Trust Machines - Slumber Party X

“Aww, you’re going out all night?”

Jen shrugged at her wiry boyfriend, and continued to brush her long blonde hair.  “Come on, I told you when you got Fridays as well as Thursdays.  Every other Friday is girls’ night.”

Terry sighed.  “I know.  What are you going to do, anyway?”

Jen grinned impishly.  “We’re having a slumber party at Katie’s place.”

“What, sitting around giggling in nightshirts, talking about boys?”

“Well, that and pillow-fights, and doing each other’s makeup.  Oh, and lingerie, not nightshirts.”  Jen’s grin got even wider, watching Terry’s mind explode.

Once Terry was more or less coherent again, Jen made it worse.  “Would you like to tag along?”

“Buh...  You said it was a girls night.”

“Oh, there won’t be any boys there.”

“But...  Wha?”

“If you’ll do exactly as I say, you’ll find out.”

“Deal.”

So that was how Terry first visited a Venn Machine.  He’d heard about how they could change you into anything, and had quite frankly found the idea terrifying.  But Jen was the sexiest girl he’d ever dated, and she promised that it was only for a day.

“Look, you promised you’d do exactly as I said.  See, it’s set for only a day - you’ll be back to normal Saturday night no matter what.”

Terry gulped, then nodded.  “OK.  What do I do?”

“Step in your side, and don’t touch anything.”

A minute later, Jen emerged from her side of the machine, and went around to the other side.  She picked up the giant fluffy pink pillow that was sitting there, and squeezed it tight.  “Another pillow is always welcome at a slumber party.  Come on.”

Jen made sure to cuddle up to or sit on Terry all night.  And thanks to his presence, there was indeed a pillow-fight.  Jen made sure to aim for her friends’ chests.

He was very comfy to sleep on, too, when they finally got around to actually sleeping.

Late Saturday afternoon, Jen finally made her way back to her apartment.  She closed all the shades, then showered.  She spent the rest of the afternoon naked with still-pillowy Terry.  He was just so silky and nice to touch.  She ended up in bed with him after dinner, back arched over him as she made good use of certain favourite toys.

That was how Terry found her when he returned to normal - draped over his body, sheened with sweat, and moaning.  He didn’t ask questions, he just joined in.

Much later, his first coherent sentence was, “That was not what I had in mind.”

“So... coming along next time?  I bet you’d make a lovely lipstick.  Imagine spending the night on my lips, while we practice kissing.”

“You... don’t need any practice.”

Jen’s impish grin returned.  “Thanks.  But I know it’s part of the guy fantasy, so I’ll make sure you get to kiss every girl there, getting smeared onto their lips too.”

Terry flopped back, and groaned.  “You’re insane.”

Jen’s hand drifted to his crotch.  “Your little head seems to like the idea.”

“I know.  I must be insane, too.”

“So you’ll do it?”

“Yes.”

Jen squealed with delight, and pounced on Terry.  “I am so keeping you.”

“As a guy, I hope.”

“Most of the time.”

Over the course of the next week, whenever Terry wasn’t waiting on tables he was thinking about Jen’s offer.  Being a pillow was one thing.  A pleasant thing, granted.  She’d spent more time touching him as a pillow in one evening than she had in the two weeks prior, and he had to admit that those touches had felt good.  And the pillow fight had been awesome.  He was still reliving those moments in his dreams as he went to sleep each night.

Turning into something that would get smeared all over worried Terry.  It sounded dangerous, as bits of him would get left behind.

Reading about Venn Machines online led to far more information than he could process.  Terry was familiar with sifting through conflicting reports thanks to his recently completed psychology degree, but this was far worse than any research project he’d been assigned.  There were so many conflicting reports, so much rumour and so little substance.  Official statements were very thin on the ground, the only clear statement he could find was from the Surgeon General, and even that was vague to the point of uselessness.  It did suggest that using the Venn Machines wasn’t known to be dangerous, though.

In the end, Terry learned the most by finding a local Venn Machine support group and talking with some of the people there.  One person testified that he had actually been turned into chocolate and eaten, with no ill effects afterward.  The way the guy’s eyes lit up while telling the story worried Terry, in part because he felt an echo of that enthusiasm in himself.

