Louise Guiabern Becomes a Cushion

This is a story based on my fanfic, 'Louis Guiabern Becomes a Cutie Patootie', and involves its protagonist, Louise, as the TFed. That being said, you can read it without being spoiled on it or the source material it's based on, that being Metaphor: ReFantazio. I hope you all enjoy!

(Girl to seat cushion TF)

“Just how do you work, exactly…?” Louise mused, her efforts proving futile once more as she sat atop one of the strategy room’s many chairs. The object of her struggles, a tiny, golden ball rested within her—by now rather sweaty—hands, yet she was no closer to unveiling its mysteries than she was before. Despite the simplistic design, its surface had an alien, otherworldly texture to it, and the sphere itself was visibly split into two equal halves along its circumference.

While the mustari was no expert in the field, she was well-read enough to be almost certain the trinket she got her hands on was a bona fide divine relic. The ancient aura it gave off, the intricate design, it all came together to form an object that seemed to be of great value and, if it were to fall into the wrong hands, a potential cause of great harm. Having just bought it off of a black market salesman for a small fortune, it was up to her to figure out how it worked and proceed accordingly.

…Except, no matter how much she pushed or pulled, regardless of all the squeezing and twisting, she just could not get the damned thing to do… anything…! Back at the Charadrius, she had a whole library full of books delving into the different relics and their applications, but here, she was entirely on her own.

Perhaps I’m taking this all from the wrong angle… She thought. If there was some mechanism within the little ball, it was not one she could activate via force, that much was clear by now. Perhaps she could pour some magla into it? A lot of divine relics did require magic to work, but given its miniscule size, she was hesitant to try anything too out of the box at the risk of wrecking some intricate machinery within it… until now.

Louise closed her eyes and clutched the oval tightly. Slowly, but surely, she let her magla seep into the curio—small amounts at first, then more, her efforts quickly proving fruitful as she realized the magic was not simply dispersing, but instead getting absorbed within. At the rate she was going, she’d be out of juice sooner rather than later, but within the safety of the party’s runner and with no immediate plans to go dungeon delving, she felt more than at ease to do just that. 

“Just a bit more…” Before long, the sphere began to give off a warm, soothing glow, becoming larger and brighter with each passing second until finally…!

TINK!

“W-What the–?!” With a loud noise, the trinket struck the floor, slipping away from within the mustari’s grasp, much to her confusion which, in a matter of seconds, turned to panic as a familiar sensation overtook her body.

She was transforming.

Louise’s attempts at escape led to nothing but disappointments as her body began to deflate, compacting in on itself as it had before, only that instead of it ‘simply’ rearranging her tribe and sex, the metamorphosis that followed was much more absolute. Her hands and feet turned to nubs, her neck fattened, and her already lacking chest became flatter still, as did her clothes and face. It was as if her body was under some sort of invisible hydraulic press intent of robbing her of any three-dimensional features one could use to confirm her existence as a sentient, living being…!

Flat and limp, her mass was distributed evenly across her form, turning it square-ish and forcing her to stare upward at the room’s ceiling from atop the chair she had been occupying prior. Confused grunts filled the air—or they would’ve, if Louise still had a mouth to speak, at any rate—as the alteration came to an end and the three-eyed girl(?) attempted to understand what exactly had just occurred, to no avail. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, she might as well have been an inanimate object, or worse.

Was she an object…?!

It was hard to put the feelings into words, but she didn’t exactly feel… alive, anymore? She had no pulse, she no longer felt her chest rise and fall as she breathed in and out… No, in fact, she couldn’t even breathe in the first place!

Her being literally inanimate would explain a surprising amount of sensations, but the sheer insanity of the idea being proposed was a lot to take in, even for her. She was a person, not… not a thing! She couldn’t be!

Who the hell would ever have a use for a divine relic that just transforms you?! I need to move! Move!! The blonde cried out to her limbs, to no avail. This was bad, terrible, even…! That relic, it must’ve done something, she was such a fool for doing this all without telling anyone, and–

“We’re baaack!” The ever familiar voice of Gallica echoed from within the runner’s metallic insides. A voice that, more often than not, Louise found irksome rather than soothing, yet in the state she was in, she welcomed any and all help, especially knowing that the fairy was always joined by none other than…

“...Is anyone even here?” Will asked, setting aside their newly bought groceries as he gave the runner’s insides a cursory glance.

“Wasn’t your sweetheart supposed to be taking it easy today? Not that I can see or hear her anywhere…”

“Maybe she’s bathing?” The boy spoke, barely attempting to hide an innocuous blush.

Can you people not see me?! The boy might’ve been an imbecile, but he wasn’t blind, was he?! He should very easily see something was off! Sure, Louise had been transformed, but whatever she became had to stick out…!

