"rubber soulmate"
By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu)

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Created on: Monday 29th of May 2017 01:49:57 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:20:44 AM UTC


Monique tore open the envelope and frowned at the tiny slip of rubbery nothing that tumbled out. It was always a gamble, buying on eBay, but somehow she'd gotten her hopes up on this one. She glanced at the (clearly home-made) label.

"Rubber Soulmate. Just purse your lips and blow to know the bliss of that magic moment when two become one," she read aloud. "I'm a real sucker... Oh well, let's at least see what sort of a corny party favor I got..."

She fiddled with the rubbery shape, twisting it this way or that. It had the basic form of a human, if it were only a few inches tall and deflated. There wasn’t any coloration besides the slightly amber color that passed for “transparent” in the world of latex, and at its present, shriveled size, she couldn’t make out any but the broadest details. There wasn't even an apparent nozzle, but when she tugged and stretched it a bit, she found there was a bit of an opening between the legs.

"Real cute..."

She tugged the legs a bit, stretching the opening as best she could, and pursed her lips against it to blow. Air bulged and plumped the form bit by bit, first filling out the torso and limbs into a more 3D shape, then gradually easing their scale upward. Considering how small it was when she started, she imagined the fully inflated party favor would top out ad maybe a foot or two tall. Several minutes of heavy breathing proved that estimate to be way off. The humanoid figure swole past the three foot mark and continued. As she was getting lightheaded, she decided to take a break and see what she’d achieved.

Her inflating had revealed the figure to be face down, so she’d not gotten a good look at her new toy beyond that it had oddly long hair, pulled back into a shiny little imitation of a ponytail. She figured there were only so many hair styles that could be rendered in any reasonable way in balloon form. That must have been one of them. But when she turned the figure over, she slumped in further disappointment.

“Okay, I distinctly remember selecting the male option,” she muttered.

The figure she’d been so vigorously inflating lacked the one piece of anatomy that would have made it in any way useful in combatting the lonely nights that Monique specifically purchased it for. Instead, she had a smooth, hairless little mound with a slit glistening with Monique’s saliva. She felt a brief rush of embarrassment at the realization she’d been inflating it via its vagina, but it passed when it dawned on her that the alternative would have meant she was blowing it up by its butt, which was hardly an improvement. It had roughly the sort of figure one would have imagined a sex toy would have, though perhaps not as exagerated as it might have been. She had a lovely, slim waist. There was little dip in her trim midriff where her belly button should be, and her legs were long and sleek. Her face lacked the vacant, gapping-mouthed look of the usual inflatable doll. Instead it had a peaceful, serene expression. Its appeared to be another inflation flap, held together by its own internal pressure. Her breasts were large, but not cartoonish. But then, Monique wasn’t done inflating. Though she was a little under four feet tall, a pinch and prod suggested her surface still had enough give to imply she’d not reached full size.

Presented with the options of blowing her the rest of the way up vaginally, anally, or orally, Monique decided orally was the least embarrassing.

She pressed her lips to the warm, soft shapes on the balloon’s face and couldn’t help but grin around the ‘kiss’ as she started to blow again. It had been a long time. A depressingly long time, in fact, since the last time she’d kissed a man, but this experience was wholly different. Not just because it was a balloon rather than a person, but because the lips had a fullness and curve that was undeniably feminine. Monique had never kissed a girl before--and she still hadn’t, she reminded herself—but she nevertheless felt a naughty little thrill at this simulated experimentation.

As it drew closer to full inflation, its posture and pose shifted. The arms—formerly hung at her sides—curved forward slightly into a half embrace. The soft pressure of the balloon’s swelling breasts rubbed against Monique’s own, causing the tingle of static through her shirt. Though it seemed like her new toy could take a fair bit more breath, she decided it was full enough once it roughly matched her height.

“Well… This is a whole new level of pathetic, isn’t it. I basically just inflated a roommate,” Monique said. “Let’s see… do you have a name?”

She turned the various packing material and wrappers about, but nothing indicated anything name-like beyond the “Rubber Soulmate” product name.

“I don’t know if naming you will make this more or less weird. But since I’m sure as hell not going to be telling anyone about you or showing you to anyone, I guess it doesn’t really matter. Let’s see. You’re made of latex. Layla? Tessa? Latessa, how’s that?”

A final, lingering fold in the balloon’s form straightened out, causing her whole body to bounce and bob a bit before coming to rest.

“We’ll call that a yes. Well, Latessa, now that you’re my new roomie, and you don’t have a dick for me to play with, why don’t we spend the next few minutes examining how my life came to this. First, I graduate college. My college friends all go their separate ways, but my aunt gets me a job out here. So I stick around, and me and my boyfriend get a place in town. Then he decides, you know what? I don’t love you after all, and splits. That left me with just my aunt to hang out with, but, whoops, she dies and leaves me this whole condo. It’s all well and good, except this is a college town, and even without having to pay rent, living here costs and arm and a leg, so now I have to work sixteen hours a day at the engineering firm to make ends meet. It’s six guys to every one girl, so you’d think I’d have my pick of the litter when it comes to boyfriends, but no, company policy, no dating coworkers.

