A boom of thunder jolted Jon back to consciousness. His eyes snapped open and he let out a sharp exhale, started by the noise. He stared up at his ceiling, starting at the large skylight windows. A thick sheet of water covered the glass from the heavy rainfall. Beyond, gray clouds hung in the sky, backlit by the obscured early morning sun.
Jon groan and stretched, Lisa's sleeping form pressing into him as he did. He looked her body over in the dim light. She looked peaceful, content. He sat up in his bed, realizing he was still wearing his bathrobe. "Master?" Lisa said wearily. Her quiet voice was almost drown out by the noise of heavy rainfall above them. "Go back to sleep," he whispered to her. Her eyes fluttered and she slumped back, immediately falling asleep as Jon had instructed.
Jon swung his legs to the side of the bed and lowered his feet to the ground. As he did, his right foot met the now familiar sensation of his plush new carpet. His left foot, however, came to rest on something hard, smooth and cold. Jon reached down and felt stone. He cursed himself silently, knowing just how disastrous the ramifications of not keeping it controlled were.
A flash of lightning and a crack of thunder broke his thoughts. He placed the stone on his nightstand where he typically left it while he was in his room and stood up. Karyn's limp body slapped against his thighs. She let out a drowsy grumble but remained asleep. Jon closed his robe over her and tied the belt. He didn't want to close Karyn away from the precious time she was able to be exposed, but she seemed more content to be sleeping at the moment anyhow.
Jon approached his office door and opened it. He peered into the room. The large windows along the far wall looked out onto the gray, wet world outside. The occasional flash of lightning revealed the kneeling form of Vicki on his desk, unmoved since he had last interacted with her. He looked down and saw Cathy's table body where he had left her, although her eyes were closed. Looks like she still sleeps, he thought to himself, almost expecting her to be awake but staring straight ahead like he had previously seen her do.
Jon reached up and flipped on the lights, the dark wood floor and walls bathed in amber light. Jon watched as Cathy's eyes twitched before slowly opening. Her wooden face contorted into a yawn. "Good morning," he said softly. "Morning, Jon," she mumbled. "Morning," came a cheerful voice from further in the room. Jon jumped, and looked towards his desk. Vicki remained unmoved, and the voice did not sound like her synthetic one. Someone else was in the room.
"Erica!" Cathy snapped. "You startled him. That's no way to treat our owner!" Jon stepped into the office and approached his desk. Looking past Vicki, he saw Erica positioned behind her... merged with his high back office chair. Her head was now the ornate wooden carving at the top of the chair. It was flat, only a couple of inches thick, with her face appeared to be expertly carved into the front. Her expression shifted and moved just like Cathy's was able to. Her hair was stained a darker brown than her face to more closely match the color her hair had originally been. It was parted down the middle and flowed down to make a smooth arch where her wooden neck transitioned into the top of the leather chair.
The changes to her head were only the beginning. The rest of her flesh was now leather dyed a deep burgundy color. Jon could tell from the rich scent of oil hitting his nostrils that she must be extremely soft. However, what really caught his attention was the seat back that was made up of the front of her torso. It was now covered in breasts, four across and five down for a total of twenty boobs across the surface of her body making an inviting and enticing surface to lean back and rest against. Her arms had become the arms of the chair. They were inflated, creating a large, soft surface to rest one's arms until they reach her wrist. There, her normal sized hands remained. They were balled into fists and were now the same type of wood her head and hair were made of. Beneath her, her body rested on a black metal stand which had five spokes coming out is. Each spoke ended in a brass caster, allowing the chair-girl's body to be easily rolled along the hardwood floor.
"I'm sorry, Jon," she apologized sincerely. "It's alright," he muttered, his eyes still running over her body. Erica smiled in response and started staring straight ahead, just like Cathy. Jon smiled to himself. Erica would now shared Cathy's fate, just as he had wished. Once he found a way to return Cathy, Erica would change back too.
But that was a task for later. For now, he had other issues to attend to. "V.I.C-E., activate," Jon commanded. Vicki's eyes lit up with their electric blue glow. "Voice analysis: match. Logging you in. Welcome, User," her emotionless, robotic voice declared. "Ok, V.IC.-E., there are a few things we need to go over. First, any new emails?" The monitor on the computer-girl's stomach came to life and a window opened. "You have received 58 emails since you last logged in. All are from females requesting time for various activities, although all carry indicators the true intent of their requests to be sexual coupling. How would you like to proceed?"
Jon shrugged. "Catalogue them, but ignore them for now. I'll get to them in my own time." The window closed. "Acknowledged, User. Awaiting next request."
"Hey, Jon," Erica chimed in. "Would you... like a seat?" A hopeful tone filled her voice. Jon shrugged and approached her. He placed his hand on her shoulder and rotated her body to face him. Jon's suspicions were confirmed as he felt that her skin was the texture of soft, oiled leather, but it was also warm and alive to his touch. Jon turned around and slowly eased himself into the seat, earning a moan from Erica. Jon was initially concerned he may weigh too much for her, but soon Erica's new body was easily holding his weight with no signs of stress on the transformed girl. "Lean back, relax," Erica's voice encouraged from behind him. Jon leaned back, his body pressing against the wall of breasts behind him. Erica was incredibly comfortable, and Jon found himself even more pleased with his wish. He felt a slight shudder beneath him, Erica taking her own enjoyment from being utilized.
