This story contains breast and ass expansion, a waterbed transformation and lactation.

This house is a little fixer upper. You need to have someone become the bed to finish contract when buying.

Home Improvement.

            “So what do you think?  Is it the home of your dreams?”  Bess clasped her hands together as her green eyes sparkled.

            “I don’t know.”  Celia scratched at her chin as she looked at her partner, Martha.  “We haven’t seen the bedroom yet.”

            Bess tugged at the collar of her suit.  “Oh, the bedroom.  It is just as wonderful as the rest of the house.  I believe we are ready to make a decision, don’t you?”

            Martha crossed her arms.  “Why do I get the feeling you are hiding something in the bedroom?  Like mold or broken floorboards.”  She hurried towards the stairs.  “Come on, Celia.  We need to see this for ourselves.”

            “No, wait.”  Bess rushed after them.  “I promise it’s nothing.  Please don’t you two want to see the lovely garden again?  Or maybe the kitchen.  Yes, let’s go to the kitchen. You just loved the marble counter.”

            “Oh my god!”  The young couple stood in the middle of the room dumbfounded.  “There is no bed in here!”

            Martha snorted.  “There is little to no furniture in here at all.”

            Bess took a deep breath.  “Look, I can explain.  We were getting ready to furnish this part of the house when my boss decided to breathe down my neck and put this place up for sale before we could put the finishing touches here.

            Celia turned around and put her hands on her hips.  “We can’t have a bedroom with no bed,” she said.

            Bess took a deep breath. “Look, if you really, really want this room finished quickly, there is something we can do, but it’s. . . experimental.”  She closed the door. We can have a wonderful bed and the missing lamp here right now, but it’s. . . unconventional.”

            “What do you mean?”  Martha tapped her foot on the floor.  “Are you saying you are going to smuggle it?”

            “No, no.  Look, we have been trying out some experimental candy things that. . . ummm. . .”  Bess rubbed the bridge of her nose.  “I am going to be blunt.  It turns people into furniture.  I don’t know why my company has been doing this, but you could fill up this room every night, so it would make the room complete and wonderful.”

            “What?”  Celia blinked her eyes in surprise.  “You can’t be serious.”

            Martha giggled, her face turning bright red.  “Yeah.  Whoever would want to turn her wife into a big, sexy bed?”

            “What?”  Celia giggled.  “You. . . want to?”

            Bess pulled the strange-looking bed-shaped candy out of her pocket. “Now look, if you want to test this, I have samples. They will only last an hour, but it should help you decide.”  She set the other lamp-shaped candy on the dresser. “It’s your choice. I know that this is very, very weird.”

            Martha pushed Bess towards the door.  “Yes, yes, now please let us think about this.”

            “Hey!”

            “We have a lot of pondering to do.”  She slammed her shoe against Bess’s ass.  “Get out, please!”  After slamming the door shut, she turned towards her wife with a hungry look on her face.  “Well?  We are alone, and I never thought I would say this, but I can have so much fun watching you slowly transform.”

            Ceila slowly giggled.  “I never would have thought you were into this.”

            “Of course.”  She grabbed the bed-shaped candy.  “Seeing my lovely lady slowly balloon until I can lay on her.  Oh, I wonder what parts of you will turn into what.  What your boobs will become.  So, what do you say?  Are you going to open up and find out?”

            “Well.  . .”  She took the strange candy from Martha and tossed it into her mouth, quickly swallowing it.  “There.  How was that?”  She put her hands on her hips.  “What do you think of your lovely curvy bed now?”

            “Well. . .”  Martha circled her wife.  “I think you could get far more curvy.  You will get there.”  She squeezed Ceila.  “But I do love you all the same.”  As her hands pressed tightly against Ceila’s squishy, sumptuous ass, Ceila’s rear end began to throb and tighten.  “Ohhh my.”

            “Fuck. . .”  Ceila panted as she held her hand over her chest.  “It really goes right through you.  Ohhh my.”  Her tender breasts throbbed, slamming against her shirt.  “Ohhhh god!”  She fell into Martha’s arms as her body seemed to pulse, her slender legs slowly shrinking.  “I. . . my babies. . . they. . . ohhhhhhhhhhh!”  Her sumptuous breasts swelled again, knocking Martha to the ground as they ripped through her shirt.  “Ohhhh god!”  Ceila fell onto her back, her voluptuous ass sliding across the floor as it rose toward the ceiling.  “Ohhh fuck, this feels sooo damn weird and good.”

