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Beauty Within - Early Access (Tg/Object)
🕑 Added 2025-02-16 17:00:11 +0000 UTC"You'll do excellently!" I heard a feminine voice say from behind me. Startled, I went to turn around only to be met with the business end of a wand being wielded by a woman with a malicious sparkle in her eye. Lightning shot from the wand, striking my chest and changing my body to her liking. My body began to grow, inflating like a balloon until my flesh met an invisible wall, forcing me into the shape of a fleshy rectangle. Gray rapidly consumed my body, converting it to simple granite. Another flash of light and the monolith that was made of my body teleported into a large studio of an artist where the woman was now standing, hammer and chisel in hand.
"WAIT!" I shouted at her as she put the chisel up to my skin, but either she didn't hear me or didn't care and struck it hard. I reeled from the blow, expecting pain but as the piece of my body fell loose, I only felt pleasure. "You're some high-quality material! You should be proud!" The woman told me as if that would make me feel better. She repositioned the chisel and took another chunk off me, sending more pleasure through my cold, hard body. "I have quite the idea for you," she told me, tongue sticking out in concentration, "I think you'll be excellent for my upcoming exhibit!" She was going to display me? In front of people that I may know? The thought was terrifying and humiliating in equal parts, but that didn't stop her from resuming her work.
Piece by piece, her vision was revealed as she got the rough form of a woman carved out from my body. Once the outline was done, she began work on smoothing out my forming curves. I could feel her as she worked, chiseling and shaping my body into a definite feminine form but was powerless to stop her or even protest. I watched in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors as she shaped out my hips, leaving them wide and alluring. When she shaped my breasts, I could feel the heft of them as if they weren't just stone but instead part of my real body. I cringed as she leveled her chisel at my crotch and was met with extreme pleasure as she carved a slit in between my legs. She finished off my face as I basked in the afterglow of my sex change, shaping cat ears atop long locks of hair. She stepped back, covered in dust that used to be part of me, and admired her work, dusting off her hands. "Perfect!" She said, framing me between her two hands, "Or rather, purrfect!" With that pun, she threw a tarp over my body, closing my world in darkness
Days later, I felt a dolly push beneath my plinth, lifting my heavy body into a truck. The rumbling of an engine and the cracking of gravel under tires told me of my repositioning until a forklift grabbed my body, moving me to the center of a marble floor. "Ladies and gentlemen!" I heard the voice of my captor shout, "Presenting the centerpiece of my collection!" The tarp was torn from my body, dropping to the floor. I stared into the eyes of dozens of people who gasped. A barrage of flashes from cameras disoriented me as the crowd exclaimed compliments. The woman bowed and continued her presentation, "This piece is particularly unique because I am encouraging you to touch it!" My non-existent blood ran cold as the thought of thousands of hands caressing me filled my mind, but without any way to communicate, I was left helpless as the crowd approached, taking her invitation to heart and touching every part of my new, sensitive body.
