Zero Gravity Chair Indoor の小説・ストーリー

I unpacked my notebooks and placed my white ceramic coffee mug next to the keyboard. I looked down at the black leather office chair pushed underneath the wooden desk. The expensive chair was specifically designed for a heavy person. The seat was incredibly wide, and the thick bottom cushion offered maximum physical support to accommodate my wide hips and my heavy thighs. I realized instantly that Maximilian had specifically ordered a wide chair so I would never feel squeezed or uncomfortable while sitting in his office. I pulled the wide leather chair backward and sat down. The thick cushion perfectly supported my heavy curves. I reached forward and pressed the power button on my new comput

She sat stiffly in the high-back chair, her fingers hovering uncertainly over the glass trading desk. The holographic screens floated around her, charts spiking and crashing, candles pulsing in angry reds and hopeful greens, numbers shifting faster than her thoughts. Behind her, the air vibrated with a steady electronic hum as Scarlet’s floating assistance-bot adjusted its height, positioning Scarlet’s wheelchair right beside her. Mechanical arms whirred softly, lifting Scarlet’s tablet into the perfect angle. Scarlet, bound to her chair, looked anything but fragile. Her presence was iron. Sharp, commanding, impossible to ignore.

I explained as I turned in my seat to face the woodgrain navy blue mid-console. Opening the lid, a series of buttons, along with a small compartment was inside. Pressing one of the many buttons, I adjusted her seat to allow her to recline slightly. It didn’t go back enough to allow her to lay flat, but it was enough to put her in a minor cradle position. “Oh!” Zira gasped just before I readjusted the seat to allow her to sit up straight. “What are these buttons for?” She twisted toward the middle console.

Gwen rolled her eyes and said, “This is technically Serena’s work. Noelle probably just added a few lines of code to enhance it. She really did not do much for the massage chair.” But much to her dismay, during the presentation of the massage chair, a significant amount of technical credit was given to Noelle. The massage chair looked like something out of a spaceship. It was large and sleek, with a curved, reclining frame that cradled the entire body. Smooth panels wrapped around it like a protective shell, while adjustable segments supported the neck, back, and legs. Serena played a video of the trials conducted within their company in the background. She said, “This was last week. Our mas

Deborah followed him and saw he was eyeing a gaming chair. [What’s so special about it?] Deborah asked. “Well, it’s a chair that can connect to your PC or console. And look,” he said happily, showing her one of the chair’s features, “it has a folding table for the keyboard and mouse if you’re a PC gamer, and a cup holder. It also has speakers for a better gaming experience and even lets you feel the controller’s vibrations.” He began explaining enthusiastically. “But… it’s quite pricey,” he added sadly, noticing the price tag. “I’d have to save up a lot to buy it.”

There was no mockery in his tone but held some pride. They had brought me into an office. It looked sterile and lacked any type of personality at all. I bet that some splashes of color would perk it right up. I took a seat on the chair furthest away from them. God, this chair was arguably the most comfortable thing that I had ever sat my ass on. People could have foodgasms and soundgasms. I swore that chairgasms were now a thing They both sat down on the loveseat. Did they have a chairgasm too? It would be too damn bad if they missed out. It could’ve rocked their world.

Everywhere in the room darkened but the lights flickering, illuminating the place with a warm glow and exposing the beauty of the room. My lips parted at the beauty of the small room but something immediately caught my attention sharply. The furniture in the room stood in the mid-air, defying the law of gravity with nothing holding them from beneath. I watched as the stranger yanked himself up on one of the seats mid-air, his face and eyeball simmering. Pointing to a chair in front of him, he said with a low and steady voice. “Sit. I have something to show you” I followed his fingers, tracing them with my eyes until it stopped in front of a chair sustained mid-air as well.

“But that is not important right now. Are you going to accept the gift or not? My brother is waiting for an answer.” I looked down at what he was holding. The device was unlike anything I had seen before. It was a low chair made of dark metal and carved wood, light but strong. Smooth wheels rested on each side, smaller ones beneath for balance. Handles curved behind the seat. There were soft straps lined with leather to support the waist and legs. It looked carefully made. At first I thought he was offering me something that would make my condition look pitiful. But if I saw someone using this, I would admire the device before any other thought came into my mind. He truly looked like he want

Brene Brian thought, he will have no dislikes, as long as it is given by Sweet Pea Guun, he will be extremely precious. Sweet Pea Guun rarely gives gifts to others, asking some people the answers are diverse, he finally chose the most practical item - the massage chair. Sweet Pea Guun went online to find out that most office workers who sit in front of a computer for a long time will have waist and neck bone problems, he temporarily couldn't find out if Brene Brian had that disease, but Buying a regular massage chair can also relax a bit. Just when the assistant assistant sold this, Sweet Pea Guun directly ordered one, and delivered it to her home on Sunday afternoon.

In her concentration, she had not noticed that Zinnia had left Dakari’s side and sat down with the others. Zinnia reached across the leather chairs that had once been so inviting and held hands with the four remaining friends. They bowed their heads and closed their eyes. A low humming sound was barely audible, but to Beecher’s over-sensitive ears it drummed loud. He peeked under his eyelids and saw Zinnia begin to emit her purple glow. As he watched, she began to levitate. Not just her, for she was still strapped to her seat, but the entire seat began to lift off the floor. It was as if gravity could no longer hold her.