Transformation Vignette: How It's Made - St. Andrews Crosses
Another vignette prompted by a Telegram TF chat I'm in. This is my first inanimate/object TF, and I like how it turned out, even if it's short and a bit unrefined.
As your new dom snaps the right ankle cuff closed, binding you securely to the wooden cross behind you, a dull sensation flows through your body, as if your leg has fallen asleep - but over every inch of your flesh. Joints lock as the texture and tone of your arms, legs, and torso shift from supple flesh to polished, fine-grained wood. Hands twist down and fingers fuse to palms as they transform into leather cuffs; the sensation of your toes stretching to do the same is nothing but erotic pleasure as your ankles crack and slide to form ankle bindings.
Chest, stomach, groin - your breasts suck inward, nipples reduced to attractive knots in the surface of your new oaken form, while your sex withdraws until no sign remains, and with it, the memory of whether you previously had a penis, a vagina, both, or neither. The feeling of your most intimate areas flattening, smoothing, transforming to a featureless, null surface is akin to hours, days of ceaseless edging, depositing you at the precipice of orgasm but ensuring that you never, ever topple into relief.
Finally, you feel your panting, gasping mouth seals closed; sinuses plug and for the briefest second you panic, unable to breathe, until you realize you no longer require it. Your sight dims as your eyelids pinch shut and your ears clog, leaving you blinded and deafened - yet even with sight, sound, scent, taste gone, you're acutely aware that your facial features have smoothed out, leaving a blank surface that plumps outward with padding, completing your metamorphosis into a virgin St. Andrews Cross with a leather-adorned headrest.
As the master unfastens you from the cross behind you, preparing to put you on display for sale, you realize that you can still feel every touch, every stroke - and that the rest of your existence, constantly being stimulated as new submissives are strapped to you and teased, tortured, and brought to climax, while you NEVER achieve release, will be a nirvana of lustful madness.