Triple Hex
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"I can't believe he'd do something like that" Candace fumed as she drank her coffee.  She watched through the window of the Cafe across the street at the stripper club she had followed her boyfriend to.  She had decided to grab a coffee and watch the club, giving her boyfriend time to come out and pretend he was there only a short time for an entirely unrelated matter.  A chance she was disappointed her boyfriend hadn't taken as two hours after ordering her coffee, she was still staring out the window waiting for him.

Deciding she had enough, Candace stood up and made her way out and across the street.  She nodded and at the same time frowned at the doorman who opened the door to the club for her.  She stormed up the stairs to the second floor club and didn't pay any attention to the bouncer holding out his hand for the cover charge.  She completely ignored his many requests for attention as she scanned the floor for her boyfriend.

After a few looks she spotted him, at first blocked from her view by an extremely busty dancer dangling her monstrous breasts over his face.  Candace just about lost it, stomped her feet over to the booth her man was in and shoved the stripper away from him.  "Get lost, bimbo!" she shouted at the stripper before turning to her boyfriend Xavier.  "You've got some explaining to do!" she pointed her finger accusingly at him before being grabbed forcefully by the bouncer.

"I believe it's time to leave, ma'am!  You're causing a scene..." the man pulled on her arm.

"I'm not causing a scene!  That inflatable bitch is stealing my man!" she yelled back, struggling against the man while another came to help him restrain her.

"I'm what?!" the stripper fired back, puzzled at the accusation.  Candace couldn't answer as she was dragged downstairs and out on the street with Xavier calmly following the group of bouncers outside with his girl.

She cursed under her breath as they walked away from the place, stopping in front of an alley between the club and the building next to it.  Xavier simply kept his mouth shut, knowing that no matter what words came out of his mouth would be the wrong one.  She was about to let him have it when she saw the dancer come out a door in the alley and was about to light a cigarette.  The stripper stopped when she saw Candace look her way.

"YOU!" she screamed, staring at the half-naked entertainer.  She grabbed her by the arm and shoved her against the brick wall with a strength uncommon for a girl of her petite stature.  "You should be ashamed of yourself!  Stealing other people's man and parading your triple X body like that!  It's girls like you that objectify women!"  Candace went on with her feminist sermon.  The stripper simply stared at her with a bored and disinterested look.

"Are you done?  Do you think this is the first time I hear complaints like these?" she answered.  "You think I called up your boyfriend at home for him to come over and have my tits dangled in his face?" she questionned back at Candace.  "You think I'm the one who decided men prefered me with soccer balls sticking out of my chest than little mosquito bites like yours?"

"Pfff!  At least I'm not ashamed of my body..." she sneered at the fake-looking girl.

"Yet, I'm the one showing it off..." she said, holding herself up, making her breasts thrust out from her chest proudly.  Candace huffed and almost blew steam from her nostrils.

"I can't believe I'm wasting my time with a blow-up doll like you" she kept needlessly insulting the exotic dancer, who stood silent and just listened to the insults adding up.  "Nothing brilliant to add? Or do you still have some left in that airhead of yours?" Candace defied the pretty entertainer, who simply grinned back at her.

"Poor little Candace will next time watch what she say
When she finds herself craving sex all day
If she hadn't called me a shallow exotic dancer
She wouldn't have become Xavier's hollow plastic lover" Bev rhymed.

Candace simply laughed out loud when Bev was done cursing her.  "Is that... is that a curse or something?!" she laughed still, almost forgetting what she was mad about.  "You're crazy or something... let's go, Xavier."

And with that, Candace gave the dancer one last look before leaving with her boyfriend.  Heading back home and still chuckling in derision at Bev.

A full, uneventful week went by.  The incident not nearly forgiven by Candace, but the curse was forgotten.

Candace sat on the couch with Xavier, watching TV silently.  A teenage coming of age movie was on.  The kind of movie that used any excuse to show a naked breast here or there, even if it almost had nothing to do with the scene.  Such a scene was playing and Candace was the one holding the remote, taking away any chances Xavier had to change channels which he would usually do at that point at the risk of her girlfriend accusing him of enjoying and encouraging movies that exploit girls like that.

Candace simply watched with interest, as if entranced.  She smiled widely at the sight of promiscuous girls on screen, her hand idly making its way to her boyfriend's crotch.  She started massaging it through the fabric and Xavier, already half erect from watching the movie, quickly became hard.

Her boyfriend, still uneasy and silent from their earlier fight, had no idea how to react and simply froze like a statue and whimpered a little nervously.  He stopped looking at the screen and simply stared at Candace who was still watching the movie, apparently unaware she was unbuttoning Xavier's pants expertly with her left hand.  Once his pants had been loosened up somewhat, she slipped her dainty hand down his briefs and started jerking him off softly.

Xavier was baffled, looking at her growing smile and hazy look in her eyes.  He tried to wrap his brain around what could possibly make her act this way.  It didn't take him much to lose track of his thoughts when she stood up from the couch and, still silent, got down on her knees in front of him, spreading his thighs with her arms.  

She looked at his rigid member with hungry eyes before she engulfed the entirety of his shaft down her throat, moaning as it slid into her face.  

"Huh... heh... uh, honey?" he softly spoke to her, not wanting to break the moment but almost thinking it was a test of some sort.  He had never seen his somewhat frigid girlfriend act that way before.

"Mmmmh?" she lent her ear, still bobbing up and down his cock without any signs of slowing down.

"What... what are you doing?" he asked her, hissing and moaning.  She sucked on him a little more before raising her head oddly holding her mouth in an eerie O shape for a full second before she answered him.

"I thought sucking your cock would be fun.  I'm not disturbing you, am I?" she asked innocently, looking back at the TV to make sure she wasn't blocking his view with her head.  Xavier obviously saw something was amiss with his girlfriend but figured maybe she was just roleplaying and decided to play along.

"No... heh... uh, no! You're not disturbing me at all, honey! In fact, I apologize for even asking.  I feel like I just robbed you of precious cocksucking time..." he played along, despite the nagging feeling that his girlfriend would never even roleplay something this slutty.  He took her head softly with both hands and guided her mouth back on his dick, which she latched onto with her soft lips.  She looked him in the eyes, her mouth wrapped around the hard shaft that completely filled it and winked at him.  For a brief second, Xavier could swear he had seen Candace frown but it just as quickly faded away into her unusually lusty stare.

She moaned louder and faster as she picked up the pace on his rigid cock, finally bringing her boyfriend to climax.  Hearing him groan, Candace pulled his dick out of her mouth in time to receive his complete load on her face.  Slowly, the cum coated more of her face and some of her hair before Xavier was done soaking her.  He just sank into the couch, spent.

As if out of a dream, Candace suddenly recoiled, disgusted. "EEEWWWW!!!" she whined, feeling her boyfriend's semen go south on her face, dripping onto her shirt.  "What..." she paused a second, long enough to taste a little of the cum on her tongue, "...why would you cum on my face?"

"Why would... YOU WERE SUCKING ME OFF LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDED ON IT!" he loudly defended himself, mad that it did turn out to be a test in the end.  "You know, Candace... I've tried supporting you whenever you went on one of your feminist tirade, but tricking the person you love and then treating him like a sexist pig afterwards is beyond what I thought you capable of!"

"I... NO!!!" she broke down and cried.  "It wasn't a trick!  I swear, you have to believe me!" she begged, salty tears mixing with the jizz still covering most of her face.

"What do you mean?  Why would you, out of the blue, suck me dry and then hold it against me for letting you?" he questionned her.

"I DON'T KNOW!" she cried out, dropping her arms to her sides. She was obviously just as puzzled as Xavier had become.  "I just..." she started explaining before her gaze settled on his semi-hard penis.  She silently stared at it for long seconds, licking her lips hungrily, lapping some of the sperm that had served as lip gloss for the last moment.

Noticing this, Xavier softly pushed her chin up so she'd make eye contact with him again, making her suddenly snap out of her trance.  The soft moans she produced while tasting the cum in her mouth quickly turned to a gag and a cough.  "What's... what's happening to me?" Candace looked him in the eyes, desperate to understand what was happening to herself.

"I just... I just don't know, honey" Xavier said, increasingly distracted by his girlfriend's lovejuice facial.  "Maybe you could...heh... maybe you could wash all that off and we can think about it together?" he offered a bit nervously considered her fragile state.

Candace nodded and stood up to make her way to the bathroom.  Once she had locked the door behind her, she grabbed a handful of tissues from a box and made a ball with it.  She came up to the vanity and looked at her glistening reflection, the cum stains on her shirt were bothering her less and less as more drops fell from her chin to her chest.  In fact, she wasn't concerned so much with the stains as she was with having the sperm itself be wasted on her shirt.  Quickly, she raised her right hand below her chin, making sure not to lose another drop.  She then brought up her left hand and decided she had no need for the ball of tissues, casually dropping them to the floor as she slowly wiped her face clean with the side of her hand.  Hungrily, she lapped up her man's jizz off her hands like cake batter off a spatula, recovering a bit more from her face each time she made another clean pass at it.  She then headed to the bedroom, licking her fingers clean as if she had just eaten greasy finger food, again moaning from the taste.

"You just licked yourself clean?" Xavier asked his girlfriend.  Saying she wasn't acting like herself was an understatement.  His words seemed to cut through her euphoria for an instant and again she gagged at the taste of semen in her mouth.

"Xavier, honey! Why do I keep doing these things?" she sobbed.  "This isn't me... I don't do things like that" she curled up into a ball in the bed.  He caressed Candace to comfort her, not knowing exactly what to say.

"You don't think something could've put you in that mood? Maybe it's catching me in that bar that made you act that way?" he thought out.  "I don't want you to be scared to lose me.  You don't need to act that way if that's why you did it you know" he spoke softly.

