"Whoa! Allan?" gasped Rex as we became a handsome leather recliner
right before his eyes. He could see Allan's screaming face pressed up
against the leather just before I swallowed him up completely and he
morphed into springs and stuffing and framing. Rex stared for a
moment. Then he laughed and stepped forward to inspect the chair. He
spoke softly, "I always wanted my own recliner." Then he spotted the
device Allan had used on me to change me into leather shorts. He
picked it up, and laughed louder, "So that's what happened." He
walked over to the computer and Rex examined the log.
"Oh, so it's both of you. Naughty, naughty, Allan making our room mate
into your leather shorts permanently. Well, it serves you right that
you changed into a recliner. Probably, you were planning this for me,
but got caught in your own trap. Naughty boys get what they deserve,
and good boys like me get what I deserve," Rex said flopping back into
the leather chair.
Our soft lambskin leather and memory phone stuffing conformed to every
feature of big muscular Rex's back, butt and thighs. His hand grabbed
our cocks. My leather cock sheathed Allan's padded wooden cock, which
served as the recliner chair's operating lever. His powerful grip made
us want to cum, but being furniture we could not. He pulled back on
the lever, and our back reclined and our footrest rose up. I wasn't
sure where my nose was anymore, I think it must have been spread over
my leather exterior because I suddenly was smelling Rex's stinky feet,
his farting ass and his sweaty armpits simultaneously. Rex was the
largest of us three, he must tip the scale at over 250lbs, and his
whole weight was now pressing down on me and Allan.
Allan and I seemed to be fusing together into one entity as well as
one piece of furniture. I was starting to be aware of his thoughts,
and feelings, and I could sense that he was feeling mine too. We were
Rex's chair, and I prayed that it would only be for a day or two. Rex
wouldn't really leave us as his recliner permanently - would he?