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Everyone was in agreement that it was too hot. People were starting to get inventive in an attempt to keep cool; from the obvious children’s paddling pool approach, to filling the back of a pickup truck with water.
David was one of the lucky ones. He had enough money to own an indoor swimming pool and was happily lazing in an inflatable chair as it drifted around.
All too soon, however, the doorbell rang.
He narrowed his eyes. Please oh please don’t be Rachel. Anyone but Rachel.
“Miss Rachel is here to see you, sir.” David plunged his fist into the water with a splash as his butler announced the oncoming disturbance.
He switched the grimace into a forced smile as Rachel strolled in wearing a flowery bikini. Honestly, he needn’t have bothered. The woman jumped straight into the pool without even looking over. She was one of those people whose attractive features were lost beneath her personality.
Resurfacing by David’s chair she announced, “Ahhhh I’m alive! It’s bloody hot out there. I tell you what, I’ve been sweating so much my body’s like one of those garden fountains constantly spraying water. But then I remembered good ol’ Dave with his pool,” She smacked him on the leg, “and I know how much you hate to be alone, so I thought I’d come along, give you company, and cool myself down at the same time. Aren’t I a star?!”
David opened his mouth to say something a little less polite than ‘No, so would you please leave’ but didn’t even get past the first syllable. Rachel was attempting to hoist herself up into the inflatable chair, “Give us a rest, yeah? I’m shattered from all this heat.”
The chair tipped over and sent David tumbling overboard before he could finish rolling his eyes. By the time he resurfaced her majesty had already planted her behind on the throne and was chatting away as if nothing had happened,
“They’re really great lads, so I said I didn’t see a problem with it.”
“I’m probably going to regret asking, but, didn’t see a problem with what?”
“The guys coming over for a swim. Come on, keep up, I was just talking about it.” She sighed dramatically and flicked her hair, “I was telling some friends about how I was going to come here to swim and they asked if they could join.”
“Yeah, great isn’t it! We’ll have a right party.”
David stared down into the pool, jealous of how peaceful it looked far below the surface. Then, muttering to himself, made his way to the steps.
As he was about to leave the room for some peace, his butler walked past carrying a large assortment of deflated pool toys.
“Would you like me to fetch the new pump gadget for these, sir?”
“Miss Rachel insisted on these being inflated and I thought you may wish to test the purchase you made the other day.”
“She insisted did she?” David was seriously losing his cool, but then he remembered the purchase Max was referring to and calmed down, “Actually yes, thank you Max.”
In the few minuets it took Max to leave and come back, David had come up with a payback plan that actually had him smiling.
“I’ll get started on these then, sir?”
“No, thank you Max, I can do it myself. You can get back to whatever you were doing.”
“Very good, sir.”
David looked over the equipment. The device had been marketed as being able to inflate anything of your choosing. One of those stupid gadgets for the over rich, that David happened to find amusing. Apparently you simply attach the nozzle to a surface, which will create a hole, then fill it up with the gas provided. It used some kind of expanding bubbles to play with the molecules in the object which allowed it to be pumped up like, well, a pool toy. And if it worked, then it was about to justify the price tag.
Being careful to arrange one of Rachel’s inflatables where she could see it, he attached the nozzle to one of the tanks of gas and watched with satisfaction as the dolphin easily expanded to three times its expected size.
“Bloomin’ heck, what kind of trick is that?”
Of course Miss Eagle eyes wanted to know more, “Oh, just a toy I picked up. It can turn anything you want into an inflatable toy.”
He took one of the specially designed nozzles this time and secured it to the metal stairs on the pool. After adding air the structure soon softened and bulged into what looked like a fun time inflatable staircase.
Rachel was already clambering out of the pool. “Give us it, then.” She stood with her lips in a pout, one hand on her hips, the other outstretched for the device.
“Sure thing. In fact, I’d be happy to help.”
She hadn’t expected David to share his things so easily, and grinned smugly at the idea that he was finally learning to do what he was told. Rachel opened her mouth to say as much when he pushed a nozzle into her mouth, which immediately sealed her lips to the rim.
“Whht thm hmll?”
It was with much pleasure that David fixed the nozzle to the gas tank and turned the handle so that the expanding gas rushed into Rachel’s body.
