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“Holy shit!”
Jenny’s eyes snapped open, and she flailed her arms and legs wildly, smacking the bed's other occupant in the face. There were few things that woke someone better than a wailing alarm coupled with tried-and-true profanity.
“Ow, crap!” Taylor shouted from beside her, and she looked to her boyfriend with wide eyes.
“What the hell is going on?” Jenny gasped, watching as Taylor slapped his alarm, hurriedly slipping on a shirt.
“I’m going to be late for class!” He looked up at her, his blonde hair messily hanging over his eyes. Jenny watched him tug a pair of shorts over both of his legs. She opened her mouth to warn him, but it was too late, and he fell in a tangled heap on the floor.
“Um. Why does that matter?” Jenny said with a small smile, trying to hide her amusement.
Taylor grunted, rolling onto his back to slip off his shorts. “This teacher has a thing about homework being turned in at the start of class, and unlike my quiz or test grades, my homework’s perfect! It’s all that’s keeping me from failing!”
“Oh.” Jenny blinked, suddenly glad she’d dropped out of university after two years. “Hey, is there any way I can help you?”
“No, there’s really not, unless you can turn into car or something.” Taylor slipped on his pants, spinning to a mirror to look at his hair. “Better wear a hat...” He muttered, walking to his closet. He froze halfway, spinning to look at Jenny funnily.
She tilted her head inquisitively. “What?”
Taylor spoke slowly, as though he was giving birth to a beautiful idea. “Hey, Jen... What do you know about Venn Machines?”
Taylor explained on the way down that Vemmura University was starting to be known as Vennmura University, ever since a Venn Machine had appeared outside one of their dorms. It had quickly become the thing on everyone’s mind, students ranging from bored to straight-up horny using the machine for whatever they could think of.
The dean had thought of cracking down on Venn usage, but student’s grades had soared, some students using the machine for practical experiments, other students using it for relaxation. In either case, stress had decreased across campus, as did vandalism and most crime.
Of course, Taylor had never used it—planning for his first time to be when Jenny came down for her usual summer visit. But last night he’d been too busy with her normal form to even think about changing her into something else.
Quickly, Taylor tossed a couple of quarters into the booth, watching the doors open as he entered the time for her change. Jenny walked into her booth, even as Taylor stepped into the side across from her. The doors slid closed behind her, and she blinked as the space between them lit up. So, there was some sort of transparent divider—interesting.
Taylor started tapping at it, and Jenny tilted her head, experimentally tapping the screen. IT flickered to life before her, an image of Taylor in the center of it.
“Oh wow, this is like something out of Iron Man.” She mumbled, experimenting with maximizing and minimizing the image.
“Yeah, it’s really cool like that.” Taylor grinned, his voice carrying clearly through to her as though there wasn’t a wall dividing them. “Um... Skateboard.” He muttered, smiling at his screen. He started to tap at the glass interface more often, and Jenny swallowed.
A skateboard... They’d agreed upon it in the stairwell. An animal would be too conspicuous for him to ride to class, even if she liked the idea of being his steed; and any other machine had a lot more parts, and couldn’t be brought inside with him. Jenny was a huge proponent of keeping it simple, and that was the simplest thing they could think about.
Still, Jenny couldn’t help but feel apprehensive about becoming an inanimate object—even if Taylor was going to be the one using her. “Um... How long am I going to be changed for?” Jenny rubbed one of her arms anxiously.
“I set it for eight hours, but that doesn’t really matter—I can change you back after my class. Hey, this way you won’t need to be bored while I’m away!”
“Yeah, I guess.” She laughed nervously, considering changing some things about Taylor... But he was running late enough as is, and didn’t need any more distractions.
“You ready?” He looked up at her, his hand hovering over the display. She looked down to hers, finding a green button about where his hand would be.
Jenny sighed. In truth, she really wasn’t sure about being Venned, despite what her friends had told her. But Taylor really needed her right now, and she’d never heard any horror stories about using the booths... at least nothing that wasn’t intentionally horrifying.
“Okay, do it.” She closed her eyes, waiting for him to press the button. No turning back now...
