Sammy had retreated to her study to revel in her newest book, 101 Things to Make with Rubber Dragons, finding much interest in the words inscribed in what was her once clumsy maid Charlotte. About an hour had passed before she was aroused from her reading by a cacophony of noise coming from downstairs. Enticed by the thought of a trespasser to deal with, she strolled out of her study and down the stairs. After a bit of searching, she came to find the source of the noise: a stranger, a feminine boi clad in a cacophony of colors. She was looking at and admiring many of the objects in the house, each bearing vague resemblance to people and creatures behind their clearly artificial forms. Sammy let out a knowing ‘a-hem’, prompting the stranger to break away from her admiration of the objects. "You know, you seem quite intelligent for a ‘human’. I admire how many of these poor creatures you’ve freed from the shackles of sentience! You’ve helped them find their true selves, it’s something I can really relate to!" Artress smiled sincerely, respecting such a wizened understanding found in this… ‘person’. Sammy smirked, amused by her visitor’s statements. "Thank you for the complement, though you don't belong here. Admirer or no, I’ll have to ask you to leave before I make an ottoman out of you." Sammy noted, twirling her right finger lightly.

The stranger the stranger’s smile widened upon hearing the ‘threat’. "That’s quite a kind offer to make! However, being an ottoman would make my work much more difficult, so I’ll have to decline for now!” She continued, springing spryly in the air, landing behind Sammy. “Oh, speaking of work… I thought I’d spruce up some of the less ‘quality’ art around your abode." She smiled, pointing to some of the pieces which were now much more abstract and gaudy in nature. Sammy’s fists begun to clench, as the intruder completely disregarded her, walking over over to one of her more expensive paintings, and one of the few things in the house that did not used to be someone. She raised her thumb to the painting ‘eyeing’ it up before making a couple quick swipes. In a flash, the painting twisted and contorted, becoming an abstract parody of itself. Such a crass disregard for Sammy’s priceless art pushed her to her breaking point. "That’s it!!! I don’t know who you are, I don’t care how much you compliment me, but NO ONE alters MY work!!” She snapped her finger, the room rumbling around them. “You’re gonna spend the rest of your life as a toilet seat!!!" Mechanical arms sprung from every wall in the room, each one making a bee-line for the fiend, attempting to grab her. Each tried as it might, but she was much too fast, sidestepping their grabs, smattering each one. Mere moments passed before whole of them had been converted to mechanical flowers. The technicolor invader smirked, "that’s much better, don’t ya think?" Sammy’s anger boiled over, her body shaking in rage. She lifted her arm before regaining her composure, approaching the stranger carefully. "I can’t say I agree. Not that it matters… TOILET!!!" Sammy jerked her hand quickly, the wall behind her pest cracking wide open, a laser popping up behind them. Before they could react, it blasted her with its full salvo, knocking her to the ground. Sammy approached her disheveled victim, laughing in triumph over their crumpled form. Her laughter soon faded, as her victim begun to stand up, completely changed by the ray. Stricken still by shock, Sammy could not react as she was picked up off the ground and held in place by one mechanical flower that were once her defense system. Smiling again, the stranger walked over seductively, biting the end of her brush. "That was a good attempt, but I am one with such powers.” She motioned her hand, a large wad of paint lifting away from her body where the beam struck her, “so only I am allowed to choose who gets turned into what.” Her stance hardened, paint dripping to the ground. “And as the sculptor around here, it’s only fair that I be referred to properly.” She grabbed sammy’s chin, bending it down to look into her faded eyes. “My name is Artress, the Dominator of Art. And you? You’ll make the perfect sculpture to symbolize the flawed belief of creative control."

Before Sammy could utter a word in protest, the Artress had already released her chin, having dabbed dabbed a bit of paint onto her face. The mechanical flower released her, her body unable to react. In an instant, Sammy could feel the tingling sensation spread as the nanomachines took to altering the latex clad mistress down to the cellular level. She could feel a pressure from all sides, seemingly compressing her body to the point of fusing solid, despite there being seemingly nothing acting upon her. This seemingly magical method was strange compared to her own methods. She could feel her body become searing, then freezing, and continuing to fluctuate back and forth, the feeling of compression intensifying further. As her body continued to thin, she could feel each and every part of her seemingly stretch out, reaching further than she had ever felt before. Now twice her height, she had no mirror to see what she was becoming, but from the sensation she could tell she was a phalic shape. Of course, something so simple would be far too conventional for a genius like the Artress. An intense pleasure ran all along the sides of her body, as it begun to pull in on itself, her form beginning to swirl in a wave-like motion. After such an intense pleasure, she begun to feel… hard. Try as she might, she could not move her body begun to stiffen, her previously immobile state now emphasized by the deep feeling in her skin. She knew that movement would never be possible again, her body now permanently formed into an S shape. With her process, she knew that those who were transformed could feel the whole of their contours, permanently teased by the caress of physical contact… But this… this change left her unable to feel anything about her, not even the expression she was making. Artress smirked, knowing that her piece would want to be shown one last time what it was before those thoughts faded away. She carted Sammy over to one of the many mirrors elsewhere in the house so could see the big dopey grin she was making, her hands seemingly covering all over herself. She couldn't feel any of what she was seeing, but even she had to admit that she loved what she had become.

With a job well done, Artress leaned in and gave Sammy a kiss on the ‘cheek’ before walking away from her. Sammy could see her leaving as her sight begun to fade. Her mind, the last vestiges of her humanity, starting to slow down and simplify as words began repeating its self in her head: I....am Art.....I do not think......I exist.....to be seen.....I am Art, I do not think, I exist to be seen. She fumbled in her thoughts as she tried to think of a way to change back, to get even with the now long gone intruder. Though even if she could figure out a way, her mind was continually distracted by the words echoing in her subconscious; growing louder and louder. Her worried state of mind began to fade as her subconscious chanting soon became her conscious mantra, the only thought left in Sammy's mind, repeating endlessly. Even as decades passed and everything around her crumbled, it continued. Time marched and life decayed, but this piece of art stayed beautiful in both body and mind... thanks to Artress.

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Art by me, Story by  gojiro7 and Painfulelegy!