The Girls of Latex Hills University, part 3
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I woke up to what sounded like a young woman's voice reading a letter out loud to herself, still unable to see anything around me.

"...really eager to see you again.  In the meantime, I sent you these toys from the factory where I work back home.  I thought they might help you with your thesis on sex toys..." she read out a bit more excitedly, "Oh he's so sweet!" I heard the girl say to herself.  "One more thing..." she continued the letter, "...Every gift in there is expendable, but there is also a doll in there and I need it back unstained and undamaged.  It can't be popped by overinflating, but do be careful with it. I should also warn you about side-eff..." she trailed off before hearing the letter drop on a desk.  She walked over and I felt myself move upwards somehow.  "There's a doll in there?" she sounded like a kid on Christmas.

She took off the wrapping over my box and I could finally see the light.  She then turned the box over and I could see who was talking.

"There you are!" she said happily, looking at me through the window in my box.

"What's with this girl and dolls?" I wondered as she opened the top of the box and slid me out.  She picked me by the top of the head and unfolded me with a fling of the wrist.  She spread me out on her bed and crawled on all four over me, looking me over.  She looked down and I could see she spent a bit more time looking at my deflated breasts, who had an already large default size considered that I turned to plastic with silicone implants in my chest.

"You seem to have some pretty big titties there, my little friend..." the lonely girl adressed me, unaware I was a person.  She then looked up at me and smoothed my face with her hands.  "You're real pretty too, I'd say possibly the best looking sex aide I've ever seen" she studied me.

"Sex aide?  That's what I am to you?" I was a bit shocked at the moniker.

"Let's fill you up!" she giddily said, bouncing on the bed so she wasn't in the way anymore as she flipped me over, face down on the bed.  She then picked me up by my inflation valve and brought me to her lips.  She blew into me and felt me up all over my skin as my shape slowly came back.  I kept getting bigger and bigger by the second, the girl had enthusiasm.  My mind was awash in pleasure.

Once I was at capacity, she plugged me and turn me onto my back again as she crawled back over me.  I tried to move and yet again found I wasn't capable of it.  "Aaaww, this sucks!  Why can't I move again?"

She softly laid herself onto me, her small weight putting a certain pressure all over my body.  She grabbed both of my tits with her hands and gave them a squeeze, eliciting a squeak from them.

"Squeak, squeak!" she squirmed out in a little voice as she squeezed my breasts, giggling.  Then she looked me in the eyes.  "It's true, you do have big titties!  And you can't be popped?  That's giving me tons of ideas for experiments we could use you in.  Now let's see what else Jason sent me..." she said as she jumped off of me and back to the package she had got.

"Experiments? Jason? You're the sexology student Jason talked about..." I realized.

"Let's see..." she shuffled around in the bag.  "Dildoes, plenty of dildoes..." she said as I saw her pour out what looked like two dozens of dildoes on the bed, a few of them bouncing off on my right leg.  "Boop! Boop!" she playfully sounded out as she plunged one of the dildoes in my pussy and the next one into my gaping mouth then went back to her bag.

"AAAaaggghhh can't believe it... this girl..." I had trouble thinking straight, my filled holes getting most of my attention.  "This girl is... is lonely.  Either that or she's crazy..." I thought of the girl's overzealousness towards me.

"We also have masturbating sleeves..." she brought out masturbating sleeves made of pink silicone formed in the shapes of an inviting vagina or open mouth.  "... lubricants and... oooh, buttplugs!" she cooed.  I couldn't believe my ears... a real kid in a toy store.  She emptied the bag over me, making the soft, rubbery toys bounce off of me as well as the various tubes of lubricants, some of them falling to the floor.  She climbed back on top of me, resting her head between the pillows that stuck out of me.  She smiled, squeezing my breasts

"We're going to have fun tonight..." but she paused before her smile faded away a bit and she sighed.  "Look at me, talking to a sex toy... I'm so lonely" the girl lamented.  She played with the rubber strands of my hair a little.  "I wouldn't be so lonely if I went out once in a while but then I won't get good grades and that means my parents stop paying for my studies... and that's the rent too" I thought weird that she acknowledged being lonely for talking to a doll yet kept on unexplaining her life's story to me.

