The grin melted off of Jon's face as he looked down the staircase to the entryway below. The mess before him was more that he could have ever imagined. He could see plastic party cups, an empty whiskey bottle, and several discarded articles of clothing littered the floor, along with a puddle from someone who was not able to make it to a bathroom as fast as Jon had. And that was only this small part of the massive house. Who knew what the rest of the place looked like? Even if he, Lisa, and Zoe worked every hour for the next week to clean this place, there was no way they would get the place clean before Mom got home. "Definitely using a wish," he muttered.
Jon moved across the marble floor, careful not to step in the puddle of vomit. "Jon? Zoe? Is that you?" a voice called. "Who the hell is that?" Jon thought, walking into the sitting room just off the entry. He stepped in and looked around, seeing the room was empty. "Oh, it's you, Jon" said the table. Jon's mouth dropped. The coffee table was a girl! Or rather, a girl was now the coffee table. It looked as if someone had turned a girl completely into wood, removed her arms and legs, flattened out her midsection while leaving her head and ass intact, then attaching her arms and legs from the elbows and knees down to the bottom of her now flat body. He paced around her, taking note of her breasts hanging under the bottom of the table, and her spread butt cheeks, exposing her asshole and pussy. "Jon, people put cups on me and didn't use coasters. Could you check for rings?" Jon stepped forward and removed the cups, rubbing his hand along her back. Her skin felt like grainy like wood, but still soft and warm like skin. He looked the girl in the face. "Um, there's no marks," he reported. "Thanks," she said with a smile. Jon watched as her expression moved and shifted, her face made of living wood. "Oh, and Amanda has been running around here. Could you take care of her before she pees on me again?" Jon looked at her puzzled. "Yeah sure," he said. "Thanks," the girl repeated. She then seemed to trance out and stared straight ahead.
Jon paced around her a couple more times. He didn't even know who this girl was, but she was now a piece of furniture in his house. He reached forward and gently stroked her pussy lips. She moaned in response, breaking out of her trance and looking behind her as far as her neck could rotate. "Jon, that feels good, but I wouldn't want you to get a sliver." Jon grimaced at the thought and pulled his hand away. The table-girl soon rotated her head back to straight forward and reentered her trace, apparently spending most of her day like this. "What was she taking about? Amanda?" Jon wondered. "I'm going to need to need to check the rest of the house," he thought, walking towards the basement staircase.
