chapter eleven

Catherine waddled outside leaning on James' arm, their friends took up the rear with Jerry leading an extremely unsteady Lauren along the path to the guest house. The lights were already on and the door open so they stepped straight inside.
This time, however, they didn't immediately head for Jerry's comfortable workspace, instead, James opened the door into the guest house sitting room and led them all inside.
The room was all in shades of white and tastefully decorated but Catherine only had eyes for the huge recliner that dominated the middle of the floor.
It was massive, the miss-matched pads and cushions of the prototype replaced with identical plush black leather and the vast assortment of arms, slings, and bundles of wiring completely hidden by matching leather covers and gleaming chrome joints.
The only part that remained the same was the helmet that now hung from a single sturdy black arm above the seat, even that had been recovered with black leather and shining metalwork.
All in all the chair looked huge, intimidating and very, very expensive.
An elegant black control panel stood a few feet from the machine with a single large silver power button.

"Isn't it beautiful," Jerry gushed as he entered the room behind her, she turned to see his happy excited face and beamed back at him.

"It's gorgeous."

"And the first ride is all for you," he said proudly as Lauren came forward to hug her squealing happily with excitement and nearly knocking her off her feet.

"Thank you," she replied tearfully hugging her friend tightly. "And thank you too," she whispered more quietly into Lauren's ear.

"Oh you are so welcome," Lauren replied. "The moment I met you I knew you would just turn out perfect once the chair fixed you," she confessed.

"I was such a bitch."

"Yes, you were," Lauren teased wiping away her friend's happy tears. "But so was I once, one more ride and the old you is gone for good and we can be friends forever."

"Really?"

& quot;I promise" Lauren replied solemnly.

"I think we may be getting a little ahead of ourselves," James said gently separating the two plump women and kissing his wife tenderly on the cheek. "If you take your seat hon, the chair is waiting for you."

Catherine gave her husband another hug and stepped up to the machine. Turning around she paused a second to look back at her adoring husband, her gorgeous lover and Jerry the wonderful man who had made all this possible standing at the back with a broad proud smile on his face.
"Thank you all," she said taking her seat and surrounding herself with the rich smell of new leather.

"Don't mention it," Jerry said smiling.

Lauren just smiled and blew her a kiss and her darling James leaned forward to press the on button and give her a final gentle kiss.

"Enjoy the ride," he said beaming down at her. "I promise when you wake you will love the new you."

"I already do," she replied.

Then she settled the helmet down over her face feeling it buzz and shift as it adjusted its fit to her perfectly.

The white room appeared featureless and shining her gloriously fat body floating freely in the air her great swollen stomach still hiding most of her legs from view.

The welcome screen was different this time, the first three levels were greyed out and the fourth was finally unlocked, swiping her hand through it she was shown the final screen.

Welcome, Catherine.

This is the final level of your therapy.
If you choose you may leave the chair, your old personality will reassert itself in time.
If you accept this final treatment your new identity will become permanent.

Knowing this do you choose to begin?

Yes or No

Catherine didn't even hesitate for a moment, the old her was already nothing more than a bad memory.

Swiping yes she let out a happy sigh of release as the room vanished into darkness and the chair began her final ride.

A starscape appeared around her, a billion glittering lights in the darkness, slowly but with increasing frequency, those lights started to pulse as shivers of tingling vibration ran across her voluptuous body.
She felt like she was floating free in space, caressed by the light of the stars themselves. Distantly, she could hear a deep humming that rose and fell in pitch turning into a deep star-song that swept her away.
The caress of the stars tingled and throbbed through her, running in long lingering lines up and down her gently jiggling body but always ending with a deep buzz between her legs.
She drifted through the interstellar light show, the song of the universe vibrating through her, the caress of starlight on her skin.
As she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm begin to build the stars began to spin and shift, what once was a gentle astral breeze became a storm a pounding torrent that washed through her and over her pulling her down into a tempest of starlight.
Ahead of her, the stars winked out one by one, a spiral of darkness forming even as she flew towards it, the crashing waves of light searing her with electric kisses working every muscle, every inch of skin until she ached with need.
Then the darkness reached out and swallowed her and she exploded, her own supernova of bliss echoing out into nothingness as everything faded away...

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"She's gone under," Jerry said watching Catherine's thrashing subside.

The three of them had settled in to watch as Catherine moaned and wriggled on the machine, after a single final wail of orgasmic bliss she had
slumped down into the chair twitching spasmodically as it focused on burning its subliminal messages irrevocably into her overloaded brain.

"That was fast," Jerry said sounding surprised. He had settled into a comfortable chair to watch the show, the visible bulge in his trousers showing how much he had enjoyed watching his wife's final ride.

"Not really, it's amazing how fast the chair gets them into a receptive state once they start using it regularly," Jerry replied from his comfortable seat on the couch. Lauren was sprawled out across his lap allowing her husband to stroke and fondle as they watched the show but now things were quieter she sat up and looked at him adoringly.

"And when she's done she will be just like me?" she asked earnestly.

"Just as wonderful and perfect as you are dear," he assured her, stroking her hair fondly and smiling as she purred contentedly back at him.

"How long?" she asked.

"Three days and you can have your playmate back," Jerry assured her stroking her belly absently. "Once she's done we need to pack up the chair and get it ready for delivery, the field trials start next week and we have the perfect spot picked out for testing."

"Are the other chairs ready to ship? James asked.

"Oh don't worry," Jerry assured him confidently. "All three will be online and ready for their new patient's first thing on Monday."

"Won't they be in for a wild ride," James replied...