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Michelle turned before the mirror, posing in her lingerie.

Sonya, her roommate couldn’t refrain from commenting “Are you sure, you are preparing for an Organic chemistry lecture?”

“Of course I am. You know, Chris will be there”, Michelle replied, adding a bit of mascara to accent her already irresistible appearance.

“And many other guys. Did he even notice you last time you were dolled up this way? He is hopelessly in love with Jessica, forget him, she’s going to keep him in the friend zone forever”

“You are right. He’s happy like a puppy when she let’s him do her physics, poor boy was staring at my ass last time, when he thought that I wasn’t looking his way. He’s so cute, when he’s blushing. But today I actually have a plan”

Sonya chuckled, “What? Inflate your tits twice as big as last time? It's better to just catch him in a alley and settle a date. Or, hit his head with something heavy, drag him into a dark corner, bind him and ...”

Michelle interrupted her “He’s too heavy. And no, taking that kind of initiative is not going to work with him, he’s firmly on her hook and impossibly knightly. I think there’s a better tactic to seduce a knight. But, indeed, extra boobs won’t hurt, it appears that he likes curves. Now, where did I put the pump?”

“May I help, please” Sonya asked, and without waiting for any permission, poked Michelle's buttcheek, circled around her friend's inflation valve, and yanked pulling it open. Yes, yes, a large number of people are inflatable today. At first they used to hide, then the secret got out and caused a surge of panic, as the change spread like an infection. Now it is widely accepted that half of population are like Michelle - airfilled balloon versions of their former selves. Sonya’s search for an air compressor took long enough for Michelle to deflate a little, as she waited for her friend. She had mixed feelings: annoyance, as Sonya had clearly teased her, and pleasure as her air escaped from her body - Being straight she was also a bit ashamed of the latter. Anyway, she didn't plug herself, so when Sonya extracted the compressor from the heap of clutter in the drawer, Michelle had already lost some volume and tension. Michelle was still standing on her softening legs, but her bra hang loosely on her diminishing chest, she suppressed a sigh of relief, when she felt the cool, smooth metal tube sliding inside her valve and air refilling her shapes.

Her inflatable body regained its capacity quickly, curves returned to their perky and taut state. The plan was to go further, yet her body objected: the fabric of her skin refused to stretch, struggling to contain more and more air without giving up a centimeter. Michelle knew, that this is a losing fight, meanwhile, her body become more stiff and difficult to bend, her legs and arms tended to spring straight and wide. She couldn’t suppress a short hiss of pain, when the skin of her hips and butt surrendered to the air pressure, her panties clung deeper into her expanding juicy bottom. Unlike fat, air doesn't add any burden or sagging, so her curves stood out prominently. Air quickly used the extra space in her bottom and after some struggle breasts started to blow up over normal too, overflowing the bra and pushing it forward, so a stripe of bare skin appeared below. Michelle felt pressure rising again, hinting that she’s about to run out of extra volume for expansion. Once upon a time, she went beyond that limit, and it was not a pleasant experience plus ruining ones figure for a few days, as overstretched skin takes a long time to recover. 'That’s enough, I think', she said, reaching around her inflated backside, and yanked the hose. Sonya helped, plugging her friend’s valve with the stopper cap before she lost her gains, and the hissing air was once again trapped within its pretty balloon prison.

Michelle would spend another five minutes posing in front of the mirror, yet Sonya interrupted this narcissism session: “You’re gonna miss Chris this time,” then after a teasing pause, “If you don’t scoot really quick, you’ll just miss the lecture”

Michelle rushed to the wardrobe and extracted a coffee dress and stockings out of a pile of clothes. Inflatables' fashion is not only stretchy but also crease resistant. The crumpled pile of fabric miraculously restored its shape, as Michelle squeezed herself into it, turning out to be a decent dress with open shoulders, not very revealing on the front, yet with a heart shaped window at the back. Of course, the dress kept the wearer’s plug covered, yet still close enough to the opening to be reached by naughty fingers. Then it was time for some stockings and a usual accessory - her lead-filled copper snake which wrapped itself around Michelle's waist as a belt, its gilded head with emerald eyes fastened by biting its tail. Inflatable girls like jewelry too, but if you consider a gift, never buy earrings... Michelle finished her dressing with a pair of high dark boots, with a lead sole.