He hadn’t planned to tell his story, but they were so welcoming and encouraging that he changed his mind.  He was pleasantly surprised at how the others cheered him on, and helped to assuage his fears.

The last few days before Thursday went by in a bit of a haze.  It was hard not seeing Jen through the week, but she’d made it clear that he wasn’t to seek her out on days that weren’t his.  She’d also made no secret of the fact that there were other guys with other days.  She called it Time-division Monogamy and claimed that it helped her organize her life.

Whatever the reason, it built Terry’s anticipation to a fever pitch.

Thursday nights had started as fencing night.  Terry and Jen had met at the university’s fencing club, and just before graduation he’d braved asking her to continue fencing with him at a salle he’d found.  He’d hated the thought of not getting to spar with her, as their bouts had become the highlight of his time at the club, and he’d confessed as much.

After a month of fencing at the new location, Jen had approached him after a particularly fiercely fought bout and commented that her evening was free, and would he like to buy her dinner?  He’d jumped at the opportunity, and after that point, every Thursday night ended up in the shower at her place, often twice.

This Thursday started like the others, with some warm-up sparring before class began.  Jen kept her long hair in a loose ponytail, and was adept at using it to distract the eye just as she was about to skewer her opponent.  While Terry had gotten used to the tactic due to his many bouts with her, Jen’s gorgeous hair still had the power to distract him from time to time.

“This week, we have something different for you to try,” said the coach at the start of the class.  “You’re all good with rapiers, but how many of you have fenced with sabers?”

A few hands went up tentatively.  Terry was not so tentative, he’d come to enjoy saber work at the university’s club. His strength could be used to more advantage, he’d found.

That proved true again as the class drilled with sabers.  Rapier work required more precision and guile, saber could be about power.  Terry also excelled at the ballestra, or leaping attack, and was used by the coach as a demonstration partner for the move.

When Terry and Jen sparred this time, it was not the even fights of their previous bouts.  Terry won handily.  The only time Jen managed to score points was when she got close enough to whisper “Lipstick” at him.  Each time, that drove Terry to distraction, and opened his guard.  He soon learned to keep his distance, and leap in for his strikes.

Instead of their usual 2-1 or 1-2, Terry won all of their sparring bouts.  Jen sighed as she took off her mask and shook her hair out.  “You’ve won me fair and square.  What are you going to do with me?”

Terry grinned.  “Take you home and ravish you.”

Jen grinned saucily back.  “So the usual, then.”

“Did you want me to turn you into something at a Venn Machine first?”

“I...”  Jen swallowed, and looked away.  “Let me think about it while I shower.”

Jen was quiet all the way to her car, and handed Terry the keys so he could drive.  “Mall first, please,” she asked, softly.

Terry’s bravado lasted until they were actually standing in front of the Venn Machine.  “Now what?”

Jen put her purse in a small coin-operated locker sitting beside the Venn Machine.  Then she turned to Terry and said, “Put a dollar in the slot.  Press the second icon once, then touch the big picture of the Earth.”

Terry did so, and the doors opened.  “I’m off tomorrow and Saturday, as usual.  Do you have anywhere you need to be?”

Jen shook her head, and stepped into the machine.  Terry followed, into his side.  He stared at the interface, uncertainty written on his face.

“Just get rid of my bruises, so we can have fun.”  Jen said.  “Some of those drills were a bit rough.”  She slipped her top off, so he could see the welts on her arms.

“Oh.  How do I do that?”

“Look at the bubbles around my image.  Do any have less bruises?”

“Not really.  Well, maybe this one...”  He touched the image, and it took the place of Jen.  “Huh, not really.  Just different locations.”

Jen sighed.  “Figures.  Just say ‘no bruises’, and see if anything sort of bubbles up at the edges.”

Terry did so, and touched one of the spots that bubbled up.  “Uh...  Well, that’s not bruises anyway.  Can I go back and try again?”

“I don’t know.  I’ve never figured out how, but this is only my third time in one of these.”

Terry started tapping at the nearby bubbles, shaking his head, and carrying on.  Eventually Jen got impatient.  “Just pick one, already.”

Terry felt the world flicker, then looked down at himself.  Nothing had changed.  But now the green button was starting to get thinner.  “What did you do?”

“Put you on a timer, by changing you into you.  Forty seconds left.”

Terry tapped and tapped, then sighed. “Best I can do, I guess.”  He hit the button and hoped Jen wouldn’t be mad at him.

