This choice: One month later, and Cassie needs to touch up your stitching. It's your chance! • Go Back...Chapter #7Consider yourself, part of the furniture. by: Kentwolf   Unfortunately for you, when surrounded by her family it seemed Cassie was easy to distract. Your fiance, normally so focused and quick to spot you had let you slip from her mind during her trip home. In her defence though, as Kimberly had realised you had slipped from her daughter's mind, she worked hard to ensure that Cassie's days were filled with some activities with either the family in whole, or at least one of them. That way she ensured she was kept too happy and busy to realise her fiance had been with her and was currently missing.
Kimberly had realised you were indeed still on the computer chair the next day. She had settled down to check her emails and a bit of work during lunch, instantly feeling the familiar cushioning softness as her body pressed down on your form, recognising it from the day prior. She of course ignored you as she worked, keeping up the illusion that she thought you to be the normal cushion, same as her daughters. If you did get free somehow, she didn't want any blame coming her way for keeping you on the chair.
Your days consisted of staring up at the ceiling for hours on end, before being crushed under hot, heavy darkness as someone using the computer. You began to learn the families routine for the computer. Sophie would come in during the morning, eating her breakfast and logging into her game for half an hour to check whatever it was her game did. Then Cassie would have a turn, having gotten interested in the game thanks to Sophie. After a brief break of staring up at the ceiling, Kimberly would come in just after lunch and check her emails and work for a few hours. After that, Sophie would be back on her game until it was time for her to go make another video. Lastly, Maddie would enter, watch some youtube videos before finally there was silence and darkness until the next morning, where the routine would start all over again.
Day after day this happened, with a few changes as the girls went out shopping, or a picnic in the park. Occasionally you heard faint voices you didn't know downstairs as they had friends over for social gatherings. You would have loved to be a part of those gatherings, but you were instead a part of the computer chair, tucked away in Kimberly's office.
As the weeks went on, you began to mold into the butt prints of the women who sat on you every day. Slowly but surely looking even more as part of a well-used cushion. You had begun to lose hope of ever getting free of the cushion. Your depression so great, it took you a few days to realize that the women's constant shifting on you had torn the stitching in places. Little parts of you were loose for the first time since Cassie stitched you down. You began to dare to hope, each day of use, feeling a few more stitches snap loose. Each day, closer to freedom.
About a month since Cassie had stitched you down, enough of you had broken free that you obviously shifted and bunched up when Cassie sat down on you one sunny morning. She quickly stood up, glancing down, and frowned, seeing the cushion cover had come loose. Remembering how she had bragged about her sewing skills, she didn't want to see her hard work undone so quickly.
You were overjoyed, finally, you could move again. Unfortunately the stitches through your mashed lips were still in place so trying to call out to your beloved was beyond your means. You saw Cassie walk out of the room. You quickly realized she was likely going to get the sewing kit again. In a panic, you tried to wriggle and escape from the chair, but after a month of constant pressure, you were still stuck against the real cushion in places, not to mention your body was exhausted. Nevertheless, you tried, as your life depended on it. If you didn't move enough to get noticed, Cassie would stitch you back down, possibly more securely this time and you would spend the rest of summer, or longer, as a chair cushion for her family.
You heard Cassie's footsteps reenter the room, before she came into view, sewing kit in hand once more. As she reached down to grab you and smooth you back out, you tried with all your might for one huge twitch of your flattened, butt printed form...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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