'Mish, you said, you have a plan. I'm intrigued', Sonya probed. Michelle fended off, 'I'll tell you, once Chris is mine', she threw her notepad into her purse along with cosmetics, then she got a small box of thumbtacks. The last detail made Sonya's eyes get wide. 'Is it what I'm thinking?', she asked to Michelle’s back.

“I don’t know, what are you thinking, and I’m in a hurry indeed. Bye bye”

In the lift Michelle met Dina and Andrew, she knew them since freshman year, both were rather nerdy yet never boring. And they helped her alot, in the time of exams.

Dina, is a short, buxom brunette with a turned up little nose, despite her cute appearance, she is fond of heavy metal and brutal looking men. It tells, just look at Andy: he is a tall, muscular blond guy, wearing a leather vest and army boots. He packed himself into lots of heavy clothes for the same reason as Michelle did: wind. Inflatable people hate windy weather. Ballast helps, of course. Michelle’s equipment, for example, is enough to ignore only light gusts, Andrew’s one - gives a chance to stay on the ground in anything short of a gale. Anyway, it is safer to walk outdoors in the company of fleshies.

“... yet again, I really want to go to Evelin’s party with you, and I’m really sorry,” - Andrew continues some conversation, “I have a third round of Starcraft tournament tonight. And there is absolutely no way to postpone this. I promise, next time, we’ll go together”

Dina argues “Last time you promised, the very same. That next time we’ll go together. Tonight is that next time. My friends are starting to pester me about my imaginary boyfriend. No really, I’ll be looking stupid if all the other gals, beside me, come with their boys!”

“Din, that is really important for me.”

“Blah blah, You’ll lose anyway.”

“No, not this time”

They went in the alley, still arguing. Wind barely touched the leaves of the poplars, growing along the road, so the weather was fine. But anyway, Michelle was determined to see the end of the quarrel. She supported Dina, of course.

“Who do you need more, me or your fuckn game?”

“Honey, please don’t put it so”

“Who will inflate you in the morning?”

I believe, some explanation is needed here. Inflatables do not need to sleep, as fleshies do, but every coin has two sides: they still get tired, feel weakness and start to leak air. The solution is to deflate and rest a few hours. Ten hours is enough to stay active for the next four days. But, unlike fleshies, inflatable people can not ‘wake up’ without external help. There are alarm pumps for this: an automatic pump programmed to inflate you at a certain time. Yet, of course it is far more pleasant to be inflated by your mate, rather than by a piece of domestic appliance.

Andrew decided to cool things a bit: “If you won’t do it one day, I’ll stay little, helpless, puny, flat Andrew in your drawer. I think you like three dimensional me much more” - he put his hand on her back, or maybe a little below.

“You know” - she replied - “you gave me an idea”

Dina’s hand slid down over Andrew’s back and got into the back pocket of his pants. Then Michelle heard a popping sound followed by hissing.

Dina continued: “I can take you with me even if you mind it”. The hissing ended, as she plugged her boyfriend after this demonstration.

“Why did you stop?” - Andrew asked, and his voice betrayed him: there were passion, lust and pleading in it. He, woke up from his short trance, looked at Michelle and blushed.

Now Michelle was pretty sure, that Andrew is a deflation junkie and ashamed of it. Many girls and a majority of guys, that dream about being deflated, never confess it. Foremost there is pleasure from deflation itself, sensations are delicious, indeed. But there is more: giving total control to someone else, in case of Andrew - to Dina. Boys are typically reserved about such things.