Jen prowled out of the open door, then unsteadily stood up.  “What the hell?  My feet arrre all wrrong.    My voice!”

She spun, tail whipping behind her and keeping her balance.  Staring back at her from the glass storefront was the faded reflection of spots.  It took a moment for it to resolve into something almost human.  “Furr?  You turrned me into some kind of cat-girl?”

“You rushed me!  It started out as this gorgeous clouded leopard, with spots that matched your bruises.  I was trying to get it more human, and maybe some clothes other than the collar...”

Jen reached up, brushed aside her cascade of silver hair, and touched the thick leather collar at her neck.  “This is morre than a little kinky.  Crap, I bet none of my clothes will fit, eitherr.”

Terry took off his shirt and offered it to Jen, but she shook her head.  “Nothing shows.  Just let me get my purrse, and we can go.”

Halfway back to the car, Jen gave her purse to Terry to carry, and continued the rest of the way on all fours.  “Walking on your toes is harrd.”

Terry shook his head.  “I bet.  Wow, you barely look human, prowling along like that.”

“I’m just your big pet kitty forr the next day.”

“Does that mean I need to get a leash so I can take you for walks?”

Jen stopped hard at that comment, staring up at Terry.   Her ears perked toward him, and her tail swished in agitation.

“What?” asked Terry.

“You’d enjoy trreating me like a pet?”

“A beautiful, exotic pet.  For a day.”

“Forr a day...  Okay.”

“Let’s get you home first.  I’ll probably have an easier time shopping without mall security panicking over a wild animal.”

Once they were inside Jen’s apartment, she prowled off to the bathroom to check herself out.  The full-length mirror there revealed a sleek feline body covered in silvery fur with a scattering of dark spots.  When she stood on her rear legs, her tailtip brushed the floor, and her long silver hair cascaded over her shoulders.  The latter plus her hands were the most human things about her.  Her face was a slightly flattened version of a big cat’s muzzle.  She was just thankful she could smile, and speak.

“Are you sure you’re OK with this?” asked Terry.  He’d ghosted up behind her, and watched her examination curiously.

“Arre you OK with it?  I don’t have brreasts.”

“You’ve got your hair, though.  And these amazing, muscular legs.”

Jen bounced in place.  “I know!  I feel so strrong.  I have to trry rruning.”

Terry hugged her, ruffling her fur.  “I’ll be back with that leash, then we can go find somewhere wild for you.”

“Get some rrare steaks, too.”

Terry returned in half an hour with a long leather leash, and a large pack of steaks.  Jen pounced him at the door, nearly knocking him off his feet.  He laughed and spluttered as she licked his face.  “Ow, ow!  Quit it, that tongue of yours is rough!”

Terry started cooking the steaks, and Jen snagged one right from the pan before it was more than seared.  He liked his steaks rare, but not quite that rare...

He put a second steak on Jen’s plate once she’d finished the first, and by the time his steak was ready she’d finished that as well.

“No.  Bad kitty.  This is my steak.  There’s another in the package.”

That one didn’t even hit the pan.

At the park, Jen whined piteously when Terry put the lead on her.  He ignored her mewling, and walked her past a couple of very confused looking dog owners.  Once they were deeper into the park, he unclipped the lead.  She pounced him again, and laughed.  “Catch me if you can!”

She raced off into the dimness of the forest.  Terry did his best to follow.  Her colouration didn’t do much to hide her amongst the greens and browns of the forest, so he’d get a glimpse of her here or there.   She was much faster than Terry, at least in the short run.  Eventually she slowed down to catch her breath, and that’s when Terry found her.

“Had your fun?” he asked with a grin.

Her reply was to pounce at him, driving him to his back in a remarkably soft bed of moss.  “Not yet.”  Jen’s big fluffy forepaws fumbled at Terry’s belt.

“Here?  Really?”

“Herre!  Naaoow!”  Her wail of frustration was accompanied by her claws tearing Terry’s belt to shreds.  Terry quickly shucked out of the rest of his clothes to spare them the same fate.

Their coupling was loud, violent, and ultimately left both of them frustrated, chafed, and covered in bits of vegetation.  As they limped back toward the car, Terry apologized over and over again.

