The nurse typed on a keyboard for a moment, then said "OK, in a moment the computer will program the batch of nanites that will be used to perform the transformation. It will take about two weeks to complete, so once we've injected you and checked everything is working you can go home until you're physically transformed. The mental changes will be done here when your new body is finished." The computer beeped, and she turned around and walked over to the other side of the room, where the top of another machine slid open with a hiss.
Reaching inside she removed an odd looking injector gun, and came back to Jon, who was wondering what he'd gotten himself into. Calming himself slightly with the thought that he could end this at any time merely by wanting it to stop, he wordlessly held out his arm. She smiled sympathetically at him, and pressed the end of the injector to his forearm, pulling the trigger when it was correctly situated. There was a sharp pop accompanied by a brief stinging, and she said "That's it."
He looked down at the small red spot on his arm and marvelled that such a tiny thing would perform such large changes. Suddenly feeling dizzy, he lay down on the examination couch he'd been sitting on. "OOh, god, I feel weird" he mumbled.
"Don't worry, that's just the nanites replicating through your body. It'll clear up in ten minutes or so, and you'll feel fine." the nurse reassured him, patting him on the shoulder with one hand.
Sure enough, very soon the feelings of disorientation dwindled, and shortly he was sitting up again. The nurse checked his blood pressure, heart rate, and so on, then nodded in satisfaction. "OK, everything looks fine. You can go home now, and in a couple of weeks or so we'll arrange for the next stage." She handed him a couple of large bags of what looked like cereal bars, aside from being an odd grey color and being much heavier than he expected. "These are nutritional supplement bars containing all the elements your transformation will require, such as aluminum, iron, etc. The nanites will need the material to build the inorganic parts of your new body. We'll arrange to send more over to your house when you've used these"
Jon took the bags, amazed that he was going to have to eat a lot of metal. Leaving the hospital, he found his mother waiting for him. They went home, and he went up to his room, not feeling like he wanted to talk to anyone at the moment. Shortly he began to feel very hungry, and with a shrug tried one of the metallised supplements. Surprisingly, it tasted quite good, and he quickly ate half a dozen before the hunger stopped.
It was by now early evening, and he was feeling very tired all of a sudden. Yawning, he called goodnight to his family, then undressed and got into bed. He fell asleep almost instantly.
The next morning he woke slowly, and lay staring at the ceiling. Going over the events of the last couple of days, he wondered when the first transformations would start. He had his answer as soon as he sat up in bed, and the huge firm breasts he'd grown overnight swung and bounced on his chest from the motion.
Staring down at his body in disbelief, he slowly reached up and cupped the enormous mounds, feeling the weight in his hands. They were at least as big as Karen's stone-derived ones, with huge protruberant nipples that were standing rigidly erect. Touching one sent a wave of pleasure through him, they were amazingly sensitive.
After a few minutes spent playing with his new acquisitions, pushing them together and squeezing them, he got out of bed and walked to the closet, feeling his breasts move with every step. He pulled on a tshirt, which was a struggle to get over his inflated chest, and a pair of jeans. Walking downstairs he watched his breasts bounce vigorously and shook his head in amazement.
When he walked into the kitchen his mother took one look at him and said "Jon, you're going to have to wear a bra, I'm afraid. Those are too big to be unsupported." She looked sympathetic as he winced, but was insistent. After breakfast, she took him to the mall and helped him get measured for size. It turned out he needed a 44E bra, which looked huge in the saleswoman's hands. Trying it on was embarrassing, but it certainly helped to control the flopping masses on his chest.
He had missed the morning, but at lunch he went back to school. The wish had made it so he was given time off for the transformation punishment treatment, but he was still expected to go to school afterwards, oddly enough. He wondered what would happen when he had finished changing.
At school he was stared at quite a bit, but slightly strangely no-one really made fun of him. Karyn soon spotted him, and came over with an odd expression on her face. "How are you doing?", she asked, looking at his breasts that were even larger than hers with curiosity.
"OK, I guess", he replied.
"So, what are you going to be changed into?" She was honestly curious, and sympathetic. Not being privy to the wish, she thought the punishment was normal. He explained, and she looked shocked. "A CHAIR! You're going to be a piece of furniture? For god's sake, that's crazy." He shrugged.
