Unique Client - Bed TF
Tags: Inanimate, Permanent, Object TF, Caption, Shapechange, Objectification, Squishy, Furniture TF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!Unique Client - Bed TFThe hotel room smelled like cheap air freshener. Joshua sat on the edge of the existing bed,…
The hotel room smelled like cheap air freshener. Joshua sat on the edge of the existing bed, bouncing his knee nervously, checking his phone for the third time in as many minutes. He had finally done it. After years of fantasizing, years of browsing forums and saving images, he had actually booked an appointment with a specialist. A shapeshifter who catered to unusual requests. The knock at the door made his heart leap into his throat. She was stunning. A catgirl with sleek black hair, pointed ears tipped with white fur, and golden eyes that caught the light like coins. Her tail swished behind her as she walked in, all confidence and professional grace. Black leather jacket over a crop top, tight leggings, boots that clicked on the cheap carpet. "Joshua, right?" Her voice was smooth, but businesslike without showing any real emotions. "I'm Mira. Let's discuss what you're looking for." He swallowed hard. "You... you said you do special requests. Shapeshifting stuff." "That's my specialty." She sat in the room's single chair, crossing her legs. "Most clients want the usual. Bigger tits, bigger ass or extra tight pussy. One guy wanted me to grow a second pair of..." "A bed." Mira stopped mid-sentence. Her golden eyes blinked. "I'm sorry, what?" "I want you to turn into a bed." His face was burning. He could feel the heat radiating off his cheeks. "It's called forniphilia. Human furniture. I've wanted to try it for years and I finally found someone who could actually..." "A BED." She said it again, like she was testing the word. "Not a chair or a footstool. A full bed?" "Yes..." Silence stretched between them. Joshua wanted to die. He wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole. This was a mistake. He should have just kept his fantasies to himself and her. "That's a new one." A smile crept across Mira's face. Not mocking, but genuinely amused. "I've been doing this for three years and nobody has ever asked for furniture. Let alone a full bed." She uncrossed her legs and stood up. "Alright, weirdo. You're paying for unique, you get unique." She started stripping. The leather jacket came off first, revealing toned arms and the swell of her breasts beneath the thin crop top. She dropped it on the chair without ceremony, then reached for the hem of her top. Joshua's mouth went dry. She pulled it over her head in one smooth motion. No bra underneath. Her breasts bounced free, full and heavy and pink nipples already slightly stiff in the cool air. They were perfect. Round and firm with just the right amount of natural sag. 'Oh god! Oh god this is actually happening!' Her leggings came next. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and peeled them down her legs, revealing smooth, pale skin inch by inch. She kicked off her boots somewhere in the process, then her socks, until she stood in nothing but a tiny black thong. That came off last. She slid it down her thighs and stepped out of it, completely naked, her pussy perfectly smooth and pink between her legs. Her tail swished behind her, seemingly unbothered by the exposure. Joshua stared. "What?" She raised an eyebrow. "Never seen a beautiful woman before?" "I... no, I mean yes, I mean..." He was stammering like an idiot. His cock was already straining against his pants. "You're just... very..." "Save the compliments." But she was smiling. "Now get off that mattress. I need room to work." He scrambled to his feet. Mira walked to the center of the room and took a deep breath. "Fair warning," she said. "This is going to look weird and once I'm fully transformed, I won't be able to talk. If you want me to change back, you need to get completely off me. No contact. Got it?" Joshua nodded eagerly. "Alright then." She cracked her neck. "Here goes nothing." She bent backward into a bridge position, palms and feet flat on the floor, spine arched toward the ceiling. Her body began to change. The first thing Joshua noticed was the expansion. Her torso lengthened, widening, spreading outward like dough being stretched. Her skin took on a different texture, becoming softer, plushier, more like fabric than flesh. Her limbs thickened and straightened, becoming the four corners of a rectangular frame. What had been her hands and feet flattened into solid blocks, sturdy enough to support weight. Her fingers and toes merged together, absorbed into the bed frame of what was rapidly becoming furniture. 'She's actually doing it. She's actually turning into a bed.' Mira's torso continued to expand, her ribs spreading impossibly wide, her belly flattening into a broad sleeping surface. Her back became the underside, hidden from view, while her front became the top of the mattress. Her ass, that perfect round ass he had glimpsed moments ago, moved downward, becoming part of the bed's structure. He could still see its shape, two soft curves beneath the mattress surface, hidden but present. Her tail poked out from one side, still swishing occasionally, the only part of her that remaine