"All work and no play make Annie a dull girl" she sighed as she finally named herself, then she winked at me with a grin.  "That's why I chose sexology, I like the idea of helping people with their sex life... and I try to make work and play coincide when I can.  My parents didn't seem to hear the 'sex' part, they seemed quite content with the 'ology' suffix.  A doctor's a doctor, right?" she reasoned.

"But I don't know why I'm telling you all this, you're just a doll" she got off of me as she said that and went over to a work table and came back to me with a small digital audio recorder.  "But, that being said, I do need to give you a name..." Annie announced as she climbed onto the bed and over me again, looking at my face.  "Oh my god!" she giggled and jumped off of me in a flash, and just as quick she reached for something out of sight and jumped back on me.  She held something next to my face and kept somehow comparing it to my face.  "Oh my god! This is genius, I'll call you Tricia Doll..." she chuckled as she turned what she held next to my face in front of my eyes.  "See! She's a 'Living Blow Up Dahl', just like you.  Or are you just like her?  Do you look more like her than she looks like a blow up doll?" she giggled as she looked back at yesterday's paper and threw it out of sight.  

"What's with everyone mocking my sex life?" I fumed.

"But say what you will, I believe this girl has the right idea when it comes to sex..." she continued.

"Thank you! Finally!" I did think a sexologist would understand me better.

"...but I know I'm preaching to the choir, right?" she told me, punctuating her question with a stroke of the dildo in my mouth.  My mouth made me cum in agreement.  "Now...let's do some 'work'" she said, making air quotes before pressing the 'Record' button on her recorder.

"Subject: Me, Annie Stillman.  Date: November 14th 2007.  Toy tested: ..." she paused a second as she grabbed a dildo next to me and observed it.  "... Non-descript Xetal-brand dildo.  Pleasure analysis: Vagina" she finished before putting the recorder next to my right elbow, I noticed she did not press 'Stop' on it before putting it down.

She lifted her skirt and with a little groan, she let the dildo slide up in her.  She rocked back and forth on my body as she started picking up pace on the dildo.  She took the recorder in her hand again and with a little effort she spoke into it.  "Dildo is... ungh, highly pleasurable and mmmhhh... made of plastic, ribbed.  No aaaahhh vibration..." she went on describing the toy and her experience with it, riding it, and me, to a loud orgasm.

After a while she removed the toy from between her legs, her juices running down them onto my skin.  She brought the dildo to her mouth and licked her wetness off of it before sucking on the toy, moaning a little more out of horniness than actual oral pleasure.  She let go of her plastic companion and sighed a bit, tired.  Annie got off me, noticing the stains she had made on my thighs.  She got a paper towel and pressed hard into my leg as she wiped it.  Taking the recorder next to me, she finished recording her observations.

"Pleasure analysis: Mouth, Observation: The dildo is soft and the texture is pleasant, yet no real physical pleasure is derived from it's use.  Has any research ever been done for oral pleasure?" she shut off the device as she recorded the last of her thoughts for the night.  

She turned off the lights and took off what little clothes she still had on, her socks namely.  She pulled the covers off her bed and went under, then pulled them some more and threw them over me.  Once I was under the covers with her, she put her right arm around my body, resting her hand on my left inflated tit.  She also wrapped her right leg on mine, holding me like she would a lover.  She hissed a little as her breasts pressed into me.

"You're cold!" she complained.

"Excuse me for having been naked for the past week or something... maybe I wouldn't be so cold if I could actually dress myself" I thought as a reply to her comment.

"But you'll be warm soon enough... and that's all I want right now.  I just want someone warm to cuddle" she sighed.  "What a bad week this has been, I'll have to thank Jason for his gifts."

She fell asleep on me and I soon joined her, my eyes remaining open.  That took some getting used to.

The next morning I strangely woke up in an orgasm as I was being deflated, seemingly by Annie who held my flattening shape at arms length.  She folded me up, face first and put me down on her desk where she sat and started writing.  After about an hour, she packed her books and slipped me into her school bag.  She went out, carrying me in her backpack.

I spaced out a moment and when I came to, I could hear moans and cries of pleasure around me, but all I saw was darkness.  When I saw the light again and Annie picked me out of her bag, we were definately in a new place.  The lights were dim except for a small lamp on the desk she laid my box on.  I soon spotted the source of the moans behind Annie as I saw a girl pleasuring herself with a dildo on a bed.  We were in a room behind a mirror glass.  A camera stood on a tripod, aimed at the bed through the glass.

