Quarantine Fairy: Getting Screwed

Tiffany and Ken were fighting again. The two were living together while dating, and it was proving to be a bit disasterous, but Tiffany had no where else to go and Ken had, for a while at least, enjoyed the daily (and nightly) company of an attractive woman. But then the Pandemic had hit, and the two were unable to leave the house and spend some time away from each other, leading them to to discover that they were not truly compatible with each other. Tiffany was too high maintenance and demanded constant attention now that she couldn't go out every other night to bars and clubs with her girlfriends, and Ken seriously just wanted to have some time and space to himself...And to not have his love off video games and other more geeky things not be ridiculed by the blonde. But with Lockdown in full effect, there simply wasn't any outlet for each other's slowly building aggression. They didn't even have wild, angry sex anymore! And that was what had set Tiffany off this time. She had attempted to throw her (for now) boyfriend to the couch and have a make-out session with him, but he'd refused! Instead he wanted to hang out with his online buddies and play some stupid game! How DARE he turn her down!

"I just don't understand it! You'd rather sit on your fat ass and play video games like a child when you could having all of this!? Like, what happened to the hot guy from the bar that swept me off my feet? He get lost in a Cheeto bag?" Tiffany hissed after he'd angrily rejected her advances. She'd unplugged the console from the wall, forcing him to deal with her.

"Oh SCREW YOU!" Ken shot back, "I'm-" He began, but the angry blonde didn't give him time to finish.

"I WISH you would! I wish you'd screw me right to the wall! And least then maybe I'd feel something!" Tiffany shouted back, getting in his face, neither one of them hearing the impish giggle and the tiny voice that said "Granted!" after. Immediately the fight ended, though not because the couple had made up. Instead both of their bodies had frozen in position, the only things moving were their eyes as they darted madly around in their otherwise frozen sockets. And then the changes began.

Tiffany's body moved once more, though not under her control. Her outstretched arms locked themselves at her sides while her legs did the same, her entire body lifting up as she put the entirety of her weight on her two big toes like a ballet dancer. Her blonde head rolled back until she was staring straight up at the ceiling. And then her body began to slowly twist from her ankles up, the flesh and bones spinning in a unnatural fashion as ridges and depressions formed on her once fantastic looking form. Her head began to swell to an alarming, inhuman size before it suddenly deflated, her cheeks and ears and scalp forming an almost toadstool looking dome while her bulbous blue eyes balanced on top of the dome in a grotesque fashion as they darted around in pain and terror. Then her body began to shrink, and with it, began to lose it's human features. Her feet melted together, her two toes becoming a sharp point while a shiny, metallic substance spread from what had once been her stomach to cover the rest of her twisted, deformedd body, taking any human features with it. Her mouth gaped open as wide as it could, splitting into a cross-shaped hole as the shiny substance poured into Tiffany's body, erasing the now malformed organ inside and fusing her into one solid metallic mass and she continued to get smaller and smller, the apartment now a towering and cavernous chamber that surrounded her. Her blue eyes, were the last of her human features to go as they melted down into her new skull; a flat screw head. And thing with a 'tink', the new screw tumbled from it's pointed feet to the hardwood floor of Ken's apartment.

Ken's transformation was no less strange. It began with his knees gowing weak as he sank to the floor. Ken's body, against his will, fell backwards, forcing him to stare at the ceiling of his apartment. And then he felt something growing in his crotch, something that was long and hard and painfully straining against his jeans. But he could nothing save for his own arms folding against his chest until with a dramatically violent sound, his pants shredded apart as a long silver shaft grew higher into the air. Ken's body began to compact against itself as his legs began to tuck themselves beneath his torso and his arms began to give Ken aa huge and painful squeeze as he tucked his head downwardinto his chest and crossed arms as the world went dark. Then Ken's body began to lose it's human features as his hips flared out and became flat, his body gained a soft, rubbery texture as concave grips appeared on his chest, his sides and his back, his spine caving in as his compacted torso flared out right above what used to be his hips. And then he too began to shrink, his hair, his skin, his clothes all turning black and erasing his features until there was nothing more than a common screwdriver laying tantilizing close to the tiny screw.

And there they lay for several days, each trapped in their transformed bodies, staring at the other in silent horror. They never realized that Ken's apartment had changed with them as all of their possessions had vanished and left nothing but a move-in ready apartment. Almost as if the man and woman had ceased to exist as anything other than the hardware they had become. Days passed in their trapped, terrible silence as they pleaded to any god or devil that might save them, or atoning for whatever sins that might have caused this, only for the continued torturous new existence to await them in the few moments they managed to disassociate. Eventually Ken's landlord, Hal, arrived in the apartment. They had a brief moment of hope until the older man ushered in another young couple, showing them around the place. But then Hal stopped and stared down at them. Hope flared in their non-existent hearts...Until Hal grunted, reached down, picked both of them up in his massive hands...And then proceeded to use Ken to screw Tiffany into the nearby wall. The two experienced a blast of orgasmic pleasure for the brief moment as they were both used as the tools they now were. Soon all that was visible of Tiffany was the top of her head. And then even that was hiddin as Hal hung a small painting off of her tiny metallic skull.

"Don't know where you two came from, but I'm not turning down some free tools!" He grunted as the job was complete, pocketing Ken and leaving Tiffany as nothing more than just another screw in the wall.

"NOO! HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!" Tiffany screamed in the prison of her own mind as the picture hung off her small body. She could feel the squeeze of the wall she was now part of and the weight of the frame and it hung off what had been her neck. She didn't deserve this! She was a human! A HUMAN! But like the screw she now was, she was hidden and forgotten about, having never been anything more. And there she would remain, slowly rusting away, listening to the sounds of different families living new lies in the apartment that was now her fate.

Ken's fate, at least, as slightly better. Ken quickly became Hal's favorite screwdriver, and every time he'd get used, fixing things here and there around the apartment building, Ken would feel the same burst of sexual pleasure that he had from screwing Tiffany into the wall.