Jamal evilly rubbed his hands together and smiled. He knew the perfect target for his tests: his bratty sister Deena. Well, bratty wasn't exactly accurate. Deena was Jamal's elder sister, but she tended to act like a little kid. She threw tantrums when she didn't get what she wanted, didn't do anything herself, and, worst of all, Jamal's mom bought it up, pampering Deena for seemingly no reason!
But Jamal had had enough. "Deena!" he called, crossing his fingers. Quickly, Jamal brought up his funniest memes on his laptop. "I've got something to show you!" he finished, on what he hoped was a tempting note. After about five minutes, Jamal's door creaked open. Deena stepped into his room and asked, "What is it?"
Lets take a moment to describe Deena. Deena was an okay height, standing at about 5' 7". She had smooth cocoa skin, curvy hips and thick thighs, a slimmish waist, dark curly hair fashioned into childish puff-puffs, large breasts which measured at about a D-cup, and a pretty face with big brown eyes and full lips. Deena currently stood with her hands on her hips and bored look on her face.
Jamal stepped out of his chair and motioned for her to sit down. Deena sat down and was immediately sucked into the world of funny modified pictures. "Heh..." Deena droned, mindlessly scrolling down the list. Now! Jamal tried to place his gloved hand on Deena, but he fumbled and touched the chair. Deena grunted warningly, but kept staring at the memes. Jamal then placed his other hand on her head and exhaled. "What are you-" Deena began.
"SCHWOOP!"
With that familiar noise (except much louder) both Deena and Jamal's computer chair disappeared. In its place was something odd... It was Deena, but a chair, to put it simply.
Deena's face was stretched to replace the headrest of the chair, her eyes permanently wide open and staring forward, her lips stretched into an involuntary smile. Deena's torso had replaced the main body so that her breasts were now changed into back-cushions. Deena's arms seemed normal, but they were bent at 90º to her torso, slightly flattened, and ended in tightly-clenched cubic fists, not to mention the fact that she couldn't move them. Her lap was now a seat cushion, her thighs stretched and thickened into less than a simple cocoa colored pad. Then came Deena's lower legs. It was strange: rather than being the regular four pegs legs of his old chair, Deena's legs had transformed into wheeled legs. Her lower legs had fused together and branched out into six branches, all of which ended in a round structure that looked suspiciously like a toe. Finally, Jamal noticed that Deena's transformed body was currently naked, her original clothing nowhere to be seen.
"Whaaa?" Deena-chair slurred. Jamal ignored her and sat down in her. "Oooooo..." Deena-chair groaned, extremely erotically. Jamal's eyes widened, but then he realized that the chair's back cushions were technically still Deena-chair's breasts, so when he sat down, he had essentially heavily kneaded them.
Jamal stared at the gloves. He had experienced what they'd done and boy did it feel good. But Jamal wasn't done there: there were still several more tests to run. But all of them required a live subject. Jamal leaned back in his new Deena-chair, elicting another lazy moan from her, and considered his options.