"End of experiment V17, subject is still in the throes of orgasm.  Dildo is to be marked for personal testing, bringing the total list to V4, v7, V11, V13 and V17".  Annie turned to a console a pressed a button, a loud bell harshly bringing the test subject out of her reverie.  "The subject will now vacate the room so we can make place to experiments D1 through 20, entitled The Doll and the Male Response" she continued her recording.

"What the hell?  D1 to 20?  That better not mean what I think it does..." I started wondering as Annie grabbed my box and brought me over into the examination room, putting me down on a silver surgery table, next to an assortment of other sex toys.

"The doll, Tricia, will be presented with an assortment of other sex aides for males.  We will examine the percentage of males who choose the doll over the other toys and what they decide to do with the doll" she finished her recording, putting her device in her pocket.  She wrote on a piece of paper and taped it on my box.  She left me alone and went out of the room, ringing the bell as she closed the door behind her.  The first man entered the room.  I remembered Jason saying something about wanting to avoid a man's cum coming in contact with my skin.  So if he didn't want that to happen, that meant I WOULD want that to happen, right?  Or did I get that backwards?  I had been a helpless pile of latex for so long that thinking about anything else than being used right now was hard.

I saw him shuffle around on the table looking at all the available toys.  His eyes went over me a few times but he kept looking at the rest.  He finally picked up my box and I saw he was reading the note Annie had left on me.  He just muttered to himself as he read.

"Prototype doll... very careful... can't be popped but needs to avoid any marks or stains..." he mumbled and continued, "... mandatory to use condom if you decide to use the doll" he finished, before finally deciding that fucking me might be too much trouble for him, putting me down, frustrated.  The lazy bastard instead grabbed an adult magazine and a box of tissues, I heard him walk over to a chair and the sound of the television playing a porno movie came on.  I felt a bit rejected somehow.

A few minutes later came the second male test subject.  The condom he was asked to wear wasn't enough of a deterrent as he opened up my box and chose me out of all the other toys.  He looked at my face, before turning my folded up form over and grabbing me by the plug.  My four limbs fell flat, dangling under my hanging shape.  He closed his lips on my valve and blew into me.  My body took shape, slowly filling his marauding hands.  He plugged me once I reached capacity, wasting no time in losing his pants.  He turned me over to face him again, marveling at my face.  He seemed surprised that my facial features were all there once fully inflated.  Surprised that my face wasn't just printed on a balloon-shaped head.  He pushed my nose in, letting it come back into shape on it's own with the pressure in my body.  

After enough time examining my body, he put the condom on to my dismay before pushing himself into my pussy.  He fucked me, unaware that he was most likely being filmed by the camera on the other side of the mirror.  He spared none of my holes and finished with my mouth, entering my face with ease.  He held my head and pumped in and out of my lips finally tensing up as he came into the condom, feeling it swell in my mouth with the cum filling it.  It felt as if I had swallowed a light bulb, and he had trouble pulling it out of my mouth.  He had to hold the condom onto himself as it almost slipped off from the sucking of my mouth, the bulb-shaped reservoir having to pull through the much smaller O shape of my mouth.  As soon as he was out of me he pulled the rubber off, tying a knot in it before throwing my prize away.  And sure enough, as soon as he was done with me he pulled my plug without thinking twice, making my body soften down to a simple pile of latex on the table full of toys.  He put a robe on and went out of the room to be replaced by another tester.  After three blurry days of testing, I had gone through tests D1 through D20, almost losing my mind in the process.  

Seventeen of the twenty subjects chose to fuck me, half of them muttering nasty things about Tricia Dahl as they did.  Five of the testers actually discovered that I could be overinflated, and all five of them blew me up to ridiculous sizes.  Some content with inflating my breasts as big as basketballs and others who couldn't seem to have enough until each tit was two feet wide.  I had spent enough time with Annie and her toys that I knew notes like these were being recorded while each guy had their way with me.

Seventeen.  Used seventeen times and not one drop of cum, my mind was slipping.  I couldn't think straight by the time the last test subject popped me open and watched me deflate in front of him, still on his cock.