An instant later, she clattered to the ground, unmoving and in several places at once. Suddenly she was very glad that she’d asked to be made into a skateboard—it had less parts than a bicycle, and even then Jenny found her mind on the verge of being overwhelmed. On the bright side, her clothes had been made into the screws, but on the other hand, that left her as the board, wheels, and trucks.
She didn’t know why it was so odd—after all, the human body was far more complex than her current form. Maybe that was it—the alien simplicity of being nothing more than wood, metal, and rubber was getting to her head—to her metaphorical head. She’d need to watch using expressions like that, even if nobody else could hear her.
Warm hands picked her up, feeling her up and down. Jenny balked at the intrusion, but realized that it was Taylor, making sure that she was okay. He was probably asking her something, but she couldn’t hear or see—all she could do was feel, and for some odd reason, the only thing she felt was pleasure. Taylor traced a heart along the back of her board, and she practically melted with bliss. Was he responsible for that, or was is a natural part of being inanimate? She’d need to ask him later.
His inspection complete, Taylor gingerly placed her on the ground, placing one of his feet on her back. Jenny never had a full body-massage, but she imagined this must be what it must be like, her boyfriend’s weight pushing against the flat surface of her body. She didn’t think she could feel any better, until he kicked off. The air whipped along her sleek form, Taylor expertly balanced atop her as he sped to class.
Feeling the ground beneath her wheels, her wheels spinning along her trucks, the slight bits of dirt that were kicked up by her speed—it was incredible! Jenny let herself bathe in the feelings of motion, a little sad that her time Venned would be up after this. She’d need to think of a way to convince Taylor to let her have another round as something else—later. For now, speed was her only priority.
For Taylor, all he was focused on was getting to class before the first bell. Mrs. Griffin had said at the start of the year that homework wouldn’t be accepted after the first call. While she seemed pleasant enough, he didn’t want to put that to the test. Luckily, his Jenny-board was just as good as the skateboard he had back home, and just like riding a bicycle, he was able to get back up to his old top speed in no time.
Less than ten minutes later, Taylor arrived at the building, kicking Jenny into the air reflexively. He hurriedly caught her, anticipating that she wouldn’t have been too okay with that. Or maybe she would be, he’d heard sensations when you were Venned were often the exact opposite of what you’d expect. He grinned, waking into the room and waving at Mrs. Griffin. A quick glance at the clock confirmed that he was on time—early, even. He might need to think about bringing his board up. Even if there weren’t any skateparks around.
For now, though... He turned in his homework confidently, finding a seat in the back corner of the room soon after. He propped Jenny up against the chalkboard beside him, spending the rest of the time before class absently stroking the skateboard, playing with its tires and tickling its underside. Mrs Griffin rolled her eyes, muttering something about ‘kids and their new toys’; then she began writing on the board.
“Okay class, I’ll repeat this at the end of the lecture, and I know you’re not going to like it, but next week’s homework will be due tomorrow, and we’ll be having a short quiz.”
Taylor looked up sharply at that, Jenny clattering noisily to the ground beside him. It seemed that the rest of the class shared in his sentiment, because there was a mild uproar across the room. Of course, Mrs. Griffin was tenured, so there was basically nothing anyone could do about it.
“Now now, I know this might seem like much, but I assure you, if you’ve been keeping up with the material, you’ll be fine. People didn’t do so well on the last quiz, so I want to make sure you’ve got this down.”
Taylor groaned aloud, wondering how he’d break this news to Jenny. Assuming she didn’t hear, which he figured was a pretty safe bet. The rest of the class went by in a blur, and Taylor found himself skating back to the Venn machine glumly. Still, he wanted to make sure Jenny had the full skateboard treatment, so he took his time on the way back, doing a few tricks to clear his mind.
The machine was empty again when he got to it—Monday mornings never really were popular with the Venn crowd. Taylor just about had a perfect plan of attack for this discussion, and he placed Jenny in the booth, letting the doors close.
When they opened again, he found himself shocked to silence by how exhilarated she seemed, her hair wild and her eyes desirous. “Okay, Venn me again! Make me another object!” She breathed, patting herself down quickly to make sure her bits were all in the right places. “You’ve no idea how amazing it is being inanimate!”
