The clock was 10–00, when the door to a chic new building in the southwest of the capital was called. Jeanne opened the door on the threshold stood two young men in blue uniform jackets with the words "Chio-chio san - a service for a lonely girl". Next to them was a small box the size of a small chair. The visitors brought it to the house, asked to sign for the delivery and left. Zhanna knew what was in the box - she went to that store and chose a gift for herself, but behind the exotic name of which she was hiding, by and large - the trivial sex-shop.
It should be noted that, at the age of 27, Zhanna was behind her and working in a modeling agency, and winning the beauty contest “Miss Moscow” and: unsuccessful marriage. Since she broke up with her husband - all the guys have caused her a sense of annoyance, and therefore she often dropped in such shops, made little “gifts” for herself and indulged her flesh, which languished with desire. There was, however, in her mind, and one guy - her "colleague" in a modeling agency. But since Zhanna made an extravagant trick - put on a latex jumpsuit, took a whip and in this form came out to Oleg - he began to be afraid of her and their intimate relationships went a little wrong.
Jeanne opened the box and began to study her gift, which was an intimate chair. It was made in the form of the letter U, only one part was shorter than the other, so that it was convenient to sit in such an improvised saddle. Externally, the chair looked very exotic - it looked like an alien ship from the movie “Aliens”, on its surface iridescent with scales of rainbow like the wings of some insects. The leg rested on the three legs of the “paw” and, from that, resembled the chicken leg of the hut from the fairy tale, and the back (its long part) was very narrow and anotomically repeated the bend of the back. In the lower part of the chair were built two dildo - for anal and vaginal stimulation. The short (front) part of the chair ended with a T-shaped hand rest, which was also framed in the overall design of the chair. To grab the handles - you had to push your hands into the holes. And it turned out some kind of motorcycle, only the hands closed completely. The material from which the chair was made did not look like synthetic - it was smooth, soft and seemed to radiate heat. When pressing on him his elastic upholstery, similar to the skin, only more gentle, elastic spring and left a pleasant sensation.
The instructions for use were short and clear. Jeanne did not like long instructions. She put the armchair in front of the mirror, which in her bedroom reached the ceiling, took off all her clothes, washed in the bathroom and rubbed herself and the armchair with a special gel, which was attached with the armchair. This gel was very thick, it stretched, stuck to his hands, body and chair. In the other jar, which was also included, there was another lubricant, which Jeanne carefully lubricated two dildos and two thirsty holes. She read the last item - enter the dildo, sit on the chair and press the button, mounted in the right handle.
Two dildos gently slipped into the holes and blissful languor spread through the body of Jeanne. Zhanna inserted brushes into the arms and pressed the button: The dildo began to vibrate gently, the chair began to gently sway, and the warm waves more and more overwhelmed, bringing the girl closer to the climax:
And so, when some few moments remained in the bowels of the chair, some strange strange grumbling, toli gurgling, and pens, which Jeanne held, snapped to a crunch, resembling a bone click, snapped, turning into handcuffs. The girl was frightened. She tried to free herself, but strange sounds repeated and metamorphosis began to occur with the chair.One by one of the chairs began to go out one after the other records and close the body of genre, which now in places began to resemble the shell of an armadillo. They hid the breasts and part of the abdomen and thighs from the light, covered the entire womb, forming the armor-clad “panties”, closed the shoulders and formed a high-armored collar, preventing them from moving their heads.
Only the legs remained free, with which Jeanne began to jerk and tried to push off, she suddenly noticed in the mirror as if from a chair, from the back side of the back to the wall stretched a sleeve more like a long leg of a giant snail. She tried to push the chair down with all her might, but the sucker firmly sucked and began to pull the chair against the wall. Somewhere inside her body, a dildo was again earned and waves of orgasm surged over Jeanne. Meanwhile, the "snail-sucker" "crawled" up the wall, and the former leg, on which the entire structure had previously been raised, separated and remained on the floor. The "snail" was all moving, and Jeanne was all jerking with her feet, trying to free herself, getting an orgasm from time to time for an orgasm: Finally the movement ended. Immediately, in the sidewalls of the chair and from under the plates of the shell, thin black strings, like snakes, began to appear one after another, like legs, arms, head, and other parts of the body that remained undisguised. This was done so quickly that in a few seconds, Jeanne was completely immobilized. At the last moment, a sticky black substance began to stand out from the plaits, which quickly hardened in the air, stretching on the skin like latex, with the only difference that the material resembled scales on the texture. And here Zhanna, with surprise for herself, noticed that she enjoyed the sensations of this material, which now firmly attached it to the chair, and it was not only because all this time her orgasms one after another tormented:
Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced the body in the perineum region as if an unsuccessful injection was made, and the girl lost consciousness.
The creature was reflected in the mirror opposite - everything was in a dark brown plate shell and shimmering in the sun: it was attached at a distance of 2 meters from the floor to the wall, and more resembled a doll of an unknown insect. Only the head and shoulders, also covered with scales, resembled a man and two eyes that are now closed for centuries.
Jeanne (or wasn't she already?) Asleep. In a flowery kaleidoscope, events of a past life and colorful extravagant images, possibly of a future life, flashed through. But she (she was clearly aware of her gender in a dream) did not care. Time stopped for her and turned into eternity.
Somewhere outside the wall, the clock struck midnight.
(To be continued)