Annie retrieved me after the battery of test I went through, she opened up her backpack and just pushed all the toys from the table into her bag, shoving me on top of the pile before closing her backpack of smut shut, not minding to fold me up or anything.  Tired, I quickly fell asleep amidst all the other sextoys.

I woke up with a compressor blowing into me at slow speed.  Quite a way to wake up if you ask any girl.  Any plastic girl with an air valve in the back I should say, I guess.  Needless to say, the inflation was accompanied by its trademark orgasm.  Unlike the other nights when she inflated me, this time she went way past capacity and blew me up like the horniest guy that had fucked me that week.  Something was wrong.  Annie didn't usually inflate me this big.  Over my breasts I could hear Annie sobbing.  She climbed up on me, I could finally see her face over the enormous balloons covering half my field of view.  I could tell she had cried a lot.

"I can't believe it... how... how could sssomething like thiss happen on such a perfect n-night..." she complained as she drank from a half full bottle of vodka, her head wobbling as she tried to maintain something that ressembled balance.  "...We're...we're all celebratin' because the professssor said what he... hic!... he read of my thesis so far was incredib...hurp!... incredible and I knew I was... I was going to have a good grade..." she takes another swig of vodka and lays her head between my breasts, looking me in the eyes.  "Do you know what he...what he said?  What Lewis said?" she asked me.  I just looked back at her, pinned down under her weight.  I didn't even know who Lewis was, why would she tell me all this.

"Lew... Hips!...Lewis is thiss guy I real..really like" she said, spacing out in her drunkenness for a moment, smiling.  She continued just as abruptly, "So I was flirrrrtt... flirting with him a lot.  And... and you know what he said?" she pointed out accusingly to the left at a very unpresent Lewis.  "He ssaid: 'I heard from the g-guys that this Tricia doll could realllly get big, huh?...hic!... You think I could be part of that experrrince... experience thing you're doing, like test her and all that' " she said in her imitation of a dumb guy's voice.  

"Ouch... I mean I'm flattered and all but that Lewis guy... Lewis fuck Tricia?... Lewis guy sounds like a jerk... jerk off on Tricia? Lewis?" my thinking started to get muddled.

"But you know w-what?" she drank from her bottle one more time.  "Fuck him!  We don't need him, r-right?" she pointed out left to 'him' again.

"We?" I thought.  I had images of Annie as the town's drunk, sitting on a street corner, befriending a fire hydrant.  Ranting on about her troubles, her right arm around her new red metal friend's tiny 'shoulders'.

She got off me and got a handful of dildoes from her bag.  They were the dildoes she had marked in her earlier experiment and had been solo-testing all week long.  She brough them over to the bed and climbed back up over me, her knees squashing my leg flat.  The pressure inside my already tight body drove me insane with ecstacy.

"ooh... I forg... forgot" she simply said before jumping off me again, sending the air back into my leg.  She went out of view but I heard some shuffling around on her desk, then she started looking under the bed.  "I can't believe... there's... s'gotta be some left.  When the week started I had tonsss of lube from Jassson, I can't believe there isn't... isn't some just lying aro... oh"  I heard her talk to herself as she seemed to have made a discovery under the bed.  I heard a bang and a shake on the bed. "OW!" Annie came back into view, holding a tube in her hand and rubbing her head with the other.  She was probably more drunk than I thought, in her current mood I expected her to curse a lot more but she just tolerated the pain, the numbing effect of the alcohol definately helping.

She quickly decided to forget the pain and took off her clothing, climbing back up on me, carefully avoiding to put her knees on me this time.  She read the label off her tube.

"Dollergel?  Ch-cherry-flavored doll lube." She flipped the tube over.  "Water-based lub-lubricant.  Non-toxic.  Meant for inflatable dollll llllubrication.  If side-effects, call 1-800..." she trailed off.  "Pssshh...it's gotta be... be fine for me... hips!  I'm not allergic to anything and it's just lube after all" she reasoned, opening the tube and looked me in the eyes.  "And if you can't te... hic!... tell, I wanted sssex tonight.  I'm tirrr.. tired that my sextoyss are getting all the... all the action."

She smelled the lubricant as she applied it to one of the favored toys.  "Mmmmh, cherries..." her eyes brightened.  She lowered the dildo out of my view and I saw her tense up, presumably as she penetrated herself with it.  She hissed between her teeth, shivered and lowered herself down on it.  She humped up and down on me, the dildo sitting on my waist.