“Um.” Taylor’s eloquent discussion for why he needed some study time tonight quickly went out the window, shock and arousal replacing most of his coherent thoughts.
“‘Um?’” Jenny repeated him, arching an eyebrow. She noticed his slight frown and paused. “Honey, what’s wrong? Is it me? Did the machine not put everything back where it should be?” She looked herself up and down again, and Taylor laughed.
“No, it’s not that. It’s just that Mrs. Griffin wanted the class to do some extra work tonight, and I needed some alone time.” He said, his frown vanishing as Jenny drew closer to him, running her hands along his chest.
“Alone time as in... ‘Jenny can be something useful for you while you study’ time?” Jenny bit her lip.
“Bit of a mouthful.” Taylor quipped.
Jenny kissed him, smiling as she spoke again. “It’s a work in progress. Come on, open up the booth, let’s see what I can do to help you.”
Taylor chuckled, shaking his head as he set the machine for another eight hours, tossing a couple of quarters in. Lucky thing he always kept his change. Heh, change. He tapped the center of the circle, watching as the doors slid soundlessly open again.
He stepped in, grinning as the full interface flickered to life. “You there, Jen?”
“You know it.” Came her reply through the speaker. “Okay, do you have the textbook for this class?”
Taylor nodded. “Yep, I’ve got it in .pdf.”
“Well, crap.” Jenny paused, then snapped her fingers, the sound coming clear and crisp through the machine. “How about a solutions manual?”
“Of course! What would I do without you?” Taylor replied, his hands already tapping at the glowing panel before him. “Um... Blanchard, Differential Eqaations Solutions Manual? It has a green cover, an picture of...” The book appeared before his eyes, the image a perfect copy of what Mrs. Griffin always brought to class. “Yes!” He punched the air like he’d just scored a goal in football.
“Got it?” Jenny’s voice could barely contain her excitement. “Ooh, don’t tell me this time, just change me at random, whenever—”
Talyor hit the green button, Jenny let out a small squeak from the other end of the booth, and just like that the doors opened. Taylor quickly jogged out from his side of the booth, finding the book lying on the ground where Jenny had been. This was awesome! Why didn’t everyone do this, it would save a killing on textbooks!
He grabbed the solutions manual, flipping it open to a random page. But instead of equations, a wall of text greeted his eyes, complete with what looked to be an illustration on the other side of a dragon. Moreover, the language wasn’t even English—it looked to be something like...Russian?
Well, that was unfortunate. Taylor sighed, pausing to flip through the pages of the book a little and give Jenny his money’s worth. Then, he tossed another few coins into the machine, leaning down to gingerly place the book back in the Venn Machine. He took a step back, watching her door close, and a loud gasp came from the panel on the opposite door. He walked back into his side, waving at Jenny’s again-human form.
“What happened?” She sounded concerned, and Taylor laughed to allay her fears.
“Life’s not that easy for us, it seems. Looks like I’ll do this assignment the traditional way.” He said, reaching for the red button to open the machine again.
“Hold up!” Jenny interrupted him.
“Something wrong?” Taylor arched an eyebrow.
“You don’t think I had a backup plan?”
Jenny would have groaned in ecstasy were she in possession of a mouth. As it stood, she could only quake internally with bliss as Taylor wrote out another compound integral on her, his warm left hand holding her against the table even as the pencil in his right continued to scratch at her.
She could feel the slight indentations the pressure of his writing was making in her body, the recesses of each of the marks filled by a small sample of lead. Taylor had made the decision to write with one of his 4B artist’s pencils, just to be kind to his girlfriend. Jenny wouldn’t have minded it had he been a little rougher, but she knew that he always was a sweetheart.
A sweetheart who had fantastic handwriting, she might add. With touch her only sense to call upon, Jenny found herself able to vividly picture his every stroke. Just like when she was a skateboard, she found herself swimming in a sea of content. In her mind, she still pictured herself as a girl, even though her new form was a flat college-ruled sheet, and she could feel Taylor’s eraser rub against what she took to be her belly, peeling some of the lead off of her with each pass.