Jon looked ahead, his view now level with Vicki's screen. "V.I.C.-E., pull up a list of the household expenses." Jon watched as multiple screens opened with more numbers and charts than he could comprehend. "Is there a specific search you would like me to run, User?" the synthetic voice asked above him. "Um... what do I pay Renee per event?" A new window opened with a highlighted figure. Jon slumped further back into Erica, causing her to moan lustfully. The figure was enormous! No wonder Renee was so excited to work another event for him...
Jon shrugged. It was just money. He had already wished up more than he knew what to do with, and knew he could get more any time he wanted. "V.I.C.-E., I wish to open an account to be made accessible to Heather Weiss. I want to make sure her and her children's needs are always met. Is that something you can do?"
"Understood, User." Jon watched as a new collection of windows opened in her screen. "I will notify your bank to create the appropriate account and authorize it using your virtual signature. It will be established within the business day." Jon smiled and nodded. "I'll leave you to it," he said as he stood up. Erica groaned slightly behind him, whether in protest or arousal, Jon wasn't sure. Vicki remained silent as she continued with her assigned task. As Jon approached the door, he paused and turned around. "Oh, V.I.C.-E., what's the weather supposed to be today?" The computer-girl didn't even turn to face him as she announced "Weather for Tuesday is 100% chance of rain with occasional thunderstorms all day into the early evening."
Jon nodded before turning off the lights and closing the door.
Jon stepped out of his bathroom and back into the bedroom. After stopping in his office, he had immediately begun getting ready for the day. He had woken Karyn up when he took his morning piss, but the penis-girl hadn't minded. Jon had left the robe hanging up in the bathroom, so Karyn now dangled exposed between his legs. He felt her twitch and looked down to see her eyeing Lisa's still sleeping form on the bed.
"Something up, Karyn?" Jon asked nonchalantly. Karyn didn't answer, continuing to stare at Lisa. Slowly, her body raised up from between Jon's legs until she was pointing straight ahead. "Other than you?" he teased.
"Jon," Karyn said longingly, "can we please fuck her before school? We have time." Jon looked at the clock on the wall. It's true, they did have time. But as he looked at the clock, Jon felt uneasy, like he was forgetting something. He shook his head and looked at Lisa. He'd figure it out later. Right now, he was just as interested in having some fun with Lisa as Karyn was.
"Lisa," Jon said softly. At his voice, Lisa began to stir. She took in a deep breath which she exhaled in an enticing moan. She stretched her arms up and brought them back to her body, her fingertips running along her exposed flesh. Her eyes opened and she stared at Jon, then his crotch, and back to his eyes. "Good morning, Master. Is that for me?"
Jon silently stepped forward and approached the bed. Lisa sat up as he came closer until she was sitting on her knees. Jon stared at her large breasts hanging off her chest. Feeling her master's desires, Lisa reached up and cupped her tits, presenting them to him. Jon thrust forward and buried Karyn in the valley of cleavage before her. She squealed in delight, feeling the soft flesh rub against her. Jon continued to thrust her in and out until Lisa's breasts and Karyn's face were covered in a heavy sheen of precum.
"More... Give me more..." Karyn moaned as more of the fluid flowed out of her mouth. Lisa dropped down and gently kissed Karyn's face, earning a grunt of approval from Jon. Lisa smiled up at him and leaned in lower, kissing Karyn length all the way down to their balls. Now Karyn was moaning loudly, her body visibly throbbing with her arousal. As Lisa licked and suckled, Karyn began to cry out.
"Oh yes... oh fuck yes... it's so good... please suck me... put me in your cunt... I'm so horny... I'm so hard... I'm... I'm... Oooooooooh... Uhhhh... Uh... I... I... What... What's... Oh fuck... OH FUCK!"
Jon pulled back in alarm. Karyn's cries had gone from immense pleasure to sheer panic. Her eyes were wide and she was looking around the room and wiggling strangely. Lisa pulled back and looked at her with concern in her eyes. "Karyn? What is it?"
"I'm a... I'm a... I'm a..."
She froze and looked up square into Jon's eyes. "I'm a penis."
Suddenly, Karyn's eyes rolled back and her body went limp as she passed out. Lisa looked at her in alarm then back up at Jon. "What's happening?! What did she mea-"
"Lisa! Stop! Don't do anything!" Jon commanded. Suddenly, Lisa's eye glazed over and became glass. Her skin changed color as it became artificial. Within seconds, Lisa had again been transformed in a real doll replica of herself. Her body slumped lifelessly back on the bed.
Jon looked around in a panic and caught sight of the time. Then it hit him. Tuesday morning, last week, at this time, Jon had made a wish. For one week, everyone would think Karyn had always been Jon's penis. Including Karyn.
And now, time was up.
Jon looked at the unconscious body of his best friend dangling between his legs and then at the lifeless sex toy he had just turned Lisa into.
What was he going to do?