"Oh...m-man! I don't rememberrr this toy feeling ssso good this week.  I gotta... gotta record thiss" she slurred as she got off me, the dildo still between her legs.
She walked like a duck over to her desk and grabbed her recorder as she usually did every night, then came back to me.  She climbed back on me and started recording.

"Pleasure analysis: Vagi...hic!...Pussy!  Observation: Thiss plastic cock is soo mmmhhh... it's so good, I can feel every...oops, hic!... I..oops... what's happen..hic!...ppening?  My pussy's not there anym... ah, there it is!" she drunkenly blurted out.  After that comment, she stopped pumping the toy up and down on me.  I could feel her rock back and forth as if she was putting the dildo inside herself in the front as opposed to lower between her legs.  Aside from the initial surprise, she didn't seem bothered by it.

She put the recorder next to herself where she knew it still picked up her voice and reached for a second dildo.  She applied lube to that dildo as well, smearing it over with a thick coat.  

"Lewiss... Lewis doesn't know what he mmmissed.  I feel so hhhorny tonight" she smiled, her eyes closed and her head drunkenly bobbing.  "Too b-bad for him..." she decided.  With that she sent the lubed up toy into her rear with one steady motion.

"Pleasure anallllysis: Anu...hic!...my ass!  Observ...Oh my god!" she trembled over me, the toy pushed fully inside her ass.  She came and fell on my breasts, resting but still determined to get her notes recorded.  "Observationnnmmmh: okaaaay, now I gotta say... I'm drunk!" she blurted out.  "...ssssoo I don't know if any of this i-is caused by the alcohol or what but I-I've got these two toys in mmmee and it's f-fucking unreal.  The one in my pusssy was awesssommmme, but the one in my ass is insssaane" she confided in her little device in a voice that seemed like she wanted to arouse anyone listening to it.  "Can you hallu... hallucinate pleasure?  Because I would sssay I feel real p-pleasure but... hic!... but I think I'm too... too drunk!  I think I'm hallucinat...ting a bit.  My fuck... hic!...fuckholes and l-legs are like Tit...Tricia" she revealed to her recorder, her choice of words a bit peculiar.

"But I don't c-care... it feels too g-good.  I want mmmore!" she said, grabbing a third toy, a two-feet long pink cock.  She applied more of the cherry-scented lube than before on her latest companion, making sure it's whole length was covered in the sweet flavored lubricant.  "Oh right... this one is going in my m-mouth, it doesn't need lube" she reasoned, then sniffed it and smiled.

She jammed the dildo between my tits and sent her hands back to work on the two other toys she had in her.  She went down on the glistening dick peeking out of my cleavage, applying pressure to the sides of both of my breasts to keep the dildo firmly in place as she quickly wolfed down about nine inches of it.  She bobbed her head up and down, moaning.  My warped mind started thinking something was unnatural when Annie had inserted over a foot of the plastic cock into her face.  She took it all the way out, cumming loudly as it came out of her mouth.

"Oh my god! Annie!" I thought, "Your mouth!".

"Pleasssure analysis : Mou...hic!...mmmmy deep, sensual t-throat! Observashhhonn: THAT'SH IT! Oral pleasssure for real this timmme!" and I could see why as her empty mouth went back to it's new O shape.  She idly poured more gel on the toy.  "It doesn't f-feel like I'm sssucking on the dildo.  It feels like it's fucking my f-face! And I want more fucking!" she sent her glistening mouth back down on the slippery monster.  She came as the dildo pushed past her lips, steadily going down on it without stopping a moment.  She wanted to take it slow, and came about three times as a result, eating the pink toy at about an inch per second.  She finally rested her head against my boobs, her nose firmly wedged in my cleavage, all two feet filling her throat.  She just jerked there, cumming as she ran her hands across my breasts, making me cum with her in the process.

As if she had just come alive, she pulled away from my chest in shock.  She gasped as the plastic cock came out of her mouth.  Her face out of my cleavage, I could have a clear look at it at last.  Annie's whole face shined as it had turned to rubber like my own.  She reached out to touch the bump she had made on her head earlier.  Where she would usually feel a bump, she felt her fingers caving in before her skull took it's shape back.