Jenny never shared her slight masochistic streak with Taylor, but she loved the feeling of helplessness that came with being an inanimate object, the trust that Taylor would take care of her. Even if she’d made him agree to treat her just like any other piece of paper, even stapling her.
He’d insisted that he didn’t need to do that—something about how the assignment was turned in online, and all he needed to do was scan her. But she wanted to be an object for the next day, letting him study without distractions. And to be honest, she was a little curious as to how it would feel, a pair of metal tongs piercing her, hugging her tightly to another two sheets just like her—perhaps more. While Taylor had promised her she’d be the second sheet he wrote on, he assured her it was at least a six-page assignment.
Sure enough, he had already started on her back, working her over with his pencil, small bits of graphite working their way across the center of Jenny’s back. She relaxed, feeling his nib dart across the rest of her sheet; then his hands scooped her up. Jenny felt herself drift atop another sheet, and she realized that Taylor must have finished writing on her. Given the length that he worked on her, it would be some time before he was done, and Jenny would be left ignored, a piece of paper on a growing stack. She loved it.
A few hours later, and she felt herself, as well as the sheath of papers that blanketed her form, get picked up. Taylor tapped her against his desk, straightening her out along with the other sheets—then he stopped, still holding her. Jenny waited with baited breath as a gentle pressure set itself upon her top corner, then a blinding pinch coursed through her form, stars exploding across the blackness that was her world for just a moment.
It was a little unpleasant, much like getting her ears pierced, but the pressure that followed it was completely different. It was like a comforting bandage, the other pages hugging tightly against her. Of course, the rest of her body wasn’t being tightly squeezed, but she could deal with that.
Taylor picked her up, moving her over to somewhere else. She felt him place the stack of papers onto... something, then after a few moments, he picked her up again, folding over the first sheet and placing her back onto the surface. It was oddly cool and smooth, and Jenny reasoned that it had to be glass. So, he was scanning her then. It was a little ridiculous, but a small part of her quailed at the thought of her entire form get examined, recorded permanently.
Then, Taylor folded Jenny’s entire body over, continuing to scan the rest of the assignment. With that done, he tucked her into the pages of his book, closing it around her form, sandwiching her flat between its thick volume. Jenny could have groaned with bliss, the feeling like being tucked into a comfy hotel bed and just left there for... She had no idea how long, the feeling of being tucked within its pages too comforting.
What could have been hours later, her world was filled with light, and Jenny shook her head to look at the inside of a Venn Machine.
“You okay?” Taylor’s voice came from the other end.
“Absolutely, I am. And you know what, after that work, I think you could use a nice drink. Maybe something like a Greyhound on the rocks?” Jenny purred into the receiver, a smile on her face.
“Hold on, you addict, I have an exam tomorrow, and I need to...” Taylor trailed off as Jenny whined loudly. She knew he couldn’t resist her puppy-dog eyes, but the effect was lessened since it was probably obscured by something on the display
For a moment, Jenny worried if she’d gone too far—Taylor was silent on the other end, probably considering changing her into something like a potted plant. Then, her world went dark, a stein full of liquid sitting where she’d been a minute before.
Taylor stepped outside of the booth, going to Jenny’s side to see her form. He could have made her into a smaller cup, but Jenny always liked living things big. Plus, she’d probably enjoy being drunk for as long as possible, just as he’d enjoy being drunk for as long as possible.
Sure, he had a test the next day, but it was math, and since when did studying ever help on a math exam? Taylor chuckled, holding the cup gingerly in his hand.
Though on reflection, maybe it was a little big... Eh, if he knew Jenny, she’d enjoy being drunk almost as much as Taylor would enjoy getting drunk off of her. That was a funny thought. Getting drunk off your girlfriend... He chuckled, taking a large swig of his grapefruit-and-vodka lover. He followed it with another two for good measure. Yes, tonight was going to be...
Jenny blinked, sitting upright in bed next to Taylor. She patted herself down, finding herself in one piece. One, very, very naked piece. As to where her clothes had gone... She leaned over her snoring boyfriend, finding them in a soaking wet pile on the floor. Looks like Taylor had decided to refill her ‘glass’ after he finished drinking her. Lovely. At least she’d had the sense to expect this, leaving her phone in her bag...
