"Well of course I do..." Mrs. McGuire reassured her, much to Emily's relief. "It's right behind you, Mrs. Jones is using it." She explained.
Emily turned her head slightly, and a few rows of people back there was Mrs. Jones herself. She was your typical bitchy Karen if Emily had ever met one, and to make it worse that was ACTUALLY her name. She had curly brown hair which she kept very short, and always dressed a little provocatively despite her increasing weight.
She was wearing a tight dress which emphasized her pear shape and large ass in particular. She texted away on her phone, unaware of Emily approaching or her son's game which she was ignoring. Emily braced herself. She figured Mrs. Jones just used Mrs. McGuire to get the comfiest seat in the house. The only problem for Emily was that the seat was her father.
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Paul had never experienced anything like this. The trip to the game was stressful but uneventful. He was stuffed in the back with various other supplies, left only with his thoughts. He tried to keep his mind busy by trying to move something, anything, but to no avail. His journey ended with a bunch of young, grubby hands reaching in and yanking him out.
He could barely tell where he was, as his warped vision flung back and forth. Finally, a saving grace came from Olivia who snatched Paul up in her arms.
"Hey! Be carful with that!" Olivia scolded the kid as if she was still a mother.
"Pfft, ok Ollie. You're not my mom." The kid chuckled and kept walking.
Olivia reluctantly followed the group, knowing that their only chance was to stay near them so that Emily and Rick could find them and fix this mess. She leaned over once she was sure no-one could hear her and whispered to the bean bag.
"Don't worry honey, I'm sure Emily is on her way as we speak. Just hold out a bit longer ok?" She asked rhetorically.
Paul thanked her internally, but of course got no response. He found himself being lifted up out of Olivia's hands, and suddenly in the hands of their neighbor, Karen Jones.
"Ugh, not this whale." Paul sighed.
"He-hey!" Olivia tried to protest when Mr. McGuire stepped in.
"Focus Ollie, it's almost game time!" He yelled with a blow of his whistle. On instinct Olivia fell in line, only glancing back to hope Paul would be safe.
"Hey Jen, what's up?" Karen asked Mrs. McGuire.
"Oh nothing mu-" She began before Karen interrupted.
"Good good, say, you don't mind me using this bean bag right? I would use my own but I left it at home." She half smiled.
"Oh, um, sure Karen. Just make sure not to leave with it it's Rebecca's not mine." She meekly agreed.
"Sure hun." Mrs. Jones waved her off as she walked to the back of the parents and threw Paul onto the ground.
"Oh God. Please not you!" Paul begged.
His cry went unheard, and Mrs. Jones threw all of her weight down onto the bean bag. Paul Tensed ip, and if he had a mouth would have grunted from the shock. He felt his current bead filled body compress and stretch. At first, it just felt like some pressure, but as she settled, it began to feel... good.
Her massive ass nestled in his center, creating an indent as she browsed her phone's feed. Paul began to feel something like arousal, but coursing through his entire body. His whole being screamed at him. Yes. Yes. This is what he was made for. He did his best to ignore such thoughts, but his bliss from being used couldn't be overlooked.
"Holy shit." Paul gasped. "I guess if I am a seat with a mind, this would be kind alike sex... but... why does it feel sooo gooooood." He thought, happily enjoying another burst of bliss as Mrs. Jones fixed herself briefly.
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"Um... excuse me?" Emily tried her best to be polite. "Mrs. Jones?" She asked.
She looked up with a source glare and an eye role. "You're Emile right? Rebecca's boy?" She asked.
"Uh... yeah!" Emily said, having to think about it for a moment. "Listen, I'll give it back, but I need that bean bag chair for just a -" She started before Mrs. Jones interrupted.
"Ha! No way! This is my bean bag chair. Why I bought it for my boy Billy just the other day." She lied, trying to go back to browsing her phone.
Paul, meanwhile, had been blissfully ignoring his surroundings up until he heard Emily's somewhat more masculine voice.
"Uh, huh?" He snapped to. "E-Emily!? Emily it's me! Emily!" He tried to call out, more than a little freaked out by how easily he slipped into his role as an object.
Meanwhile, the debate was getting heated, finally causing some people to move closer and Emily to lose her cool.
"You know what, fine! Have it your way!" She screamed, lifting up the camera. If Mrs. Jones wouldn't move then she'd just let her get changed too.
"Oh you gonna take my picture and put it up on social media?! I don't think so!" She cried, rushing for the camera.
Before Emily could respond, Karen also had a grip on the camera. Paul the bean bag chair could only watch in horror from the ground, dredging loosing his only option of being human again. Rick had seen the commotion and rushed over as fast as his new body could let him, and Mrs. McGuire also came inn an attempt to stop the argument. Mr. Jones, a beefy southern man, also joined in the struggle, and just as it all reached a head... the camera went off!
Who changed?! And into what?! (Your choice).