"Mmmmh, this is the best sssex ever... I wisssh it felt like th-that all the t-time!" she cheered at the top of an orgasm.  She brought the tube of lube over her mouth and pressed a great ammount out of the tube and down into her waiting, agape mouth.  After clogging her mouth with the slippery stuff, she craned her neck back down on her enormous friend and sent it's whole length far into her body, pushing the dollop of gel further down her throat.  Squeaking sounds came from both of us as she trashed about on the bed, rubbing on my body.  Unknown to drunken Annie, her whole being was now composed of smooth, shiny latex, seams appearing all over her body as she came down from yet another orgasm.  She moaned out loud as she took the toy out of her mouth, mashing her rubber breasts together as she did so.

"Oh mm-my god, this is ssoo un-unreal!  Why don't I ever have sssex like this with b-boys?!" she continued to massage her boobs idly, questionning her sex life.  Then she seemed to remember the comments Lewis had made about my own inflatable body.  "Is it b-because of my titties? Sure it isss! It's because girls like you can just go like this..." she accused me as she pulled on the hose of the air compressor she had used on me.  She swiftly popped her valve open and jammed the nozzle in her back expertly, turning the compressor on low for demonstration of what she referred to.  "...because girls like you can do ssstuff like that and then be as b-big as the boys w-want you to be..." she said, certainly orgasming from her inflation but brushing off the actual growing sight in front of her as an alcohol-induced hallucination while the compressor hummed away.  I could hear the air hiss inside of her over the sound of her moaning.  She hadn't even thought twice about jamming the nozzle in her back, she did it as if it was second nature somehow.

"It's n-not fair for us girls that you c-can be inf... hic!...inflated so big.  I wish I had breastsss like these..." pointing not to mine but her own inflating breasts, seemingly unaware they were her own.  "Plus, being b-blown up feels so good that it's un-unfair too for norm-normal girls to not be inflat..inflatable" she kept ranting, obviously oblivious to the current elastic state of her skin as she commented on the feelings it gave her.  She moaned as she ran her hands across her enlarging breasts, pinching her nipples one last time before the growth of her breasts pushed them out of range.  She grinded her plastic pelvis down on the two dildos.

"I c-can't believe it feels this w-way.  The ssex is ssooo awessoome... breasts so hu...hic!...shiny and huge.  Imp...impossible to be this way..I...urp!...I drank way... hic!... way too much!" she giggled drunkenly.

"You drank too much alright! Otherwise you'd know it's not because you drank too much that you see yourself as a plastic skinned fucktoy... fuck me, cum... need cum on Tricia!" I battled with my own thoughts after a week without any contact with semen.  She kept on playing with herself, stretching rubber sounds came from her as she neared my size, but then started wobbling a bit as the nozzle trashed a bit shot out of her from the inside pressure.

"Oh my god! This feels ssssooo good..." she was amazed at how good it felt to deflate, unaware of her slowly diminishing shape.  After her boobs had deflated to her real size, the pressure inside her lowered a bit and she deflated a bit slower, still caressing her disappearing breasts.  "What's happ...I'm... am I deflatiiii..." she faded out, her voice gone but still a little bit of strength left.  With that little left, she thrust her face on the dildo that rested in my cleavage one last time.  Annie's arm deflated and released their grasp on her chest to lay lifeless next to the rest of her hissing body.  The dildo stayed stuck between my breasts, Annie's limp, shiny body draped over it.  Dildos filling all her orifices, Annie the sexologist had become Annie the sextoy.

The morning after, the sound of keys jingling and the door to Annie's room opening woke me up.  In the doorway, Jason stood with someone who looked like a janitor of some sort.

"Thank you for opening the door for me, I'm only in town today and I was sure Annie would pick up the phone.  If there's any complaint from Annie, you can contact me at that number, or maybe you want to place an order for a custom doll... like these" Jason said as he handed his Xetal Products business card to the janitor and saw his reaction to my overinflated body holding an impaled, deflated Annie on a long dildo wedged between my enormous breasts.

The janitor took the card, looked at both of us and raised his eyebrows, letting out a long whistle.  He nodded knowingly, "Oh right... I heard about this girl and her sextoy experiments.  Seems like she brought some work home" he chuckled.