Michelle felt guilty for eavesdropping, so she said: “Relax. Consider, I didn’t hear anything. By the way, I very much understand how you feel”, Michelle winked to additionally reassure him.

Meantime, Dina replied: “I can. But I’ll spare you for now, or do you really expect me to drag all your irons? No, thanks. Stay inflated and carry your burden yourself”

Andrew thought about her words for a second, glanced at Michelle, grinned, and said: “You are just bluffing.”

“We shall see”, Dina said, 'Or is it what you really want, naughty? ... Michelle, do you think it is normal for them, or is my Andrew a weirdo?'

“I don't know about boys, never had an inflatable one, but I personally find that tempting. I mean, well, my lover deflating me.”

Andrew blushed, 'Ladies, can we change a topic? To something less intimate, perhaps?'

Dina said, “What about your car?”

“What about my car?”, Andrew echoed.

“Don't pretend to be more stupid than you are. Just give me the keys for the evening” speaking in a less arrogant tone she continued “I know. I sort of lack the driver experience, but you don't drive now anyway. And you can give me a driving lesson or two”

“I think we can do it, but tonight it is not the best idea”

“Hun, let's look at it from different perspective, I'm willing to grant you your little dirty wish, but I never signed up to carry your body armor. At least by foot”

Michelle had growing feeling she was messing with things that weren't her business. She quickly said 'bye' and went towards the main building, where the lecture halls are. After a short hesitation, she left her heavy belt at the locker. Usually she didn’t as that thing is quite expensive. But that day, was a special day.

She went to the lifts, it wasn’t too crowded, as she was quite late. A nerdy fleshy boy entered the lift with Michelle, and pressed floor 7 button.

'Eight, please' she asked.

He tapped 8. Doors closed. He was looking at the ceiling, actually, at the ceiling mirror. Michelle traced his sight, blushed and turned her back to hide her cleavage from the shameless inspection.

A bit discouraged the guy supposed: 'Exams? You know they sometimes dislike that, and there is a chance you’ll face a woman professor'

Now that was arrogant! ‘How dare you? I did this for my loved one’

'He's lucky'

Michelle ignored the pesky guy for the rest of the time in the lift.

Lecture began some time ago but this wasn't a problem. Michelle stood at the doors, as if hesitant to enter. The whole amphitheatre was perfectly visible from her standing point, it wasn't crowded, of course, few students actually attend lectures, Michelle typically was not among these. She spent some time seeking for Chris, however. The back of his head is not easily distinguishable. She found her game sitting in the upper rows, far from the professor, close to the doors. “This is lucky”, she thought, “there can be no better chance” - Michelle finally resolved to go on with her foolhardy plan, took the thumbtacks and shook them in her hand. If she still had a heart in the anatomical sense, it would be beating hard.

A row of seats, where Chris was sitting, was mostly empty: nerds liked to crowd further downward - closer to their professor. Michelle went along the empty benches, choosing a good place to land. Not too far, not too close.

Chris is quite good at multitasking, that day he was focused at tuning his little project: a simulator of electronic circuits built on the basis of organic polymers, while taking notes on the prof's speech. The former was of higher priority. Chris knew, that his stuff has a great future. Public enthusiasm on organic computers went down, researchers had found: those are no rivals for silicon chips. High chances of random flips would cause deterministic algorithms to fail, cost of the unit would be outrageous for heterogenous circuits. However, making, or more precisely, growing, a big number of uniform elements is relatively easy. Chris was at best a dabbler in the field of neural networks, he understood enough to recognize: His contraptions have all the right stuff for building .

Suddenly he was distracted by a hiss of pain. The source was to his left, there sat a pretty inflatable girl he met earlier. He didn't see any cause of her irritation, yet couldn't help staring at, what’s her name? Ah Michelle. What a nice b ... Chris cut his thoughts in the middle and

concentrated his attention on listening to lector and taking notes.

