The Girls of Latex Hills University, part 2
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When I came to, I could see I was on a bed.  But it didn't feel like my bed.  No, this definately felt like a boys room.  I tried to get up but I didn't have any strength in me, I couldn't turn my head either to look around.  Any thought I may have had about this whole adventure being a dream was shattered when I focused straight in front of me and saw why I had no strength.

"Oh my god, is that my skin?  I'm flat!  I'm still completely deflated!" I screamed in my mind as I stared at the glossy flesh-colored, crumpled up shape draped on the bedsheets.  "This is horrible!" I cried, "This can't be real, what good would it be to turn me into a doll if it means turning into a useless piece of deflated latex?!"

My ranting was interrupted when I heard some people yelling from what sounded like a floor below.  A man and a girl.  The girl's voice became clearer as I seemed to hear her come up a flight of stairs.

"It's not fair! Plenty of girls my age pump up!" she yelled.

"Not with their mother's air compressor they don't!" he yelled back.  She just banged her heels loudly in response as she came down the hall.

"Jason!" she seemed to be yelling this way.  "Jason, are you there?" she asked as she came into view in the doorway of the room.  She stared at me while I looked at her.  She was like me, she was a doll.  A girl made of latex, except unlike me, she was inflated.  She wore a purple cheerleader's uniform with pink trimming, and as if it were a theme, the uniform itself was also skintight latex.  The hems of her skirt and top seemed to cleave into her skin.  I had so many questions I wanted to ask about all I was seeing.  What she looked like... hell, what I looked like.

I heard a chair creak on my right and saw a young man appear in my field of view from what I guessed was a chair next to the bed.  "What?" he said, as if bothered.

"Who's the girl?" she asked, pointing at me.

"I don't know so I'm looking her up.  I've looked up the city's webpage and I've searched for her in the Lost and Found and also in the Missing Persons section, I've come up blank.  I think it's just a regular sex toy" he shrugged, both of them looking at my limp body.  

"HEY!" I yelled back at him, hoping he would hear me.

The inflated teen shrugged too and looked back at what I assumed was her brother.  "So what's up?" he asked her.

"Would you do me a big favor?" she asked him sheepishly.

"What is it this time?" he played the role of annoyed brother perfectly so far.

"I got a date tonight, a real hot date and that means your big sister needs to get bigger.  But dad won't let me use mom's air compressor, he's almost this close to keeping me from going" she explained.

"And where does that leave me?" Jason asked as he sat down on the edge of the bed, his hands planted near me.

"So I can't use the air compressor and I'm not heavy enough to inflate myself with a foot pump, so you know... the options that leaves me..." she trailed off.  Her brother waited for her to explain.  "Oh come on!  Don't look at me like that, I can't ask dad!" she insisted.

"Whoa, wait!  You're saying you need ME to inflate YOU?" he finally understood.

"Come on!  This guy I'm meeting, Christopher, he owns the Plastic Fantastic and I'm sure he loves big breasts, you've got to help me with this" she begged him.

"But that guy's gotta be like 35! Come on, you're only 18..." he showed a bit of concern.

"...and the only thing that'll have changed about the way I look at 35 is that I'll have my own pump... or Christopher, to inflate me if all goes well.  In the meantime I need bigger tits for tonight and you're the only one that can help" she almost begged him.

"Alright I guess, but you owe me" he stood up as his sister bent over on the bed's edge, facing me.  I could see her brother reach for her plug.

"Wait, wait, wait! What are you doing?" she interrupted.

"What do you mean?  You want me to inflate you, right?"

"Well yeah, but don't you have a foot pump or something?"

"No I don't, Michelle.  Do you?" he snapped back at her.

"I told you I can't use one myself so why would I have one.  It's just... if you do it with your mouth, it's... harder to not like it" she trailed off, almost inaudibly.  "I'm sure she knows what I'm talking about..." she muttered softly to herself looking at me, unheard by her brother.  I just now slowly started to remember how good it felt to have been deflated, but oddly I couldn't remember ever having been inflated at all.  Michelle tossed the rubber strands that composed her hair out of the way, clearing the spot around her inflation plug.