“Let’s do the math, shall we? Loved ones, dead. Boyfriend, ditched me. No time for a social life. And I can’t even find a roommate. So what does a girl do? Apparently, she surfs the internet, finds a sketchy sex doll supplier with a too-good-to-be-true price, and ends up stuck with an inflatable roomie with nothing fun to play with.”

Monique huffed a sigh and flopped back on the couch, causing the balloon to bop upward and settle down beside her.

“I hope you don’t mind Netflix, because I’m halfway through the new MST3K, and with you not being the sort of company I was expecting, I think a binge is in order.”

~~~

After an episode and a half, the long work day got the better of her. She dragged the balloon into her bedroom and briefly considered deflating it and tossing it in her drawer. After a moment, she thought better of it. She’d spent so much time breathing life into her, so to speak, it seemed like it would be a waste to empty her out and probably never use her again. So she propped the balloon against the wall and crawled into bed. In minutes she was dead to the world.

All too soon her alarm went off and she rolled aside to turn it off. When she did, she came face to face with Latessa, nearly scaring her out of her skin, as she’d forgotten about the balloon.

“What are you doing in bed with me?” she said, catching her breath and laughing at the absurdity. “You were over… Oh, I see. The AC vent. Okay, you go on the other side of the room tonight. I don’t need you scaring me like that again.”

She returned Latessa to the wall and grudgingly got ready for another long day.

~~~

Too many hours later, she stumbled in the door and dropped her bag. For a few minutes she just stalked in circles, fuming with anger and gritting her teeth. Her frustration with the idiocy of her day job didn’t subside in the slightest. She needed to vent some of the rage or she was never going to be able to sleep. An idea floated to mind.

“No, that’s stupid,” she growled. “Ah, to hell with it. I’ve dealt with enough stupid crap already today. What’s one more stupid thing?”

She marched into her room, where Latessa was where she’d left her, and hauled her out. She threw her onto the couch and arranged her facing front.

“Look, I know you’re just a silly blow up doll that horny dudes are supposed to get their jollies with, but you are literally the only thing ears, so I’d like to at least pretend that someone is willing to listen to a damn word I have to say. You would not believe the day I’ve had…”

For fifteen long minutes, she ranted about unreasonable deadlines, problems she’d warned about that now she suddenly had to be the one to deal with, and a thousand other annoyances that had accumulated over the course of the day. All the while, she marched in and out of the room, prepping some microwaved leftovers and dishing them up amid her complaints.

“… I would still be there if the idiot hadn’t also decided that my overtime limit had been hit for the week and I had to go home!” she concluded.

She took a moment to catch her breath… and discovered that it had worked. The rage and anxiety of the work day had been immeasurably reduced by her ranting.

“Wow… Heh… Apparently this is what friends are supposed to be for. That was downright therapeutic.” She grabbed her meal, which had cooled enough to not be a danger to the roof of her mouth any longer. “What’s say we catch some more of Jonah and the bots, huh?”

She flopped down beside the balloon, which popped up and came down again with its arm hooked over her shoulder. When she’d finished her meal, she set her plate aside and, out of reflex, put her arm around the balloon in return. When she realized what she was doing, she felt foolish for a moment, but it felt to have something to hold. She’d hug a pillow sometimes, just to have something to do with her arms. Was a balloon really so different? So she gripped her a little tighter and happily watched some more movie riffing.

At some point she became aware that her hand had hooked under Latessa’s boob. She smirked.

“Honk,” she said, giving it a squeeze.

To her surprise, her playful grope caused the breast to squish down and its partner to plump up, air squeezing from one to the other.

“Oh! Haha, sorry about that. Here, let me fix you up,” she said.

She pulled Latessa onto her lap, laying her down so that she could more easily massage the air back into the right distribution. The breast, even though they were filled with air, were impressively realistic. They were of course perkier than their flesh and blood counterparts, but with Latessa settled on her back, they did sag and deform just a bit. And their softness was pleasant and springy beneath her fingers. Monique found herself kneading and tweaking them a good deal longer than she needed to. When she realized she was done, she took her hands away, but her gaze lingered.

The shape of the breasts was as pleasant and oddly aluring as the feel.

“You’ve got pretty cute boobies, Latessa,” she said. “I’m starting to see why men are so obsessed with these things.”

She continued to stare, her eyes fixed upon the subtle nipples topping each lovely mound of simulated mammary. She found herself leaning forward. She opened her mouth, pausing just before her lips touched the nipple.

