Cathy without sight or hearing was able to tell that someone was moving closer to her. She could feel the floor vibrate with the foot falls that stopped right in front of her. A hand touched the soft leather coating of her body and tested the springiness of her foam-core. The anticipation of someone sitting in her driving her mad. If she could have moaned she would have.
Then it happened. A seat planted itself deep on her. A rush of pleasure rushed all over Cathy. A feeling of fullness and completeness of being made her mind swoon with pleasure. Was this how all chairs feel whenever someone uses them? Cathy could barely think straight. It was like her whole body was one big erogenous zone. But slowly she became more used to the feeling. Now it went from excitement to comfort and Cathy could think again.
"Jen? Thank-you for sitting in me. I will be good. Transform or Dare?" Cathy spoke through her telepathy.
"Oh, Cathy, great, Transform please," Jen stammered. "You caught me off guard. Uhh, just make it so I am not all stiff like a doll. This long hair has falls over my face and I can't get my arms to bend right to brush it away."
"Sure, Jen. I transform you to have proper human articulation and flexibility while you sit in this chair."
"Hey! We aren't doing conditions for this curse, Cathy," Jen scolded.
"I know but the thought of you just leaving me is too much to bear." Cathy was almost weeping. "I just love the way you feel in my arms, Jen."
"Cathy," Naomi said, joining the telepathic conversation, "You're starting to sound a little controlling. We agreed to be as honest for the curses as we could."
"Oh? And if I don't play by your rules you'll just leave me as a chair, is that it? That would be terrible." Cathy laughed as spoke. The feeling of completeness and usefulness was becoming something that she did not want to live without. To be a chair forever was like a dream.
Then a new sensation started. Cathy was being rocked and spun about her spring. The bouncing was an exciting feeling that seemed to go strait to her pleasure centres. Where ever her brain happened to be in this form, it was getting all the right signals and she felt a huge orgasm building up. Welling up from twisting and bouncing of a swivel chair. Jen really seemed to know what she was doing. It pace varied and the pattern was always changing, but the tempo was always getting quicker. Cathy was so entranced by her pleasure that she did not hear the conversation that was going on between Naomi and Jen.
Then suddenly the bouncing stopped. Cathy was left hanging with no way to bring herself to completion. She was denied the ultimate pleasure of a chair and she almost screamed.
"Transform or Dare, Cathy?" the voice intruded on her mind.
"What? Jen is that you? Don't stop rocking just yet, please. Oh that felt so good! Please just keep rocking." Cathy pleaded, heedless of the question posed her.
"Pick one, quick," Jen said.
"Jen, I thought it was Naomi's turn next? Ask her, not me. Or better yet, make her sit on me too. That would feel great."
"You have to pick, Cathy quick," Jen said.
"You can't go out of turn, Jen. It's Naomi's turn!"
"This is Naomi," Jen lied.
"You sound like Jen," Cathy said. Why was she not rocking in the comfy chair? Cathy would do anything to get her to start rocking again.
"Whatever, the time has passed; you get both now."
"No, please. I pick dare. Dare me to stay a chair. I can do that."
"You will transform back to Cathy, a human female. And I dare you to not be angry with us because you can't see how crazy you are right now."
As soon as Jen finished the curse Cathy felt the changes hit her body. It was faster this time and she found herself being forced back into the form she had started with. In an instant where there had been an expensive office chair there was now a human girl in a seated position but not sitting on anything.
Sitting upon Cathy was a black rubber girl with huge breasts. The weight of Naomi sitting on Cathy's bent legs was too much and the two soon collapsed into a heap of body parts. Naomi was laughing and soon Cathy too started to laugh. She had almost trapped herself as a chair.
"I can't believe you wanted to be a chair," Naomi was saying between fits of laughter.
"It felt really good though," Cathy said. "I wonder if that was the sort of thing that people dream about."
"I hope you have that out of your system," Jen said lending a stiffened hand out to the two helping them up.
"Sure do, if I am not human again how can I explore more of these weird sex things," Cathy said as she was helped up. As she straightened her knees she felt a pleasing tingle rush to her groin and a warmth spread all over her body.
"I just surprised you are still clothed," Naomi said.
"Let's just say that round didn't count. So it's still my turn next?" Jen offered as she walked stiffly to the kitchen to get a drink.
"Sure," agreed Naomi as she bounced after Jen. Naomi's breasts had swollen to the size of melons while Cathy was a chair. Sitting on her sister had been exciting and her breasts were increasing in size quicker now. Soon they would reach the maximum she had set out for.
Cathy followed the two slowly. She took each step slowly and carefully. As her knees bent and straightened she felt a rush of pleasure. Bending her knees brought back the memory of being the chair. It was her knees that had become the spring, she reminded herself. What and odd thing to retain from that experience, she thought. I must be the only person to have a fetish for bending knees.
Stopping, alone in the room, Cathy lifted one leg and swung her foot like a pendulum below the knee. The sudden rush of desire and feeling caused her to catch her breath force down the desire to grab herself inappropriately. This would make life interesting, she thought as she moved into the kitchen. She would have to let them know to remove it on her next turn; or maybe not.