Her eyes grew wide from surprise as her body began to puff up. At first it just looked like she was rapidly gaining weight. Her face, arms and legs filled out, while her preciously flat stomach popped outwards. Then, as more air pumped into her body, Rachel’s features curved, her skin becoming shiny as it was forced to stretch outwards.
“Mmmmmpph!” Fingers that had reached to pull out the nozzles swelled and then merged together, just like an inflatable toy. Arms became too filled with air to control and sprang back to be by her sides. At the same time her thighs became so big that there was no balance left and her bloated body toppled to the floor, bouncing a few times before the only movement was the slow increase in size.
“Mhgm hmt fthp. Mhgm hmt fthp, rnght nhw!”
David had more pressing things to think about to listen to Rachel’s complaints. As she was going, the woman was going to turn into a beach-ball. As amusing as that was, it would be much more entertaining to give her some shape.
His eyes fell upon the yet to be inflated pool toys and he had an idea. He stuffed her arms and legs into tight armbands, then managed to fit a rubber ring around her belly. The air was left to force its entire flow into her breasts and arse.
Rachel’s boobs swelled dramatically, flesh spilling both over and under her bikini. David watched as what had been a bra appeared to shrink as it was consumed. Soon there was nothing but a thin strip of cloth squished up just underneath her nipples. It held on so tightly that the deep line within the growing cleavage made it look, for a moment, that she had four separately bulging breasts. The air wasn’t stopping for anything though and in a few more seconds the bikini gave up and released the whole of Rachel’s enormous bosom to its bouncy freedom.
Of course the lower half of Rachel’s bikini suffered a similar fate. The stringy underwear had quickly been devoured by the gap between her inflated butt cheeks, effectively giving a bigger wedgie the more air billowed into her backside. Given the size of her arse and boobs however, David had been unable to see exactly what happened to it. He was sure it must have broken, although it was more fun to imagine that it was still somehow stuck within that puffy arse.
David went around to give Rachel’s bottom a squeeze, “Definitely still space for more air in this”
“Fhgg nhh, nhh bhfthrd. Nhh’ll nmvmr gmt hwhn wnth thnf!”
“I wonder how much I need to put in before you can’t make any noise.” He muttered to himself while turning the gas tank handle so that an even faster flow of gas would fill her up to bursting.
She really did look like an oversized sexual lilo. While most of her body lay flat, the large breasts and butt allowed for a sort of seat like dip on her back which easily had enough space for two fully grown men. Her face was getting pretty unrecognisable now, as well. Wet blonde hair was plastered against a round face with cheeks so bloated that it was only just possible to see her eyes peeking out near the top, while the end of the inflation nozzle poked out from in-between them. It was going to be a difficult job to undo it and deflate her, but that wasn’t something David was going to worry about today.
Finally satisfied, he turned off the gas and detached the pipe attachment, quickly plugging up the hole so that no air would escape. He placed a hand on each of her inflated cheeks.
“Well, it’s definitely an improvement.”
Through all the air, Rachel still managed a quiet, “Fhgg nhh!”
“Yes yes,” he patted her boobs, “it must feel great to actually be useful for a change.” He pushed Rachel into the pool where she helplessly floated.
The sound of the doorbell easily drowned out any further protests.
“That’ll be your friends, won’t it? Good thing you’re here to provide some entertainment.”
“Oh. No, I wouldn’t make any noise if I was you. After all, there’s no telling what they’d do upon finding out that this blimp is your actual body. I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about though, you said they were good lads, right?”
David went to welcome his guests with a smugly satisfied grin.
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Michael was flicking through relaxation apps on his phone. His partner, Claire, had been swept off her feet since the new job. She was amazing at it, but the constant pressure was leaving her stressed and exhausted. Michael felt like he didn’t get any real time with her anymore.
How could he help her? He was at such a loss that all he could think to do was browse through apps for ideas. Anything. Most of the suggestions seemed to be yoga, breathing techniques, exercise, and music. Michael scratched his chin, shrugged, and tapped one of the apps at random.
The blurb read; Help your partner relax – Have them listen to some chill music and hypnotic sounds while you control the experience. Below the text was a couple of very basic pictures showing a series of options along the lines of ‘how relaxed do you want your partner to be’ and ‘what kind of music should be played’. It looked painfully simple, and yet all the reviews were singing the app’s praises.
“Worth a shot.” Michael muttered as he pressed download.
At that moment he heard the front door open and Claire’s tired voice call, “I’m back.”