"NO!" she reacted strongly.  "It wasn't the bar!  Seconds before I had your cock down my throat..." she squirmed unconciously at her own words, marking a pause.  "Seconds before the... huh... blowjob, I was still mad at you.  I would never have done all that myself" she defended her prudishness, which disappointed Xavier slightly.

"Sorry I said that, I didn't mean... whatever..." he said, yawning.  He pulled the covers over both of them.  "Let's go to sleep, we'll figure this out some other time, it's not like it's an emergency"

"I guess so" she yawned too.  They both fell asleep pretty quickly after their emotion-filled evening.

The next day, Candace woke up spooned with her boyfriend.  She felt his limp dick nestled between her ass cheeks and smiled.  Slowly, she rubbed her behind back and forth, bringing him to erection while he kept on sleeping.  Feeling his engorged cock firmly wedged between her butt cheeks, she rubbed herself against it until it almost expertly found its way inside her.  Easily and without lubrication, Candace pounded Xavier's cock in and out of her ass.

If not for the fact that Xavier was moaning softly, he would've passed for comatose, still sound asleep with his moaning girlfriend's anus wrapped around his cock.  She rode him harder, as if waking him up was a challenge.  The harder she fucked him, the louder he moaned until he went hard and started trembling.  She knew he was about to cum and picked up the pace.  He moaned so loud that he woke himself up, finally coming to orgasm inside his prudish lover's ass.

"Candace, what are you...gaah!" he gasped, surprised by the way he was waking up.  Xavier's shocking response snapped Candace out of her trance, now conscious of the warm spunk enema she was receiving.

"Oh my god!!?  AGAIN?!?" she pulled herself off him, freaked out.  Unable to stop, her boyfriend kept cumming, half of his load landing on her cheeks and legs.  She stood up from the bed, leaving him stunned and groggy.  Xavier could see his jizz oozing out of her anus, which strangely seemed to stay halfway open, down onto her legs as she made her way to the bathroom in panic.  "What the hell, Xavier?!  This is so inappropriate!" she screamed, slamming the door behind her.

"What the... WHAT? I WAS SLEEPING!!" he yelled back at her through the door.

"Oh right, that's convenient!  How the heck do you explain fucking my ass while sleeping?" she defied him.

"How the hell do you explain me working me up to an orgasm before you realize I'm eight inches deep in your rear?!" he fired back.

"I..." she fell silent.  Xavier could only hear her rummaging inside the bathroom.  He assumed she was cleaning herself but again didn't hear the water run at all.  He just paced back and forth into the room and sat on the edge of the bed.

After a moment, he heard some fiddling at the door and she stepped out, shielding her view of him with her hands.  "Get dressed!  I can't see you like this, I'm going to work!" she told him, obviously still tense from her morning ordeal.

She took the bus to work as always.  During her transit, she couldn't help shift about, her clothes apparently too large for her.  Candace kept pulling her loose skirt up, her waist seemingly thinner than usual.  She also felt the cool air caress her belly at the same time, her shirt riding higher than normally though she couldn't place her finger on the reason why her clothes fit so awkwardly.

Her day working retail in an urban clothes shop was mostly uneventful until halfway through her shift when two pretty faces walked in.  Candace consciously felt that unnatural feeling return to her again this time.  She smiled at both of them, getting their attention.  They walked up to her.

"Hi, can I help you?" she fluttered her eyes.  Both guys seemed to be staring at her chest then eyed each other.

"Uhmm... sure, I was looking for some new pants" one of the two told her, the other guy just nodded.

"Let me show you our great selection of pants" she said cheerfully, leading them to the men's side of the store.  One of the other salesgirl passed by the group and frowned at Candace who didn't see.  She showed her clients the pants and let them pick a few.  A quick instant later she was guiding them to the changing rooms.  William, the boy who was trying on the clothes, came out multiple times to get his pretty salesgirl's approval.

"This really shows off your nice butt..." she said of the first pair he tried, winking at him.

"These make you a bit taller" she offered about another pair.

"This pattern just makes everything bigger..." she told him, wide-eyed.  William cleared his throat and swallowed.  His buddy, Stephen, crossed eyes with him and made an effort not to laugh at her comments.

"What is this?  A porn movie?!  This girl tries too hard... she almost oughta be a stripper instead" Stephen thought, observing the girl who served his friend.  Stephen eventually went back onto the floor to shop for himself.

William tried a new pair and opened the door.  "I've got a problem..." he said pointing at his feet, covered by the pants.  

"Oh, let me help you with that" she offered him, pushing him back into the stall.  She bent down on her knees in front of him and started folding his pants' legs.  "We have a tailor on site if you need the legs done... it takes about two hours" she said, now eyeing the obvious bulge in his crotch.  Without being asked, Candace pulled his pants open and started slipping them down.  "Those are some tight pants you picked, that pretty, hard penis can't breathe..." she said, almost hypnotized and still dragging the pants down despite William's protest.  The pants were so tight they pulled his boxer shorts with them, landing his hard dick on her right cheek as it sprung out.  

"What the hell are you doi...aaaah" William started whining before his complete length found its way down Candace's throat.  She closed her eyes and moaned as she felt him pull in and out of her.  She couldn't quite explain why her mouth felt so good being fucked, almost as good as taking it in the pussy, she thought.  Her knees went weak and she fell on her butt, where she layed against the wall, her arms falling at her sides, limp.  Out of strength and lightheaded, she simply sat there slowly moaning as she got repeatedly stabbed in the face by William's cock.

"I got this shirt and this pair of pants I'd like to try oooOOH MY GOD!" Stephen almost screamed out before controlling the volume of his voice, his shock understandable at seeing his friend being serviced by the salesgirl.  The odd part he thought, was that she wasn't really sucking him, it was actually him fucking her mouth.  She simply whimpered pleasurably, sitting on the floor... getting used.  If there was a distant part of her that was horribly disgusted by her current behavior, it was having too much fun to manifest itself.  William was already on the brink of orgasm when Stephen showed up and surprised them.

"Oh shit!" he pulled out in surprise, unloading on her face.  Stephen's eyes went wide as his friend came on the salesgirl, his stare stuck on the poor girl's jizz-stained face.  William nervously pulled up the pants, barely done cumming.  He stormed out of the stall with all the clothes he had tried.  Stephen stood there, still staring at her.  She breathed heavily, her lusty eyes half-closed from exhaustion and the weight of the cum on her eyelashes.

"Some clothes...ah... you wanted to... ha... try on?" she panted, still catching her breath as she addressed Stephen.  Completely mute, he nodded as he held up the shirt and pant he had picked earlier.  "Let's try those on right now, shall we?" she said sexily as she motionned him forward with her finger.  Stephen stepped inside the changing room and closed the door behind him.

Candace's shameless display of horniness already gave him a painful hard-on.  He was grateful she didn't care about being delicate, getting quick relief as she already had his pants down to his ankle.  It was clear since William had left that none of this was about the clothes anymore.  She jerked him off with one hand while she pulled herself up with the other.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass!" she demanded, looking him in the eyes, her already sex-covered face conveying the sincerity of her orders.

"But..." he could only start before she had lifted her skirt and was already pushing her butt cheeks against his pelvis, his whole shaft buried deep inside her unnaturally soft, smooth asshole.  He could only grit his teeth as she held his hands forcefully on her buoyant chest and kept up her pumping motion.  

"Isn't my ass the smoothest you've ever fucked?" she lustfully whispered in his ear as she pressed herself against him, finally bringing him uncontrollably to orgasm, filling her rear with his warm semen.  Spent, he quickly pulled out of her and grabbed all his clothes, leaving Candace on the floor, covered in love juices.

Candace could hear William and Stephen pay for their clothes at the cash register.  She could make out the voice of her colleague Denise who was doing the transaction.  It was when the cashier asked for their salesgirl name that Candace heard her name, snapping her out of her daze.  Still a bit groggy from exhaustion, she heard the cash register ding and the clinging of small change as Denise slammed the cash drawer shut.  The regular sounds of her workplace slowly brought her back to reality.

A sharp yelp coming from the changing rooms got Denise's attention and she went to have a look.  She came upon Candace sitting on the floor, desperately sobbing.

"Are you crying?  What's wrong?" Denise asked, genuinely concerned.  Her distressed colleague looked at her with a true look of confusion in the eyes, trying to hold back her tears.  "Is this... is that cum?!" she asked more seriously, her concerns taking a backseat to work ethics.

"I... I didn't mean... I just..." she searched for the words, "... I just ...what's happening to me?" she cried out.

"You're probably getting fired is what's happening to you, Candace.  Five times this month already?!  You've got clients actually coming back and looking specifically for you and it's pissing off all the other salesgirls because then they don't sell..." Denise fumed at her colleague.

"Five times?  But it's the first..." she started explaining, confused at why Denise would think she does this all the time.

"Riiiight, the first time?  You might want to try that excuse with the other girls, but not with me.  Not with all the boss is telling me.  Do you even know how much it costs the store to get the changing rooms cleaned whenever you decide to use it for one of your more spirited sales pitch???" she interrupted and asked her rhetorically.

"But... I don't do those... things.  It's not me!" Candace protested.

"It's not you?  Yet you're the one that ends up with a face full of cum?  How does that work?" Denise interrogated her, knowing there was no answer to the question.  

Candace fell to her knees crying, putting her hands to her face in shame, the semen webbing between her fingers.  She retracted her hands and stared at them in disgust at first, then tears in her eyes she looked up at Denise and said "Help me!" and uncontrollably licked from her right wrist to the tip of her fingers, moaning and frowning at the same time because of her conflicted feelings.

"Urgghh!" Denise was revulsed, immediately grabbing a brand new pair of panties off a clothesrack and throwing it at Candace.  "I'm taking that off your pay just for making me see that... clean yourself up and go home, I'm sure the boss will call you.  You should be ashamed to use your body like that, objectifying us women..." she sneered at her.  Candace grabbed the panties and wiped her face with them.

