Here's Dave7227's short story, who was the second place winner of my raffle and requested a fun inanimate transformation short story! Contains: Inanimate Transformation, Identity Death, and Ass Expansion
It was another boring day of office work for Steve, stuck inside his cubicle filling out various reports and emailing documents to his higher-ups. It wasn't all terrible though, in fact, Steve was pretty good at his job despite being the second newest part of the team. Within the first few months he had already got promoted to the teams sales representative and had earned a large bonus for being the departments biggest earner that quarter.
Another great perk he had was being able to train the newbies in their team, which he usually didn't like, but this time was different. The newest addition to the team was a young woman who went by the name Sandy and, although Sandy was a bit slow to pick things up and was overall pretty awkward, she had one redeeming quality- her huge ass. With Steve having the sole responsibility of training her he had gotten to spend a lot of time admiring her rear, watching her hips sway her tight office skirt back and forth.
"Okay! It looks like you've got the hang of filling out an inventory sheet. Do you think you're ready to move onto sales and request forms?" Steve leaned over Sandy's chair, his face just a few inches away from hers as he walked her through the inventory sheet.
"I think I'm ready and, again, thank you so much for your assistance Mr. Neal. They don't exactly teach you all of this in uni." Sandy flashed Steve a nervous smile as she thanked him.
"Don't mention it! This stuff can be rather tricky and you've caught on pretty quickly!" He reassured her as he fished around the computer for the sales and request form. "And please, call me Steve."
"No problem, Mr. Ne- Steve!"
"There it is!" Steve opened the sales & request form document as he turned to Sandy. "So depending on what kind of-"
"There's the man I've been looking for!" Both Steve and Sarah turned their heads to the low gruff voice behind them where they were greeted by their boss, Grant Martinez.
"You've been looking for me sir?" Steve stood up from his hunched position and faced towards his boss.
"I was but, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"
"Oh no sir. We had just gotten done going over the inventory sheets."
"That's good to hear!" Grant leaned to the side as he looked past Steve and at Sandy. "You're way ahead of schedule for your training, both of ya keep up the good work!" He stood upright and patted Steve on the shoulder. "Especially you Steve. You've been our top earner since you joined us 8 months ago and, although we usually require you to be with the company for a couple of years, I want to start training you so you can take over for me when I retire."
"Well thank you sir, I-"
"WHAT?!" A shrill voice shouted from the other side of the cubicle's wall. The pale and wrinkled face of Betty shot up to peer over the cubicle's wall. "Grant, I've been with the company for a long time now! Why is he getting a promotion?!"
"Now, now Betty. I was gonna tell you after I talked to Steve, but seeing as you're with us now, I've also arranged for you to get a raise. You have been with the company longer than I have and constantly perform in the upper percentile for sales so you deserve it!"
"Thank you, sir..." Betty stared daggers at Steve as her head slowly shrank down and out of view.
"Anyways," Grant clapped his hands and turned his attention back towards Steve, "we'll begin your training at the beginning of the next quarter and we'll go from there. Keep up the good Steve." He turned towards Sandy, "You as well dear!"
"I will sir, thank you." Steve responded as his boss left the cubicle. The rest of the day was pretty mundane compared to getting the news that he'd be the manager of an entire department. He showed Sandy the basics on filling out the sales and request forms and spent the rest of the day catching up on his assigned tasks.
By the time Steve was done the lights to the office were dimmed, signaling that it was time to go home. "Huh, I didn't realize it was so late." He grabbed his coat and bag and pushed in his chair and began walking towards the elevator. He was just a few cubicles away from the elevator when he heard a familiar shrill voice call out to him.
"Oh, you're still here." Steve spun around and was surprised to see that Betty was still in the office. "I wanted to talk to you about something before you head out."
"Yeah, I have a minute to spare." Betty grinned and waved for Steve to follow her as she stepped into a nearby cubicle. "I guess we can talk there?" Steve asked himself before he walked towards the cubicle. "What did you nee-" Steve was cut off as a handful of dust hit him in the face as he turned the corner into the cubicle. "What was that for?" Steve coughed as he tried to clear the dust from his eyes.