She sighed, settling back into bed against Taylor. He mumbled, hugging her gently in his sleep. She giggled as he started to snore, reflecting on the feeling of being drunk. Being alcohol was nothing like what she’d expected—in addition to the feeling of running down his throat, she also had the strange sensation of being absorbed into his body—contributing to his drunkenness.
Though she couldn’t see anything he did, she could certainly feel it, by how erratic his drinking had gotten, how she’d swish around in his stomach after he took a few wobbling steps. In a way, she could almost feel herself get absorbed into his blood, being processed into... something else. It was all one crazy ride, even as her form was split time and time again between his sips.
Jenny wasn’t sure if it was a relief once he’d finished the last of her. On the one hand, she was back in one place, but on the other, it meant that she wouldn’t have the sensation of trickling into his stomach, being one with him in a way she had never dreamed of. Speaking of dreams... Jenny curled back against Taylor, drifting off to sleep.
“Oh lord, I’m sorry! Y’all should close your door!”
Jenny practically jumped out of bed as a loud voice woke her up. Taylor stirred beside her as she whirled to the sound, seeing an African-American housekeeper grinning knowingly at the nude girl.
“N-no, it’s not what you think—I was Venned, and—”
The cleaning woman nodded with understanding. “Hey, I gotcha. We’ve got that machine right outside this building, and I’ve seen some far stranger sights than this. Y’all need me for anything?”
“Mm, wha?” Taylor groaned, shaking his head in surprise. “Hey, no hangover...” He mumbled, a groggy smile on his face.
Jenny smacked his arm, jerking her head towards their company.
“Oh my god, hi—Linda?” He squinted at the woman’s nametag. “Sorry, I got a little drunk last night, and so was Jenny here. Don’t worry about us, we’re fine.”
Jenny frowned at him. “No we’re not fine! You have that quiz in—” She looked to the clock. “One hour!”
“Huh? Oh. Oh!” Taylor’s eyes snapped wide open, adrenaline waking him. “Oh my God! What do we do? I guess I can always afford to fail this, right? Quizzes don’t mean that much anyways, and—”
Jenny shushed him, putting her finger on his lips. “Judging from what you were writing on me last night, you’re just doing basic multivariable systems of nonlinear differential equations, right?”
“I wouldn’t call it basic, but yeah...” Taylor mumbled.
“Lucky for you, that happens to be one of the things I took when I went to college.” Jenny smiled at him, then looked up at the housekeeper.
“Oh, don’t mind me, sugar. These little post-Venn situations are like watching cable for me.” Linda smiled, leaning back against their doorframe.
“Well, how would you like to be part of one of these ‘Venn situations’?” Jenny smiled at the woman, and she smiled back conspiratorially.
“Dear, I’ve been waiting for the day one of you kids would ask that.”
A few minutes later and they were in the booth, Linda on one side; Jenny and Taylor on the other.
“Um. Why do I have to be in here?” Taylor frowned. “Couldn’t you just change into me?”
“I could, but you owe me for soaking my clothes.” Jenny replied, pinching his cheek.
“Oh, I was drunk! On you!” Taylor said exasperation sinking deep into his every syllable.
“Ohhh nonono. You’re not getting off that easily.” Jenny smiled, leaning down to the booth’s speaker. “Sorry about this, Linda...”
“Like watching to a soap opera.” Came Linda’s reply, a faint chuckle accompanying it.
“How about you merge us? Leave his clothing as is, but try and put my mind in control of his body. You think the machine’s up to that?” Jenny grinned at Taylor’s stunned expression.
Linda’s musical voice flowed through the speakers. “Worth a shot, sugar! Now, for my end of the bargain... I’m thinking it could be nice to have a few extra arms to help with the cleaning. Just two, nothing much. Want to be sure I can control them, after all.” As she spoke, a bubble popped up, several variations of ‘two extra arms’ appearing on the display.
“Um, have you had any practice being Venned?” Taylor asked, trying to keep the tension form his voice.