"Thank you..." she said sheepishly.  "I'm so sorry..." she still sobbed, standing up to her feet.  As she passed her colleague, Denise's stare went to something shiny between Candace's legs and grimaced when she realized there was a second load dripping down the inside length of both her legs from beneath her skirt.  Candace finished cleaning herself as she walked out, throwing the panties into one of the trashcans littering the mall.

Still under the shock, she called up Xavier on her cellphone.  She got antsy waiting for him to answer.  "Pick up already!" she almost threw the phone in anger.  Something was happening to her and the people around her and it almost drove her insane trying to figure out what triggered her episodes.  

"Y'ello!" Xavier answered.

"I did it again!" she almost screamed into the phone making Xavier pull the phone away from his ear on his end of the line.

"Did what again?" he asked her matter of factly.

"I sucked and fucked a guy...guys!" she broke down and cried, sitting down on one of the benches lined up against the handrails of the floor she was on.

"You su... again, you say?  You cheated on me before?!" he was shocked.

"No... I mean..." she paused, actually reflecting on it, "...no!  But Denise said I did that all the time at work... I don't know what to believe anymore... I'm not acting like myself since yesterday night" she tried to explain to herself as well as her boyfriend.  She looked in her purse for tissues while waiting for her boyfriend to respond.

"I've... noticed.  Maybe you should come back home where you'll be safe, I'll take care of you.  Can you ask Denise for the rest of the day off?" he asked her, not knowing she had already been relieved from work.

"She let me clean myself and then she kicked me out for the day..." she sobbed again, reminded of the event.

"Just come straight home then..." he told her.  Candace agreed it seemed like the best course of action until they figured out what made her act this way.  They hung up and she started to make her way back home.

As she walked, Candace felt her skirt slowly inch downward as her thinner hips couldn't hold it in place anymore.  She pulled her skirt back up and her attention soon went to the bra straps digging into her shoulders.  She smiled widely as she went past a store displaying all sorts of glittery shirts and copious amounts of tacky plastic jewelry.  She looked at all the young girls shopping inside the store.  "Look at all these insipid little sluts, dressing up like jailbait at their age..." she thought as she found herself walking inside despite her best judgement, possessed by this familiar feeling again.

She flipped through the clothesracks, looking for something that would hold around her tiny waist.  A salesgirl came up to her.

"Well well well... Candace Sweet!  You haven't changed a bit!" the salesgirl said without introducing herself.

"Steph... Stephanie Tucker?!" she didn't remember her old acquaintance working in this store.

"Wow... you remember my name?" Stephanie said, honestly surprised.

"Sure, Stephanie!  We were in The Mathemagicians back at Hefner-Flint High!" she explained.

"In The Mathemagicians?!  Right!" she chuckled.

"What does that mean?  Weren't you in The Mathemagicians?" Candace was rightly puzzled because she clearly remembered Stephanie from her extra-curricular activities.

"Sure, I was.  But YOU never wasted any of your time in there..." she explained.  "You had the right idea all along, even though I might not have admitted it back then.  I should've been dating like crazy, like you were.  I kinda envy you for embracing what you are, you know?" she nodded towards Candace's chest.  "I've been saving up for a boobjob too" Stephanie said with obvious envy in her eyes.  Candace's eyes went down to her own chest for the first time in more than an hour and where she didn't use to see so much as a bump were standing two large breasts, firm and projecting unnaturally from her chest.

"Holy shit!" Candace's reaction seemed a bit off to Stephanie, as if she had just seen her breasts for the first time.  Her usually loose shirt was starting to hurt as much as her bra, drawn tightly across her chest.  Stephanie offered a new shirt and skirt to her stripper-looking customer upon hearing the ominous ripping of her seams.

Candace ran to the changing booth, her firm breasts barely bouncing.  As she closed the door behind her, she unfolded the shirt to have a look at it.  It was a baseball-themed tummy T-shirt with the team name 'Pornstars' written in glitter on the front.  She turned it over to see the number 69 printed under the player name 'Bimbo' in the same glitter that covered the front.  She cooed in delight, hanging it on the door hook before taking off her own shirt.  She pulled slightly on the hem of her shirt and it quickly tore to shreds off her back, revealing her new bust.

"I'm... this is me?  Is this..." she wondered, prodding her spherical hooters, biting her lip softly, stiffling a groan.  "Is this silicone?!  I HAVE PLASTIC TITS!!!" she couldn't believe it even hearing herself saying it out loud, looking at the unnatural D-cups she now had.  As much as part of her was aroused, another part of her wanted to cover herself up quick.  She put on the new shirt which felt as tight as the previous one yet seemed more stretchy and followed with the skirt.  She looked at her reflection in the mirror lining the booth and started breathing heavily, touching herself, caressing her new artificially inflated tits.  A knock on the door finally brought her back to reality and her shy personality came back long enough to make her pay for her new things and make a hasty retreat, drawing envious looks from all the young girls in the store which made her feel uncomfortable in this new body of hers.  "You can have it if you want..." she thought of her body from the girls' looks, she didn't want any of it, still in incredible denial from the obvious pleasure she had taken in all she had done so far.

She thought her misadventures almost over as she finally stepped out of the mall into the sunlight.  She walked down to the bus stop, drawing attention from all the guys she crossed.  She smiled and swayed her butt in a sexy manner as she walked past them.

As she waited for the bus, a group of guys she had crossed in the parking drove up to her in a minivan.  "Hey there, beautiful!  Are you waiting for the bus?" the front passenger winked at her.

"Yeah..." she said, trying not to get too interested.

"Because, you know... we had a seat left in the van and thought you might want a ride, for free... just because we're nice" he smiled to her again.  She stood up and walked to the passenger window.

"That would be soooo nice!" she giggled, truly appreciative.

"My name's Jon and this is Rocco..." he held out his hand to her and pointed at the driver with the other.  The side door of the van slid open.  "...and this is Ron, Randy aaand Peter" he grinned.  Candace licked her lips as she stepped into the van's back, feeling her shirt slowly getting tighter some more.

Two hours later, Xavier was sitting in the living room after coming out of the shower, still wearing a towel wrapped around his waist while he watched TV.  Hearing the door open, he looked towards the entrance and saw an unfamiliar girl drag herself to the bathroom leaning her arm against the wall, spent and seemingly drained from having cried a lot.  The sobbing girl slowly closed the door behind her.

"Hello?!  Hey!  Who are you?!" Xavier asked the girl who had just intruded into his house.  He looked closely at the wall and saw a shiny trail where she had put her arm.

"You can see the change?!" she said happily, opening the door.  Xavier pulled back in surprise, barely recognizing his naturally timid girlfriend.

"Didn't... didn't you say Denise made you clean yourself before you left?" Xavier couldn't find exactly the right first question to ask as he looked at her.  Behind the copious amounts of fluid that painted her face and new clothes, Xavier tried to take in all the changes she had gone through.  "Candace, I don't understand... I've never seen you like this... I mean the way you're acting..." he tried to look away at what he knew wasn't his own sperm, knowing his normal girlfriend would never even have let him cum on her face, let alone what he estimated to be at least three guys loads.  His stare was easily attracted elsewhere anyways.  "Don't even get me started on how you look..."

Candace now looked easily twice as big as the stripper she had caught her man with the week before.  The letters that spelled 'Pornstars' on her shirt were stretched across her huge bust, covering the bowling balls she had for tits.

"Xavier... you're the only one that saw the change, everyone's treating me like a slut, like an object.  They treat me like that's all I've ever been!" she cried, falling into his arms.  He pulled away when she tried to rest her head on his shoulders.

"Maybe... maybe you should take a shower..." he offered.

"I... I know... sorry" she said sheepishly, heading to the bathroom.  She turned on the shower and went to the mirror while the water heated up.  She saw her reflection for the first time since she had left the mall, she gasped in shock when she finally realized exactly how big she had become.  "I'm so hot!" she whispered to herself, again frowning as if the prude Candace was trapped somewhere deep inside her mind.  Well aware that the shower was now ready for her, she still found herself uncontrollably cleaning herself up by hand and tongue.  Tears slowly leaked from her eyes as she moaned loudly, Xavier's knock at the door finally broke the spell long enough that she could throw herself in the shower, cleaning the rest off her.

She sat in the bathtub, getting comforted by the hot water.  As she took the warmth in, she slowly started soaping herself up.  The dreadful thought of having to soap her private parts or her breasts came to terrify her, knowing that would probably make her lose control again.  Of course, the same dreadful thought provoked her to do that exact thing and she soon found herself laying down in the bath, twisting her naked, slippery body around as her right hand worked her pussy and she tried to craddle her hefty chest with her left arm.  She gasped out loudly, hissing as she brought herself to orgasm for yet another time that day and noticed that they always felt just as good as the first one.  In fact, she was starting to think they might be getting stronger and stronger.

Finally satisfied this would be as productive as that shower was going to be, she turned the water off and dried herself with a towel.  Looking at her clean face in the mirror, she noticed as well as with the rest of her skin, that her skintone was getting much fairer and even.  Imperfections in her skin seemed to be slowly disappearing.  It even seemed to be smoother than before.

She wrapped the towel around her chest, finding her mid-riff exposed as it barely covered the top half of her body.  She opened the door to the bathroom and stepped out, wanting to go up to her room and put on some clean panties.  She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Xavier in the living room sitting on his towel on the couch, masturbating with his eyes closed.

"XAVIER, NO!" she shielded her eyes too late, already drawn to him.  Just as she was upon him, he clapped his hands and she stopped, blinking.  When she opened her eyes, Xavier had covered his rigid hard-on up and she noticed how her mouth was held in a wide open O shape.  She closed her mouth, looking down in shame and saw she had also lost her towel.  She tried covering herself up when she realised she was naked.