"You'll see." Steve felt what he assumed was Betty shove him backwards with a surprising amount of force. He reached back in an attempt to catch himself as his ass fell onto the chair in the cubicle, or at least it sort of felt like that. As he sat on the office chair he felt as if he was suddenly pulled into a void inside of the chair.
"What the hell?" Steve blinked a few times as the dust cleared from his eyes, despite the fact that it felt like he was floating he was facing upwards at the ceiling. "Betty!?" He attempted to stand up but found that he could no longer feel below his neck, instead feeling numb now. "Betty!?"
"I can't believe you fell for that!" Steve could hear Betty chuckle as she came into view, standing above him. "It's been awhile since I've had to resort to this."
"What are you talking about Betty? Betty, what did you do to me?"
"I should let you know that I, nor anyone else, can hear you so don't bother asking any questions. You see, I come from a long bloodline of powerful witches and unfortunately I needed you gone as being a witch doesn't exactly pay the bills.” She squatted and brought her face closer to Steve’s face, “And I've been working at this job for a very long time, constantly being overlooked for promotions because of young and studious men such as yourself." She paused for a moment before continuing. "Do you know who's cubicle this is? It's Sandy's, and I thought that I could get some of her respect back from you. I see how your perverted eyes leered at that poor woman. Your eyes were always glued onto her ass, everyone knew it."
"What are you talking about? Witches, getting rid of me? You're not making sense!"
"Oh I love this!” She stood up and clapped her hands together, “It is getting late so I'm gonna head home. You'll see what I've done tomorrow so be patient!" Betty turned around and walked out of Steve’s vision.
"Betty! You can't leave me here! Betty!"
"Oh, and," Steve heard Betty shout from somewhere else in the office, "it's nothing personal Steve. I just deserve this raise more than you. Have a good night!"
"Betty? Betty!"
Steve spent the next few hours adjusting to the numb feeling across his body while he was forced to stare up at the dimly lit ceiling. He quickly lost track of how much time had passed as his department's floor had no windows, meaning that the office lights were the only way to tell that time had passed.. He'd just have to wait until someone shows up and finds him.
The lights suddenly turned on as the soft sound of the bulbs humming filled Steve's craving senses. "That must mean it's morning…" Steve could hear the office slowly come to life as people arrived for another day of work. "Come on. Someone please notice me!" He heard light footsteps approaching him as Sandy suddenly came into view and loomed over him. "Sandy! Thank god you’re here! I need your help!" Steve attempted to cry out to Sandy as she ignored him and continued on setting up her cubicle for the day. "Sandy! I'm right here!" He continued to call out in vain. It appeared as though she had finished setting up her cubicle as she turned towards Steve and walked over to him. "Yes. Sandy, I'm right here! I know you can-'' Steve's excitement from being found quickly turned to horror as Sandy positioned her behind towards him and lowered her rear onto him. "Sandy?! Please no..." Her two generous mounds of ass flesh descended towards Steve's face, two blimps drifting directly down towards him, crushing him.
With her ass pressing down on his face he was no longer able to see anything, instead her rear had plunged him into darkness. She began rhythmically grinding her butt into him as she scooted her chair closer to her desk. On top of no longer being able to see anything and the sensation of his face being crushed and grinded on by the skirt-covered flesh covering his face, Steve's sense of smell was also filled with an oddly fruity but damp and musky smell as the aroma of her recently bathed ass engulfed him. "Sandy... please..." Steve could barely think straight with the strange assault on what remained of his senses.
Sandy's assault on Steve's face continued for a while before he heard the muffled, but familiar, voice of Grant, "Hey Sandy, have you seen Steve? I wanted to discuss something with him but he isn't at his cubicle."
"No, I haven't seen him yet. He was supposed to finalize my training for the sales and request forms."
"I'm right... here..."
"That's strange. I guess I'll ask Betty if she can help instead. If you see Steve let him know that I'd like to speak with him.
"No problem sir!"
