Later on, after pulling out of the couch and cleaning yourself up, you can't help but get a bad feeling about the couch. Perhaps having sex with the somewhat living furniture wasn't the best idea; but the experience was too incredible. You end up feeling conflicted about it. Walking out of the shower with a towel around your waist, a sudden ding of the doorbell startles you. "Coming!" You instinctively yell, throwing on sweat pants and a loose shirt. Passing by the room where the couch was, you figure it shouldn't be seen in its present state. Quickly, you grab a blanket from the hall closet and throw it over the top of the couch, covering its nipples and pussy. Now it just looks like an over stuffed piece of furniture, "That'll have to do." You sigh and answer the door.
It's your girlfriend Moira; she decided to drop on by after her shift at work. "Hey, honey." She greets and lets herself in. "Uh, h-hi." You mumble, closing the door behind her. The both of you stood in the hall, as Moira began to describe the oddities she experienced at work that day; her back was facing the room where the couch resided. The whole time Moira talked, you couldn't keep your gaze from looking at the couch. For some reason, you felt like you had to keep watch around it, almost like it might do something. And you were right, Moira got to a hilarious part of her story and walked backwards; the instant her foot entered the living room, you saw the couch lurch forward slightly, scraping it's legs against the floor. Not enough like it was able to move properly, but almost like it was struggling to get over to you two.
Hearing the noise, Moira stopped talking and turned her head; she didn't spot anything out of the ordinary. "What's wrong; you hear something?" You ask, trying to avert anything leading toward the couch. "It's nothing, must've been an auditory hallucination. Work has been making me a bit more stressed than usual." She explained. Chuckling, you placed your arm over her shoulder, "How about we get you a drink to help you relax then." You suggest, to which Moira agrees and walks with you to the kitchen. Looking back, you spot the couch inflate then deflate its breasts, sort of resembling a panicked breathing.
Through the rest of the afternoon, it became increasingly obvious that being anywhere near the couch with Moira around was dangerous. You had no clue why the couch is acting like this, or what it would even do if it got a hold of Moira. It soon became your job to make sure she stayed away from the living room at all costs, especially from the leather couch. Many times, she would be aloof and wander there with you following, both of you lost in relational conversation. "Y'know, hon, I just realized I've never really looked at this room before." She noted, looking around the living room. "Wow, who would've thought you actually had a sense of style. This room is beautiful!" Moira complimented, too. "Uh, thanks. I may not seem like it, but I sometimes like to experiment with interior decorating." You half lie, looking over at the quivering couch.
"One of these days, you have to give me pointers!" Moira suggested with a hearty laugh, before planting a kiss on your lips. Her back was facing the couch while doing this; you could see it was getting very upset at you kissing Moira. When the both of you stopped locking lips, you replied, "Haha, sure. Maybe next time we spend some time here." Your girlfriend nods, leaving shortly thereafter due to needing to get home. You subconsciously let out the largest sigh of relief anyone's ever given, as you absentmindedly sat on the leather couch, forgetting how it is nowadays for a split second. "Wait, shit!" You shout, as the plump cushions lift up, then slam back down, trapping you beneath them. "There's really no need for this!" You grumble, as the cushion make movements that twisted you around, making your face come into contact with the couch's snatch. "Oh, you've got to be-" You were cut off as the couch pushed it's pussy forward into your face, making your mouth touch it. Trying to talk, your moving mouth was clearly pleasuring the dominant couch, if it's many shakes and shivers were any indication. 'Gah, this is like if a chick was sitting on my face!' You equate in your mind; the couch continued to dominate you for a good half hour or so, trying to make you get the point. It consider you hers and hers alone; she didn't want you being with Moira anymore.