"Sit down, honey.  I... I was just testing something" he said, patting the cushion next to him on the couch.  Candace sat down.  "Is it possible the simplest sexual thought makes you lose control of your body?" he asked her.

"I... maybe... I'm not sure what it is anymore..." she thought and then looked at herself.  "I mean, yeah, sex is all that seems to be on my mind since last night... but none of me being horny explains those breasts and this body!  I can feel the implants inside my tits!  Today, my chest grew and no matter what, people treated me like this was the only size they ever knew me at.  It was aweful!  You're the only one that seems to know I'm not this... this repulsive, sexually objectified caricature of a women.  The only one that knows I'm not a slut!" she continued explaining more of her day.  She kept examining her own, ridiculously proportioned body and started getting sad again.  "You know how much I hate those plastic-tittied bimbos, right?" she asked to make sure he knew this wasn't her usual behavior.

"Of course I know!  You've always disliked air-headed sluts..." he tried to reassure her, making an effort as huge as Candace's implanted breasts not to stare at them.  Xavier could never, ever admit the sight of his new, improved ('at least to me', he thought) girlfriend to be a dream come true, well aware that what she now represented was the exact image she made crusade against.  This was the reason he chose to make sure she would stay in control of her desires while she was around him.  He knew the woman he loved was trapped inside this body, having barely had control of it that day.  "I know you wouldn't willingly cheat on me.  I... I know you're not one of those... ahem... 'plastic-tittied bimbos'" he said.

"But it feels so good to be one..." she whispered in his ear, wedging his left arm between her enormous orbs as she nuzzled up to him.  His cock twitched, pushing the towel off.  She grabbed and softly started to stroke it.

"Candace!!" Xavier clapped his hands sharply.

"It's me Xavier!" she looked at him seriously, without the telltale lusty look she gave him whenever she lost her bearings.  "I'm serious... this body just FEELS so good..." she stated the undeniable.  She slowly noticed how she was still stroking him and she hadn't gone mad with desire yet.  "I... I think I can control it!"

"You can?!" he sounded surprised and almost disappointed, believing his luck come to an end.  A prudish, uptight sexpot wouldn't do him any good, he thought.

She giggled and bounced happily off the couch.  "I... I can control it!" she exclaimed joyfully.  She made a silly dance, her tight, balloon-like breasts barely jiggling.  Dancing, she slowed between Xavier's legs and went to her knees, inserting his cock down her mouth completely, wrapping her mouth tightly around the base of it as she licked the underside of it.  He rolled his eyes as she pulled him out of her warm mouth.  She jumped back up and started dancing again, a sliver of unswallowed saliva drooling down to her chin as she smiled.  "See?  I'm still me!  I can control it!"

Xavier shuddered in pleasure, more confused than ever.  "That's not quite how my Candace would have proven her point..." he breathed heavily.

"I... I know..." she squirmed, rubbing her legs together before sitting down next to her boyfriend, sighing.  "It's been killing me all day... the things I've done, not able to control my body..." she continued.  "Now, at last I'm with my lover and it finally feels like this body's mine again... I... I'm thinking maybe... maybe make the most of it tonight and figure it out tomorrow?" she proposed, thinking it awkward that she had to explain her motives for wanting to have sex.  Oddly, she suddenly found herself scared that she had turned her boyfriend off to fake looking girls like she now was, and an old part of her hoped she had achieved just that.

"Are you really serious?  You, Candace Sweet, would do that?" he couldn't believe it.

"I can't explain it... but I don't mind my body as much as I should.  I know I shouldn't be that way.  When I was shopping for my...heh... Pornstars T-shirt in that store, all the young women looked up at me with envy" she giggled.  "They wanted to be like me... my thin waist, full lips and fake tits... and I wasn't nearly as big as I am now.  If my body stays the way it is and I stop turning into an airhead, maybe I could break the image of sexual object that I have now since I'm an intelligent person, right?" the usually demure girl seemed to desperately try to justify herself.

"Don't ask me to be the voice of reason here, Candace.  We've been together long enough that you should know I don't simply love you for your body... but this..." he looked her body up and down.  "...it's driving me crazy trying to resist you" he confessed.  She smiled and pressed herself up against him.

"Then don't..." she said, leisurely sliding down between his thighs again, nestling his dick up in her cleavage, inching down slowly until he came out at the top of her fleshy valley.  She licked and sucked him a few times before letting him sink back down between her perfect globes of silicone, wet with her saliva, making it easier and easier to pick up the pace.  With Xavier's defenses finally down, it didn't take much more of that before he found himself erupting out of her cleavage like a volcano, most of his load hitting her chin and dripping back onto her ample chest.  
Still panting hard, she stood up and pulled him up with her, dragging him to the bedroom.  As she layed on the bed and spread her legs too casually, she busied herself playing with her fingers in the puddles of cum littering her upper body.  Xavier observed how fascinated she looked while she stared at her gummy hands.

"You know... you used to be disgusted by this" he reminded her.

"Of course I know.  But I... I kinda got over that today.  Cum's kinda fun when you really give in to it..." she smiled at him, tracing a finger on her chest, amassing semen that she brought to her lips.  "Plus it's edible... or there's always the shower, I guess" she smirked, decidedly sounding like the latter was the lesser desired option.

Xavier finished undressing and jumped in bed, taking advantage of his very own pornstar before she changed her mind, finding himself wishing she would never change back.  Little did he know she made a similar wish as she felt her lover's revitalized cock penetrate her.  That night, Candace wondered why she had always acted so reserved before, she felt stupid now that she realized how much fun sex could be.  With the right body.

Saturday morning, the alarm clock went off at 11AM sharp, waking only Candace who had forgotten to turn it off the night before.  She only used it on days she worked, which wasn't the case today.  She looked at her boyfriend, passed out from exhaustion the night before.  The latter somehow hadn't kept her from getting two more loads out of her unconscious lover.

She went to the kitchen to wet her throat.  It felt so dry, making her wonder if she hadn't slept all night with her mouth wide open.  She filled a glass with water and took a huge sip of it and then another.  She decided to head back to bed and wake her man up.

As she approached the bed, she leaned over Xavier and a huge wave of cold water rushed out of her mouth onto his face.  He jerked violently and woke up, startled.

"Jeezu... what the...?  Why'd you throw a glass of water at me?!" he questionned her, drenched.

"I... I don't get it, I drank that water!  I swallowed it, I swear!" she said, unable to explain why the water hadn't gone down as it should.  Xavier blinked a few times, wiping the water off his face.  Somehow, waking up to his surgically enhanced girlfriend made the small accident a bit trivial.  He wouldn't dream of getting mad at her while she might still be in a fragile state so he calmed down pretty quick, prefering to take advantage of the bubblier Candace while it lasted.

He pulled her playfully towards him, making her crash down on both fleshy orbs, giggling and suddenly forgetting what had just happened with the unswallowed water.  Xavier sighed, pensive.

"It... hum... wouldn't be appropriate to say I wish you didn't try to change back?  Yesterday, during our fuckfest, you had me hoping you'd keep the boob implants forever.  I kinda like having my little angel filled with so much silicone..." he admitted timidly, caressing the sides of her squashed mounds.

"Bet you'd never have expected me to enjoy a pair of plastic tits, huh?" she shuddered and moaned at his caresses.

"You mean you like them?!  I get to keep you like this??" he said, jubilant.

"Keep me like this?" she said a bit surprised at the comment.  "What an aweful thing to say, I'm not your possession!  I'm not just some toy you can put away when done playing with!  Not just some sexual object..." she sermoned him as she felt his dick slowly come to erection ever since she had layed her pneumatic self down on him.  Feeling this, she unexpectedly took a softer tone, "Well, ahem... not out in public anyways..." she whispered, grabbing his manhood gently.

Candace and Xavier spent the earlier part of their day screwing around, finally both falling asleep from fatigue.

When Xavier woke up and looked at the alarm clock, he saw both he and Candace had slept through the afternoon.  It was 6PM and she was still asleep next to him.  Thinking it would be best not to sleep through the whole day, he shook her softly to get her to wake up.  She stirred a little and he decided to let her slowly get up as he got out of bed and went to the kitchen to brew some coffee.

When he came back, he saw she was lying on her side.  He put the coffee down on the night table and layed next to her in bed, and shook her a bit more.

"Honey, you should wake up" he said.  She stirred and drool came out of her mouth.  Very, very thick drool.  "Candace?" he said, a bit louder.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him.  "HHmmm?"  she looked sleepily at him.  

"You've got some drool here, let me get that..." he said, reaching for her chin, wiping it clean with his finger.  "We should really get up now because we've been sleeping most of the..." he explained to her, suddenly distracted by the stickyness of the fluid he had wiped off his girlfriend's lips.  "Is that..." he blurted out, looking at her closer, seeing more of the liquid inside her mouth slowly oozing out as she layed her head sideways.  "Did you swallow before you fell asleep?!  Your mouth is still filled with my sperm..." he explained to her.

She smacked her lips together and ran her tongue inside her mouth, tasting the salty fluid.  "What do you mea... eeeewwww" she whined out, somehow realizing the cum wouldn't go down, Xavier simply seeing his semen churn in the back of her mouth whenever she tried to swallow.  "What's going oooonnn..." she complained, confused at her state.

"It's so bizarre.  It really gets dark and deep but I think I can see the end of your throat..." he told her.

"The end of my throat?!" she needed that last part explained.

"Well... your throat looks sealed, kinda.  Like your mouth is just a sac... it's so odd" he said, even himself unaware that he was starting to grow an erection.

"What... what are you talking about?!" she panicked, examining her mouth with her hands, happy to find her teeth and tongue intact although covered in the ever-present remains of their last two or three hours of lovemaking.  She pulled her hands in surprise, drawing a thread of cum from her glistening lips to her sticky fingers.

"Your... your hands!" Xavier pointed and stared at both Candace's hands.  She stared, horrified and entranced as her finger drew together, melding together.  The fingers of her hands had joined together up to their knuckles, giving them very little mobility.  

