over-night everything in Master’s house turned into me

Developing my furniture rabbits further via a story of a sex-slave that has found himself replaced overnight when everything in his masters house had taken his shape.

I woke up one morning to find my Masters house made up entirely of me. Stepping out of bed, my slippers had my head, and the sole where my foot usually rests was my body. Even my sleeping cot, bore a sinister resemblance to me. My masters morning coffee was served on an ornate wooden tray, filled with motifs of me. And the…