"What can I do? I hope when I'm changed you'll help me move around." She looked startled, but nodded.
The rest of the day passed fairly uneventfully, although by the end of school his hair had turned blonde and was growing fast. He also realised that his jeans weren't fitting very well on the walk home, and thought his waist was getting narrower. Getting used to the way his breasts moved and shook every time he moved had distracted him much of the day as well.
At home he ate his supper, then a lot more of the supplement bars. He'd taken a dozen to school and had eaten them all, although Karyn had tried one and pronounced it to taste awful. Apparently his sense of taste had changed very rapidly following the injection of nanites. Undressing for bed, he looked at his reflection in the mirror on his closet door. His waist was definitely narrowing quite a lot by now, and oddly his thighs seemed to be changing color, slowly taking on a bright blue tinge. He shrugged, and got into bed.
The next morning he woke up feeling strange, and realised he was lying on his side. He never normally slept like that, and tried to roll over onto his back. It didn't work, and there was an odd pressure at the base of his spine. Trying to sit up also met with problems, and he eventually sort of slid out of bed sideways and stood up. Walking over to the mirror and turning sideways to it, he stared for a long moment.
His breasts stood out proudly, but what was catching his attention was the eighteen inch long metallic tail he seemed to have developed overnight. It was growing out of the end of his spine, obviously an extension of it, and stuck straight down in line with his torso, reaching to below his knees. The thing was tubular, and perhaps an inch in diameter. He reached back and grabbed it. The metal was warm and hard in his hand, and he could feel his hand with it amazingly enough.
Pulling and pushing on it didn't make it move, although he could feel the end of his spine was firmly attached to it. Feeling where it came out of his body, he discovered the skin turned into metal over a short distance, feeling very integrated, not like it was pushed through the flesh. It really was part of his body.
His body had turned royal blue from the hips to the knees, and felt odd, almost a clothlike texture. His hair was down over his shoulders by now, and his waist was much narrower than the night before. He got dressed with some difficulty, eventually having to call his mother to help cut a hole in his underwear and jeans for his tail. He also had to put on a belt and do it up as much as possible to get the jeans to stay up, as his waist was at least 8 inches narrower than before.
Sitting down at the table was a problem. The metal tail stuck rigidly down in line with his torso, which meant that a normal chair was impossible. In the end his sister Zoe had a brainwave, and disappeared into the garage for a moment, coming back with the base of their patio umbrella, which was a cross-shaped metal mechanism about two feet across, with a fitting in the middle that took the shaft of the umbrella with a thumbscrew clamp to fix it in place. She made him bend over with his tail sticking out behind him, and carefully fitted the fitting over the end of his tail. It was a little too big, but she was able to do up the clamp until it held on firmly.
"OK, now try sitting down", she said, letting go of the base. The weight of the thing combined with the leverage was unexpected, and Jon toppled backwards with a grunt, only to end up perched on his tail in a seated position. The umbrella base held him upright easily, and aside from a slight tendency to sway from side to side a little, he was able to sit at the table and eat his breakfast. Afterwards, she helped him remove the base so he could stand up.
Getting to school was problematic. He was unable to sit in any of the seats, and ended up having to stand the whole way. He had taken the umbrella base with him, and at school showed it and his tail to Karyn and explained. She helped him attach and remove it before and after each class, and he was able to sit.
At home that night he looked again at his reflection. His waist was yet narrower, beginning to look very girlish, and his torso was slowly changing shape to a more female form. His skin was smoothing out and becoming very soft as well, and his arms and hands seemed slightly more slender.
His tail had slowly lengthened during the day, and was now around two feet long. The skin on his thighs was now definitely becoming more cloth than human skin as well. There were no changes to he face yet, although his blonde hair now reached his waist and seemed to have stopped growing. Karyn had showed him at lunch how to tie it up in a ponytail to get it out of the way, and he now released it and shook it out. It would take some getting used to, but then so would everything else, he thought, removing his bra with some effort.
He ate the remaining supplement bars, and went to bed, lying on his side out of necessity.