He was interrupted by hissing sound again. Chris fought with temptation to look at the girl, hissing was barely audible, yet continuous. Finally he took a peek: clearly something was wrong with Michelle, she rose her shapely bottom from the bench and touched it, as if seeking for something. Hissing become slightly louder, as she took some tiny shiny thing to her eyes, “Damn” - she said.

Michelle looked quite alarmed, so Chris moved a bit closer. “Michelle, am I right? Are you okay?”

“Ah. Chris. Well, there isn’t a problem, no problem that should bother or distract you” - her voice told something directly opposite, though. And hissing, he heard it clearly now.

While Chris hesitated, Michelle thought again about her situation. She underestimated the rate of her deflation, especially after pulling out the thumbtack, which served as a some kind of a stopper. She was losing air too fast to last till the break and be able to walk away on her feet. Leaving with him now would cause unneeded attention. Waiting half an hour and leave half-deflated in his arms? Even worse. The final, va-bank, option came to her mind.

“By the way, Chris, did you see, who put this” - Michelle got the thumbtack between her thumb and index fingers - “On the seat?”

“No” - he looked at the sharp spike - “No I didn’t” - His voice was concerned, as he eyed the girl, so beautiful, vulnerable and obviously in need of his help - “ I, just ... can I help you somehow?”

“Punctures just heal and I don’t want to be the center of rumours” - that was true, “I think, I’ll wait for the break and then go out, I may be a little weak by that time” - and now she lied.

“If so I’ll help you”

“That would be very kind of you”

Chris smiled, nodded and both pretended to return to writing down the lecture. Michelle saw with her peripheral vision, that the boy was still watching her. The spectacle was, no doubt, entertaining. Michelle has lost in height and her arms, legs, hips, were all becoming thinner and softer. Her overinflated curves shrunk at a slower pace, just as planned: her skin on the overinflated areas is stretched out and contracts slower. So all the rest of her body will likely deflate first. She felt her skin of her back shrinking and contracting, rubbing against smooth wooden back of the seat, through the fabric of her dress. Her legs and feet lost some taut, becoming softer, stockings crumpled a bit and shoes slid off, as Michelle got shorter.

Pneumatic spine failed to keep her upright and Michelle fell forward on the table: resting her head over her arms and soft pillows of her bosom. For an observer unaware of her puncture she might look, like a girl lulled to doze off by the monotonous lecture. She was slowly sliding down, her dress was quite smooth to touch and didn’t offer much friction to hold Michelle’s chest on the table. She’d eventually fall down, under the table, but Chris noticed her condition barely in time and moved closer.

“Michelle, are you still sure you can wait till the break?”, he touched her shoulder with his hand but withdrawn quickly, as even this slightest push made her body squeeze, her shoulder almost collapsed inside.

“No. I’m afraid, I’ll be flat quite soon. I underestimated this” - voice of Michelle was genuinely faint.

“But why don’t you call for a help. There’s a first aid station on the second floor and we can go, well, I can bring you there”.

Michelle congratulated herself with the first little victory, but kept her face sad, which wasn’t too hard in her condition: “That’s such a shame. I’ll get into history with this”

Chris argued: “So, do you prefer to just deflate here?”

“When guys will be gone, some janitor will find me... awful, yet it would be better than publicity”

Chris obviously hesitated, situation was quite delicate, still he offered: “Why janitor, if there is me?”

“That would be very very nice, I can not express how much thankful I am” - In fact Michelle has trouble expressing anything. Her arms and legs were quite crumpled and useless, so was her shoulders and neck. Her head, was not flat yet, but Michelle couldn’t move it and had to mumble to the smoothed surface of the table. Chris took her by the waist and the back of her head, he helped girl assume more cosy position, spread on the bench with her head on his knees. Also, this way she was less notable. “So what should I do?” - he asked.