"My... MY... Honey!!!" she freaked out as she saw what remained of her fingers continue their transformation, absorbing each of her digits past the knuckles, taking away her ability to move her fingers individually.  "Oh my god! What's happening to meeee??" she whined while shaking her hands frantically, trying desperately to pry her fingers apart.  Candace had somehow decided to accept having enormous breast implants suddenly show up out of nowhere but just now decided what was presently happening to her was impossible as she gawked, mesmerized at the fleshy mittens she now held up where her hands would be.  She could see a fleshy line grow out around her wrists, circling them like cuffs, puzzled at their appearance.

"Your fingers are gone! This... this is insane! This is impossible! This... this..." he stammered, just as madly confused as she was.

"This feels so good..." she finished for him, absent-mindedly stroking his new erection with her mitts.

"Can... Candace! Something's happening to you!" he reminded her, breaking her sex-induced trance-like state.  She released him, looking at her hands again and seeing that earlier line grow south on both her arms.  It looked as if her arms were tubes of flesh assembled by a machine, she thought.

"This is impossible! I'm... I was supposed to show people busty girls shouldn't be objectified.  I can't... this can't be happening now!" she sobbed, seeing the familiar seams circle her ankles and slowly come up her legs.  Beyond that she saw her toes get absorbed into her feet.  "Mmmy fingers, my toes! They're gone! I'm... I'm transforming into ss... something!" she cried out.  "Help me! The tingling feels so goood..."

"I think that's it! I think you got it, you are transforming into something... an object.  You look fabricated! But why?" he stated the now obvious fact, staring at the seams that started circling the girl's humongous boobs.

"That doesn't help me, you dummy!" she slapped him on the arm with her paddle hand.  The doorbell suddenly broke their argument.  Candace looked silently at Xavier, cupping her breasts with her mitts to point out how she couldn't be the one to answer the door.

Xavier asked her to be silent as he headed for the door, leaving her to listen in behind the master's bedroom door.  She heard him open the door.

"Oh... hey Jenna!  Good to see you!" he chuckled nervously at the sight of his lover's best friend.  Candace's eyes went wide as she heard her friend's voice, wanting to show herself but judged it would be better to stay hidden until she and Xavier found a way to reverse whatever perverse thing was happening to her body.  "Come to see Candace?"

"Yeah, is she around?" Jenna asked, looking around the living room.

"She's... uhmm resting.  She hasn't been quite herself lately" he lied.  Jenna frowned.

"Oh well, you can tell her I've been by and that I had news from the club then..." she said, turning back to the door thinking that simple message would suffice.

"Wait... the club?!" he asked, confused.

"Well yeah... remember when she fought with Bev last week? The boss sent her back home until she calmed down.  It didn't feel right having our star dancer show up on stage pissed off the way she was, you know?" she explained her completely different version of last weeks events.  In the master's bedroom, Candace was shocked to hear what Jenna revealed of her new self.

"I'm... I'm a dancer?" Candace looked at herself in the closet's mirror door.  What other job could a girl with her new body really have, she thought.

"You know, between you and me I think Candace overreacted a bit last week.  You always come to see our shows and she had never freaked out or been jealous about it until that night.  She said some harsh things to Bev" Jenna confessed to Xavier, not knowing her friend was eavesdropping.  "Bev just kept going on all week, fuming about what Candace told her.  She kept on saying that she knew deep down that Candace was more of a blow-up doll than she ever would be" she continued. "That's what Candace called her, you know.  I mean she's my friend and all but I have to side with Bev here.  If only physically, Candace is more of a blow-up doll than Bev.  Even you can admit that, right?  Isn't that what you actually liked about her?" she revealed much that reminded Xavier and Candace of their argument with the dancer last week.

Candace was still staring at herself in the mirror, reminded of Bev's curse both she and Xavier had forgotten when she observed her nipples and surrounding areolas turn an unnatural neon pink.

"Oh... what now?" she whimpered, pouting sadly.  As if triggered by her question, the seams that already lined her arms and legs started circling her shoulders and waist.  A soft gasp later and she felt similar lines come out around both of her breasts.  "Bev, what have..." she gasped, tears coming to her eyes, "...what have you done to me?!" she cried.  She slowly caressed her own body, coming down from an involuntary orgasm.  She tried to calm down and collect her thoughts but seemed unable to do so as her body started tingling all over very faintly at first.  She could only focus on the voices outside her room.

"You know, the way I know Bev... she probably just wants a simple apology" Jenna thought out loud.  All the while, the tingling felt more and more present throughout Candace's body.  Jenna turned towards the door again.  "So I was just passing by to see how she still felt about the whole thing and try to make her see the whole thing from our perspective.  Tell Candace about my visit, alright?" she said as she opened the front door ever so slightly still waiting for Xavier's reply.

Meanwhile, Candace grabbed and scratched herself all over, the tingling covering every inch of her skin all the way to the middle of her being.  It tickled and itched everywhere at the same time.  She pushed her back hard against the door, shaking the picture frames on the other side of the wall she leaned against as she experienced a thunderous orgasm.

As she came down from her orgasm, she noticed she didn't feel the tingling anymore.  She felt simply numb all over, as if her nerve endings had overloaded.  Candace could hear Jenna ask Xavier to pass along her message.

"Sure Jenna, I'll tell Candace you came by..." he simply answered as Jenna was getting out, suddenly stopping in her tracks.

"Who?" she turned back to him, raising an eyebrow.

"Cand... Candace?" he said, nervous and unsure.

"Who's Candace?" Jenna blankly asked.

"Candace is my stripper girlfriend? Your best friend? You came over to tell me she overreacted with Bev at the club..." he hoped one of these would be the right answer.

"I don't know any Candace, silly.  YOU are my best friend, which is why I've come to see you, because YOU have overreacted with Bev back at the club..." she explained slowly, thinking her best friend a bit slow.  Who was this Candace after all?

"But... Jenna, this makes no sense.  What about my girlfriend?" he looked anxiously back at the master's bedroom door, then back at Jenna.  "I have a girlfriend... right? Candace..." he tried to let the name sink in, hoping Jenna would remember.

"Candace... Candace..." she recited, thinking out loud.  "OH! Candy!" she said, as if she had found the solution to a great enigma.  "Were you talking about Candy by any chance?  That's the closest I know to a Candace.  And that you actually call her your girlfriend is..." she looked at him oddly, almost implying he was going nuts.

"What?" he asked back at her, almost thinking he was actually going insane.  "Candy? And that'd be wrong because?" he tried to coax more information out of his 'new' best friend.  Jenna simply giggled back.

"Well maybe I got the name wrong, but wasn't Candy the name of that ridiculously busty inflatable sexdoll you showed me the other day as a joke?" Xavier's eyes went wide as Jenna revealed who Candy was.  If what Candace had said was right and people's perception of her reflected what she turned into, it was grand time he went back into his bedroom.

"Ok...you know what? I'm sorry Jenna but this is getting way too eff'd up for me.  Just because I know you will remember none of this, I will ask you to leave now and we'll talk later or not if you're still my or our friend or whatever when all this is over" he blurted out, unable to contain himself anymore, he had to kick her out and go back to his room.

Closing the door in spite of Jenna's confused questions, he turned back to head to their room.  

Back in the room, Candace felt her numbness disappear in a blink, leaving her feeling nothing.  Feeling hollow, somehow.  Having heard Jenna go out, she crawled away from the door and back towards the bed, still crying.  She was so tired from all the sex she wondered how she still managed to hold herself up, let alone feel so light.  She put the thought aside as she climbed onto the bedsheets.

Xavier barged into the room to see his girlfriend on all fours on the bed.  She seemed to be in tears as he noticed how the seams had covered her body to make her look like the air-filled doll Jenna had said she now was but found she otherwise looked the same as she was that morning.

"C...Candace?" he asked her softly.  She stopped rubbing her chest back and forth on the bedsheets to raise her bum to present to him.

"Oh Xavier!  Please make it stop!  Help me! Please fuck me!" she moaned, spreading her butt cheeks.  Xavier was shocked to see her anus stayed wide open, the inside seemingly made of a pink latex sac.  The surrounding flesh started to look just as glossy as it spread outwards to other parts of her body.

"Jenna..." he paused, taking his breath back after seeing her latest form, "Jenna said you're an inflatable sextoy!".  She rolled around onto her back and pushed herself back against the pillows at the head of the bed.

"It's Be..Busty Bev" she said between fits of moans.  "She really cursed me..." she gasped, groping her breasts.  She felt awkward as she pawed at herself with her soft, new hollow paddle hands.  "I'm becoming it, Xavier! A vulgar sexual object!" she cried out as he observed the transformation, dumb-founded.  He felt completely helpless watching his girlfriend turn into an even more artificial girl than she had already transformed into.

"Your boobs... your skin, I mean... it's changing!" he pointed out what she had dreaded after seeing her seams as the skin around her bright pink nipples turned to shiny latex and spread outwards, quickly turning both of her breasts into plastic balloons.

"Ooooh! Honey, do something!" she ordered him, still grasping at herself, her transforming skin emitting soft squeaks.

"I... I dunno..." he stuttered, not very familiar with exactly what one should do when their lover turns into a rubber pleasure toy.  "Bev!" he blurted out, "Jenna said Bev just wanted an apology... maybe she can reverse this?" he suggested.

"Aaaaggghh... we'll never make it... hiss... in time!" she moaned out as Xavier saw her grab her pussy with both hands, cumming as it moved up from between her legs for better access.  The skin inside turned an artificial pink color spreading outwards to her legs and up her stomach to meet the plastic coming from her breasts.  "Never...in time!  Latex..." she breathed heavily, "...almost completely mmmmhh made of... latex..."

