"That's why I'm going to leave you as a chair," Sharon said as she enjoyed the afterglow.
"Well, since its only an hour.."
"Nuh-uh-uh - all day, my little chair-man," Sharon cooed, "I'm going to wish you like this every hour on the hour and you can see how it's like to be stuck immobile all day."
"WHAT?" Jim cried, "Now if you're still upset about when I wished you were an inanimate inflatable doll, I said I was sorry."
"Not good enough," Sharon said with a smile as she began to get up, "Now it's you're turn."
"But my dick will get cold," Jim said with a grin, "I think I need a matching cushion to keep it warm." With that he quietly made a wish.
"What? OH!" Sharon squeeled as her arms and legs retracted into her body, reforming as tassles. Her head retracted and merged with her shoulders as her body became more squareish, and plusher. She looked at Jim's headrest face in wonder, then realised what he had done, "You've wished me into a pillow!"
"Like I said, I need something to keep my dick warm,"Jim said. Sharon could feel him still inside her fluffy insides growing harder- her pussy and breasts were about the only things that hadn't changed, "And I couldn't bear to see you go off."
"You promised me you wouldn't interfere with my wishes!" Sharon protested.
"I haven't," Jim said, "I'm still a chair like you wished. You never told me not to wish you into something. And I only wished you would be a cushion for as long as I'm a chair. So there you go."
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