“Not much, but you’d be surprised at what you hear when people don’t pay much attention to you. Loads of gossip started circulating ‘round when this booth appeared, so I picked up some tricks along the way.”
Jenny busied herself with coming up with a suitable form for Linda as the housekeeper spoke, working out a way to put a pair of arms below her first, yet also give them a good range of motion. She played around with the touch interface, working out that if she slid the older woman’s shoulders back a little, the new set could have some upper motion as well.
“Y’all ready over there?” Linda asked.
“Does this answer your question?” Jenny grinned as she hit the green button, watching the woman across from her suddenly gain an extra pair of arms.
Linda grinned, flexing them appreciatively. “Oh, I think I could get used to this—girl, did you give me a little bit more muscle?” She blinked, slapping her right biceps with her left hands.
“Yep!” Jenny nodded as she spoke. “I figured it might make work a little bit easier for you. On top of the extra arms, I mean. Also, shouldn’t you get to changing us?”
“Oh, right!” Linda hurriedly tapped the button on her end.
Suddenly Jenny was inanimate again, unable to move anything. That couldn’t have been right—she could still hear and see, too!
“Um, I don’t feel any different.” Taylor said through Jenny’s mouth, and she yelped as she realized she was inside of his body.
He jumped, spinning around. “Jenny? What the hell?”
‘Wait, you can hear me? I guess it worked, but... Ugh, I don’t want to have to explain an exam to you...’ Jenny sighed, settling into how good being in Taylor’s body felt. It was funny how different it was from being in him as a drink—instead of feeling parts of him as an outsider, it was completely natural now.
Linda frowned at them from the other side, the doors opening at both ends of the booth. “I think I’ve heard of this before. You’ll want to let your mind drift away, focusing on her taking control.”
Jenny felt her eyes close for a minute. Then another passed. And another. She huffed, crossing her arms.
‘Um. You need to open your—our eyes.’ Taylor mumbled from inside her head.
“Oh. Oh!” Jenny did so, looking herself up and down. “Hey, it did work!”
‘Cool. Time to get going?’ Taylor asked.
“Nope!” Jenny said, noting Linda’s small smile at the sight of the boy in front of her having a one-sided conversation.
“We have a good thirty minutes before this exam of yours, and I’ve been dying to try out ‘procrasturbation’.” Jenny grinned from ear to ear, feeling Taylor sigh in agreement, her arousal carrying clear through to his mind.
“Hey, too much information!” Linda exclaimed, crossing one pair of arms while the other mimed covering her ears.
“You had to know we’d be doing this.” Jenny giggled slightly at the sound of Taylor’s voice coming from her throat.
Linda frowned, putting her lower hands on her hips and crossing her top pair this time. “Just because I know it’d going to happen doesn’t mean I like hearing it. What if every time your parents went on vacation, you heard them loudly discuss all of the wild, unprotected—”
“Fair enough we get it, ahh!” Jenny and Taylor shouted in unison, covering their ears even as Linda burst out into laughter.
“Aw, I’m just playing fun. Either way, I’ve got a job, and you’ve got a quiz. Meet back here in two hours so I can get you sorted?” Linda winked at them, and Jenny nodded eagerly, heading back to the building to have some ‘fun’.
In the end, the two of them made it ten minutes late to the exam; yet they finished nearly twenty minutes ahead of the class. Jenny really did have a knack for compound integrals and systems of equations—though she was a little bit sharp whenever Taylor tried to give her advice. To be fair to her, most of what he said was wrong, but she could have been gentler about mentally chiding him.
On the bright side, she did pay for the ice cream, even if her motivations were a little suspicious. Once she’d realized she could eat as much as she wanted and Taylor’s body would be the one taking the calories, she upped the dose form a single scoop to a quadruple.
“I’m really sorry about that.” She repeated, once Linda had changed the two back. The elderly housekeeper had laughed at how the first words out of Jenny’s mouth were apologies to Taylor.
“Don’t worry about it, sugar.” She had said. “It’s the testosterone, most first-timers aren’t used to that.” After checking that they didn’t need anything else, Linda had left the two to further Venning, chuckling about the imagination that the two youths had.
