I woke up on the couch. Apparently, I had dozed off while Elandris and I were playing video games. Or at least, while Elandris was playing. I had simply been watching. While being wrapped snugly around her, as a blanket made of Play-Doh. Which I apparently still was, though I was now folded up neatly into a square, my face on top. I shivered. Being a blanket was surprisingly nice, though with Elandris no longer beneath me, I was really cold.

“Elandris?” I called out for her. She was beside me in an instant.

“Yes, mistress? Did you sleep well?”

“I did, surprisingly.” I giggled. “And I told you, no more of that mistress stuff. We’re friends and equals from now on, got it?”

“I’ll… try to stop. It’s a bit hard to get used to.” Elandris bit her lip, and looked away.

After a brief silence, she turned back to me. “Would you like to be restored, now?”

I thought about that for a moment. “No, actually. Being immobile is kind of relaxing. I don’t have to worry about anything.” I grinned.

“You never have to worry about anything anyway, I’ll take care of everything for you, mistress.” Elandris pointed out.

“Hey, I said stop that.” I pouted. “But, true. Hmm… How about this? You go about your daily routine cleaning up the place, but you use me as an object all day.”

“What?” Elandris said, taken aback.

“If you treat me like nothing more than an object all day long, maybe you’ll start to see us as equals?” I suggested.

“That’s… a strange idea.” She said, flatly.

“Look, just go with it, okay?” I huffed. “What were you going to do first?”

“Well, cook brunch, I suppose.” Elandris thought out loud.

“Great! Do you have a way to turn me into kitchen utensils?” I asked

“Ohh.” Elandris said, a look of understanding dawning on her face. “I could do that. But you need to be normal, first.”

“Go for it.” I giggled, wriggling a little.

As Elandris worked her magic, I felt my body reforming, pulling itself together, my flesh and blood knitting itself back into its’ regular shape. I stood up and stretched, having mobility returned to me for the first time in quite awhile. That was about to change, I thought, as I watched Elandris begin casting another spell.

However, nothing seemed to change. “Did that do anything?” I asked.

“Yes.” Elandris grinned. “I’m actually rather proud of this one. It’s a mutable reality field, that lets you be changed at will. Though, only in rather specific ways.”

“How so?”

“It might be easier to show you. Come sit on the countertop?” Elandris motioned.

I did as I was instructed, and hoisted myself atop my kitchen’s marble countertop. Elandris knelt down, and cupped my feet in her hands, pushing them together. She tugged on them, and they cleanly detached from my legs.

But it was clear almost immediately that this magic was different from when my feet normally got detached. I stared in amazement as my feet started warping together, and soon, Elandris was holding a bowl made out of my feet. A proper bowl, wide enough to actually put stuff in. The bowl still looked vaguely like my feet, but shaped into a bowl shape.

“I… uh.” I poked the bowl. I could still feel from the bowl, though the sensation was rather muted. I rapped on the bottom. The bowl was hardened, like ceramic, instead of the usual softness of my body. “My feet turned into a bowl?”

“Yes.” Elandris grinned, as she turned to the kitchen sink and began washing the bowl. I felt warm water splash around my feet.

“So… if I got this right… you can just take parts off of me… and turn them into objects?”

“Pretty much.” Elandris nodded. “Though, you can do it too.”

“Oh?” I looked at myself quizzically, examining my hands. “Hmm. Alright, what do you need to cook?” I asked.

“How about a spatula?” Elandris suggested.

“One spatula, coming up.” I giggled. Let’s see… how does this work? I grabbed my right leg at the thigh, and pulled on it. Nothing happened.

“Think of the shape you want as you detach.” Elandris advised.

“Alright.” I nodded, trying again. This time, my leg came off at the hip. My thigh flattened out into the head of a spatula, while the rest of my leg straightened out and shrunk down into a handle. “Neat!” I exclaimed, handing my leg-turned-spatula to Elandris.

“Not bad.” Elandris laughed, as she fetched a carton of eggs from my now well-stocked fridge. I briefly thought back to the days when the fridge would be nearly empty, and the freezer chock full of frozen dinners instead. I bit my lip as my feet grew cold. She was cracking eggs into my feet… the bowl.

“I could use a whisk.” She mentioned to me, as she got out some butter.

“Oh, sure.” I grinned, grabbing my remaining leg. It dropped off from the hip, quickly thinning out into a proper utensil, as my thigh hollowed out into the bulb of the whisk. “This is kinda fun.” I giggled, as Elandris promptly began whisking eggs with my leg… er. Whisk. In my bowl.

“I need another couple bowls for the pancake mix, and a griddle for them and the bacon.” Elandris announced.

“Coming right up.” Bowls… bowls… my eyes drifted down my body to a couple of serviceable round objects. I giggled, and lifted my breasts off my chest, as the hollowed out and hardened into bowls.

As for the griddle… Ah. I grabbed ahold of my lower body, and tugged, separating my torso in two right below my chest, flattening it out as it did so.

