Karyn wanted to cry, though at the same time knowing that the guys who did this to her had also done it to themselves did serve to make her feel vindicated.
Her back was to a water heater, and she could feel its heat. When she'd changed, her feet had migrated forward, and her ass had plopped to the floor, landing on a pair of wooden legs that had then separated further apart, even as her legs merged together to form the flat support of her new couchy body. Her breasts had become the cushions, her arms the arm rests, and her torso the back section, her face merely merging with that.
And she couldn't move. She could hardly even THINK about moving! She could hear, though, and feel too. She felt it as one of the guys suddenly sat on her, squishing her left breast in the process, and she became angry. She heard one of the guys ask about whether she could still think or if she was just a couch, and Karyn suddenly started to panic. She tried to yell, to scream that she was still there, but she knew that all they saw was a couch, sitting there as a couch will.
And then one of them had made that half-hearted wish. She didn't know, right away, what had happened, but she could feel that the guy on her breast had suddenly lost a lot of weight, and she put it together that now there was FOUR examples of human furniture in the room!
Still, that didn't help to serve the fact that she was absolutely, positively helpless. She couldn't move, couldn't see, couldn't even so much as ask for help, and anyone who walked upon the scene wouldn't even know that help was needed, all they would see was a set of furniture.
The least she could hope for was for someone to at least move her a bit further from that stupid water heater.