She hissed as Jason popped her open, stiffling a groan.  She lifted up the bed as Jason brought her to his lips, before realizing it and bending down to her valve's height so she could hold on to the bed again.  Jason took a big breath and she shuddered as her arms and legs shot out from the pressure as he blew his first breath into her.  I could see her eyes shot wide open and slowly dropped back as she rolled her eyes up in pleasure.  I just laid down motionless watching, shocked by the spectacle before me.

With effort she brought her legs and arms back to the floor and bed, the pressure building finally in her chest.  She arched her back as Jason blew a second time into her, the air hissed into her as her breasts started inflating.  Slowly I saw her top grow taut and slowly lift off her belly.  She grabbed onto the sheets of the bed and braced for Jason's third breath into her.

"NNnnhgghhh... keep... going, please!" she tried not to moan, her breasts starting to peek out from under the cheerleader's latex tank top.  Her tits had reached the size of volleyballs and still she wanted to be bigger.  Perhaps I was not the only one who unexplainably wished to have a bigger burden up front, but having a lightweight chest made me think of just how big I would've gone with my surgery if I had been given the chance to go as big as I wanted.  Michelle and I probably had common fantasies.  One more breath into her and the girl inflated as big as basketballs.  I saw Jason close her valve and turn her over to face him.  "What are you doing?" she reprimanded him.  His stare just went wide when he turned his sister over, looking at her chest.

"Jeez... Michelle, I went too big.  Sorry!" he popped her open and she protested.

"Wait!" and he put his thumb on her hissing valve as she said so.  "First, you keep that valve open.  Second, you blow more air in me.  You didn't go too big, you didn't go big enough!"

"But..." he started.

"No buts! If I get dumped by Christopher because I'm too small, it'll be your fault.  With him I can't be too big, but I can be too small" she explained.  He just sighed and brought his lips back to her valve.  She brought her hands to her chest to see the size her breasts had taken as they were still inflating in her palms.  In a breath or two, she felt what felt like beachballs in each of her hands.  The pink LHU logo on the front of her purple uniform top had stretched from an inch to becoming a foot wide.  "One more, please!" she begged, her voice wavering as she tried to hold one of her breasts but had to keep at least one hand on the bed.  The sound of rubbing latex came from her chest inflating against her top, her bright pink areolas starting to show from underneath it just as Jason stopped.  Michelle tried to reach around her breasts but couldn't, their foot and a half of diameter proved too big for the length of the doll's arms.

Jason plugged her and put her on the floor.  "I can't do it, I need to catch my breath..." he said, panting as she turned over to him and he backed away in surprise.  "Hoooly..." he put his hands over his mouth after seeing the volume he was shouting at.

"Yeah, they're awesome... for now.  And don't think of deflating me one bit" she warned as she backed away and went for the door, weak-kneed.  "Thanks for the mmmhh... favor" she tried to repress her doll nature.  Michelle walked out the door and went the same way she had come, back downstairs.

The sound of a ceramic vase breaking came from downstairs followed by a stir in the living room.

"OH MY GOD! Michelle, come back here, young woman!" the father yelled out as the sound of the front door slamming shut resounded.  "Jason!  GET DOWN HERE!"

"Awww maaan!" the young man grumbled as he left me alone on his bed.  I heard some indistinct yelling from downstairs.  After a while I heard him come back to his room and slam the door behind him, mumbling.

"Meh meh meh, go to your room... stupid doll had to break the vase... couldn't keep her big tits from getting attention to her and to me..." he grumbled, pacing in his room, grounded.  Until he set his eyes on me, I could see an erection forming in his pants, I was flattered by it.  I was still mad at what I was, but how could I not be flattered when you realize that your freakish body can still give a boy an erection even in it's deflated, crumpled up state.  So yes, I felt pretty good about myself.  He was pretty cute too, in other circumstances I might've struck up a conversation with a guy like him.  But at that moment, I didn't know what my priorities were anymore.