Steve suddenly realized that Betty hadn’t been lying about no one being able to hear him. He wanted to bed for Sandy to stop as every time she fidgeted in her chair or adjusted her posture she just ended up grinding her butt further into Steve’s face.. “Is it… it is getting moist now?” Apparently being in a stuffy office with poor air circulation was causing Sandy to sweat in her more gifted areas. Steve was having trouble focusing on how much time had passed but it had felt like hours of slowly becoming more and more drenched as the sweet aroma from before was replaced with a pungent and fresh musky smell as Sandy’s two orbs of flesh sweat while resting atop him.
Steve eventually did get some relief as suddenly the pressure from his face was alleviated, shortly blinding him as the office lights were too much after spending hours in the dark. As his eyes adjusted to the sudden change in brightness he realized that it must be midday as Sandy stood at the edge of his field of view as she grabbed her bag to head out for lunch. Steve’s peace was unfortunately short-lived however as Betty had been waiting for an opportunity to mock Steve and she finally saw an open window. “How are you Steve?” Steve heard Betty’s voice quietly call out as her footsteps approached him. “I wanted to come see how- HOLY FUCK!”
Betty was thrown aghast at the sight in front of her. She had expected to find a moist and used office chair but what she saw instead was much worse. The chair she had turned Steve into now sported a large imprint of Sandy’s large ass as it had indented the foam padding that was now Steve’s face. On top of that, rather than the chair just being moist, there was instead a very noticeable ring of sweat which circled around the indent. “I was going to ask how you’re doing but I think I have my answer!” Betty struggled to contain her hushed giggling.
“What does she want? Not like she can hear me!”
She cleared her throat as she composed herself. “Despite how hilarious this is, I did have a reason for wasting my time talking to a chair. You haven’t even been gone for a full day and the boss is already falling back to me. It’s so perfect.”
“This bitch really just came in here to gloat and mock me, didn’t she?” Steve was astounded at how Betty was behaving because, although he did quickly make his way up the corporate ladder, he worked his ass off to get that far and this raggedy bitch just disposed of him like it’s nothing.
“Oh, and one thing before I leave. I do apologize about the AC, I was feeling a bit chilly today.” She erupted into a laugh as she walked out of the cubicle, once again leaving Steve to his fate.
It wasn’t long before Sandy returned from her lunch break, plunging Steve back into his dark and damp torment. As the day went on it felt as if Sandy’s rear was somehow crushing him more and more as his face was smushed and molded around her butt. Of course, with the AC being turned off the smell of her swamp ass only got worse as it felt like Steve’s nose was pushed deep into her asshole. “Aghhh…” Steve was brought back to reality by the sound of Sandy stretching.
“Wait… when did she get up?” Somehow Steve hadn’t noticed that Sandy had gotten up and off of him and was now standing near him and grabbing her purse. It took Steve a bit to put everything together, the lights were dimmed, Sandy was no longer sitting on him and she was grabbing her purse, and the office seemed rather quiet. “Did I really space out that whole time?”
Steve watched Sandy turn around from her desk and head out of her cubicle, ready to go home after a long day of work. He half expected Betty to come mock him once the office was empty but that didn’t seem the case. His poor face slowly regained its form as without Sandy’s ass there to keep the padding pressed down, the imprint slowly lost its shape. Over time the pungent scent of her sweat slowly dissipated as he felt his face go from wet to damp, damp to moist, and moist to dry as he was forced to stare up at the dim office lights above him.
It had been 1, 2, 3, no 5, maybe 6 days of Steve spending the day being assaulted by Sandy’s plump bubble butt while at night he contemplated his existence with the dim office lights above him. AT this point Steve couldn’t tell you if he preferred the mind numbing boredom of staring at the ceiling or being assaulted by Sandy’s gorgeous but monstrous ass. Some days, Sandy had terrible swamp ass which was most likely due to Betty messing around with the office’s thermostat. Other days Sandy’s lunch gave her stomach aches which meant that the second half of Steve’s torment for those days were spent inhaling Sandy’s rancid farts. She also just fidgeted in her chair a lot as she fixed her posture, moved the chair around, or she’d use the armrests to lift herself up so she could scooch her butt back and slam it back down. “I mean… at least it was something other than the ceiling.”
