"ya know, don't see why you should have all the fun." said Chris moving to Justin's front.
"What do you mean." replied Justin rather distracted as he suddenly wondered just how he was able to draw breath, let alone speak with his torso the way it was.
"Oh, you'll see." Chris was rubbing his own cock as he walked towards Justin's face. "If I just place this here," Chris rammed his cock into Justin's mouth, grabbed him by the back of the head and forced himself deeper. "Hope you're a good cock sucker."
Justin was surprised, not so much at the partially erect cock that had just been forced into him, but at how instinctively he began to suck, lick and generally massage with his lips.
"That's it, keep on going. I've got to be completely hard for this to work." Chris was gently thrusting back and forth as he spoke. "This is an important lesson so try not to have too much fun." the sarcastic tones in Chris's voice were not hard to miss.
"Yes that's it, keep this up." Chris managed to say coherently after a few minutes of moans, groans and other signs of pleasure. "Now I should be able to do this." Chris immediatley lifted both his legs clear off the ground and wrapped them round the back of Justin's head, completely supported by his rock hard cock in Justin's mouth. "Just keep this up a while longer and ya'll see where I'm going with this."
Both stayed in position for what seemed like ages, caught up in the passion, pleasure and well let's face it pure ectasy of the moment until...
"Now!" Chris screamed. He cummed directly down Justin's throat and immediately he began to change. His legs moulded together down into Justin's head, his own blonde hair mixing with the brown of Justin's to form a pattern on what was now a chair seat. The change continued in Chris's abdomen as it shrunk and moulded into a thin metallic pole, his chest flattenning into the chair back support softened by his muscular features. His neck also moulded and merged into his chest leaving his flattening head as a head rest on top. His arms bent at the elbows and quickly become hard plastic arm rests sticking directly forward, both hands balling up forming slightly rounded ends. His facial features were quickly smoothing away and at the same time puffing outward into a soft cushion. Lastly both his bollocks, which had been pushed underneath the seat by the merging of the legs stretched and reformed; one into a lever to adjust the back support angle, the other to a knob for height control.