Encounter 9 - Preparation for Exploration
It didn’t take me long to fill a backpack with a change of clothes, a phone charger, a flashlight, a power bank, and a set of walkie-talkies. Though, knowing my girlfriend was essentially made of gel, I tapped her case and asked if she needed to drink water after pocketing my phone and wallet.
“I don’t know for sure so I’ll go with yes,” replied a creamy white face embossed on the pillow.
“Got it. You like Gatorade right?”
“Yep!”
“Kay.” I had to get the water first though. I slipped the plastic water bag out of its compartment in another one of my backpacks and took it to the kitchen where I filled that as well as reusable bottles for Rebecca and I. I also pulled four gallons from the pantry.
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I figured he’d need me in a few minutes so I rustled myself out of the bliss of inanimacy to shift back into my normal body. Though, Mark seemed to be taking his time... maybe I’ll surprise him a little once he returns...
Leaving the bedroom and peeking around the corner to the kitchen I saw him filling a metal water bottle. Then he cut the faucet and, with two bottles in hand, stepped toward me. Though because I didn’t want him to know I’d slipped out of pillow form I thought quick and morphed into a paint that took the same color as the wall, forcing myself into it and gliding all over in barely a second. Drying up but leaving an eye in the corner I watched him leave the house, likely toward his car.
He reentered with empty fingers. Ascending the stairs he paused at the second-to-top step and stared right at my eye. Oh man, I muttered inwardly, but then he smiled and said... something I couldn’t hear because I didn’t make an ear hole!
“Wait wait okay I’m here!” I laughed after giving myself a mouth and a hearing medium. “Can you say that again, Mark?”
“You’re a really clingy girl, is what I said,” he replied smoothly.
If I could I would have blushed so hard... two months with this guy and I still find myself head-over-heels for him...!
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I threw both backpacks onto me — one on each shoulder — and lifted two gallons of water in each hand only to be stopped by a melty white naga-like Rebecca at the top of the stairs.
“Sweetie... I wanna wrap myself all around you... you’re such an amazing lover...”
She slithered closer to me but I backed up; I didn’t want her paint body to stain my clothes or... the floor! “What the... Rebecca, saying that in that body makes it sound weird. Also are you gonna drip into the carpet?”
My girlfriend promptly reverted into her native form, but explained that the melting effect was self-contained. Letting me pass her, I again headed to the trunk.
Loading the water and backpacks in I figured I’d grab some sticky targets and a few slabs of plywood. I got them from my garage as well as the stand for the targets, placing them in the trunk with the water and backpacks.
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As soon as Mark left the house I felt the unyielding desire to again change my form. Stepping over to the living room I sat down on my heels and bathed in the pleasurable feeling of my legs swelling up and melding together, supporting my torso and usurping my feet as they took a square shape with a pure white color and a soft, leathery texture. Spawning four wooden feet at my base’s corners, I lifted myself a few inches higher.
My torso fattened up, as did my arms. My upper body puffed and thickened around the top of my base as it too was whitewashed. As my arms swelled and stretched to attach to my base, my hands melted into my wrists to leave the ends of what are now my armrests clean and neat.
Stretching my shoulders up to my head I let my hair, facial features, and breasts slip away into white softness. My nipples hardened and compressed into faux white buttons, but I left my eyes open. Tidying up the corners of my backrest, I finished transforming into a lovely white armchair, well, one with eyes. Mark was soon to come in anyway.
When he did I only peered at him, though seeing him carry out so many trips to and from the car made me feel a bit guilty I wasn’t helping.
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I turned to face Rebecca, smirking as I rubbed my fingertips along her right armrest. “Is this for me?” I teased aloud, my hand moving up her backrest, petting her softly. “You feel very plush and relaxing... I figure I’ll just... take a seat.”