This morning was more and more of the same, the lights turned on, Sandy arrived for work, and he was plunged into darkness as Sandy’s skirt clad mountains of flesh ground him to a pulp. After a few hours Sandy got up and headed out for her lunch break which usually meant he’d have half an hour to himself as usual but…
“How’s my favorite office chair doing?” A familiar shrill voice piped up as Betty’s face came into view above him. “I have some good news for you!”
“Who- you aren’t Sandy…”
“So Grant thinks you just quit, seeing as you haven’t shown up for a week and he can’t get ahold of your phone.” Betty was surprisingly chipper today as she gloated to her helpless prisoner. “And because of that I’m now getting that promotion you originally had. Isn’t that great?”
“Grant…promotion?” The cogs in his head began slowly turning once again, “You’re the lady who made me into a chair! Turn me back!”
“I do feel a bit bad about what happened to you though so I am gonna give you a treat. I know how much you love your favorite office eye candy so as she left for lunch today I put a little hex on her.” She feigned listening to a response that never came. “Oh it’s nothing like your predicament. I just made it so any weight she gains goes to her butt and hips which I know you love oh so dearly. I even gave her a little immediate boost so you don’t have to wait for your gift.” She stood up and waved at Steve, “Anyways, tootles!”
“You can’t do this to me!” Steve shouted out in vain at Betty who was already gone. “I’m not a chair I’m- I’m… Sam? No it was… something that started with-” He suddenly felt heavy footsteps approach him as Sandy entered his range of vision. “Oh god! She wasn’t kidding!” Looming above Steve’s face was the familiar sight of Sandy’s jiggling ass, but this time was a bit different from what he was accustomed to. With the added weight to her rear her skirt now did very little to actually cover anything which meant that her bare ass was barreling down towards him, ready to suffocate him. “Please! I’m not a chair I’m- I’m-” Her bare butt collided with his face, spreading her doughy and wobbly ass cheeks which let her panties, now functional thongs, unclasp from their fleshy prison.
Sandy attempted to adjust her skirt as she felt her bare ass flesh press down on top of her office chair. “I really need to stop eating fast food for every lunch…” Her futile attempts at fixing her skirt grinded her bare rear into poor Steve’s face, the additional weight made it feel like he was constantly winded and drowning despite not needing to breathe.
“Heavy… please… help…”
Sandy pulled down on her skirt as she rode the elevator, attempting to get her skirt to cover her ass. For some reason she had been gaining a lot of unwanted weight these last few months which she suspected were from all of her stress eating. Her job had been pretty tough with Steve suddenly quitting as Betty wasn’t as good at training her. The department was also a bit hectic as Grant had just stepped down and Betty was doing her best to fill his shoes but it just wasn’t quite enough.
The elevator dinged as Sandy reached her floor, she struggled to get out as her hips scraped by some impatient coworkers who forced their way onto the elevator. “Some people. I swear!” She felt the eyes of her male peers on her swaying hips as she sauntered over to her cubicle. “I see it’s still you…” She sighed as she saw the abused office chair still in her cubicle. She had put in a request for a new and bigger chair but Betty had apparently declined the request. She dropped her purse onto her desk and sat down in her office chair.
“...”
She struggled to get her ass down into her chair as her hips got stuck on the armrests. She pushed her rear down as her ass squished down in between the armrests and rested on the seat. With her additional weight the padding had quickly been permanently flattened which made the chair uncomfortable but not as uncomfortable as her ass spilling over the edges of the chair.
“Warm…hug…”
“You got this Sandy!” She hyped herself up as she began her day of work. Each little shift caused her chair to squeak and groan as it completed the momentous task of holding her pumpkin sized ass cheeks up. With how much weight Sandy had put on she decided to try to eat healthy and brought a homemade salad to work with her which she was looking forward to. In fact, with her trying to ignore her uncomfortably small office chair and focusing on her tasks, it was almost time for her lunch break.
“Hey Sandy, you got a minute?” Betty was standing at the entrance to Sandy’s cubicle.
“I’m about to go on break, can it wait?”
“That’s perfect actually. We can talk over lunch."
“I uh…”
“It might be about a potential raise.”
“Oh! Yeah sure let me just grab my lunch.”
“Oh you don’t need to do that!” Betty had a sly smirk on her face. “Let’s go out. It’s my treat.”
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