Claire slumped into the room and sat next to Michael, resting her head against his shoulder. He naturally went to stroke her hair, “Busy day?”
“Yeah.” She was too tired to go into detail.
“So, erm, I just downloaded a relaxation app. I know it sounds stupid but maybe it’ll help you to, like, de-stress.” He twirled his phone between his fingers, “You know. If you want to try it.”
Claire gave him a small smile, “Sorry I’ve been so out of it, honey,” she stroked his face, “Let’s try it. No harm in giving it a go.”
Michael’s eyes brightened at the opportunity to do something useful, and he hurried to grab his headphones from the bedside table.
“Great! So, right, you’ve just got to lie down and listen to the music. It’s supposed to use all these different sounds that tell your brain to relax and stuff, so your whole body should feel the effects.”
Claire looked bemused, but put on the offered headphones and lay down without another word.
Michael waited for her to finish getting settled before clicking the large Begin button at the top of the screen. It flickered and changed to show a single slider with the question How relaxed would you like your partner to be? Slightly, A lot, Very, Extremely? He tugged the slider to Very, then hit confirm.
As soon as he did so Claire’s whole body visibly relaxed. The tired look that had been etched onto her face softened, and the tension lifted from her muscles. Michael’s eyebrows raised in surprise. Wasn’t it just a bit of music?
He looked back down at the app in his hands and saw that the page was now filled with multiple options and sliders. The heading of the page announced Do what you can to help them fully relax. As he flicked through the options his eyes grew wide. These couldn’t be serious. They were ridiculous. Options included Sensitivity, Breast Growth, Nipple Size, Lactation on or off, Waist thickness, Moaning volume and so on.
Michael chuckled to himself. It was probably just a stupid joke to help you laugh. I mean like okay. He wiggled the breast growth slider up and down, then stopped as he saw correlating movement on Clare’s body. The sight nearly made him drop the phone. Claire’s boobs were normally nothing impressive, but thanks to the slider being half way to max they were now large enough to strain the buttons on her shirt. Michael couldn’t resist reaching over and gently pressing a hand into her soft breasts. They were very real. Holy hell, this app was amazing.
Claire groaned softly and Michael quickly withdrew his hand and stared at her face. Other than a slight blush, she seemed perfectly relaxed. He bit his lip and looked back at the options on his phone. Careful not to break Claire’s shirt, he slowly moved the breast growth slider down and up, just to double check. Her breasts shrank and expanded with the smallest movement of his finger. His breathing started to become heavy as he settled on a size that had Claire’s boobs spilling out from under her bra and shirt.
Michael could feel himself getting hard. He hadn’t had sex in so long. Claire had just been too tired. Of course he respected that. This way though, they could both have some fun.
What else could he change? Looked like he was able to make her butt as plump as he’d like. Michael’s eye’s popped once more as he moved the slider upwards and watched Claire’s tight pencil skirt bulge and groan, then rip. Oops. Well, now the damage was done he might as well make it even bigger.
He hunched over the phone, practically drooling over every change. He couldn’t believe how much he could do. It was possible to make her nipples stick out to extreme, or push them inwards, the clit could also lengthen, while more inner holes could tighten or expand. There were even things like hair style, makeup preferences, and eye colour. Every inch of the body could be played with, not just in size but sensitivity, to the point where he could do something like making Clare’s left hand the most pleasurable part of her body.
Michael stopped playing with all the options to look at what he’d done to his partner’s body. Clare’s squishy boobs and butt were making her clothes groan from the pressure. Both skirt and shirt were now ripped wide open (what the hell, he wanted them big) but there was some material left to sexily cling to her juicy looking flesh. Her make-up was now more on the gothic side, with darker shades complimented by a couple of new piercings. Of course her breasts, clit, and tongue sensitivity sliders were close to max, while the horniness level was practically through the roof.
It was obvious by Clare’s heavy breathing that the constriction from what remained of her clothes on her new puffy body was becoming an inescapable turn on.
He really wanted to touch her. To rip the remainder of her clothes off and dig in. But he was also curious about what else this app could do. For example. He turned ‘self-control’ to ‘off’.