He locked the door to his room and turned back to me, approaching the bed as he reached his arm out.  He grabbed me by the foot and pulled my whole body with one pull.  When he had my waist and most of my body at arm's reach, he grabbed me by the shoulders and flipped me over in his bed.  No event in a girl's life can prepare her to be handled that way, considered my general shape of course but also the fact that my skin gave me the strongest of sensations with the slightest of touch.  I could feel his fingerprints on me and the ridges of the fabric on the sheets.  He grabbed my inflation valve that was still open from my first deflation.  I felt my body lift off the bed as he brought me to his lips, blowing his air into me.  I shivered as the air filled my limp body, slowly giving me my shape back.

Jason filled me up slowly, I was almost back to being myself.  I finally took shape, finding myself in the classic spread eagle pose most doll have.  I then tried to move and found out I had lost all mobility.

"What gives?!" I panicked, "I distinctly remember being able to move that other time... and... and that Michelle girl just now, she moved too.  Why can't I move?" I was trashing arms and legs about in my madness but still no movement came from the air-filled glossy rubber shell my body had become.  "Maybe Jason is right... maybe I'm just a regular blow-up doll" I realized, though there was no way I could accept this.  "Daddy!  Get me out of here, make me a girl again, PLEASE!  I can't just be a vulgar sextoy!" I screamed, only resonating in my lonely, hollow skull.

But Jason, oblivious to my situation just kept blowing in me.  I could see my breasts inflate past the already large size they had.  Between my torso and my arm, I could see Jason looking in the mirror too, obviously aware that he was over-inflating me.  I saw my areolas grow larger as they followed the growth of my tits.  In a flash, I got hit by what seemed like orgasms that had built up since I had began my tirade.

"Oh... ffffuuccckkk!  Fuuuccck meee, this is... is soo... so good" I came, wanting to grab my chest with both arms violently knowing full well I wasn't capable of it.  Amidst all this frustration I could definately see some good sides to this new life, though so far I didn't know if I could call it that.

It was hard giving equal attention to the orgasms hitting me and the inflating funbags on my chest.  With yet another breath, he made each of my tits quickly inflate to the size of soccer balls, something that felt natural to compare to seeing as they were just as perfectly spherical as their leather-skinned cousins.  I kept cumming as the air hissed into me, making me larger.  I could feel Jason's dick poking on my leg and he noticed it too, sending both his arms to the rescue as he undid his belt, holding me up simply with a bite on my air valve.  I came as his teeth firmed up on the sensitive new nub in the small of my back.  My lack of mobility most certainly helping him in not having to wrestle with my constant flailing about.  He let his pants fall down to the floor, still wearing his boxer shorts he started inflating me again, bringing his hands up front to my boobs as he cupped them from underneath, his head still at my plug's height.  I marvelled at the shape of my expanding assets, though cursing the reason they were so.  "So round... they're so beautiful.  If I could've had implants like these..." I thought, while quickly reminded how something like this would never have been possible even with the best of the surgeons I had consulted with.

I couldn't help but think he had faked when he told his sister that he had run out of breath as the balloons on my latex chest slowly rose up to match her size and still he kept breathing in me.  My bent arms were meant to be for holding a male companion, but my ever-inflating boobs were finally filling them, making part of my wish come true as I craddled my gargantuan, two feet wide breasts in my waiting, empty arms.  I felt unnaturally tight all over my elastic rubber body as Jason finally decided to plug me.  A bit more and I fear I would've popped, I couldn't even look down and yet I could easily see a lot of breast 'flesh' in front of me.  "I want to move again!  I want to touch myself so bad!!" I pleaded.