I swiveled around and planted my butt on her cushion, leaning back. I didn’t notice it but as I did so she closed her eyes. What I did notice was how she not only conformed to my body but also flexed her armrests in, as if to wrap me into a hug. “Awww. Well that’s just too cute. I can stay awhile.”
For the next five minutes or so I had shifted my position around in the chair, allowing Rebecca to touch slightly different surfaces of me each time. Then I pushed her armrest away, finally telling her that I needed to keep packing.
Standing up I walked away from her, refocusing on my tasks for now.
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Ohhh I love him! I inwardly squealed. When he sat on me I couldn’t resist the urge to just slightly reshape my leather surfaces in order to be in contact with more of his body. I was touching so much Mark for those moments, and it felt so cute! This led me to my decision to keep this chair form for now.
I watched Mark head to his fridge to grab four quart-sized bottles of Gatorade: two blue and two green. His hands full he left the kitchen, passed me by and stepped out the door.
While I awaited his return I once again felt the desire of fluidity in shape. Melting away my eyes I folded my seatback down, in between my armrests, which merged with it. My bottom cushion merged with it as well, and amidst the tightness I experienced a twinge of arousal.
In response to the stimulation I pulled my square form inwards, meaning the mingling parts of what was my chair body were pressed closer together and into one another until they just became one massive rectangular cushion of leather. To finish off my transition I reduced my width but kept my length the same. My eyes popped up once more, this time near my feet; I didn’t have a seatback to plant them on anymore because I’d shifted into an ottoman.
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Once I placed the Gatorade in the trunk and arranged the water bottles appropriately, I headed back to the garage to get one of the last things, though the biggest — the tent. Now I do not go camping often but when I do, I like my space, as well as the ability to store things in an enclosed area. Therefore my portable refuge had to be within the greater size ranges. So as soon as I pulled the encased tent off the shelf in the garage, I realized I’d made the unfortunate mistake of leaving my Explorer’s rear seats open...
Two clicks and a few agitated sighs later I retrieved the tent and slid it into the rear of the car. I closed the garage door as there’d not be anything else I would need in there. I turned back inside for sleeping bags and pillows, forgetting completely about Rebecca being a comfy armchair until, with my hands full for the final time, I lapsed back to the top of the stairs to encounter an ottoman with eyes. “Hi cutie,” I cooed, walking past her with a grin. “I’ll sit on you when I’m done packing; that’s a promise, sweetie.”
All I needed from there was food and bedding. I made two trips. On the first one I filled a reusable freezer bag with hot dogs and buns, as well as ketchup, mustard, a veggie tray, the rest of the potato chips from yesterday night, a massive bag of tortilla chips, energy bars, trail mix, and I even managed to squeeze in some hard seltzer.
Once I was back from that I grabbed the sleeping bags and pillows. They fit perfectly in the trunk.
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And just like that, after two more visits to his car and back, he told me... something. Again, no ears. I have to remember to form those if I actually wanna hear my boyfriend, I thought in frustration, forming the necessary ear holes on each short side of my base. I also created a pair of lips in my underside to ask him “What was that?”
“I’m done packing, Rebecca. I’ll take a break on your for a few minutes, then we’ll get going,” he said, and then he just casually sat down on me, as if I was any other ottoman! I relish that feeling of authenticity and realism!
“Do you know I like to be used when I’m inanimate? Or is that just something you assumed since I made us lunch earlier?”
“I’m assuming it, correctly so, I believe,” he teased, rubbing the corner of my cushion.
“Please Mark, if you ever need anything, and you have me around, I want you to find convenience in my powers. I can be anything you want, whenever you want it. All you have to do is say something.”
“If you ever want to be an object for me Rebecca, you can always tell me, and I’ll find some way to use you. Don’t worry. And I just want to say that those powers are the best thing that I’ve ever witnessed.”
“You’re the best thing I’ve ever witnessed, Mark...”
“No, you,” he ricocheted back with a smile, standing up. “Now let’s hit the road.”