It wasn't until some days later (unbeknownst to him) that Jon awoke. When he cam to, the first thing he noticed was the box, apparently made of cardboard, in which he was trapped.
Although Jon could feel no ropes or cuffs holding him, he soon realized that he couldn't move a muscle. Though he could move his head, none of his limbs seemed to want to respond when he tried moving them.
As Jon's eyes adjusted to the dim light coming in through the breathing holes in his cardboard prison, he was able to make out text in the inside wall of the box facing him.
"Congratulations!" said the text
"We at Indentured Seating would like to thank you for your generous donation. Here at Indentured Seating, we believe proper support, both for the back and for the mind are crucial to workplace performance.
In your new role, you'll help make our beliefs reality!"
Indentured seating? Jon thought he had heard the name before, but couldn't place it. Did that have anything to do with his current predicament?
Before Jon could ruminate further, he heard footsteps and muffled voices. They sounded excited, as if celebrating some event. Jon couldn't make out what they were saying however. As one of the voices drew closer, Jon was able to make out some of what they were saying.
"I know we said we couldn't get you one..." said the voice "But after a long conversation, your dad and I were able to come up with an ideal solution."
Suddenly the box in which he was trapped lifted. Jon was forced to squint as he was engulfed in light
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
Jon's eyes were still recovering from the assault on his eyes, but he could have sworn those were the voices of his parents.
As he reopened his eyes, Jon could hear the voice of Amelia, his sister.
"Oh my god! You got Jon to be a donor?"
"Oh no, " said Miranda, "as his legal guardians, we were well within our rights to sign him up. Like this, not only will your new office chair enhance your performance at school and at work, we also won't have to pay for two college funds!"
Jon couldn't believe what he was hearing. They wouldn't be sending him to college? What about all the work he'd been putting in? Jon's thoughts about school were almost enough to distract him from another glaring issue.
He was naked.
Not only was Jon naked in fact, he was also limbless. The surgeons and engineers at Indentured Seating had refashioned Jon's body into a pair of large square-ish cushions connected at 90% by a thin waist. His lower half lay horizontally, connected to a plastic frame, while head sat upon his upright upper half. Jon's "shoulders" sat much higher than they had previously, coming up almost to his ears. It seemed as if his arms had been truncated, and were now stuck in a raised position on either side of his head. Finally, Jon's cock sat conspicuously in a dip in his new lap.
Jon was stunned. What the hell had they done to him? Jon sat incredulously as Amelia walked up to inspect he new chair. Soon, Jon's new form was carried up to Amelia's room and deposited in front of her desk. Everyone then filed out, shutting the door behind them. Jon was bathed in darkness.