…Then again, thinking about it some more, the blonde didn’t know how she looked, or what she even became, really. For all anyone knew, she was a perfect copy of a totally mundane object, blending in with the rest…

No, she shouldn’t think like that, surely Will would notice regardless, right…?

“...Is this new?” The blonde’s prayers were seemingly answered as the eldan boy’s effeminate face entered her line of sight. Yes, he realized! Now, all he had to do was connect the dots and hopefully find the trinket responsible for this in the first place, while he was at it. Not too much to ask of, was it?

“...I think I’d remember owning something like that.” Next was Gallica’s turn to take a peek at the mustari’s reformed body. Flying up close, she scoured the out-of-place object and…

With a soft plop, landed atop the area Louise recognized as her face. “Funky design aside, it's pretty comfy! Do you think Lil Tyrant got it custom-made?”

Get off me, you gnat! A-And what do you mean, custom-made, how do I look?!  W-What even am I?! The transformed girl roared at the fairy for using her visage for a spot of rest, yet the dread felt from what she’d just heard eclipsed that anger entirely. The way they talked about her ‘funky design’... It seemed her fears of looking indistinguishable were unfounded, her design being something utterly ludicrous instead.

Louise felt herself raised into the air by a pair of gloved hands. She knew she’d shrunk, but this… she didn’t realize just how tiny she’d gotten…! Will's fingers dug deep into her—as she was in the process of learning—incredibly soft form, sending all manners of emotions through to her already overloaded brain.

It felt so wrong, being manhandled like that, without any ability to resist or even voice her protests, doubly so when the one responsible dwarfed her in size to this extent, and yet… a tiny, embarrassingly perverse part of her… enjoyed this? Certainly, it was far from an ideal scenario, there was not a doubt in her mind, but… those hands, they were Will’s, weren’t they? She trusted him, perhaps more than anyone else in the world. All the times he’d comforted her, his warm, loving body cuddling against her own… was this really that different…?

N-No, it wasn’t the time for such thoughts! Pleasant or not, she was being treated as an object, entirely unrecognizable from her real self, and as far as she knew, the only way to turn back went entirely unnoticed by both Will and Gallica, she was in trouble, she was–!

“...Is she the type to get a cushion with her face on it, though…?” The boy’s words hit the transformed mustari like a batting ram.

W-What do you mean by that?!

…Somehow, the cushion part didn’t come as much of a surprise to Louise. Given her softness and shape, it made perfect sense, really! A part of her hated how easily she accepted that statement as truth, but she saw little point in denying the obviousness of her transformation at this point.

No, what took her completely off guard was the mention of her design, gah, how she loathed the sheer idea of calling it that…! She was a person, with the features and looks of one, not adorned with some sort of pattern…! 

…And yet, now the only remains of said personhood were the print showing what she was supposed to look like, merely a cheap imitation of her usual self, the cruel irony…

“You know her kinks better than I do…but I do feel pretty strong traces of her magla all over it….” Gallica teased the cushion unawarely as she flew back up, giving it another giddy look. “She looks so happy, though, doesn’t she~?”

She…? W-wait, magla?! Did that gnat somehow realize she was the genuine article and not just an object…?

“‘Ooh, use me, I want your fat ass on my face!’, ehehe Come on, it’s begging you to sit on it, just look at that grin” 

G-Grin…?!

“It makes sense her magla would rub off on it if she interacted with it, I suppose…? For all we know, she made it herself.” The eldan boy gave the smiling seat a few more squeezes.

N-Ngh… N-No please, you have to figure it out…!

“Never took Louise for an arts and crafts type, but maybe?”

“...I’ll just ask her later.” The boy responded, seemingly lost in thought, his eyes peering at the soft object in his hands, not with the love and recognition Louise was used to, but puzzlement, followed by rumination. After a little while, he walked up to one of the many open, circular hatches built into the room’s walls—the one he always used as a resting spot, to be specific—and…

…Plopped the cushion atop it.

E-Eh?! W-Wait, what are you doing…?!

Surely the boy wasn’t about to pull the stunt that she thought he was…? It was already demeaning enough to be seen and treated as an object, but actually being used as one was another thing entirely…!

“Oh, gonna read the new book while you wait?” Gallica queried.

“Yeah. Brigitta said it might be useful, some sort of research piece on divine relics, from the sound of it.”

“And here I thought they burned them all… I can only imagine how much it cost to get her hands on it.”

“All the more reason to not let it go to waste, no?” Without further ado, Will climbed atop the railing, then the hatch’s frame proper, all too unaware of the voiceless pleas coming from the soft seat his boyish bum was seconds away from subjugating. The newly-created cushion could only watch on in dread as the two massive moons stood high above its flimsy, foam-filled form, ready at a moment’s notice to descend.