Jason just laughed politely at the janitor's comments as he looked at us both, intrigued, knowing full well that he had only sent one doll.  With an unsteady hand, he pulled back on the deflated girl's skin, slowly pulling her off the jelly sextoy left wobbling between my boobs.  I saw him unfold the girl in front of his eyes, going wide open with shock as he realized he was holding Annie's flat shiny face between his fingers.

"I'll... ahem... I'll just take my things and be on my way..." he said nervously, quickly but gently throwing Annie into his bag.  He then reached under me and pulled my plug open.  He went about the room, grabbing dildoes and his other sextoys as I deflated on the bed.  Once flat, he put me in his bag, face up.  I saw him pick one last thing off the floor with an air of concern.  "Oh... maaan! Oops!" he simply said, dropping the near empty tube of Dollergel on me before closing the bag.
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When I came to, I recognized Jason's room.  Next to me I could see the bent arm of an inflated doll.  From my perspective it felt like I was deflated, but it wouldn't have made a difference.  It's not like I could move or anything, all I had been good for lately was laying there and getting fucked.  And I wasn't even participating.  I could hear the TV playing in the background.

"The question around these parts lately is: Where's Tricia Dahl?  The young heiress hasn't been seen in public in almost a month.  Are Tricia's party days over?  That's what her father, candidate Ryan Dahl, politely answers to any who asks..." the TV reporter told the viewers, "... But, as anyone who knows Tricia Dahl are well aware, she'll usually be the one with the last word on that so until we hear from Tricia herself, we can chalk that up to wishful thinking on her father's part.  People will remember a little more than a month ago when her father had gone public about her apparently toning down her behavior, Miss Dahl had then undergone massive breast surgery on the day of her birthday followed by yet another news-covered sex romp that she has yet to explain to the media.  People are left wondering if she really ever made the promise to act decently to her father and if she did, has she completely lost control of her libido?" the reporter asked the viewers to consider.

"It almost seemed like that promise was something Mr.Dahl or his campaign partners pushed on his daughter.  Either way it doesn't look like she got the memo" the anchorman continued in playful banter to close the topic as the cameras came back to him.

Suddenly, the arm moved, taking my attention away from the television.  I heard a groggy yawn coming from the doll next to me, it sounded like Annie.  Poor Annie.

She yawned and stretched on the bed, then she gasped.  She sat right up in bed, throwing the sheets off of her top half.  "This isn't my room!" I heard her say, slightly panicked.

Now, awake and more importantly sober,  she slowly looked down at herself.  She stared at her hands for almost a minute before running them down her body, which squeaked in response.  When her hands came back up, she stopped at her larger than usual breasts, grabbing them.  Whoever had inflated her, and I bet it was Jason, had made her a size she definately wasn't used to seeing on herself.  She was nowhere near the size she had made herself last night in her drunken rant, and considered she remembered none of it, seeing her breasts stand out on her chest like twin grapefruits was a great shock to her.  That's not even counting the fact that they were now made of rubber, circled by seams and capped by definately fake-looking bright pink nipples.

I could hear her breathing quicken in panic, in reaction to the discovery of her new body.  She wasn't yet aware that in her new state, oxygen was only good to inflate her.  It's then that she started to panic, her gasps became even quicker as soon as she realized she couldn't feel her lungs fill with air.

"Something's wrong with meeee..." she started to cry out, still desperately trying to get some air into her lungs.  "What happened to me?" she whined, grabbing her chest thinking she'd pass out from lack of oxygen.  Jason finally barged into the room after overhearing her complaints.

"Jason?!" she said, a bit surprised as if seeing him was stranger than everything that had just happened.  She grabbed the bedsheets in a hurry and covered her shimmering body.  "I... can't... breathe..." she gasped out.

Jason rushed to her side and put his hand to her cheek to reassure her.  "It's alright, relax, you don't have to breathe anymore.  Everything will be alright..." he said in a calming tone before she passed out.

"Everything will be alright?!" I thought, incredulously.  The nerve he had.

A bit later I felt the bed shift as Annie gained consciousness again, she first turned to me, seeing me for the first time since last night.  Then she heard Jason behind her, who had been typing at his desk since she had passed out.  "This is your house, right?" she said groggily without turning to look at him.  "I recognize the posters on the wall from those pictures you sent to me".