Jason just responded by grabbing me by the waist, his head resting between my huge breasts as he brought me with him to the connecting bathroom he had with his sister's bedroom.  He went first as there was no way I could've fit in the doorway with him.  He even had to move me through sideways.  He put me down in front of the bathroom mirrors as he went to fiddle around with the shower faucet.  I could see my shiny reflection in the mirror, my immense bosom taking up most of my view.  "I can't believe I'm... this is just so unbelievable, how can this possibly be?" I asked myself, surprised to say the least at the turn the events kept on taking.  "This is too much..." I thought to myself.  Finally satisfied with the water's temperature, he lifted me again and dropped me in the shower.

"OH MY GOD! Fu.. Fuuuck... make it stop!  Aaaahhmm!" I came hard as the drops of water hit my body in a constant stream, each drop slowly building up a series of orgasms, not just an endless orgasm.  I started to believe that if I really focused, I could actually feel each orgasm individually where it hit me.  The water made my already glossy skin shinier as I watched it stream down my cleavage, covering the whole top of my breasts as I slowly got wet all over.  Jason just shut the shower curtain and went back into his room.  I prayed he would get back soon and get me out from under this stream of water, it did feel good but it was driving me insane with ecstacy.  I couldn't deal with this amount of pleasure for long.

When he came back, the curtain opened up and he stepped in, naked.  As he walked into the spacious shower, he blocked the stream from hitting my body and took it's warmth in, relaxing.  After a minute or so, he reached on to my chest and cupped both breasts with each hand.  I would've fell to my knees if they hadn't been tightly locked into place by the insane pressure I felt in me, cumming as he ran his hands over my surface, pinching my pink nipples.

"Holy sh..." my head spinned.  "I mean it this time!  FUCK ME!  PLEASE!  I can't stand it anymore, I don't know what's coming over me... fill my plastic holes with cock" I begged, feeling the very same craving I had back when I was human that got me into this situation in the first place.  Only the craving was stronger this time and in my state I couldn't do much more about it but hope my prayers were answered.

He could see there was no way he could get to my pussy comfortably, here in the shower, without my huge tits getting in the way.  He pushed down on my head, causing my legs to collapse on themselves, forcing me on my knees and causing yet another orgasm.  I cursed Jason for being abrupt in his handling of me, probably unaware of a doll's oversensitivity as I was until a few moments ago.  But then I saw my prize, his wet cock advanced towards my mouth.

He entered my face with ease, plunging his cock deeper into my throat with each thrust.  I moaned as he slowly fucked my lips, my arms wobbling left and right on my boobs.  I came long and hard as he caressed my throat with his shaft.  As he pumped in and out of my head I felt warm droplets fall into my throat.  I wasn't quite sure at first but I thought I had just felt my fingers move a little, tickling my breasts.  After a few more strokes, he pulled out of my mouth to my dismay, turning me over in front of him.  He brushed his dick against my ass hole, teasing it and finally pushed into the inviting, tightly inflated pink cushioning my bum had become.

Jason grunted and I slowly arched my back almost unnoticeably as I was penetrated, my ass squeaking as he moved in and out of it.  He grabbed my breasts from behind, fondling them with abandon as he couldn't have done with his sister.  I could only imagine what her sister must've been repressing, even if she only had to deal with the inflation.  To him, this whole thing has a beginning, a middle and an end.  He inflates me, fucks me, and then he finally cums into ... or on to me.  To me, it just seemed like there was no end in sight, a continuous stream of pleasure, no matter what I did of my body.  Something I could've seen myself getting used to if I wasn't just a simple inanimate rubber toy.

Lost in thought, I was brought back to reality by Jason's grunting and rough handling of my breasts as he groped them, digging his fingers deep in the inflated balloons on my chest.  He started pumping into me faster as I felt him tense up.

I arched my back against his body sensually, grabbing his hands and pushing onto them with him, encouraging him to play with my breasts as I felt his hot cum explode into the rubber lining of my ass.  I felt each single drop land inside of my rear love tunnel, each spurt whipping me with an orgasm as they stacked on to each other.

The physical expression of my ecstacy itself made me realize my sudden regain of mobility.  I moaned out loud for the first time as I squashed my hollow butt down on his pelvis, getting his cock deeper in me trying to milk it.  I curled my legs around his own, forcing myself on him.