            Martha giggled.  “Is that milk dripping out of your wonderful breasts?”

            “I. . . I. . .”  Ceila licked her lips.  “I just feel sooo fucking full all of a sudden.”  Her luscious belly bounced about as it stretched and widened.  “I can’t explain it.  Fuckkkkkkk!”  More hot, steamy milk shot out of her nipples as her shoulders creaked, her body looking more like a strange, fleshy rectangle with giant, milky breasts and a squishy pulsing ass.

            “Why are you squirting out sooo much fucking milk?”

            “Because I am just producing soooo much!”  Her luscious belly bounced about as if she were a water bed.  “Ohhh fuck.”  Ceila stuck her tongue out as her stomach became more rubbery and bright blue.  “I. . . ohhhh god!”  Her pussy throbbed as her tender, voluptuous ass was raised into the air by her thickening hips.  “Martha I. . . ohhhhhhh!”

            Martha only rubbed her wife’s tender, curvy rear end.  “Let it out, my dear.  Become the sexy waterbed you were meant to be.”  She giggled.  “Your ass will make a lovely end to your bed.  Make it ever so hard for people to climb onto you and impossible to fall off.”  She licked her lips as she watched her wife shrink and harden into her massive curvy ass, which was now supporting the bottom of her frame.  Her arms stretched out to hold the sides of her new, milky body while her shoulders hardened into the top of her supporting frame.  “Well, looks like there is a lot of room for you to fill up.”  Martha squeezed Ceila’s still sensitive sumptuous ass.  “Come on.  I want to see you be the wonderful bed you were always meant to be!”

            “Ughhh. . . ohhhhh!”  She moaned her tender, sumptuous breasts bouncing about on her chest.  “I. . . I. . .”

            Martha climbed onto her wife’s body, the juices inside of her jiggling about.  “You what?”

            “I. . . will. . . . growwwwwww!”  Her tender breasts swelled again before softening into tender pillows, each big enough for Martha to rub her head against.  Celia’s nipples shot up, a last burning shot of milk hitting her wife in the face before they became the wonderful heart-shaped tips of pillows.

            “Hmm.  I wonder if you can feel this.”  Martha picked up the right pillow.

            “Ohhhhhhh.”  Martha jumped off her wife’s vibrating chest and made her way over to the door.  “Stop it. . . I. . . can’t. . . take it.”

            Martha rubbed what was once a hard, erect nipple tenderly.  “Oh, so you can feel this.  Oh my.”  She rubbed it under her shirt.

            “Fuckkkkkkkkkkk!”  The waterbed throbbed.  “Stop it!”

            Martha slowly walked back over and giggled.  “You still have a little bit to go.”  She rubbed her wife’s pulsing hot pussy.  “Hmm, I wonder how long until this changes.”  She stuck her finger inside and rubbed it around and around and around.  “Or maybe you would be better keeping it this way.  I mean, you are producing an awful amount of milk inside of you.”  She raised her finger to her lips and licked it.  “Mhmmmmm.  There has to be some way to. . .”  She pressed down hard, causing hot, steamy liquid to pour out of her wife’s throbbing, wet love hole.  “To escape.”

            “Ohhhhh. . .”  Ceila panted.  “I. . . but I don’t know how much longer I can. . . keep this up.  To avoid. . . my. . . my. . .”  More and more rubbery fabric closed in around her love hole.  “Ohhh, but it feels soo damn good.  I. . . ohhhhhhhh!”  A cork suddenly swelled out of her pussy, causing Ceila to cry out.  “OHHHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEESSSSSSSSS!”

            “Well, well.”  Martha smiled.  “It seems my bed only has one thing left to do.”  She pointed at Ceila’s head.  “I need a lovely-looking headboard.”  She climbed up towards the front of Ceila’s body and grasped her wife’s head with her hands.  “Come on.  I know you have it in you!”

            “Ohhh. . .”  Ceila’s head stretched, pressing against the wall as it slowly hardened into oak.  With a smile on her face, she melded into the perfect-looking headboard against which Martha immediately rested her back.

            “Ohhh sooo comfy.  Now, I know I said I was going to transform with you, but you are just soooo perfect like this.  I think it’s so much better sleeping on you myself.  But first things first.”  She jumped off her wife and rushed to the door.  “Miss Bess.”

            “Huh?  Did you decide?”

            “Yes.  This house is perfect.  We will take it!”