N-No, don’t even think about it…! I-I’m serious, I–?!

It was as if time came to a standstill. 

Though the action took only a few seconds, to Louise, it might as well have been an eternity, each passing moment taking longer than the last. Tardily, the two heavenly bodies descended lower yet lower still, going from a high-up threat to finally overtaking her entire vision by a pair of black, woolen pants and the fat they contained. With ease, the seat’s body contorted its shape to accommodate the overwhelming weight of her lover's rear, letting it imprint freely into her form like the good cushion she now was. That she’d be, for the next while, if not longer.

A-Aghk?! 

Gathering thoughts became all but impossible as more and more of the boy’s bodily warmth seeped deep within Louise’s insides, Will’s massive rump seeming to crush not only her body, but her mind as well.

“Hmm…” Conversely, the elda felt nothing but contentment from the experience. Without a second thought, he began to shift his backside slightly to find the most comfortable position, utterly unaware of the bombardment the little movements were launching on the defenseless object’s cognitive functions.

Ngh…

…But of course, the assault was only just commencing. As if losing her eyesight at the hands (cheeks?) of her partner’s ass wasn’t bad enough, Louise was readily made aware that the same did not go for her other senses—if anything, it’s only gotten worse!

Forced to contend with both the smell and taste of Will’s ass and pants, it quickly became apparent that the boy’s impeccable personal hygiene amounted to little at this close of a proximity. All the fancy perfumes mixed in with the smell produced by the boy’s sweaty buttocks into something somehow more disgusting than the sum of its parts, yet Louise had little choice but to lap it all up, serving the purpose of the object she was made to assume the role of.

Worse yet? That tiny, pathetically perverted part of her that seemed to revel in this whole experience prior was getting much too loud to ignore. That part of her she’d tried to keep hidden, out of fear for how close to home it hit, that little morsel of her soul that craved nothing more than to simply let someone take the lead after years spent toiling away in order to enact her grand ideals…

Even now, it wasn’t easy to let anyone—not even Will—see this vulnerable little girl hidden deep within, but she tried, she really did, to move past and allow herself this selfish, unearned rest.

…And now, she was an object whose entire purpose revolved around being sat on, around being used and abused, free from the cruel world’s judgmental eyes. As embarrassing and pathetic as it made her feel… Why shouldn’t she indulge herself? Nobody could hear what a random cushion though, or even be aware of the presence within, and it wasn’t as if she could opt out of it all anyway. This could be her little, dirty secret, the kind one takes to their grave.

No worries, no responsibilities, just boy butt.

What kind of cushion– er, girlfriend would she be if she didn’t take some pride in getting to hold up her lover’s tender bum, after all?

***

As minutes turned to hours, Will found himself fully engrossed in the contents of the tome within his hands, the fact that he was supposed to wait for his girlfriend taking more and more of a back seat in his mind with each turn of the pages.

Mhhhffn…~

By now, the previously brand-new seat was anything but. A large, slightly damp imprint of the boy’s ass adorned its grinning visage—an expression that by now fit the cushion’s  attitude much more properly than at the start.

“That’s interesting… Did you know there are relics that only work if you fill them up with magla?” The blue-haired youth spoke, shifting his butt slightly in order to get the cushion back into position. As comfortable as the seat was, the slippery surface of the hatch’s metallic frame made such actions necessary every now and then.

“...I mean, duh? They’re mostly like… scepters and stuff, yeah?” Gallica responded from atop the table, taking time to rest her own wings as well.

“Sort of…? There’s this one, ‘Nova Sphere’, which isn’t a weapon at all. If you fill it up with enough magla, it’s apparently said to grant your deepest desire…”

“That… sounds way too good to be true. If a relic like that existed, people would be clamoring all over to get it, no?”

“Well, those things are very hard to find, but I suppose you’re right. We can’t exactly take everything written here at face value…” 

The conversation between the eldan boy and his fairy companion continued unabated for quite some time, neither aware of the trinket in question lying just a few meters away, nor the cushion’s blissful existence below Will’s shapely rump. Having stopped listening hours ago, Louise was more than content to make the most out of her current predicament instead.

Powerless as she was, it was much easier to push all those pesky worries away and focus on the task at hand, a job she took particularly seriously, as it were. She’d get turned back eventually, she was certain. Sooner or later, her allies would find the relic and figure out what happened… 

…Probably.

Somehow, she didn’t exactly mind the notion of having to wait a bit longer for her rescue than what was strictly necessary. Whether it’d take hours, days, perhaps even weeks, she knew she’d remain by her king’s side, supporting him and his tush one way or the other~