“Not yourr fault.  You’rre the wrrong shape, orr something.  And you cerrtainly trried harrd.”

Terry groaned.  “Oh, so hard.  But... yeah.  At it least it worked better than when you went down on me.”

“I said I was sorrrry!  I didn’t know my tongue was so rrrough!”

They drove back to Jen’s place in silence, and showered for a long, long time to get the forest out of their hair, especially Jen’s.  It took three towels to dry her off, and Terry spent over an hour brushing out her hair - not that he minded.

Jen stayed furry through much of Friday as well.  She made Terry take her out for more romps in the forest, and one walk in a neighbourhood park that ended when a rather nervous wildlife conservation officer approached them.  Fortunately, before he could take Jen away, her day was up, and she changed back into a fully dressed human right before their eyes.

Terry unclipped the leash from the neckline of her dress, and walked Jen home.  Once inside her door, she dragged him to the bedroom, and they didn’t emerge until Saturday morning.

The anticipation of the next week was even worse for Terry.  Even after changing back to human, Jen hadn’t complained about the way he’d changed her.  She’d liked having six nipples, despite the lack of breasts.  Or perhaps because of them - she had been happy not wearing a bra.  He had to agree that extra nipples were fun to play with.  Seeing her run around on all fours effectively naked had been... interesting.  He was amazed at how she’d taken to the leash.

Terry knew that she’d find a way to turn it back on him at some point, and the anticipation was driving him crazy.  Still, part-way through the week, Terry found a store that sold collars made for people to wear.  He bought one the one that most resembled the one Jen had been wearing as a leopard-girl, and had it gift-wrapped.

They were back to rapier fencing on Thursday, and between Jen’s hair and “Lipstick”, Terry had a hard time.  He didn’t do terribly well at the fencing, either.  Jen beat him in all three bouts.

“Ooh, does this mean I win you?”

Terry’s mouth worked for several seconds with nothing coming out.  “I...”

“Come on, it’s only fair.  Winner Venns the loser.”

“Only eight hours, though.  I want some time with you as a human before I spend a day as your lipstick.”

Jen grinned hugely.  “You’re going for it?  Awesome.”

As they got out of Jen’s car at the mall, Terry pulled small package out of his fencing bag.  Jen eyed the black wrapping paper curiously.  “What’s that?”

“A little gift for you.”

Jen squealed with excitement, and tore off the wrapper.  Inside a plain box was a heavy black leather collar.  “What?”

“It’s the closest I could find to the one you ended up with last week.”

“Oh!   Oh, wow.”  Jen bit her lip, and leaned back against her car for a few moments.

“Jen?”

“I’m... fine.  Flattered.  And I’ve changed my mind about what to turn you into.  C’mon, let’s go in.”

As they walked, Terry failed to contain his curiosity.  “So... what were you going to do?”

“You like my hair so much, I was going to make you my hairbrush.”

Terry caught his foot on the curb of the sidewalk, and nearly went sprawling.  Fencing reflexes saved him from ignominy, but Jen laughed all the same.  “With that reaction, we’ll have to try that another time.”

Terry blushed all the way to the Venn Machine.  As promised, Jen only set it for a third of a day.  Waiting in his side of the booth, Terry wondered what he’d be.  The hairbrush suggestion was still making his head spin, the idea of stroking through that golden cascade of hair...

Suddenly the booth got a lot smaller.  Terry blinked, and looked down at himself.  He was used to seeing a thin, wiry body there.  He’d tried working out, and it had helped his strength, but he’d never been able to bulk up like this.  Now he was huge, muscular, and remarkably hirsute.

“What did you do?” he asked, in a deep, guttural voice.

“I...  Oh, wow.  Say something else.”

“Something else.”  From his new vocal chords it sounded less like a question than a command.  “This turns you on.”

Jen nodded, biting her lip.  When the doors reappeared, she stepped out and looked at her handiwork.  She had to look way up to look into his face, Terry was a good two feet taller than her now.  “Oh.  My.  God.”

She ducked her head, which only served to give her a good view of the bulge in his pants.  She offered up the collar to him, then pulled her hair away from her neck.  The touch of his huge hands on the nape of her neck made her tremble.  She could feel the power in them, and yet they treated the collar so carefully, so delicately.  When the buckle closed, she melted into his arms.