Once more, morning brought odd changes. He managed to get out of bed, but was unable to straighten up properly, as his metal tail had developed even more overnight. It seemed to be about three feet long now, and had enlarged in diameter to about two inches over the upper half. He looked back at it, and tried once more to stand up fully. The end of the tail pressed hard against the carpet, putting pressure on his spine and lower back, until suddenly an odd muscle he didn't realise he had twitched and the tail telescoped in on itself with a hiss. He fell over backwards with the sudden reduction in length of his tail, and lay on the floor with his legs spread looking down at the odd appendage with curiosity.
Trying to twitch that muscle again made his tail extend out once more. After some practice he was able to make it extend and retract at will, and he realised the change had given him a gas lift mechanism in what was becoming his chair part. Sooner or later he was going to sit down and never stand up again.
At breakfast that morning he found a large box of supplement bars had just been delivered, and ate more than a dozen. School was uneventful, Karyn helping him once more attach and detach his base, and he amused her by slowly rising and falling on his tail with his arms and legs crossed. The whole class watched with amusement, and he was privately amazed that the stone had been able to make such a thing seem normal to everyone.
Over the next few days his tail slowly became the base of an office chair. On the fifth day the end of it began to sprout five equally spaced side protrusions, which developed over the next day into foot long, curved supports. He was unable to use the umbrella base at this point, and was forced to stand or kneel all day. His bed became difficult to use as well, and he found he had to sleep on his side with the tail sticking over the side of the bed.
The next day his base was sufficiently large that he could sit on it, but it made walking difficult as it banged into his legs. He had to walk around in a stoop to get it out of the way. The next two days brought the growth of wheels on the ends of the five support legs, and after a week the base seemed largely complete. It was a weekend, and Karyn had come over to play computer games and keep him company.
He was sitting on his base at the desk, while Karyn was on the bed talking. He felt hungry, and tried to stand up to get some more supplement bars, and went pale when he realised he couldn't. After a few more attempts he slumped slightly, realising that the day he had been dreading had finally arrived. He was never going to stand up again, he was now a chair.
"Karyn, it's happened", he said, feeling upset. It drove home just what was happening to him.
"What's happened?", she asked, looking at him curiously.
"I can't stand up. I'm stuck like this." She gasped slightly, and looked at him carefully. His breasts stood out firmly, his long hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and from his very narrow waist up he looked very feminine, except for his face which was still the same. His arms, shoulders, and hands had slimmed considerably over the last couple of days, and were very womanly.
"Are you sure?" she asked, getting up and taking his hands in hers. Pulling she managed to get him to his feet, but he was unable to maintain that position and dropped back onto his wheels with a clunk when she let go. Wincing as his breasts flopped around, he sighed.
"Well, I guess I'm going to have to get used to this now." He moved his feet, pushing himself over to the table where the supplement bars were. His wheels turned easily, and he could move well on the short carpet, but he couldn't yet swivel on his base. He ate a few bars, and said, "Come on, lets finish this game then figure out how I'm going to get to school on Monday."
Bed proved impossible that night, and he realised that was something else he'd never need again. He slept like he was, and rather surprisingly found it was quite comfortable. When he woke, it was to discover that he couldn't move his thighs any more. Looking down at them, he found that the clothlike skin had merged along the full length of his thighs, all the way to the knee, and his boxers had split open. Pulling the remains off, he stared at where his penis had been. It was completely gone.
Over the last few days his toilet requirements had gradually disappeared, and he hadn't needed to urinate for the last day. His body was obviously working on a different mechanism now, and he'd found he was unable to tolerate any food except the supplement bars for a couple of days. Reaching down he prodded the area where his genitals had been. It was filling in, the gap between his thighs levelling out and beginning to form his seat.
His legs below the knee felt odd, although he could still move them. He stuck his legs out in front of himself and saw his feet were changing color and texture, and wondered what was happening to them. Feeling something different about his base, he leaned to the side and looked down. There seemed to be a lever sticking out on the right side of his tail, or now strictly speaking his support column, just under his legs. Reaching down he felt it curiously. Pushing on it he was startled when it moved, and he dropped suddenly and involuntarily. His column had telescoped down without him intending it. Pulling the lever up made him rise, again with no conscious effort. He realised that this was his height adjustment level, for when someone was using him.
Experimenting he found he could still rise and fall with deliberate effort, which was a relief.
