Wrong Side of the Bed - Patreon Exclusive (Object)

"Hey there, cutie," the woman in an unbuttoned blouse and revealing magenta skirt addressed me as she got closer, "I'd love to have you in my bed." You had been out to the club specifically for this reason after you were dumped by your partner. You decided to take the woman up on her offer, after all, she was quite the looker. She grinned and took your hand to lead you back to her place, your eyes too focused on her cleavage and legs to see the sinister smirk that played across her face.

"The hell?" You asked upon seeing her room which didn't even have a mattress. There was a metal frame in the corner of the room with a bedspread lying on the floor in a heap next to it. "Had to toss out the old one," she told you matter-of-factly, "It was getting quite gross with all the sex and stuff." You looked at her confused, wondering where she was getting with this, but that faded when she removed a wooden stick from her purse. It was carved with intricate runes, showing that it was clearly a wand that you were on the wrong side of. The runes glowed as energy traveled up the wand, shooting from the tip and hitting you square in the chest.

You started to feel bloated as if you had overeaten but you knew it was something much more sinister. You watched as your arms and hands started to swell, swallowing your fingers in the consuming flesh. Your legs clamped together, fusing into one beam as they also grew rotund. You felt yourself get dragged to the frame, panicking like any sane person would. Your torso started to inflate as you felt your insides reshape. What had she done to you? What were you becoming? This became clear as hard, right angles formed around your body, turning you into a fleshy rectangle. Your skin turned pale as an argyle pattern formed. A symphony of creaks erupted from your body as springs were made of your matter as your front half grew a layer of foam. With a final heave, your new body fell back first onto the frame leaving a bare mattress on a criss-cross of springs.

"Perfect," the woman purred as she leaped onto you. You felt her weight dig into your new, soft body. It felt like the deepest tissue massage, pleasure and all, but you had to fight the encroaching comfort. You were a person, not a mattress, and you had to get this vile woman to turn you back. She stood up, pulling a fitted sheet from the pile and stretching it across your form. First, robbed of your autonomy, now of your sight. A massive weight collided with you, knocking the metaphorical air out of you as the woman pressed her hefty breasts into you. "You're quite comfy you know," she said as she began to grind on you. The feeling was unlike anything you've ever felt, a kaleidoscope of pleasure and pain as her bony joints dug deep.

She started moaning as she picked up pace, rubbing against you faster and faster. You felt your entire, sensitive body being rubbed as if your cock was being stroked, the nearing orgasm scaring you as it showed just how aroused you were. With a squeal, you felt her cum onto your surface, resulting in you orgasming as well, although with less evidence. She curled up on you, her warmth penetrating your inanimate body as she fell into a deep sleep. You could only hope that tomorrow she would have sex on top of you, no longer caring about being human again.

-----------

Picture by mel