Content: Chair TF, domination, feet
Jeremy had been Chris Hemsworth's assistant for a few weeks. From day one he was thrown into Chris's busy celebrity world. Chris was filming at the time, so Jeremy sat around him managing his schedule, appointing and organizing meetings. They didn't talk to each other much, the only conversation being about the many meetings Chris had.
That changed however when Chris's less busy chedule allowed him to have more time for himself. Jeremy thought that with the schedule change, that he would have the same, but it wasn't. The first day, he was immediately scolded for not having Chris' breakfast ready.
Jeremy didn't understand, he wasn't a personal cook, but he stayed silent and apologized.
"I am sorry Sir, I didn't realize that cooking meals for you was one of my tasks."
"Why do you think I hired you?" Chris said disgusted before walking away with his plate.
Jeremy's perfect image of Chris slowly crumbled away. He desperately tried to satisfy Chris, making sure breakfast, lunch and dinner were done on time. Jeremy vacuumed, cleaned the floors, tables after Chris was done eating, ironed his clothes. Jeremy basically became a maid... or in other words; a slave.
Chris' communication with Jeremy was reduced by the day. This did give Jeremy more stress, the approval or scolding that Chris had given him before giving him atleast some sense of direction.
It came to the point where Chris didn't even look at Jeremy. He would come home, Jeremy would stand by the door to kneel down and delicately remove his shoes. It was humiliating but Jeremy complied, not wanting to anger Chris after he scolded him for having to remove himself. Chris would sit down and wait for his dinner to be put on the table while Jeremy crawled under the the table to give Chris his daily foot massage. The smell from his sweaty feet bothered Jeremy, but he had no choice.
One week later. Jeremy had now accepted the fact that he was a full blown slave instead of an assistant. He acted like a footstool whenever Chris watched TV, Chris' heavy legs aching his back, massaged his feet several times of the day, was made to eat his plate on the floor since Chris wasn't "comfortable" seeing him eat on his furniture and he was made to sleep on the floor for the same reason. During his footstool duty, Jeremy was becoming nervous with Chris' sighing as he constantly adjusted his heavy legs on his back.
"You really are useless, even as a footstool." Chris said eventually. Jeremy's heart skipped a beat. This was the first time in a week that Chris had spoken to him. "I am sorry Sir...I will do better..." Chris suddenly pushed Jeremy away with his feet. "Footstools don't speak, don't you understand that? Now go prepare dinner." Jeremy felt ashamed once again before he hurried to the kitchen.
Jeremy came out the kitchen with several plates on his hands and arms, expecting Chris to sit at the table, but something was off. Jeremy was met with Chris standing next to his chair, staring at him. An awkward silence filled the room.
After 10 seconds, Jeremy spoke. "Umm Sir, dinner is ready.." A frown filled Chris' face.
"How am I supposed to eat without a chair?"
Jeremy couldn't help but look confused as the chair Chris had been sitting on every day was literally next to him. Silence filled the room again, but after a few seconds Jeremy gasped realizing what Chris had meant. He quickly served the plates on the table, shoved Chris' old chair aside before getting into footstool position. Only this time, a lot more than only legs and feet were gonna torture Jeremy's back, but 220 pounds of pure muscle. Chris sat down as Jeremy tried to suppress a grunt from the unbearable weight, his arms trembling. The sounds of cutlery and a satisfied sigh was heard as Chris began eating his dinner.
Chris hadn’t verbally said it, but it seemed like he was satisfied with Jeremy acting as a chair as he told him to get into the position more and more, to the point where Jeremy became Chris’s human chair. Jeremy realized this when Tom, his new “personal assistant”, walked out the kitchen with his breakfast. He was horrified, thinking that he was fired, but quickly realized that his new “position” was the one he was in, as Chris walked in and sat on him.
Not only did Chris use Jeremy inside his mansion, but Chris decided to use him outside of it too. People were shocked at first seeing Chris un-ironically sit on another human but he explained that it was consensual and that he “begged” to be used like that. When Chris started bringing him to interviews, the interviewers often attempted to talk to Jeremy while he was used as a chair, wanting to know “why”, but Chris cut them off with: “Furniture doesn’t speak, let’s get back to me.”
One month later. Jeremy had now become a full-fledged human chair. He was stripped off his clothes but some shorts, gagged and his hands and feet were chained together, making it even harder to crawl. He slept at the dining room table in the chair position, often being woken up by Chris’s ass making himself comfortable on his back waiting for breakfast.
What Jeremy didn't realize is his life was going to change even more after Chris was done with breakfast. He noticed Chris moving more on his back than usual, enjoying the feet massage that Tom was giving him under the table. Chris seemed to be done with dinner after 40 minutes but continued to sit on Jeremy's back for another 2 hours. Jeremy looked into his peripheral vision to see Tom's confused and tired face. He had been massaging Chris' feet for over 3 hours, but knew not to stop.
After another 30 minutes of silent torture for both, Chris finally spoke. "You have actually been a competent chair this month. I think I am gonna reward you with something." Jeremy was eager, had this finally paid off? Chris stood up, Jeremy remaining in his position.
Suddenly Chris' feet filled his vision. "Kiss them." Jeremy didn't hesitate for a second. He bent down, showering Chris' feet in kisses, which he had done alot before becoming a chair. Chris removed his feet and the moment he did that, Jeremy felt his body shaking before everything went black.
Jeremy woke up to be met with the ceiling of the mansion. He immediately noticed that he couldn't move, not even his head. Where was he? What happened?
All his questioned were answered as an ass, which he immediately recognized as Chris' filled his vision as it descended down. Everything went black, Chris' ass smushed into Jeremy's face, but it didn't feel like his "face". After a few seconds, Jeremy realized that he had become an actual chair. He heard Chris sigh again. "Well this is your reward; being my personal portable chair!"
"I thought long about what kind of chair I would want to turn you into, but I think I made the right choice turning you into a portable chair. You feel good on my ass, I can take you anywhere and the attention won't ever be on you again, you'll just be a regular chair." Chris said satisfied. "And don't worry, I know I turned you into a chair without your consent, stripping you from your human life, but I consider this a reward. I'll even reward you with my farts daily, just be a good chair and absorb them for me."
Those were the last words Chris would directly say to Jeremy. Chris would start using him as a regular portable chair, slowly forgetting about "Jeremy", the "personal assistant" he had hired.
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