"Maybe... maybe we can get her on the phone?" he exclaimed, grabbing the phone on the nightstand.  He dialed the operator in panic as he didn't want to lose sight of Candace by going for the phonebook.  "Lovedolls!" he blurted out into the phone.  "No, no!  Not a sexshop! The gentleman's club I mean..." he said, fidgeting as his girlfriend twisted on the bed with more of her skin being covered by the smooth, shiny rubber skin of the doll she was becoming.

"Fasteeerrrr honey! I can't...am not...unggh, oh goood!" she moaned out, squirming as she felt her ass mimic her vagina and its latex sac rose from between her tight ass cheeks in another orgasm.

"She'll be right there... she's on stage right now..." he told her, feeling a bit dumb as he held the phone, helplessly observing his girlfriend lose the last few remnants of her humanity.

"Oh goahh... I can't...can't take much... more" she breathed out as if she had ran a marathon.  She grabbed onto Xavier's shirt desperately and awkwardly with her plastic mitts as she was racked by another orgasm.  He could see tears coming out of her eyes and pleasure on her face as the insides of her already sealed mouth became bright pink, still shining with all the cum they had been too preoccupied to clean out.  Just as he stared, she cried out yet another orgasm as her teeth pulled back into her gums and her tongue joined her bottom lip.  The artificial rubber hole in her face started spreading its plastic payload on more of her face.  Xavier wanted to drop the phone that instant and take care of his lover who needed his attention but Busty Bev still hadn't come to the phone.

Almost completely transformed, Candace arched her back and moaned one loud, last time as her new inflation plug pushed out of her back, making her transformation into a sextoy physically complete.  "I'm... I'm so sorry!  Oh goooood Bev, I'm so sorrrryyyy!" she cried out in ecstacy, again wishing it didn't feel so good.

The tingling suddenly stopped.  The hollowed out girl whimpered as she came down from her series of orgasms, collapsing on the bed.  Almost at the same instant, a knock came at the door.  Xavier exchanged a look with the living toy he might now have to share his life with.  He handed her the phone and went to answer the door.

As soon as the door was opened, Bev walked in like she owned the place.  She only slightly glanced at him and went for the mini-bar in the living room as if she knew the place already.  She poured herself a drink, finally acknowledging him.  "Hi Xavier honey! Where's our little air-filled slut?" she purred like she did with all her clients.  

Xavier just frowned back at her, fuming at the thought of his plastic lover.

"Awww... too soon?" she teased him.  She grabbed her drink and headed for the hallway, knowing Candace's location anyway.  She opened the door to a very horny Candace.  Xavier, trailing behind the stripper, was shocked at the sight of his girlfriend.  She rocked on the bed, every single one of her rubber holes filled by toys he ignored the existence of.  

"Apology accepted!" she exclaimed, smiling.  She looked on as Candace just slowly turn over, laying on her back with the dildo still stuck in her rear latex sac.  The helpless doll stared at her tormentor, her legs spread in a vulgar pose somewhat involuntarily, a vibrator buzzing in her glossy love box.  "Feels good don't it, Candy?" she asked with a smirk.

"What... what have you done to me?" she growled at her, hissing as she tried to hold her moans back.

"Much less than you think,actually..." she smiled.  Candace was furious at the nerve Bev was showing.  "Well... I guess making you a lovedoll is kind of a big deal, but the point remains."

"You're cra... crazy!" Candace stuttered between orgasms.  "Someone oughta..." she started before Bev interrupted her.

"Do you really wanna go there again, after apologizing to me?" she asked the shiny girl.  Candace just glared at her silently, pouting before her ruby red lips went back to their now more natural O shape.

"Just what are you? A witch or something?" the toy asked, willing her legs to close into a more decent pose though nothing would hide the pink plastic pussy that had moved up from between her thighs.

"Close enough" she simply answered.  "I'm someone that can show an insulting, self-righteous girl what exactly she's all up in arms about... I thought I'd let you be a sex object just so at least you'd know what you're talking about when you're whining about women being sexually objectified" Bev looked at her with her head cocked to the side.  "I gotta say, you're much calmer than I thought you'd be... then again, I thought you'd never apologize.  Did you know you came this close to being a completely inanimate fucktoy?" she giggled lightly.

"Can... can you turn me back?" Candace asked, looking at her body like it wasn't quite her own.  She looked back up at Bev with pleading eyes, "Please? I don't want this curse!"

"Curse? What harsh words..." she turned her gaze at Xavier who hadn't said a word since Bev had stepped into the bedroom.  "You haven't let Xavier near you since I transformed you? Haven't let him touch you?" she interrogated her, motionning Xavier towards her.  "That's kinda what I made you for, you know?"

"I'm not just some... thing! Xavier knows that!" she protested, her boyfriend laid on the bed next to her, still clothed.  He caressed her stomach comfortingly.  "Xavier...don't, please!" she hissed, her eyes half-closed.  A second or two of his comforting touch and she was starting to moan softly.

"The hex I cast on you was threefold..." she paced back and forth across the room.  "On the first day, I just took away your shame... imagine that! I'm sure you thought I made you a horny slut, but you know what they say about denial, right?" she gave a knowing wink to the repressed slut.  "On the next day, I thought I'd give you something to exploit that new found hunger with a body that was more along your boyfriend's tastes..." she continued.  Candace gasped at his touch and stared him in the eyes and looked at her exagerated body again.  He simply blushed when she looked back at him and he nodded in approval of what Bev had revealed.  "Finally... I thought it fitting to turn that cute body of yours into shiny, smooth latex.  It would only be fair to make you into the lovedoll you called me.  Plus, it oughta make you easier to clean, what with all the use you'll get..." she teased.

"FAIR?! You're si..." she held her words back, pointing her whole glossy hand at her accusingly, for lack of having individual fingers.  Bev sighed.

"So... you want to be turned back to boring, pain-in-the-ass Candace?" she asked her, frankly bored at the prospect of turning back what she considered one of her best work so far.

Oddly enough, Candace didn't answer right away, lost in thought.  "Could I..." she looked down at her chest and at Xavier, "Could I keep... could I keep the implants I had yesterday?" she asked sheepishly, almost surprised she considered negotiating, though in light of what she had learned of her lover's true, unspoken tastes, thought she might make him slightly happier.

Bev heard Candace's request and rubbed her chin, as if deep in her thoughts.  "Mmmh... no!" she paused, letting her answer sink in for the shocked doll.  "See, I was just considering turning you back to normal since you asked.  So I'm going to give you two choices, non negotiable" she said boldly.

"I don't like where this is going..." Candace said.

"Here are your two choices!  If you like those new funbags so much, you'll have the chance to keep them... as part of your sexy new latex and rubber body OR I can change you back to normal like you want.  Nothing in between.  Getting your shiny body to look this great took enough work as it is..." she said, giving Candace her ultimatum.

"You can't be serious!" she stared at Bev and then her new body one more time.

"Candy, my precious.  I'm surprised you're even thinking on it, the answer should be so obvious, shouldn't it?" Bev poked fun at her host.

"Candace, honey! Say it before she decides to leave you like this!" Xavier pressed her to make a decision.

"Isn't it obvious Xavier?  I think our little Candy here likes the idea of being a toy, your toy... likes the idea of having her inflatable body taken care of by her lover..." she thought out loud.  Candace's silence was rather telling.  Ashamed but agreeing with every word Bev said, Candace started sobbing softly.

"Candace?" he looked at her expectantly.

"Tell you what! I'll let you test drive that tight, air-filled body of yours for the weekend..." she said casually, confident in what Candace's final choice would become.  "I can't believe you'd still be undecided after a weekend of this..." she smiled wickedly.  Bev slowly turned towards the door, almost as if waiting for some last words from her hosts.

Bev closed the door behind her, Xavier was still awestruck at the turn of events, staring at his lover he expected to be back to flesh by now.  Bev made a mistake, he thought.  The Candace he knew would've asked to be changed to normal without a second thought.  

He opened the bedroom's door to get Bev back but she was already gone much like she had appeared as if summoned by his girlfriend's apology.  Not bothering to close the door, both of them alone again, he turned to his girlfriend realizing what this weekend reserved for both of them.

"Honey?" he turned towards the buzzing, vibrating doll on the bed.  "Are... are you ok?"

"Xavier, baby! This bod... this body... awww... I want you to fuck me so bad!" she whined out, almost as if in pain.

"Candace... Are you sure you kn.." he started.

"I'm sure I want to have felt your warmmmh... cock in each of my pink rubber holes by the time she's back to transform ahhh...me!" she said, breathing heavily as she came from the two vibrating toys pleasuring her lower openings.

"Crazy talk!" he said back at her.  If she was too caught up to realize what lunacy she spoke of, he would protect her from her own self.  "Just look at yourself!  Have you forgotten what she's turned you into?!" he asked her rhetorically.

"I know: a plastic doll... your plastic doll" she said very calmly.  "A degrading sexual plaything? Is that it?" she smiled, before her mouth turned back into what now felt to her like its more natural O shape.  "You sound like me, Xavier! Can't you see? She said it's either this..." she waved her hand over her body, presentor-style.  "...Or be turned back to normal.  Of course I can't keep a body like this, so shouldn't we make the most of it while we can?  I did this for you! She said you prefered my body like this..." she explained and waited for his answer expectantly.

"I just wanted to make sure you..." 

"I know... but we'll be fine for the weekend... ahem... with the body you prefered" she smiled teasingly, wanting to hear him admit it.

"I didn't tell her any of that, I swear, she must read minds or something" he said.

"So you DO admit you prefer me this way?" she insisted.

"Oh man!  The old Candace is definately still there" he chuckled.  She slapped him on the arm playfully.  "Well, she said she made the body for me.  But making you rubber and putting an inflation plug in your back is her own doing" he swore.

