Amy felt uncomfortable in her chair so she got up and sat in one of the 2 other open chairs, not realizing she was sitting on Jen. This only worked for a second before she was compelled to stand up again.
She moved to a spot infront of both Jen and Karen and turned to face Jen. Amy then leaned backwards further and further until her hands were planted firmly onto the ground. Now that she was in a bridge position, she felt her stomach push down until her torso was fully level, with her head and neck still bent to face forwards, albeit now upside down.
Now panicking, Amy watched her arms and legs turn to wood followed by the rest of her body as her clothes melted away. She, unlike Jen and Karen, had kept her human form, and had just turned to appear as if she was a decorative carving. Finally a glass pane appeared on top of her and pushed down until her nipples and clit pierced 3 holes into it, which would keep the glass in place. She then felt her pussy stretch out into a wide rectangular cube opening, which spanned the entire area between her thighs, and was about 3 inches high. This too hardened in place, becoming a wodden shelf for small things like tv remotes.
Just Amy's head was left untouched. She frantically looked for someone to help her, but no one either came or even noticed her presence. She then heard 2 girls laughing.
"I know I shouldn't be laughing, but damn do you make for quite the kinky coffee table Amy."
"Karen! I can't see you, where are you? What happened to me?"
"Same thing that happened to us" answered Jen.
"Jen? We were looking all over for you. And what do you mean by us? Are you two coffee tables too?"
"Not coffee tables, but we are two of the three chairs surrounding you. Jen is near your pussy while I am on your left" explained Karen.
Jen then added, "yeah, this is all Kyle's doing. He cursed me this morning making me turn into this chair and then he made it so that whoever uses me, and by extension probably you both as well, will be turned into some kind of furniture. And to make it worse, no one can hear us or even see us as anything but furniture until they too are cursed. Finally, only he can undo this who thing."
"Fuck, I don't want to be a fucking coffee table" complained Amy.
"It must feel good though, right?" Asked Karen, who out of the three of them, seemed to be the most calm. Mainly because forniphilia is one of her secret fetishes, but also because it simply felt really good too.
Amy hated to admit it, but Karen was right. She felt so turned on now it was driving her crazy. Her permanently erect nipples and clitoris were not helping either. And especially her massive opening for a pussy. She could feel every subtle draft blow by her with it.
The 3 of them just talked for the rest of the morning as there was little else they could do as furniture. Around noon, someone finally entered their area. Karen was the first to see them and felt a little bit excited, slightly hoping to be used.