The party was in full swing and Justin was not enjoying himself. The way he had been transformed focussed his entire sense of self into his face, which was currently the seat of one of very few pieces of furniture in Chris’s dorm room.
For Chris, the highlight of the party had been when some jock got stinking drunk and bet he could back-flip over the table onto the tiger-stripe beanbag chair. When he crashed through the table, spilling beer and nachos over the rug, Chris decided that since he’d be using the betting money to replace the table anyway, and decided to have the jock replace it for now. The drunk galoot didn’t have enough of a mind to refuse the idea, and was soon stripped naked.
Chris flattened the guy down to about two inches thick, then angled him off at the sides to make him into a rectangle. His limbs were folded down to right-angles from his body to form the legs of the table. His feet and hands were squeezed into flat-bottomed nubs. Chris had thought about leaving them alone but felt they’d be likely to trip someone. Next, Chris rubbed and massaged the jock’s cock. The party-goers all oo’d and snickered and some even joined in as Chris got the jock hard, while said jock remained in a drunken and half-concussed stupor.
‘Alright, alright,’ Chris got the people who joined him in jacking off the moaning jock to step back.
He expertly moulded the jock’s cock into an elegant candle-holder, one last stroke of it converting it to a metallic substance. The jock shivered a bit. Chris then started to rub and stroke at the jock’s body, causing it to slowly take on a brown, grainy texture – he was becoming mahogany. One of the guys stopped Chris and suggested leaving the jock mostly human, noting that the muscular guy had remained rigid this whole time, and that it could be pretty funny to treat him like a table while he can still react. Chris agreed and merely made the jock’s arms and legs into solid wood to stop him from getting up, leaving the rest of his body partially varnished but mostly flesh and able to feel sensations. From this point on, the guests treated the partially transformed and drunkenly blitzed jock like a regular table, resting their cold beers on his belly and stacking chips on his chest. A couple even started making out on top of him at some point in the later hours.
For Justin, however, the major highlight of the night was merely hearing his favourite song – albeit muffled through the asscheeks of a senior. Men in various states of intoxication were constantly plopping their backsides down on his face, their asscheeks pressing in and spreading over him. Justin’s entire sensory experience was dedicated to the various kinds of asses that were resting on him. Big bubblebutts, wide flabby asses, pert firm buttocks... Some were sweaty and the ass-sweat soaked into his face or left damp patches for some time. Justin almost wished Chris had transformed away his eyes but he thought that, even though all he could see was asses and darkness, it would probably have driven him mad to be unable to sense anything at all.
As the party wound down, people started leaving, some of them pairing up beforehand.
Soon, only one guest (and some furniture) remained. The guest was a 6’8” hunk with long blonde hair, tanned Caucasian skin, and a California accent.
‘Something up, Ethan?’ Chris asked.
‘Well, half-mast,’ Ethan smirked and winked, approaching closer.
Chris was surprised. He and Ethan had Transformation classes together and had often manipulated each other’s naked bodies by hand, but that was standard practice and he never expected Ethan to come on to him.
The two flirted for a while before Ethan finally went in for a kiss. Chris and Ethan locked lips and stroked each other’s bodies. Soon, their kiss was accompanied by muffled moans as they started stripping each other off and rubbing up against each other, leaning on the unconscious table for support. As Chris pulled Ethan onto the table, knocking off the candle-holder, Ethan realised Chris wanted to bottom. For the first time in ten minutes, the kiss was broken as Ethan, suddenly blushing and embarrassed, informed Chris that he hadn’t brought a condom and would need to borrow one.
Chris realised he didn’t have any condoms either.
But he did have Justin, and Tiger for that matter. He looked between the tiger-stripe beanbag and the fancy-looking chair.