This choice: I don't buy it, but go ahead and make a chair • Go Back...Chapter #7I don't buy it but go ahead, make me a chair by: DougTF   You laugh "I dunno, I don't buy it, but sure, make me a chair" thinking this is now a practical joke: as cute as she is and as impossible as her appearance when you opened the bottle, you must be dreaming or someone is playing a really elaborate prank on y....
Ok, it's not a prank. Because she giggled, nodded and then gestured while you were having your skeptical thoughts about all this, and then, well... then you were a chair. A nice overstuffed comfy chair, rather startlingly inanimate, unable to move, speak, hell not even breathe! You would be panicking except it seems like it is hard to panic when you don't have a pulse or mind to race. But you are looking at her, up at her now, since she is taller than you like this, and she comes over and runs a hand over your backrest as she walks around your new form. "See what I mean master? You are no longer alive, so can not be killed. To everyone except me, and well, you of course, you are merely a chair. You look comfy, I so need to try you out"
You are still getting your brain...well, awareness around this, because she is right: you can tell you are a chair, and can tell you are not alive, you're just an object, and while it should freak you out, it's just so much to take in as she walks around you. Wait, try me out? And with a jolt you see her back in front of your form, her rear lowering toward you: you are about to be sat upon by a cute genie in a bikini! This is so wrong, so crazy, so.....oh. Oh. Oh my. Oh dayummmmmm.
She giggles and for good measure, shimmies a bit, getting comfy on you, while you feel her rather nice butt pressing down into you, your cushion forming to and supporting her backside and you can't help yourself but let out a low moan of delight at the sensations of her sitting on you. But then you realize for her giggle that turns to open laughter that she heard that moan, and you blush...well, no, of course not. You're a chair. Chairs don't blush. But mentally at least. She either completely misses your embarrassment or simply is amused by it. She sighs and gently pats your one armrest "You are a most comfortable chair, master, and please, do not feel embarrassed to be feeling my body on you. And by all means, enjoy it. If you like feeling my body this way, there are any number of things you might be to enjoy it even more"
Gasping mentally, you think to her:   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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