tasted of blueberries and you were forced to gulp it down. You also felt as if it was soaking into your very skin.
A moment later you heard footsteps as the noise alerted the girls in the room beyond. You heard your girlfriend's voice cry out.
"Oh crap, my gummy dyes!" She said in an annoyed, slightly panicked tone. "Stacy I thought you were being careful how you stacked the boxes!" She said accusingly before you heard Stacy reply.
"I did! the Box must have given out or something." She insisted as you saw some figures above blocking the light. Bottles were moved and with a wet popping sound, the bottle that forced you into the jar was removed. You tried to speak but crushed as you were, your mouth needed time to reform.
"Well, it looks like only one bottle got wasted...at least it fell on some gummy and dyed it" Mary sighed, "but a whole bottle of translucent purple on one gummy ball. What a waste" You stared up at your beautiful girlfriend trying to call to her, but could only watch as she simply flipped up the lid of the open jar and latched it shut, sealing you in its airtight glass confines. As she moved away from your field of vision and from the muffled sounds, was tidying up the mess, you wondered why she hadn't recognized you. It didn't take long for her words to sink in, you had been dyed, that was why she hadn't realized it was you. With a cold feeling, you remembered her saying it was translucent dye. You knew your mother had developed some of those, you knew it made gummy see through to a degree, but had never been dyed by it yourself. Were you now semi-transparent? Annoyingly you had taken to wearing gummy clothing in recent years, to avoid being naked when crushed and your clothes destroyed by friction, so they likely had been dyed too.
An entire bottle of dye soaked into you, made you feel heavy and waterlogged. It slowed down your ability to reform, not that you had the space to do it inside this tight jar anyway. All you could do was wait for Mary to get you out and try to squirm for attention. Not the best start to your college life if you were being honest with yourself.
A little while later, you were taken out of the box and your jar prison was placed on a shelf, you could hear the muffled sounds of other glass jars being placed on either side of you, but your field of vision was of the shelf above. Your mouth was still a wide tube where the bottle had fallen into you. You could hear muffled sounds of conversation but with your prison airtight and sealed, you couldn't make out the words themselves. Eventually, all went quiet and the light went off. You stayed there, unmoving in silence for hours before the light came back on and you heard muffled giggles and stumbling footsteps. Mary and her friends must have gone out to have some fun earlier. You couldn't tell what was going on or how much time had passed in your current position. Eventually, though the conversations stopped, there was the sound of the door and the light went off again. You assumed this time Mary was going to bed.
This kind of guesswork for what was happening went on for the first college week of Mary's time here. She had no time to interact with her gummy orbs to make anything with all the new classes, but when the weekend came along she had been asked by friends and family if she could make some things and send them to them. She was happy to let off steam and create, so you found Mary's hand come into view as she grabbed your jar and others and set them down on the desktop. The tunnel that was your mouth had almost closed by now, you were worried by how slow it was with all this dye in you. With a hiss of air, the lid was unsealed and sound flooded into your prison for the first time in eternity. Mary was playing some music on her phone as she reached her hand in and scooped you out with a slurping sound. You popped free of the glass confines as she put you down on the desk, finally able to see her beautiful face.
You tried to squirm, to let her know it was you, but it felt like your body was weighed down by the dye. You were moving in quicksand and your slow struggles simply looked like a glob of gummy settling to its new surface. She saw the little tunnel in your translucent body and giggled, sticking her finger in and wriggling it around. Mentally you gagged as she pushed her finger down your throat, but could do nothing to stop it from happening. She looked thoughtful for a moment
"Oh, I know what to use you for" She said, mostly to herself before she began to stretch you with one hand, using her fingers to stretch the tunnel wider in all directions.
Using her expert hands she made you longer and thin, your stretched-out throat pressed close to your outside as it became a void. She squeezed it smaller toward the top and as you took form, you realized that she was turning you into a bottle shape. As you tried desperately to get her attention, she continued her work. She pulled out a long, thin tool, slipping it down your throat and inflating the end until it pressed against you. Then she got out a small bucket of Beta4 that she kept locked up so she didn't accidentally get her beloved boyfriend with it and dunked you under the surface. The tools hold you in place as the chemical is poured down your throat as well as over your skin. Instantly you felt your body locking up in the shape. Just thick enough you would be semi-rigid with a bit of flexibility, not so thin you would flop like fabric.
Once Mary was sure the bottle was soaked properly, she lifted you out and let the last of the Beta4 drip back into the bucket before locking it back securely. Ironically Jack's safety was paramount for her, but she had just casually turned her boyfriend into a bottle despite her precautions. You realized with cold horror that she had actually formed your lips to have grooves in them, which as she produced a small gummy crafted lid that she screwed over them tight, were explained as to their purpose. She smiled admiring her work, the translucent purple bottle looked handcrafted, which it was, but well made. It would be a great sports bottle.
With that done, she placed it into a cardboard box for later and got to work on the next item she had been asked for. You lay there immobile, panic welling up within your silent, immobile body. You had no way of communicating to Mary that this bottle was you, you doubted bottles would be near solvent as often as clothing was, plus you had already been trapped a week. You weren't sure she would guess your location once she realized you were missing.
All you could do was hope and pray that it got fixed soon, you wondered why she had put you in a box, what future did fate intend for you?
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