"I've always liked your quick wits..." he complimented her as he turned away from the computer and focused on his inflated guest.

"Jason... what happened to me?" she asked him, looking at my deflated shape and then down at herself.

"To be honest, I was hoping you could tell me what happened" Jason said.

"I... I don't remember much, it's all so hazy..." she started recollecting the events of yesterday.  "We were having this party to celebrate, because all the toys you had sent me had given me great content to continue writing my thesis and because my professor had seen parts of it and really liked what he read.  One of the guests was Lewis..."

"Lewis?" Jason interrupted her.

"Yes... he was another guy I have... had a crush on.  We had talked about such intimate things, you and me, but then you told me it would be impossible to ever go out together, maybe even never meet in person.  How was I supposed to react?" Annie defended herself.  So that's why she seemed so surprised to see him earlier.  They were just meeting in person for the first time.  "Lewis more or less became the rebound guy, since I couldn't have you, I'd settle for him.  And again, I wasn't good enough.  Before I could make any advances, he came to me and asked openly if he could have a moment with Tricia..." she fumed.

"Who's Tricia?" he asked.

"Oh... she's the doll you sent me, I named her Tricia for fun" she explained.

"He asked you if he could fuck the doll?" he inquired, amused at Lewis's inaptitude.

"Yeah, anyways... that got me real mad and I think I may have started drinking heavily then... it's a bit fuzzy after that..." she scratched her head.  "I remember leaving the bar alone... then the bus stop... then I think I went home" she paused, thinking.

"I... I think I remember blowing up Tricia then... I have an image of her in my head. I can see myself over her, she has enormous breasts with a dildo wedged in between them.  I feel something good between my legs... and the air is saturated with the smell... and taste of cherries" she remembered a bit more now that her mind was clearing up, but she was still missing the most important parts.  She grabbed me in her hands and rolled over in the bed, to face Jason.  The bedsheets still covered her body though she didn't seem to be making an effort to necessarily keep them there, as if she didn't mind him seeing her naked.  Did her latex skin make her feel like she was wearing a suit?  Like she wasn't actually naked?

She seemed to remember more as she looked at me.  "I must've stopped at the liquor store, I remember holding a bottle of vodka, a new one because I don't have vodka at home usually... I came back home drunk and I blew up Tricia real big, yeah... I remember.  I remember that..." she stopped looking at me and looked up at Jason, "...I remember wanting to be a blow-up doll real bad that night..." she confessed.  "I can't just have wished myself into a fucktoy, can I?"

"I found you in your apartment the next morning, I was passing by hoping to make it a big surprise.  Instead, I found you deflated, impaled with a dildo going deep down into your face and two others filling the remaining holes.  Your bottle of vodka was empty, you drank it all.  We also found an almost empty tube of Dollerg..." Jason was trying to complete Annie's recollection of the previous night when his sister barged into the room.

"Do you still have...PERFECT!" Michelle said as she saw me.  "You've got to turn on the TV, mayoress Luvana is giving a speech" she said excitedly.

Jason simply turned to the TV, giving the remote to her sister so she could pick the channel she saw the speech on.  I listened with as much attention as everyone else.

"...as most of you know..." the mayoress started talking out of my sight.  "There's a rumor going on in the streets that the reason my daughter Tricia hasn't been seen in public since my husband Ryan made his public address is because she was being brought here so that she could finally be herself.  While this would have come out eventually after her integration into her new family, I must come out today and admit the truth.  My daughter has gone missing..." she paused as members of the audience chattered amongst themselves.

"The facts we have so far is that she did make it to Latex Hills, the courrier who took her here confirmed he made a stop at a gas station and at that moment she was still in the truck, deflated.  Unfortunately, that's all we have..." she hung her head, sad.  "I know my daughter's out there somewhere.  Please come back to me, Tricia.  If someone finds her, please return her to me..." I heard her voice shake before Michelle muted her and threw the remote on the bed.  Both Jason and the two dolls turned their attention to me.

Annie picked me up by the head and lifted me up from the bed to have a better look at me.  For the first time, I could see the TV clearly as she held me in front of her eyes.  She marveled at how much I resembled my mom.  The mayoress on TV was my spitting image.

"Holy sh...." they all said.