Terry scooped Jen up like a little child, and carried her easily to the car.  It took some creative scrunching to fit in the driver’s seat, but he managed it.  Barely.

Jen let him carry her up to her apartment, squeeing giddily as he held her in one arm while opening the door with his other hand.  He kicked the door closed, wincing slightly at the crash and crack that it made when he did so.  He was much more careful with the bedroom door, and gently laid Jen onto the bed.

“Do you care about that dress?”  His voice resonated in Jen’s chest.  She couldn’t find her  voice, couldn’t speak to this virile exemplar she’d created.  She just shook her head.

He tore the dress in a single motion, from neck to hem, and tossed it aside.  His own clothes fared no better.

Terry’s new form had stamina to match, and drove Jen over the edge again and again and again.  Sometime after midnight, she finally, meekly, asked him to stop.  She was wrung out like a dishrag, and could take no more.

She soon slept, safe and oh so happy in Terry’s huge, muscular arms.

Some time in the early morning Terry changed back.  Jen wriggled a bit, cuddled up to his reduced body, smiled, and went back to sleep.

In the morning, Terry carefully untangled himself from Jen, and hit the washroom.  He was a mess, and needed to clean up.  Showered, shaved, and only clad in a towel, he returned to the bedroom to see what was left of his clothes.  To his surprise, his shirt and pants were fine.  He was wondering at the torn scraps of Jen’s dress when she woke.

“Hey lover,” Jen said with a smile.

Terry held the dress out to her.  “I’m, uh...”

“No.  Do not apologize for any of last night.  Not one second of it.”

Terry grinned, and nodded.  “As you wish.  Still, don’t you want to go shopping to replace it?”

“Hmm... No.  I want you, here.  We’ll go to the mall later to turn you into lipstick.”

Terry weighed his pants in his other hand.  They’d been torn to shreds last night, and yet here they were, without a stitch out of place.  “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Really?  Well, I’ll make sure it’s a night you never forget.”

Terry laughed.  “Last night’s going to be hard to top.”

“No kidding.  I’m going to be walking bowlegged for a week.  Or more.”

Neither had anywhere to go, so they spent an unhurried morning and afternoon together.  They talked about nothing important, and watched silly daytime TV, sitting cuddled next to each other.

“Ready?” asked Jen.

Terry nodded.  “Ready.”

The Venn Machine held no more fears for him.  Not after last night.  He studied Jen as she picked and chose among images.  The transformation came as a surprise, he hadn’t realized that she was reaching for the button instead of another image.  Like before, he couldn’t see.  This time, he couldn’t feel anything, either.  His outer case was hard, and unyielding.  There was warmth from Jen’s hand, then the impact of landing in her purse, then... nothing.  Nothing but waiting.

Then suddenly, the waiting was over, and he was sliding over Jen’s lips.  Well, he assumed they were Jen’s lips.  They were huge, and inviting, and after an uncounted time with nothing to feel, they were glorious.  The lipstick pulled away, leaving part of him on her lips, and the rest in the tube once more.  It was easy to forget that part, it wasn’t moving or being touched.

Jen smacked her lips a few times to make sure the lipstick covered them well, and grinned.  “So what do you think?  Does Terry look good on me?”

Her friends cooed, enthralled that he’d let Jen turn her into something so tiny, so utilitarian.  “What does he feel like?” one asked.

Jen leaned forward.  “Give me a kiss and find out.”

They all had fun ‘practicing kissing’, and Katie even asked to try him on as well.  Hot pink wasn’t really her colour, but the idea of wearing someone on her lips tickled her fancy.

There were questions about Jen’s collar, too.  She’d kept it on since Terry had put it on her, even in the shower.  While she didn’t mention that, she did tell them about what she’d done with Terry the night before...

Once she was back home again, Jen paced around the apartment.  She was tired, but couldn’t get comfortable in the bed by herself.  She wished she had Terry to hold her, but it was long past the hours the mall was open.  Jen sighed, put on a fresh coat of lipstick, and tucked Terry into her panties.  She giggled, he was so much smaller than last night she could barely even feel him.

In the morning, Jen put on yet another coat of lipstick.  She even put little daubs of Terry on her nipples, then washed him off in the shower.

Later in the morning, Katie called.  “Guess what I did last night while wearing your lipstick!”

Jen sighed.  “What did you do this time.”