“Frying pan for the eggs, too.” Elandris said, as she begin mixing ingredients for the pancakes in my bowls. She placed the griddle on the stove, and I started to warm up. I was worried about the heat, for a moment, but despite all appearances, my griddle seemed to be made of metal now, or at least, I functioned like metal.

As my head flattened out and turned into a frying pan, Elandris grew an additional two arms to manage everything. I handed Elandris my frying pan off my neck, and she twirled it around expertly, heating it on the stove beside my griddle. I shut my eyes and mouth as she cracked more eggs directly onto my heated face, sizzling as they landed.

It didn’t take long for Elandris to cook everything. Having four arms helps, and being an amazing chef to begin with helps too. Plus, she got to use an amazing set of utensils. The remainder of my torso flattened out into a serving tray, and I curved my arms around to act as handles. Elandris happily scooped breakfast onto me, as she dumped my dirty utensils into the sink to soak.

As Elandris took my tray laden with breakfast out to my dining room, I pondered who she was serving breakfast too, since by now I had been thoroughly converted into a combination of utensils. My head was a greasy frying pan laying in the sink, resting beneath my bowls.

“Oh!” I heard her exclaim, as she rushed back to the kitchen and fished my frying pan out from under the mess. “I’m so sorry, mistress, I totally forgot!” She stammered, attempting to wipe the grease off my face.

“It’s alright.” I laughed, “I asked for exactly this, after all. How am I going to eat breakfast like this, though?”

In the very next moment, my head popped back to its’ original shape. “Oh.” I giggled. I was still covered in grease, though.

“This will have to do, for now. I’ll give you a thorough bath, after I feed you.” Elandris smiled nervously.

“You mean a wash? I’m just objects now, remember.” I grinned cheekily. As distraught as Elandris was, I was totally okay with all of this. It was… new.

“If you say so.” Elandris laughed nervously. “Now, how about some breakfast?”

“Don’t you need a spoon to feed me with?” I grinned, eyebrow raised.

“I suppose I do.” Elandris giggled, as she plucked my nose off my face, as it turned into a spoon.

“If you’re so nervous about treating me as a pile of objects, how come you had that spell?” I asked, as Elandris spoonfed me.

“Oh. That spell was meant for use on myself. A master wanted me to turn into a literal set of tools for him.” Elandris explained.

“That sounds… almost abusive?” I said, carefully.

“Oh, not at all.” Elandris said, reassuringly, “He… I’m not sure what it was, exactly. It was just… a peculiarity of his.”

“As long as you were okay with it.” I replied, munching on bacon.

“Like you are?” Elandris giggled.

“I suppose.” I laughed, “Have you ever had a master ask to be turned into objects before?”

“Oh, a couple of times, though nothing quite this… complex?” Elandris replied, “You’d be surprised. After all, all these spells I made exist out of need or want.”

“…Huh.” I said, chewing thoughtfully.

After breakfast, Elandris hand washed each part of me (at my insistence). I turned my head back into a frying pan, for that. It felt appropriate. She then restored my body again, and cast the object-ification (that’s what I’m calling it) spell on me, to prepare for the next set of chores.

By the end of the day, I had been transformed into a variety of different tools for Elandris to housekeep with. My arms were turned into feather dusters, my feet into cloths. In the interest of not making me literally swallow dust, Elandris turned me into a broom instead of a vacuum, though she said she’d have to make another pass with a vacuum while I was at work. There wasn’t anything for me to be while she did the laundry, so I turned my torso into a dress, my limbs into gloves and stockings, and my head into panties, to be washed with my clothes. That was fun. The spin cycle was a little dizzying, though. I was kind of hoping Elandris would wear me, but I didn’t say anything. It might have been pushing it too far. After, when she was ironing my clothes, I popped my chest off as an ironing board, but turned my legs into a pair of pants to be ironed. Being ironed was surprisingly relaxing. Like taking a good steam. I’d have to ask her to do that to me again sometime. When I wasn’t having fun getting my body parts turned into a bunch of random objects.

After, that she made dinner. I was the cooking utensils again, of course. I turned my head into a pan again, but Elandris refused to get my head dirty before dinner. So, as a compromise, I popped off my boobs individually, flattening and merging them into a single pan. That was more fun than I’d like to admit. After dinner, Elandris set my head down by the kitchen sink so I could watch her wash my parts off.

“So, that was fun.” I giggled.

“I didn’t think you’d enjoy it so much.” Elandris laughed, “You are one strange person.”

“Hm? You called me a person, instead of mistress. Progress?” I said, slyly.

“Mayyybe.” Elandris said. “But I shouldn’t have said person either, should I? You’re hardly a person. You’re just a pile of dirty dishes.”

“Ouch.” I faked wincing at the sarcastic burn. “Hey, I still have a head.”

“Actually, I do believe this sponge isn’t quite cutting it…” Elandris grinned evilly, as she reached for my head.

“Oh no.”

Having my porous head filled with water and soap was one thing. Being used to scrub my own body parts clean is another. Elandris tried to keep talking to me during this, but I was rather unable to hear, or respond properly, at least, until she rinsed the soap from me and squeezed me dry.

