Stan tried his absolute best to wake up from what had to be a strange dream.
He felt his body shift more and more, his lap becoming the base of an easy
chair, his legs the rocking mechanism, his arms swelled into the stuffed
arms of the chair, his upper body becoming the back of the chair, and the
worst two feeling yet, his manhood seeming to move off to the side and
become longer and harder. The only thing that was more shocking for him was
the feeling of his face sliding down to become the seat of the chair.
Just as suddenly as it began, it was over. Stan only able to move his
slightly stretched out and shocked face, stared upward and tried to form a
words. "W..what have you done to me!? This can't be real!" Fiona leaned
over his face and smiled before she turned around and slowly lowered her ass
over his now scared face, preparing to sit down. "Noo! Please
don..MMFFFTTT!" He was cut off as Fiona's rear smooshed down onto his now
seat like face. Stan screamed again and again, thinking he would be
smothered to death. "Oh hush. You will be fine, chairs don't need to
breath." Stan tries to settle down and slowly begins to, until Fiona
decides to recline. And to do so, she grabs a hold of his manhood that is
now the lever to allow for the chair to push out the leg rest, which felt
like her feet being pulled out and upward. He grumbled some more, trying
his best to beg to be set free of this torment. Unfortunately for him all
of his attempts to steak act like a massage of sorts for Fiona who drifts
off to sleep. And even more unfortunate, in her now fully relaxed state,
all the vibrations cause her to release a fart directly into Stan's smooshed
face. Stan would have wretched if he could have, but all he could do was
soak in the fowl stench.
After hours of just being sat upon, the warmth of Fiona's body slowly lulled
young Stanly off to a sleep that was a sweet relief from his current state.
Later he awoke with a start as he realized he was back to normal, laying on
the floor of the maid quarters. He got up and staggered out of the room.
What just happened could not have been real, it had to have been a drug
induced trip from that powder. Stan swore to find a way to have Fiona pay
for what ever she had done to him. But first he headed off to...