He couldn’t get what had just happened out of his head. The way his sister had just been sat upon by his mother, nothing more than a piece of furniture, helpless to do anything but he used. He was starting to see the appeal.
As he sat down at his desk, the transformation Emily had just undergone blown up on his screen, temptation filled his veins. All he needed to do was copy and paste and suddenly the sister turned chair would be part of a matched set. It was too arousing, too tempting. His fingers were flying away at the keyboard in seconds, recreating that exact transformation and with a tap of the enter key it was done. Jeff got to his feet and hurried down the stairs, his skin tingling from excitement and the beginning stages of the transformation.
His mother had retreated to the kitchen, he could hear her rustling around in there as he came to a halt next to his sister, it was then that things began to rapidly change. His legs stiffened and his toes began to shrink, his skin texture becoming treated dark wood and making him bite his lip as he bent into a sitting position. His arms extended downwards, touching the floor and lengthening until he resembled a fleshy human chair. Wood began to creep over his skin, eradicating the pale tone and leaving behind a refined wooden texture identical to his sister’s. His legs and arms squared off, becoming stiffer, more wooden, and finally nothing but blocks of wood. He began to pant as his internal organs faded and a deep red cushion grew on his stomach turned seat while his shoulders rose above his head, enveloping him in the growing back of the chair he was was becoming. The moaning face he had swollen faded into an identical cushion to the one on his seat and filled out his new form. He pulled and shifted until he was the same size and build as his sister, with little curves and rings in his wooden legs matching hers as if they’d been cut from the same tree.
Then with a ding the transformation was complete, Jeff was nothing more than another chair in the dining room, part of a matching set with his sister, waiting for the chance to be sat on, to be used. Upstairs his room began to fade, his possessions and presence erasing itself until only a guest room remained. Now his parents had no children, and his mom entered the dining room once more, completely oblivious to the fact that just a few minutes earlier she’d been the mother of two. Jeff begged for her to sit on him but she instead sat on his sister, drawing envy from the depths of his new being.
He waited in anticipation as the day wore on, his father came home but in an infuriating move choose one of the dining chairs not imbued with a soul. Jeff waited as his parents sat on other chairs at breakfast, at lunch, and at dinner. He sat unused and pushed in, secretly wishing he’d replaced his sister and him so every chair at that table would be occupied, but thankfully his chance came on Friday night. The front door opened and in stepped his parent’s friends, the Lovett’s. Finally, Jeff knew he would be used, be sat upon, fulfill his only purpose in this form. The evening was painfully long with every ass in the house planted on the couch instead of him. He waited and waited as they talked and drank, and talked some more while dinner cooked. He practically counted down the minutes, the seconds, and finally after a ding he was graced with his one true purpose.
Mrs. Lovett pulled him away from the dining room table and planted her perfect ass onto his cushions. Pure bliss filled his form, arousal from fulfilling his purpose, and the torment of being unused fading. If he had eyes he would have been crying tears of joy. That round supple bottom squished onto him, he bore her weight, get her lean back into his cushion. He couldn’t ask for anything better. In fact he didn’t. The whole time Mrs. Lovett sat on him thoughts failed to form. He was a mindless object, no thoughts, no desires, no reason for existing. For all intents and purposes he was just an ordinary chair and always had been. If that ass had remained he probably would have contently remained an inanimate object forever, but Mrs. Lovett eventually stood up and he was pushed in, ending his bliss and leaving only room for disappointment. The Lovett’s departed, the lights turned off and he was left unused at the table and oh so frustrated by it.