She turned around and faced him on all fours, her limbs squeaking like a bouquet of balloons rubbing together.  "It's aaahhh... it's kinda kinky when you think about it" she moaned as the toys slipped out of her orifices while she crawled towards his end of the bed.  "Easier to clean, like she said.  Should make the use of our time more efficient, no?" she winked at him.

"I can't believe this" he wiped his sweaty forehead.  "What's gotten into you?!" he stared at her wide-eyed.

"Air!" she lauged out.

"Smartass!" he replied back.

"Look, I was just scared of what I was becoming and now I know I won't stay that way.  I think it's kinda cool because once I stop worrying about it, this body feels great.  You know, I might not like girls with fake bodies and all, but if someone came up and offered me to be one for just one day, why not try it out, right?"  she re-explained herself yet again, aware of how off her new shameless personnality seemed to his boyfriend.  She found it cute that he tried to 'defend' her.  Cute but annoying.

As she came up to his end of the bed, she set herself down on her pillowy chest, raised her arms up to his pants and undid his belt, unopposed as he simply observed her.  He thought he could simply talk some sense into her, on the other hand he had decided he wouldn't make any physical effort to stop whatever she tried.  Xavier considered his remaining arguments and judging them weaker than anything Candace had brought up, decided to simply let things unfold.

His belt undone, his plastic companion stared at her next obstacle, the zipper.  She enthusiastically reached for it, and after fumbling with the inscrutable device with her clumsy hands for over a minute, looked up at her boyfriend.  "A little help?" she asked, raising her latex hands in demonstration.  "These things are useless!  They're only good for wrapping around... bigger things" she complained, grabbing his hands in hers and leading them to his belt.

Xavier undid his belt, unable to deny the begging living toy in front of him anymore.  As soon as his pants had hit the ground, he kicked them aside and stepped towards her waiting, wide open mouth.  He entered her mouth sac with such speed and vigor that her soft, weak neck collapsed inwards into her torso as he pushed her head in with each thrust.

"MMmmmpphh! Pppphhh!" she complained through the whimpers she emitted, batting her hands at his thighs, trying to push him away.  He stepped backwards, pulling his whole girlfriend back with him.  He had to hold her hollow head firmly with both hands to pull his cock out of her face.  She moaned out loud one more time as he came out with about one inch of her rubber tunnel sticking inside out from her lips.  He lovingly pushed it back in with his thumb, which she suckled on before letting go.

"You didn't change your mind already, did you?" he asked her.  She shook her head no and pointed at the night table.

"L..Lube!" she panted.  "My... my holes... they need lube" she told him, coming down from the series of orgasms he had just given her despite all that friction.

Xavier quickly ran to the drawer and grabbed the tube found within.  He opened it already as he walked back in front of her.  He tilted the watermelon flavored lube down her throat as if he was feeding an infant with a milk bottle.  She hungrily swallowed enough to make her mouth glimmer with the slippery substance.

"Fuck it, honey! Fuck my mouth hole!" Candace gasped, her usual reserve gone.  The lube webbed between her lips as she spoke.  Her boyfriend didn't waste any time before filling her orifice with his hard manhood.  Overwhelming feelings came over her as she felt her mouth embrace each single inch of skin that slid through her rubbery red lips.

In and out repeatedly, Xavier feverishly pumped his cock into his girlfriend's hollow head.  She moaned loudly behind the rigid organ that filled her mouth sac to capacity.  A brief moment later, Candace was rolling her eyes as her boyfriend came out of her mouth, spurting thick ropes of cum in and around the ruby ring her face now had.

Spent, the inflated girl laid on her back in the bed, sighing.  "It... it tastes so sweet!" she moaned, sweeping as much of the jizz as she could into her hole with her hand.  

Xavier figured her latex body, and possibly also the pressure from the air filling it, caused her to be so sensitive.  She craved sex like she never had before, though admittedly that wasn't saying much.  For the following four hours, he used his fucktoy lover like she had almost begged him to.  

It was late in the evening and she had barely left the bedroom the whole day.  She laid on her side of the bed, both of her front openings and a large surface of her shiny skin were slippery and glistening with all the cum she had pumped out of his tired cock.  Her open rear hole was in a similar state, leaking on the bedsheets underneath her.

Xavier came back to bed with a glass of water and sat on his side.  His girlfriend pulled gently on him, wanting him back in the horizontal position.  Once accomplished she climbed on all four on top of him.

"Ready for another go, love?" she grinned and winked at him, still full of energy.  Xavier shielded his face with his hand.

"Ugh... ah! Candace, you're dripping on me, get off!" he softly picked her up and laid her back down on her side of the bed.  "I just took a shower.  Why... why didn't you clean yourself?" he asked his messy girlfriend.

"Pffaahh... right now I'm a doll, and dolls don't clean themselves" she teased him.

"Because dolls usually can't move..." he reasoned.

"Dolls. Don't. Clean. Themselves" she repeated, turning onto her side and looked at him, giggling.

"Suit yourself, my little toy!" he quipped, reaching behind her and pulling her air plug open.

"Wha?? WAIT! I still want to fuuuaaahhhmmmhhh..." Candace's complaints turned to a slow moan, quickly drowned out by the loud hissing of her deflating body.  Wrinkles started appearing on her previously taut latex skin.  She found herself losing the little remaining strength her hollowed out body still had.  Her immense breasts exerted tremendous pressure from within her emptying plastic shell, making her cum throughout her deflation.  Her mind was spinning as she came down from her orgasm, finding herself completely flat on her bed.  "I'm... I'm deflated!  He deflated me like I was just a vulgar sextoy!" she thought to herself, quickly remembering she had pretty much brought it on herself.

Xavier grabbed the soiled, flat heap of latex his girlfriend had become and headed to the bathroom.  She reveled in simply being handled, having her skin touched.  Slowly, he put her mouth around the faucet and turned the water on gently.  One by one, he rinsed her holes in a similar fashion, followed by an overall rinse of her body.  He finished the job lovingly with a towel, making sure he wiped away any residue left.

Still lightheaded from this last treatment, Candace nearly passed out from the pleasure felt when Xavier started folding her up, bending her limbs in previously impossible ways.  Her arms and legs folded on themselves, she experienced one orgasm after another as she was reduced meticulously into a neat, significantly smaller square pile of shiny rubber with her face, mouth agape, sitting expectantly on top of it.

He raised her up to the mirror so she could see herself.  "How can this feel so good?!  This is so unreal!  I think I can feel the tip of my hands folded up somewhere near my anus... mmmmhhh" her mind was bombarded with new experiences.  Xavier, mostly oblivious to how intense what she was going through was, was already making his way back to bed.  

He slapped his forehead after looking for Candace's box for about two full minutes, realizing how silly it was to think his newly dollified lover had a box of her own.  He hadn't bought her in a store, after all.

Tired, he turned every light in the room off and lied down in bed.  He brought Candace's tightly folded up body up to his face and kissed her rubbery lips, darting his tongue inside her mouth.  He broke the kiss just as he started breathing heavily, his erection coming back.  He looked her in the eyes and set her down on her pillow.

"You know I just want to inflate and fuck you right now..." he stared at her shiny lips, letting out a long yawn, "...but I'm so tired and I'm out of breath.  I'll..." he yawned, "I'll blow you back up tomorraaawwh" he yawned one last time, shutting his eyes and falling asleep next to his girlfriend's glossy, compact shape.

Sunday morning...

Xavier woke up and got himself a coffee, knowing a simple glance at his girlfriend would waste him precious time.  Once back into his room he slowly dressed himself, taking sips of coffee as he did so.  His mug in hand, he now turned to Candace, pondering what to do of his last day with his inflatable lover.  Finally thinking of something, he grabbed the folded-up girl and slipped her inside one of his large cargo pant pockets, which he was wearing specifically for this today.  He buttoned up his pocket, his girlfriend riding alongside his leg.

He stepped out of the house and into his car, driving off to his destination.  He arrived at his destination at the foot of Mount Bauer and parked before making the rest of the way on foot, hiking up the dirt path to the summit.  After the twenty minute hike to the top, he sat alone on a rock overlooking the mountain.

Xavier took Candace out of his pocket, showing his neatly piled up girlfriend a view of the vista.  "This is so beautiful!" the doll marveled.  He turned her over and looked her lovingly in the eyes as he held the tip of her head, the rest of her body tumbling down and unfolding before him.  He layed a blanket out before draping her slowly on it.  He sighed and realized simply by looking at his deflated girlfriend that he was still panting from his climb.

"Sorry... puff... Candace honey... but you'll have to give me... a moment" he told her before laying down next to her on the blanket, taking deep breaths.  He looked up at the sky for the following five minutes, just like she was forced to do.  Finally sitting back up, he looked down back at her.  "I hope you like this.  Lemme fill you up" he said to her as he grabbed her flat shape in his hands.

Xavier took her valve between his fingers, stroking and squeezing it a little before bringing it to his lips.  He slowly nibbled and ran his tongue around the clear plastic nub that stuck out of her back, unknowingly making her cum in the process.  At last, he took deep breaths and emptied his lungs into her back, making her body take shape slowly.

"Oh my... oh... this is unreal!  I can feel the air rush in, pushing my insides apart!" Candace exulted in the new feelings she had with her rubber body being filled with air for the first time.  The latex girl kept hissing away as her boyfriend blew more and more into her.  "Mmmmmhh!  More!  Fill me up, touch my baaahhhh..." she screamed inside her head just before Xavier placed his right hand on her growing right breast and rested his left arm between both of her breasts as he plunged two of his fingers inside her soft mouth, feeling the cushiony insides become tighter and tighter around his fingers.

All around her plastic body, she could see the wrinkles and creases disappear as she became tight all over.  His previously limp girlfriend was now filled to capacity and found the strength coming back to her air-filled limbs at about the same time as he plugged her valve shut, pushing it in as a finishing touch.

"I... I wish you could keep inflating me..." she panted as she regained her voice as well.

"It felt good?" he asked her.

