Turned into a Drawing - Panties TF
Tags: Panties TF, Inanimate, Lingerie, Permanent, Object TF, Caption, Panties, Gender bend, Feminization, MTF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!Turned into a Drawing - Panties TF(Secret Santa Collab Gift for @GlazedHambino)(Click here to see the other gifts!)…
(Secret Santa Collab Gift for @GlazedHambino) (Click here to see the other gifts!) Noah had always known that his peer Olivia was different from the other students in the art program, but he never understood just how different until the day she pushed him face-first into a blank sheet of paper, making his entire body slip through the surface like it was made of a sponge and he was the water being absorbed. She went by Oli, had bright pink hair that fell past her shoulders and red eyes that always seemed to be laughing at some private joke nobody else understood. When she got a ninety-five on a painting assignment instead of a perfect score she told the professor he was a dumbass and that she was so talented she could draw over reality itself, and everyone in the class had rolled their eyes and written her off as another eccentric art kid with delusions of grandeur. Noah had been assigned to work with her on a joint project about color theory, which was why he found himself knocking on her dorm room door at two in the afternoon with no response. He knocked again and again, twenty times at least, before finally trying the handle and finding it unlocked. The room inside was chaos. Clothes scattered across every surface, art supplies piled in corners, empty snack wrappers and coffee cups creating a landscape of creative destruction. And there on the bed, completely naked with her pink hair spread across the pillow and her pussy glistening wet between her thighs, was Oli. Noah put his hand on her shoulder to wake her and she snapped upright instantly, not groggy at all, just suddenly awake and staring at him with those unsettling red eyes. He slapped his hand over his own face and turned away. "Jeez, can you not have some decency, Oli?" She laughed and stretched like a cat, making no move to cover herself. "Decency? I had a full night of passion and research. Looks like I overslept again, but today was all boring classes anyway." She grabbed a snickers bar from her nightstand and started eating it while still completely naked, chocolate smearing on her lips. "What is wrong, virgin? First time seeing a woman naked?" "No, it is just you are naked and... stuff..." "You think I am crazy, do you not?" He looked away. "No, of course not. What do you mean? I never said..." "Yeah, you do, you bastard." Her voice went cold. "You know what, let me fucking show you what real art is so you understand." Before he could react, she grabbed him by the collar and shoved him toward her desk, pushing him down against a blank sheet of drawing paper. His hands touched the surface and something impossible happened, they sank into it like the paper was a pool of white liquid. He tried to pull back, but she pressed harder, and his arms slipped through up to the elbows, then his chest, then his face, and with a final shove, his entire body was sucked into the page with a sound like a door slamming shut. The world inside the paper was white. Not bright white or glowing white, just flat endless nothing in every direction. Noah found that he could move, but only with great difficulty, like pushing through thick syrup, and when he tried to reach the edges of his prison, he found invisible walls blocking him at every angle. Then he looked up and saw Oli's enormous face staring down at him from above, her red eyes filling his entire sky as she cracked her knuckles and picked up an eraser. "Hey, what are you doing?" The eraser came down. It touched his shirt first and the fabric simply ceased to exist, not torn away or dissolved but erased from reality stroke by stroke like pencil marks being rubbed off a page. His pants followed, then his shoes and socks, until he was standing completely naked with his hands cupped over his crotch. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a strange numbness spreading through whatever part of his body the eraser touched, followed by the absolute absence of feeling in the clothing that had been there. "Now now, do not hide your little anaconda," Oli said, her voice booming from above. "Move your hands!" "No, you crazy bitch, let me out of here!" "Move them or I erase them." He moved them. Oli giggled. "So this is what you were working with... cute" "Shut the fuck up!" "You know, I always thought you would make a pretty chick. Let me fix that for you." The eraser descended again before he could protest, touching his cock with gentle precision. She worked in stripes, erasing from the sides toward the center, and the sensation was overwhelming in a way that Noah had not expected. Each stroke of the eraser sent waves of pleasure through his groin even as it removed pieces of his anatomy, his nerves firing wildly in response to being unmade. "Ahhhhhn~ nnngh~ what the~ mmmmmph~" His cock shrank with each pass, becoming thinner and shorter until it was just a twitching noodle of sensitive flesh, and the pleasure kept building until he could not hold back anymore. He came hard, his diminished member s