“I met a cute guy at the bar, took him home, and...”

“Aw, Katie, don’t tell me you gave him a BJ while wearing my boyfriend on your lips.”

“Boyfriend?  I thought Terry was just one of your toys.”

“Ugh.  After that, I don’t know what he’ll be.”

“Maybe he didn’t notice?” Katie asked hopefully.

“Really?  I just hopes he knows it wasn’t me.”

When Terry changed back to normal, he found Jen sitting on the couch, with red, puffy eyes.  There was a crumpled pile of tissue next to her.

“Hey, hey.  What’s wrong?”

Jen blinked at him, then burst into fresh tears.  “It’s all gone wrong.  You must hate me.”

Terry sat beside her with a puzzled frown on his face.  “For doing what?  I agreed to be lipstick, and it was mostly fun.”

“Katie wore you too.  Then she went clubbing, and took a guy home, and...”  The waterworks started again.

“Oh.  Oh!  So that’s what that was.  I had no sense of taste, thank goodness.  Was that what you were worried about?  That I’d been turned off by it?”

Jen nodded.  “Well, and that you thought I’d done it.”

“Ah.  Yeah, I guess that would have bothered me a bit, if I couldn’t tell it wasn’t you.  Katie just got the one coat, but you practically wore me out putting me on every few minutes.  Getting worn away like that felt pretty weird.”

“Oh.”

Terry leaned in and kissed Jen hard on the lips.  Once he broke away, he grinned.  “The kissing part was the best.”

Jen managed a crazed giggle.  “And here I thought being put on my nipples would have been the best.”

“So that’s what that was,” Terry said wonderingly.  “It’s hard to tell what you’re smeared on, really.  Just that it’s immensely bigger than you, and you can do nothing but move where it goes.  It was awe-inspiring, really.  To be so effortlessly handled, and to almost be a part of you...”

“You really liked that?”

“Yeah.  I wish I... no, it’s silly.”

Jen laughed then, a real, honest laugh.  “After all we’ve done, what could be sillier?”

“You won’t think I’m a freak?”

“Not any more than I do already.”  Jen grinned to show she meant it kindly.

“It’s your hair.  If I was to be a part of you, I’d want to be your hair.”

Jen giggled.  “Oh, silly.  I knew that you loved it, but... hm.  If you were my leave-in conditioner, you’d get absorbed by my hair.”

“Oooh.  Aw, fooey, it’s Saturday.”

“Hm?”

“Time for Mr. Thursday and Friday to go home, so Mr. Saturday can have you,” Terry said, morosely.

“I...”  Jen’s hand stole up to her neck almost of its own accord.  She brushed her fingertips across the smooth leather of the collar.   “Stay.”

“What about Mr. Saturday?”

“I don’t care.”

Terry pulled her into his arms.  They sat like that until Terry’s stomach rumbled with hunger.

“I’ll make you some dinner.”

Terry looked at Jen in alarm, then laughed.  “Oh, for a moment I thought you meant with the Venn Machine.”

“No!  I...  Well.  Now that you mention it...  It probably would taste better than my cooking.”

“How about we just order in, instead?”

“Works for me.  For tonight, anyway.”  Jen leaned up and whispered in Terry’s ear.  “But come Thursday...”

Terry grinned at her ferally.  “You’re on.  I bet you’ll be tasty.”

“You wish.”

Terry slept over at Jen’s again that night.  There was no sex, but they woke up entangled all the same.  Jen pouted when he had to go, but for all the restaurant job wasn’t what Terry had gotten a degree for, it did sort of pay the bills.

It was Jen’s turn to be nervous and fluttery all week, waiting for Thursday to come round once again.  She called Terry one night, but he claimed that work had done him in, and he just wanted to sleep.

Thursday evening, Jen marched into the salle with her head high, still wearing the leather collar.  Several of the others commented on it, one going so far as to compliment her on how ‘daring’ she was.

They did more rapier work, but when it came time for her and Terry to spar, he handed her a saber.

“But I...”  Jen tried to protest, but she was silenced by a look from Terry.  That look made her melt inside.

As soon as her hand closed on the saber’s hilt, Jen knew her fate was sealed.  She’d put up a good fight, but it wouldn’t change the result.  She saluted Terry with her saber.  “Make me something tasty.”

“Of course.”