You feel a growing emptiness inside you, and then your flattened head rolls forward. You head curls into your chest, which rolls over your crotch, thighs and then shins and finally, your feet, and your toes become strings which wrap around you and draw taut. You're in the dark with your head rolled up inside you, and you fall asleep.
Minutes pass? Or maybe it was years? There really is no sense of time for an object and that is all you are now. You feel warm hands on your calves.
"So this living sleeping bag is guaranteed to make for the best sex in a sleeping bag anyone can have?" a young male voice asks. It sounds familiar to you, but your ears are rolled up inside you, so you cannot be sure.
"Oh, yes, sir. You will enjoy the most sensual sexual experience of your life whether in the living sleeping bag alone or with a partner. To receive the full beneficial experience, it is recommended that all users be naked, while in the bag," another male voice said. You think it might be the same zentai that injected you. Again you wish you could see.
Another hand touches you, the bare skin on your bare fabric is electric. You moan and wriggle.
"Whoa!"
"See?"
"Most definitely. Cool, now here's my credit card. This really is a living person?"
"Oh, yes. And he was specifically chosen to be modified this way for your request," the clerk said.
"He?"
"Well, yes?"
"Uh, okay. Oh, how do I clean it. You know after use?"
The clerk chuckles, "No worries, All our living furnishings are self-cleaning. Enjoy your camping trip, sir."
You end up wriggling and moaning softly as you are carried under your new owner's arm. You feel the warmth and pressure, and are vaguely aware of the male scent. He tosses you into what you presume is the boot of his car, and drives away. You roll back and forth in the trunk hitting various objects as the vehicle moves.