For  tempson

I added an epilogue that fleshes the concept out a little more.

This story came from an idea he shared with me: A cursed beanbag that swallows the sitter. It spits them out as an obedient zentai drone stuffed with beanbag filling. They can still think their own thoughts, but can’t act on anything but commands.

The drones are able to 'disguise' themselves as their former identities when in public by shapeshifting, which also allows them to infiltrate certain social circles. Or tell their friends about this really cool company they work for now.

And I dwelled on it, then this sort of came out.

Featuring Tempson's lovely girls Persimmon Flora and Harriet.