Clare immediately moved. Her eyes were closed, still in the same dream like state, but her hands moved over her own body. They started by squashing and pinching her own breasts, causing the remaining bits of shirt to pop open and reveal an already broken bra, that probably snapped some time ago. Her hands moved more sensually over her own boobs, in turn causing her mouth to hang open, tongue moving sensually in the air, as her fingers twisted her own nipples, frustrating herself. One hand moved lower and rubbed against her sensitive clit. She immediately started to moan louder and couldn’t help herself from pushing her hand down her skirt, arching her back as she pleasured herself.
Michael’s mouth was hanging open too. It was a highly erotic display. Just as he was about to join in his finger brushed against another button. It just so happened to be the one that allowed Clare awareness while in her hypnotic state.
As soon as her eyes fell upon her partner she lunged forwards, grabbing him roughly by the shirt so he fell face first into her breasts. It was a soft landing. He’d made them so huge that his whole head was practically consumed by soft flesh. He wasn’t allowed to enjoy it for long though, as Clare clutched a fist-full of his hair and yanked him out, throwing him flat down on the bed.
“Given that I do all the work around here,” she climbed on top of him so that her inflated behind smothered his face, “I think I’m deserving of a reward.” Her voice caught as she said the last few words. The increased sensitivity meant that even positioning herself on Michael’s face caused a powerful reaction.
The Clare he knew would have been really embarrassed by this, but this modified version just made even more noise while grinding against his face and announcing;
“Why don’t you clean that up with your tongue and see how long it takes for me to completely fill your mouth from cumming.”
He was going to pass out. His body was already being driven wild, but face deep into a plump behind that was using his nose, and tongue, as a toy left little breathing room.
Clare let out a particularly happy wail, and Michael felt a creamy liquid pour into his mouth. He had no choice but to swallow.
She got up off of his face after that, eyes filled with smug satisfaction for what had been accomplished, but it was clear they still wanted more.
As much as Micheal would have liked to give her what she wanted, he was pretty spent and reached out to grab his phone in the hopes of at least turning some of the options down. But Clare was already on top of him, and the phone was on the end of the bed. Her heavy breasts pinned him to the bed.
“Oh, I don’t think so. We’re not stopping until I’m done.”
It was many hours before Michael was able to regain some movement, and a few more again before he had enough energy to move enough to pick up his phone. He promptly scrolled to the bottom of the screen and pushed Reset causing Clare’s body to revert back to normal. Michael breathed a sigh of relief and hit Finish.
Clare slowly sat up and stretched “Oh wow, that really worked I feel amazing.” She bent down to kiss him on the forehead, “You’ll have to let me use it every night from now on.”
Michael laughed sheepishly, “Of course, I’m just happy you feel better.”
“Yeah it really worked, I can’t believe it.” Her words faded as she took in her ripped clothes and the state of the room, “What the hell happened while I was asleep?”
Intruder alert. Intruder alert. Sirens wailed through-out the house.
The thief froze for half a second before moving to leg-it out of the building. Only he couldn’t. His feet were glued to the floor with a mysterious black liquid that was quickly traveling up both his legs.
“Ah! What the hell?”
He made to kick off the substance, but it was holding him fast, not allowing for any movement. The thief desperately reached down, in an attempt to wipe away the black goop with his hands. This only resulted in sticking his palms to his ankles, which in turn allowed the ascent to begin up his arms, as well as his thighs.
A door opened, causing light to flood the room.
“Help me!” The thief cried out in desperation. He could feel the liquid crawling over his chest, locking his body into position.
“Oh dear.” A calm male voice replied, “You have been naughty.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Just get me out of this, please!”
The man slowly approached, and crouched down to stare at his pray with uncaring eyes, “And why would I do that? The pose you’re in is quite lovely. I might even keep you for my personal collection.”
Any colour left in the thief’s face drained away, “You bastard.”
“Yes. Yes.” The man replied, bored, “Oh, could you keep your mouth open for me? I’d be most appreciative.”
It took effort to close his mouth with the liquid already half-way up his neck, but he needed at least one act of defiance against this mad-man.
The response was simply a disappointed sigh, “Pity. It’s so fiddly to keep them looking natural without easy feeding assess.”
"What?" Shiny black ooze pooled into the thief's mouth and slipped down his throat. There was only time to look up at his captor for a few more seconds before being completely swallowed.
The man wondered around his latest collection piece, nodding to himself a few times before heading out of the room. He should probably add any required plugs and tubing before the statue finished drying. That pose would be a shame to waste after all.
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