Recycler: Single Sofa by DB-Palette on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

There hasn't been an entry in the recycler series for a while has there? lol. Anyways, i got this idea after doodling the other day.

Story:

Transformation type: Single Couch

Today, Marmie decided to have a slight change of pace in her life. She decided to head on over to the Recycler building. She didn’t have an appointment made but you rarely ever needed one, they always found ways to make things work. She was escorted from the front desk over to a room.

Inside she could see many nice sofas and chairs. The counter woman said it was something they did to try and enhance the mood. They were willing to remove them if they were a bother. Marmie wasn’t too perturbed by them so they remained. The counter woman directed Marmie’s attention to the rectangular frame-looking structure in the center of the room. It resembled the hard bottom part on some couches, it even had little “feet.”

Marmie was instructed to sit upright on it with her legs stretched out, get comfortable, and then everything would be taken care of from there. Marmie made her way over to it and the counter woman left. The Base was actually pretty long, longer than her stretched out legs reached even. While sitting down she glanced over at the other couches to help keep her mind off the passing time.

Unfortunately, time passed but Marmie never truly felt comfortable. She felt that she had waited long enough and thought something was wrong. But when Marmie tried to get up, her legs wouldn’t cooperate. She was stuck...and soon began to worry. Almost immediately after she felt this way a voice spoke to her over the intercom. It told her that this is normal and she has nothing to fear. That she should just try to relax and the procedure would resume as planned.

Upon hearing these words Marmie actually began to relax a little. She took some deep breaths and did some quick little mental exercises. She stopped...when suddenly the frame began creaking and shifting. Marmie wanted to worry but told herself to stay calm as she watched it. The frame contorted itself into a perfect shape of her legs and rear, like if it were traced.

It began to feel tighter and tighter and Marmie felt strange. In a way she felt, “softer” than she was before. She even stopped breathing all together but wasn’t fazed by it one bit. Then, the transformation accelerated.

From the bottom, her feet and legs began to morph in shape becoming geometric but soft as her skin turned into soft cloth. The transformation continued up her legs, re shaping her and the frame. At the same time, the back of the frame began to connect to her backside and run up her back. When it reached her upper back she felt her arms curl and become chair arms. The cloth effect continued, going over her breasts and even enveloping her face, turning it into cute details. With a little more creaking and shifting, the Marmie couch was complete. She was a lovely couch in feminine form that was both cute and functional.