I blinked rapidly as Elandris set me down by the sink and peered at me, a cheeky grin on her face while she wiped my bowl dry and set it on the dish rack. “So, that was fun.” I laughed, “What did you think?”

“It was… entertaining.” Elandris carefully chose her words, “Liberating. It was like not having a master or mistress for once.”

“Well, good! I don’t want you to feel like I’m your mistress. We’re friends, got it?” I insisted.

“If you say so… Eleanor.” Elandris said.

“Hey, progress.” I giggled.

“I am still contractually obligated to do things for you, though.”

“Well, I’ll ask nicely, then.”

“You already do that. You’re such a caring and understanding mi- friend.” Elandris blushed.

“Oh… I guess.” I blushed too. Can sponges blush?

“My point is, I’ll still do everything for you. Not because I’m obligated to, but because I want to.” Elandris said, firmly.

“Oh.” I was definitely blushing. “That’s good to hear. But feel free to take a break every now and then, yeah?”

“Okay.” Elandris smiled.

“You spent the whole day doing housework for me… so let’s take the evening off and relax. Do you want to take a bath?”

“A bath?” Her eyebrow went up curiously, “I don’t get dirty or sweaty, so…”

“To relax, Elandris.” I grinned, “A special, relaxing, type of bath.”

A look of realization dawned upon her face. “Ohh. You would… give me time for that?”

“Of course! Though, I was wondering… would we be able to do that together?”

Elandris’s eyes widened. “A- are you sure?” she squeaked out. “It might be a bit more… intimate… than you think it’s going to be.”

I simply waved off her concern. “It’s alright. We’ve been pretty close, right?” I giggled. “Could you restore me?”

“Of course!” Elandris stammered. In an instant, I was back on my feet, and no longer a pile of inanimate objects.

Walking over to the bathroom, I motioned for Elandris to follow suit. Wordlessly, she followed, and we both stood in the tub as I plugged it shut.

“Ready?” Elandris asked, timidly.

“Sure.” I grinned. This would be fun. I’d been wondering what it’d be like to melt with someone else. I’d been mixed with water, but being mixed with another person would definitely be different. I could feel my body melting away already.

Looking down at the tub floor, both of our feet had already begun to puddle. I looked up at Elandris, and she met my gaze. She had a strange look in her eyes. I raised an eyebrow. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, it’s just… been awhile.” She said, somewhat dreamily.

Oh man, how long has it been since she’s been allowed to relax like this? Poor genie. I stepped over and gave her a hug. She let out a soft squeak as she returned the hug.

We stood there for a moment, simply comforting each other. I opened my eyes, and tried to step back. I found that I couldn’t. My hands were stuck, wrapped around Elandris’s back. Our lower bodies that had been rubbing up against each other were similarly stuck. “Um…” I began.

“Did you not intend for this to happen?” Elandris giggled. I felt her fingers wriggling inside my melting back. We had literally melted together.

“Not really.” I laughed, pulling my head back as far as it would go. I felt my chin dislodge from her shoulder, leaving some of myself behind, and bringing some of her with me. I looked down at our merging bodies.

Among many of my other physical characteristics, Elandris had copied my skin tone, so I couldn’t for the life of me tell where I ended and she began. Our skin was running together into a singular liquid mass. It felt… heavenly.

If melting on my own felt great, melting with Elandris was at least three times better… however you’d quantify how good something felt. Besides my own warmth, there was the warmth of another body. I could feel her every movement, as we slowly drew into one another. In a sense, it was like being hugged by her, except… everywhere at once, and it was warm and inviting, and liquid.

I realized I couldn’t find most of my own body. We had melted down into a large blob, the floor of the tub already an inch deep in us. Our shoulders extended from the rapidly dwindling mound of flesh. And I could feel… everything. Especially my most sensitive parts. And Elandris’s. I swear, I could feel from her body just as much as I could my own. I bit my lip. This was unexpectedly arousing. I looked up.

Elandris was looking me in the eye. “Thank you.” She whispered.

I was about to say something about it not being a problem, when Elandris brought her head forwards and kissed me. I could barely respond, for the shock. Is this what she meant by intimate? Uh oh. I may have made a mistake… but… how could a mistake feel this good?

As I felt Elandris’s semi-liquid lips press against mine, I hesitated. In that moment’s hesitation, I felt something deep within me… stir. Not literally, emotionally. I closed my eyes, and I returned the kiss, pressing my head up against hers. Our faces melted together, and the “kiss” could no longer be called a kiss, yet it continued all the same, as our heads joined our bodies in the tub.

I stirred, trying to rub up against Elandris. I could feel her doing the same. I didn’t really need to try, though. Elandris was everywhere. Around me, beside me, within me. And I with her. …damnit, this was way more intimate than I expected. I didn’t want this!

…and yet… I did. I didn’t stop. I continued moving, seeking out as much of Elandris as I could, trying to be even closer. The arousal was too much. My body was too sensitive. Hers was too. I tried to hold onto my reason, but it was meaningless in the wake of our liquid forms melding together.

I gave in.