Getting downstairs was an effort. He was able to push himself along with his feet to the top of the stairs but realised there was no way he could get down them by himself. In the end his parents carried him downstairs. After some discussion it was decided that the downstairs study his father used would be turned into his room, and his father would move his own stuff upstairs. Since he had no use for a bed now the slightly smaller room wouldn't be an issue. The back door opened out of the kitchen directly into the garage with no step, and from there a door went out onto the paved driveway. He was able to roll along on the ground floor and outside without much problem, and his father said he'd install a grab rail in the correct places so he could pull himself around when his legs went.
His father took him to school in his neighbours borrowed van, and told him he was going to get one for their family with a ramp to allow Jon to get into it more easily. At school Karyn helped him up the wheelchair ramp, as it was a little too steep for him to manage easily. He had obviously been excused PE by this point, so he only had normal lessons to deal with.
Two days later, nearing the end of the physical change, his legs had changed considerably. His seat was fully developed, and his lower legs began to migrate around his seat to the sides, thinning and becoming metal like his column. They twisted out to the sides and began to bend upwards, bringing the bottoms of his feet up the sides of his seat. In the end his feet had changed into his chair arms, while his lower legs became the supports for these. His chair arms were padded and covered with the same living cloth as his seat, and he was able to raise and lower them, as well as move them in and out and rotate them slightly, all to make the person using him more comfortable.
At the two week point, he was fully an office chair from the waist down. He now had to pull himself around by using the installed grab rails around the house, and looked just like the picture in the original book he'd been given in the hospital, except oddly for his face, which hadn't changed at all. He was puzzled by this, but grateful in some ways that there was still something of him left.
He had grown another lever on his left side, which when he pulled it made him abruptly lean back nearly 45 degrees. This was his tilt level. Moving it forward and back made his seat tilt forward and back, and moving it up and down made his torso lean back and forth. He could override all of these controls with an effort of will, but it was still a shock to even HAVE controls. He could also no swivel around on his base, apparently fully 360 degrees with no limitations.
One last change surprised him. Waking up on the saturday after the two weeks were up, he discovered that he had a concealed slit in his seat, which was normally covered by an almost unnoticeable flap. When he discovered this and pulled the flap back, he found under it a nearly normal looking female vagina, except it was the same color as his seat. Gently probing it with his fingers he found it was extremely sensitive, and very arousing. As he was exploring this last change, Karyn knocked on his door and called to him. Quickly covering his seat-vagina, he rolled to the door and let her in.
"I'm done, I think", he said, looking up at her. With his column fully extended he was now only about four and a half feet tall to the top of his head, so he had to look up at almost everyone. She inspected him, and nodded.
"Except your face. I wonder why that didn't change?"
"No idea. I guess there may have been a problem. I suppose I'll find out when they come and get me for the next phase. Mom told me last night the hospital called and said I needed to go there on Monday afternoon."
She looked at him again, and hesitantly asked, "Um, so can I sit in you then?" He was surprised, but after a moment's thought shrugged.
"I guess. I'm a chair, after all." She smiled at him and carefully sat on his seat. His column sank slightly under the load, but it wasn't difficult to bear. She bounced him up and down a few times, then looked surprised when he moaned and said "Please don't do that, it makes my breasts flop up and down and I'm getting turned on!"
"Sorry." she said. Grabbing his chair arms, she moved them around until they were comfortably placed for her to rest her arms on, and slowly leaned back. Her shoulders rested on his breasts, and he moaned again, trying to lean away. He was startled to discover he couldn't, and he gasped.
Some experimentation later, they found that when someone was sitting on him, he lost voluntary control of most things but his arms, head, and neck. She could make him rise and fall, lean back or forward, and tilt his seat by means of his levers, and position his chair-arms, and he could neither stop this or change it. When he was being used as a chair, he was basically just a chair. She leaned back in him and idly spun him around slowly.
"You're very comfortable, you know", she remarked. "Much better than my chair at home."
"Ah, thanks, I guess ", he replied rather quietly. Finding himself just a piece of furniture was a shock, even after the last two weeks.
"So what is the next phase going to be?" she asked with curiosity. She tilted him back as far as he'd go and closed her eyes.
"I don't really know. I suppose I'll find out on monday." He shrugged, one of the few movements he could make with her sitting on him.