"OH MY GAWWWMMMMH!! I can move! I'm alive!" I moaned out as I twised on his cock.  "At last, I can move!"

"Holy crap, you're real!" he jerked his hands from under mine, bent me over at the waist by pushing on my back.  He popped my valve open in shock.

"NO! What are you doooing?!" I screamed at him, feeling my enormous tits deflate quickly in my palms.  "Jason, please don't do that!" I whined.  "Awww! Being a doll sucksssssss..." the air that hissed rapidly out of my body finished off my sentence louder than my words could've as I lost speech and shape once more.  My legs losing their lock around his thighs, he pulled my limp shape off his dick.

Jason softly dropped me on the shower's floor and finished washing himself, making me cum unknowingly whenever water splashed off of him and onto my body.  As I had foretold, my orgasmic torment continued as I kept cumming when he picked me up from the floor to rinse my mouth and ass under the shower head.  His father would've come up to check on the screams if I had been full of air.  Instead, I was submitted to more as he shook my body to throw most of the water off of it and then threw me over the shower curtain's pole to dry.

"Jason, you jerk!  You see I'm not just a doll, I'm like your sister!  I'm a living latex girl like your sister, stop treating me like a fucktoy!" I screamed at him, alone in my mind.  After he dried himself up and dressed, he came back into the bathroom, pacing in front of my hanging, dry but wet-looking shape.

"What should I do? What should I do?" he wondered aloud.

"You should inflate me back and talk to me!  That's what you should do!" I fumed.

"I mean, I checked the online records, you don't show up as a missing person... I'll need to think this through, you must have an owner somewhere" he paused for a second, then looked at me.  "I'm sorry, I meant an husband or maybe a boyfriend or something... heck I don't even know how old you are..." he thought out.

"I'll tell you!  UGGGH! INFLATE ME!" this body truly brought me as much frustration as it did pleasure.  He grabbed me and brought me back to his bed, laying me out on it.  He laid next to me and started explaining.

"You said 'being a doll sucks' as you were deflating... maybe you're a new doll" he reasoned.  "Then you don't know that I can't inflate you right now.  Since they passed the Monica Act, any unidentified living inflatables cannot be inflated when they are mobile, since there's a risk you might try to run away.  I'm not saying you would but I don't want to risk it... I'm sorry.  Once I find out who you are, I'll turn you in to your owne... family.  Yeah, family" he corrected himself.  "I'm really, really sorry, I just don't want to deal with the cops at the moment" he said, as if ashamed of something.

"Just so you see I'm not a complete jerk and that I didn't plan on taking advantage of you, I'll send you to one of my friends for the week while I figure this out.  She studies Sexology on a campus outside of town, she doesn't even know of it's existence so she doesn't know you're a girl.  This way nothing can happen to you, she'll probably just study you or something.  Since she's a girl, we don't risk any cum landing on you, so we don't risk you running away.  That plan is gold!" he told me as he started folding me up, making me moan with each fold he made into me.  He finished me up, my deflated head on top.  He left me on the bed, neatly folded as I heard him rummage through his closet before coming back to me.  He looked at my face and then into my eyes.  "You know... you kinda look like that Tricia Dahl chick that's always on her knees in the papers.  She's hot!" I wasn't sure how to take this blow so closely followed by a compliment.  He lifted me up by the head as he let me slide down into an unmarked cardboard box with a window for my face to look through and then closed the box.  "But it's a shame her father said she was getting treatment and leaving the public life, she was a treat for the eyes.  See you in a week!" he said uninterrupted as he just wrapped my box in shipping paper.

"Oh my god!  You are soooo oblivious!  Are you kidding me?" I thought to myself as I heard the scribbling of a pen on the shipping paper that covered the package I was in.  The following moments were lost with the rest as time lost meaning for a day or two.  I could hear but couldn't see anything in my position.  I didn't see any use focusing on the sound of cars driving by as I sat in the mail pickup box, their sound actually lulling me to sleep after a bit.