She didn’t know the half of it—Taylor had immediately come up with an idea that was just as unsettling to Jenny as it was alluring.
“So, go over that again?” She said from the other side of the booth, unsure as to whether or not her consent to this change was a good idea.
“All right. It’s kind of like you’ll be a pillow, except you’ll still have your body... mostly. From the neck up, you’ll be animate, with no need to breathe or eat—and your mouth will work just fine for... activities.” Taylor’s slight hesitation left no doubt in Jenny’s mind what ‘activities’ he was thinking about.
Of course she was okay with that: being helpless to his advances, letting him be as rough with her as she pleased. But on the other hand, her retaining her appearance was a little... taboo. Then again... She felt herself getting a little bit wet just thinking about how Taylor would treat her practically defenseless form... She couldn’t help but continue to flip-flop from opinion to opinion, this change was just that alien to her.
“Ready?” Taylor asked from the other side, interrupting her internal debate.
“... Yes.” Jenny settled on agreement, closing her eyes as she braced herself. A second later and she thudded to the ground, her arms and legs gone. “Well, that’s a thing.” She muttered. Her tongue felt off, and she tried sticking it out, her eyes widening as it lolled out to nearly twice its length.
“Oh, and you have a variable length tongue.” Taylor grinned form the door of the booth.
“Thath great.” Jenny slurred, her eyes crossing slightly as she willed her tongue back to its normal size. She noticed that the inside of her mouth felt... rubbery, almost. More than that, her saliva felt thicker, slimier than normal. “Am... Am I a sex toy?” She looked up at Taylor with an impish grin.
“Maybe.” He smiled at her teasingly, picking her up and hugging her tightly.
Jenny let out a gasp of air as she felt herself compress unnaturally against Taylor’s chest. Well, she supposed it was natural for a pillow, but with her retaining a human shape it was an odd combination of both the familiar and the alien she’d come to expect from being Venned.
“Well, let’s put me to the test.” She smiled up at Taylor with a devilish look on her face.
Jenny heard giggling behind them, and looked over Taylor’s shoulder to find a small group of Asian girls staring at them—at her specifically. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she was unable to move away.
“Um. Don’t freak out.” She muttered, blushing as madly as her new form could.
Taylor turned, an embarrassed smile on his face. “So how can I help you ladies?” He grinned a little uneasily, trying to mask his own embarrassment with a mask of bravado.
“Cute idea. Mind if we borrow it?” One of them said, tilting her head to look at Jenny a little closer.
Jenny tried to wriggle deeper into Taylor’s arms, and he chuckled, petting her head. “Yeah, sure thing. I don’t know if the machine would let you just copy my next choice, but it shouldn’t take too much work to do.” He held out Jenny for them to see, and they ‘oohed’ and ‘aahed’ faintly.
Jenny turned her head, glaring daggers at Taylor. “Hey, honey?” She put a fair amount of anger into her tone, doing her best to pretend she wasn’t being ogled at by complete strangers.
“Mhmm?” He smiled teasingly.
“Remember I’ll be across from you next time we Venn.” Jenny hissed, already coming up with the strangest changes she could imagine. Dick fingers was a good start, and she could probably make each one edible. With jelly filling... Her smile grew as Taylor’s fell.
“Well...” He cradled her in his arms, teasing the stitching over where her sex had been. “How about if I make up for this tonight?”
Jenny did her best not to moan, but she found herself biting her lip, drooling uncontrollable with arousal. This damn body... She swallowed hard, looking up at her boyfriend sharply. “Depends on how good you are.”
“Oh, I’ll be a saint.” He continued to tease her, looking back to the Asian girls. “Sorry ladies, but duty calls.” Taylor hefted Jenny over his shoulder, and she squeaked, a string of lubricant trailing form her mouth onto his back.
“You’ll pay for that.” She muttered, with a smile to show her bark held no bite.
“Gladly.” He replied, and Jenny found herself wondering what else this week would have in store for her. She definitely had plans of her own... He spanked her rear and she squeaked, pleasure coursing through her body at his touch. Then again, they could wait.