"Oh..." she gasped.  "It's indescribable..." she huffed as if out of breath from the orgasms though the girl didn't need to breath at all.  "Even being deflated... folded up is... incredible" she tried to explain to him.  She was soon distracted by the view around her.  "You've never taken me anywhere like this before.  How come you're so suddenly romantic now that I'm just a fancy balloon?" she asked him rather directly.

"Honestly?  Because you were so curious and controlling before that I could never have surprised you with something like this, because you ask too many questions..." he explained bluntly though knew she would see this in a new light with the recent changes that had happened to her.  "It just... it was ideal today, I had you already deflated and ready to go..." he continued.  "Was it a good surprise at least?"

She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight, squashing her huge breasts against him.  "It's perfect!  It's so beautiful and it's great you could find a way to take me out on my last day as a doll..." she reassured him.  "I didn't think someone looking like me would ever be able to leave home" she released her grasp on him, turning back to the mountain.

"Yeah, I thought it would be a nice idea..." he said, caressing her smooth leg.  She started sobbing softly, trying to hide it as much as she could.  "Are you crying?!" he asked, puzzled.

"I'm not... I'm just..." she stammered and looked back at him wistfully, "I don't wanna go back!  I don't want to be boring Candace anymore!" she yelled in rejection of her old self, echoing in the valley in front of her.

"You can't be serious, that would mean..." Xavier, taken aback by her admission, started saying.

"Forever... according to Bev, it means I stay like this forever" she acknowledged, rubbing her toeless feet with her plastic paddle hands.

"But you've seen what happened to Jenna!  She didn't remember you, I'm the only one who knows you weren't bought in a store!" he reminded her.

"I spent the night folded up on my pillow, looking at the ceiling.  Believe me, I've thought this through" she tried to convince him.  "Now... if I'm going to be Candy, I'll be highly dependent on you" she said.

"I'll... I'll take care of you!" he said reassuringly, caressing her rubber leg.  She moaned, snuggling up to him.  "But..."

"But?" she asked.

"We'll need to get a pump" he chuckled.  She giggled with him and got up to straddle him.

"Ooooh, great idea!" she agreed, before going down on his neck, puckering her lips with great effort as she kissed his neck and cheeks.  She undid his pants, knowing he had brought her here for a reason.  "Get those pants off already... I feel so empty!" she whined playfully.

Just like he had planned, he fucked his doll overlooking the mountain.  A great smile crossed his lips, he had not planned neither had any idea how life with an inflatable rubber lover would be, but he'd be lying if he said he prefered Candace over the much livelier and inflatable Candy.

The hours that followed just served to prove she had made the right choice.  The sun was just setting when they stopped fucking, every one of her holes full and dripping with Xavier's cum.  Candy looked back at her exhausted owner.  "Lemme guess... you didn't bring anything to clean me?" she asked him.

"Ah, damn!  Huh... I'll just use this I guess..." he said, grabbing his boxer shorts and started wiping his air-filled girlfriend clean.  Heavy with his cum, he threw them in a plastic bag and into his backpack.  "Ready to go home?" he asked her with a smile.

She looked around one more time.  "Already?"

"I'm gonna fall asleep here otherwise..." he told her, squinting his eyes at the setting sun.  "Plus... the bed back home is way more comfortable" he cocked his head to the side with a grin.

The doll's eyes lit up at the mention of a soft bed.  All the pine trees and mountain tops in the world weren't worth a comfy bed.  "Get me home quick then!" she smiled, turning her back to him.  Xavier was very slowly getting used to seeing an air valve stick out in the middle of her back.  She was also getting used to it, evidenced by how she arched her back when he simply grazed it.  She moaned and hissed one last time before he popped his girlfriend open, sending the air filling her rushing out of her body.

Still recovering from his last few orgasms, Xavier laid back down and watched the sky, relaxing as Candace slowly lost her shape and she flattened up on his stomach, draping him like a rubber bedsheet.  He shook his head and slapped his cheeks a few times to keep from sleeping before he grabbed his limp lover.  He made a latex origami out of her before she was slipped back snuggly into his cargo pant pocket.  He looked over the valley in front of him one last time before heading back down into the forest.

About halfway down the mountain, Xavier crossed Busty Bev who was coming up the mountain herself, wearing hiking gear as if she walked the trails every weekend.  "What do we have here?" she said, "Hi Xavier! Enjoying the view uptop with Candy?" she asked him, already reaching for the flap of his cargo pocket.  "May I?" she asked with her hand on it.

He shook his head no and she grabbed Candy from out of his pocket, looking in her face, sighing.  "You know you should thank me, right?  I'm slightly disappointed because you turned out to enjoy your 'lesson' a bit too much for my liking.  That said, I can't say I'm not pleased in the irony of seeing your old frigid self find pleasure in being an inflatable fucktoy" she smiled, gently throwing the limp girl back to her boyfriend.  She put her backpack down on a rock and rummaged through it.  "I got a few things for you in here..."

"Oh, that's... convenient" Xavier said, grabbing the air pump and the cardboard box Bev was handing him.  He looked the box over, which wasn't a simple one but clearly Candy's own box, posed in manners she would never have been seen in before.  Thinking she'd somehow feel better, he slid his folded up lover into the box and put it down in his own backpack with her pump.  "Th...thanks!" he said shyly.

"I figured it might be hard to find a box to store your girlfriend in since she decided to be your toy overnight..." she explained nicely.  "The pump's just a bonus.  I can't imagine the lungs it must take to fill a girl with breasts this huge" she told him, chuckling.

"It takes a while, but my girl's worth it" he said, tapping the backpack she was stored into.  Xavier looked back at his trail and could already see his car through the trees.  He turned back to the busty witch one last time.  "Huh... Bev?"

"Yes, honey?" she said sweetly, looking back at him.

"Thanks!" he told her sincerely, before heading back down to his car.

"Well... I can be nice when you're on my good side" she winked.  "Want to do one last thing for me?  It's a lot to ask since you just got your shiny new toy, but since she's not on a deadline anymore... " she asked with a mischievous smile.

"What's that?" he wondered.

"Mind keeping her deflated for a week before taking her out again?"

EPILOGUE

A week later, Xavier took his formerly feminist turned inflatable sex object girlfriend out of her cardboard residence.  Candace snapped to consciousness by the movement, having been largely unconscious of the passing time that last week.

"I'm being blown up! Finally! OOoohh..." Candy moaned inside her flattened head as she got laid on the bed and felt her pump's nozzle penetrate her opened valve.  "I...mmmmhhh...oh my god!" she came as her insides, stuck together from long periods of being compressed, came apart as repeated gusts of winds filled the hollow girl.  "Ungh!" she grunted in her mind with every pump.  Her arms and legs slowly unfolded as more air was forced into her limbs.  The hollow toy's arms were soon back in a position to hold anyone who would make use of her.  "Come into my arms, let me hold you against my chest!" the inflating doll thought.

She wanted to wrap her air-filled arms around her human boyfriend but couldn't yet, finding any strength she expected still missing when he decided to plug her.

"What gives? Why isn't he inflating me fully? I can't move!" Candy complained.  As if she was heard, Xavier opened her back up and finished blowing her up.  She came to life as he closed her valve.  She gasped and moaned, twisting on the bed.  "It's about time you filled me up! How long as it been?" she asked.

"One week..." he revealed, having wondered how time went by when dolls were deflated.  "...so I guess you don't remember any of..." he started asking.

"Of you inflating me every single day but stopping right before I could move?" she fired back.  Xavier thought maybe Candy would be unconscious when not fully inflated and mobile.  "You think I wouldn't remember you taking me out of the box and inflating me, then you'd fuck me just like a toy you bought in a shop.  Then you deflated me for the next day..." she continued.  "I do remember every time, I just lost count of the days is all..." she tried to glare at him, half unaware that her brow stayed arched in lust.

"I didn't mean to be cruel.  I was just doing this because Bev asked me, I figured we owed her that much.  I just couldn't help myself though, so I kinda cheated, I thought I'd just inflate you a little bit and make sure you stayed immobile.  I'm pretty sure that was the important part of her request anyways" he explained himself.  "You're mad at me?" he asked her.

"I'm..." she paused, thinking.  "I'm really just mad because I expected to be inflated back from the mountain" she winked.  "I'm your fucktoy, after all.  I just feel lucky I can move when I'm full of air..." she told him, getting slowly more familiar with her new body.  Her look turned timid before she looked away.  "I... I think I would've asked you to take care of me if she had said turning into a doll would mean losing all mobility like a regular blow-up doll...I still wouldn't have gone back to old Candace.  I'd still prefer to be a simple inflated fucktoy than that..."

"But, that's impossible, that's not you! A toy... an inanimate one, like an actual, complete sex object.  You've been against this for so long... how does that make any sense?!" he said, clearly puzzled at his girlfriend's sudden desire to remain an air-filled bag of latex at all costs.

"It's been a long time" she started saying.  "Long before I met you... the first guy I ever fucked..." she looked away.

"What is it?" he probed.

"He went around... he went around telling everyone I was a slut..." she almost broke down.  "I had done so many things with him that other girls refused that he got the wrong idea..." she paused and remembered.  "I think he actually did call me a fucktoy too... or maybe it was one of the other kids at school".

"So you turned into this feminist girl instead?" he offered.

"There was no other way.  I got into this whole feminist thing so bad that it ruined his reputation.  People called him a liar because a girl like I had become would never have slept with a guy like him.  My ruse had worked... but I had been so ashamed of myself that I never showed any guys the real me" she explained to her boyfriend.

"The real you?" he arched an eyebrow.

"The slut! The human fucktoy! The girl who wants to scream how bad she wants it!" she exclaimed.  "I even had to hide that from you..."

"Wow, I..." he didn't know what to say.  "But a fucktoy?  A real one? Candace, that's..."

"What I am.  The real me.  Candy the rubber sexdoll!"

The End.