"Phew." He chuckled. "You know, now that I kinda know how this all works, this is kinda hot." He muttered, scratching Jennifer's ass much to her enjoyment. "Hmm, what now?" He muttered to himself.
He looked back in through the small window and his curiosity began to grow. Inside that room, his son was in the life of the babysitter, a chair was living as a human baby, and the real babysitter was currently sitting in the corner, living out as nothing but a piece of furniture, with all of them none the wiser.
He glanced back down to see Jennifer in Rex's life looking up at him. She tilted her head like dogs do when they wanted something. He scratched her head, letting her stick her tongue out to pant happily.
"Look, don't be mad, but... I have a way to turn everyone back." He rationalized. "I'm just gonna go in there and interact for now." He told the unthinking Jennifer.
Tim picked back up the end of the collar, standing up fully with a stretch of his back. He then turned, eager to interact with the changes he made.
"Oh, hello Mrs. Johnson. You're back early." Tim Jr. greeted.
Tim almost immediately broke out laughing. Timmy sounded like any early child learning how to talk, but somehow no lisp, no errors in grammar, and all with the inflections, mannerisms, and accent of a college aged black girl.
"Yes, sorry for running out early on you before Shaniqua." Tim replied, trying his best to imitate his wife by flicking his ponytail back and leaning on one hip. "I just wanted to catch a neighbor quickly before they left." He semi-lied.
"Alright." Timmy cheerfully believed him. "Anyway, little Timmy here is doing well." He laughed, pointing towards the living, person shaped sofa sitting in the playpen with a diaper.
"Good I'm glad. Why hello Timmy." Tim greeted, trying his best to do Jennifer's baby voice.
The felt creature opened it's mouth, and in the back of it's throat a zipper sound came out.
"Z-zip zip!" It called, which somehow Tim could understand as baby babble.
Jennifer crawled up to the sofa thing and licked it's face, causing it's zipper to move back and forth really quickly which sounded like laughter.
"No, bad Rex!" Timmy called, hopping off the couch.
Tim watched his son walking for the first time, never expecting him to do so in heels. Timmy, despite his size, was able to lift up the much larger sofa thing, able to simultaneously such a still happy and naked Jennifer away with ease. Tim was amazed. It was certainly all very strange, yet he couldn't stop watching it all. It was like a train crash, something he should probably not watch but couldn't help himself anyway.
That's when his attention turned to the real Shaniqua. Getting an up close look was stranger than ever. The much larger girl was almost perfectly shaped like a sofa chair with all the extra fat, and she stared off into the distance with no emotion still. Tim glanced down at her waist, then up again, then down again. His curiosity was overriding his logic again.
"Well, just a minute." He thought.
Tim walked over, turned around, then sat down on Shaniqua's lap. Surprisingly, her lap was comfortable. It was as soft as a sofa chair should be, yet also felt like sitting in a woman's lap still. He leaned in, put his arms on her arms, then leaned back, his head just below her own.
"Not bad Shaniqua." He whispered.
"Hm, you say something Mrs. Johnson?" Timmy asked, coming back from locking Jennifer in the kitchen whose entrance to the living room where they were was cut off by a childproof barrier. "Hey, isn't that Mr. Johnson's favorite chair? He may be annoyed to see you laying in it." He joked.
"Don't worry, I'm sure he'll understand." Tim chuckled.
He was very comfortable. Then his eyes shot open, remembering it could recline... so could Shaniqua? He turned around, and stared at her waist, remembering how Carla had turned on Jennifer as a lawnmower before.
"Shit... well... I guess if that's how it's done." He thought, sticking his hands in-between the thigh fat.
Faster than he thought, he felt her pussy. It was fairly hairless, but very puffy. His face turned red, and quickly stuck his fingers in. It was wet, and tight, but he didn't want to pry long. He played with her clit briefly, and in an instant her back leaned back somewhat, and her legs jutted out, being held in the air. Tim pulled his hand out, and looked over the side, noting that she seemed to be balancing on her giant fat ass.
"Wow." Tim muttered.
"Ha, did you forget it reclines?" Timmy asked as he placed the sofa thing back in it's large playpen.
"Uh... yup, that's it..." He mumbled.
That's when...