“Heh… Now don’t go telling anyone about this. This is our little secret,” she said.

With that, she experimentally kissed the nipple. The texture of it was just as pleasant as she’d expected it to be, but the springiness of the rubber gave it a satisfying resilience and responsiveness. He sucked a bit more, drawing air up to plump the nipple as though it were stiffening from arrousal. She flicked the nipple with her tongue and pinched it with her teeth. Her mind drifted to how it would feel if someone were doing the same to her, how another woman would react if she were truly doing this to her.

She shut her eyes to focus on the fantasy and the sensation.

At some point her leaning and squeazing caused the rubbery hand of her partner to stroke across the side of her face. She opened her eyes, once again feeling a fleeting moment of self-conciousness, but it was washed way by another bit of curiosity.

She glanced down between Latessa’s legs, at the vagina that had been rendered with loving detail.

“Hell… May as well find out what that is like,” she murmured.

She sat up and deftly flipped Latessa until the balloon’s legs were straddling her face, putting them in a sort of seated 69 position. Out of some odd sexual instinct, she took a whiff of the false-sex before her. It had the strange but not entirely unpleasant smell of fresh latex. Slowly, experimentally, she dabbed her tongue against the folds, then leaned in to drag her lips across them, letting the sensitive skin at the edges of her lips tell the tale of texture and softness.

The lips of Latessa’s sex really were a work of art. She wondered if someone had molded a real woman’s vagina, and felt the hot sting of embarrasment mixed with the thrill of taboo at the thought that somewhere, on benknownst to her, a woman had volunteered her vagina for Monique’s experimentation.

She probed it with her tongue, finding the clit and giving it a gentle nibble. The nibble turned to a suck, and before long she was french kissing the netherlips. Once again, the oddly alluring sensations against her tongue and lips joined with the imagined response of a real partner in her mind, and to her surprise she found her heart beginning to race.

As her cunilingus became more spirited, the rocking and squeezing started to rub the balloon’s head against her crotch. It was a distant, tantalizing tease, but it was enough to make up Monique’s mind.

“Okay,” she said breathlessly, setting Latessa aside and working at the button of her pants. “Maybe I can find a way to use you as intended.”

She shut off the video and dragged Latessa into her bedroom. After carefully positioning the balloon on the bed, she stripped and crawled sensually atop the prone form. She straddled one of Latessa’s legs.

“Be gentle. It’s my first time with a woman,” she joked, and began to swivel and grind against it.

It was pathetic, sure, but as a girl, while she was still discovering her sexuality, she had gotten herself off more than a few times by dry-humping whatever was handy. The smooth, stretchy rubber of her bedmate wasn’t ideal, but as she rubbed a bit more, her own juices and body heat seemed to find a sweet spot in terms of pressure and friction.

Her humping and bucking worked her steadily up the ladder of arousal. Her face blushed and she leaned down, rubbing her breasts on Latessa’s to help tease her own nipples. She could probably have gotten herself off by now if she’d just used her fingers or the trusty magic wand in her bedside table, but something about working her way more slowly toward the finish line was enhancing the enjoyment gorgeously.

She reached a plateau after a few minutes, her rubbing and thrusting bringing her painfully close to climax but not quite sealing the deal. After a minute or two of frustration, she decided she needed some additional texture. Since the most texturally complex part of the balloon was the face, she flipped her partner around and straddled her head. Feeling the lips, chin, and nose flick and rub her pussy was just what the doctor ordered. She tipped over the edge and scissored her thighs together, squeezing Latessa’s head so tight she worried it might pop. When it proved itself to be up to the challenge, Monique leaned forward to ride out her orgasmic spasms with her nose buried deep in Latessa’s sex.

When the moment ended, Monique rolled off Latessa, exhausted.

“Was it good for you?” she murmured with a smile.

When the afterglow subsided, Monique clicked off the light, pulled Latessa into a spoon position, and drifted off to sleep with the worries of the day a distant memory.

~~~

From that day forward, there was a new routine. Each day she would return home and tell Latessa about her day. If she was watching TV, Latessa would sit beside her as a surrogate conversational companion, and just before bed, Monique would blow off the last bit of steam before tucking herself in with Latessa. Most mornings she woke up entangled in the balloon’s arms, but even that was nice for a change. In those first few moments of wakefulness, she could almost convince herself she was really sharing her bed with someone else.

The days turned to weeks, and the conversations turned to a new guy she’d met at the lunch place. He seemed to like her, and as they talked more from day to day, it seemed like they might have a relationship. For a time, the pillow talk was about how happy she was to have found someone she could date, and here and there she would find herself out too late to have her normal night’s festivities with Latessa. Some nights she didn’t come home at all. Strangely, at the back of her mind, she felt guilty on those nights.

Then, two months later, she came in with eyes read from tears, still dressed in her nicest outfit after a rare date night. She slammed the door, an not a moment too soon. Tears rolled from her eyes and she broke into a sob. She ran to her bedroom and flopped onto the bed. After bawling for a few minutes, she turned aside and saw Latessa laying beside her. She must have left her in bed that morning.

“He dumped me,” she said, sniffling and pulling her closer. “He said we both work too much and it would never work. And he was right. I’m never going to find anyone, Latessa. It’ll never work. I’m going to be alone in this apartment forever, because no one will ever love me enough to stay. And why should they. What am I? Just some average looking girl in a dead end job. Why should anyone love me?”

Monique wrapped her arms around Latessa and held her tight. The pressure pushed her face forward, the soft rubber lips gently pressing against her forehead as the heartbroken girl cried herself to sleep.

~~~

Some time later, Monique’s eyes fluttered open. The room was dark, though she didn’t remember shutting the lights. More confusing, she felt the chill of the air condition against her skin, though she didn’t remember getting undressed. Only her lower legs seemed to be pleasantly warm, wrapped tight in the sheet. She fumbled about with her hand, first finding her clothes folded on the bedside table—she’d never done that before. Then she reached the switch for her lamp and clicked it on.

Sure enough, was entirely nude. She’d even taken off her panties, apparently. The sheet was draped across her legs from the knees down, which was odd, because it was clearly loose, though it felt quite tight. She tried to kick the sheet aside, but it was so tight she could scarcely move her legs at all.

She sat up and grabbed the sheet, throwing it aside to discover a curious sight. Her feet were pressed tight together, side by side, and were ankle deep in Latessa’s gullet.

“How the hell did that happen?” she muttered, reaching down to slide the stretched-taut head from around her feet.

When she’d just about managed to squeak her feet free, there was a rubbery snap and hear heart skipped a beat. At first she thought she’d ruptured her precious toy, but the truth was even more unsettling. Latessa’s hands had snapped tight around Monique’s, gently easing them aside. In the moment of stunned confusion that followed, the rubber woman’s lips separated and she worked herself a few inches forward. Her motions were smooth and organic, like a snake gulping down its prey. But it was anything but a violent act. The look in the eyes of the rubbery woman was kind, almost pleading.

Monique didn’t start struggling again. Not immediately. She watched uncertainly as this toy that had brought her such relief over the last few months stretched and swallowed its way past her knees. She was frightened, but she couldn’t bring herself to fight it. The pressure, the slick and tight caress, brought to mind a hundred nights of rubbing and kissing. The gentle rubber fingers gripping her wrists reminded her of the many mornings she’d awoken in a tight hug from her companion.

Latessa had reached her hips now, her mouth stretching wide as she eased her rubbery lips around Monique’s plumpest curves. She twisted and writhed, easing herself around and sliding between Monique’s butt and the sheet. The human found herself shifting, arching her back to take some weight off. She was helping Latessa. As a reward, a tongue Monique didn’t even know existed found its way between her tightly pressed thighs and gave a long, loving lick to her sex.

At the same time, the hands gripping her wrists eased them past the lips as well, pinning them tightly to her side and ending any chance of escape. She watched her body as it slithered along Latessa’s transparent form. Her feet began to slip past Latessa’s thighs, slipping inside them like a pair of rubbery tights. Likewise, her fingers slipped past the armpits and began to slip into Latessa’s arms. Waves of motion pulled the latex lover up along Monique’s body. The tight ring of her lips teased and squeezed across Monique’s breasts. The warm caress traced its way up her arms and slipped snug around her neck. She felt her boobs plop into the hollow inside of Latessa’s, her fingers making of glove of Latessa’s hands… Finally, the lips crept over the crown of her head and slid down her face, slightly distorting her view of the world through a rubbery set of eyes she’d stared into so many times. Now she was staring out of them.

Her arms started to move. It wasn’t something against her will. It was more like Latessa was suggesting the motion and Monique was following along. They dragged sensuously across her body, squeaking and creaking over the perfect suit Latessa had become, then slipped beneath her breasts and hugged herself tight.

Monique shut her eyes. It was such a warm, such a tender and caring hug… It was a wordless soliloquy about desire and belonging, about caring and nurturing. It was love. Deep and genuine. It was the promise of love now, and love always. And it was a plea for love in return. Love for Latessa in the way the rubbery companion had come to love her. And also it was the permission to love herself, because if there was this one creature, this creature who she had given life with her breath, who truly loved her, then it meant that she deserved love.

She shut her eyes and let her mind bask in the glory of Latessa’s touch over every inch of her body, wrapped around her like a bandage to help heal her broken heart. As she let herself drift back into a far less troubled sleep, she briefly remembered the pamphlet that spoke of that magic moment. When two become one…