“No need for the first aid” - she said, tracing his look at her shapes - “the puncture is not big, it would heal by itself”

She continued : “It may take ten minutes, may be twenty. Once I’m completely deflated”

“So do I wait and inflate you in a safe place? Actually, I didn’t ever, you know, encountered inflatable people”

“There should not be a problem, just take the pump from my purse, it is pretty intuitive, I think you know where is the plug” - she smiled faintly - “I believe, I’ll be off very soon, Chris, please don’t let them see me like this. Better deflate me and fold before the break. Also, put my dress” - last tirade cut short, as Michelle’s face has collapsed.

Chris considered squeezing the remaining reservoirs of air in Michelle’s bust. He knew she is not watching, still this would be too frivolous. So, he reached under her skirt and sought for the plug, doing this also looked rather indecent. Finally, he popped poor girl open. Hissing become a little bit louder. Chris sighed and started to fold the beauty in distress. He left her dress in place, wrapping limp form of the deflated Michelle, to keep the remnants of decency.

Michelle woke up listening to the returning air and familiar sound of her compressor. She relaxed on the white plastic surface of table, as her body unwrapped and creases vanished. Chris left her panties in place, yet they slipped from her hips. When Michelle felt, she can move, her first action was to pull them up in their place, she then turned her head to face his eyes. Michelle winked, Chris smiled, but there was a shade in his eyes. Apparently something went wrong.

'Why did you do this?' He asked.

'Did what?' - she perfectly understood the question, yet still clung to the hope.

'That'. On his palm Michelle saw her thumb tacks. Uneasy silence hang in the air, filled only with the humming of the air compressor.

It was too late to come up with some elaborate lies, “I was quite desperate and didn’t see any better way to ” - Michelle’s confession stumbled, as girl thought for the right words, or was just embarrassed and perplexed.

“Better way to what?” - his voice was stern. He didn’t maintain eye contact though, as her curves taking full shape acted as a sort of decoy.

“To break the ice ... between you and me”

“Well. You’ve broken it. But that’s all wrong. We should forget all that accident, that happened today.”

Despite air overfilling her, Michelle felt terribly deflated. She just nodded with a sour expression on her face.

Finally, Chris switched compressor off, Michelle’s bosom used all the place in the dress by that moment, and started to slowly lift her upwards from the table, where she lied. “I mean, we are complete strangers, it’s nothing between us. A blank sheet ” ... he paused for a moment, “By the way, do you have any plans for tonight?”

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Michelle turned before the mirror, posing in her lingerie.

Sonya, her roommate couldn’t refrain from commenting “Are you sure, you are preparing for an Organic chemistry lecture?”

“Of course I am. You know, Chris will be there”, Michelle replied, adding a bit of mascara to accent her already irresistible appearance.

“And many other guys. Did he even notice you last time you were dolled up this way? He is hopelessly in love with Jessica, forget him, she’s going to keep him in the friend zone forever”

“You are right. He’s happy like a puppy when she let’s him do her physics, poor boy was staring at my ass last time, when he thought that I wasn’t looking his way. He’s so cute, when he’s blushing. But today I actually have a plan”

Sonya chuckled, “What? Inflate your tits twice as big as last time? It's better to just catch him in a alley and settle a date. Or, hit his head with something heavy, drag him into a dark corner, bind him and ...”

Michelle interrupted her “He’s too heavy. And no, taking that kind of initiative is not going to work with him, he’s firmly on her hook and impossibly knightly. I think there’s a better tactic to seduce a knight. But, indeed, extra boobs won’t hurt, it appears that he likes curves. Now, where did I put the pump?”

“May I help, please” Sonya asked, and without waiting for any permission, poked Michelle's buttcheek, circled around her friend's inflation valve, and yanked pulling it open. Yes, yes, a large number of people are inflatable today. At first they used to hide, then the secret got out and caused a surge of panic, as the change spread like an infection. Now it is widely accepted that half of population are like Michelle - airfilled balloon versions of their former selves. Sonya’s search for an air compressor took long enough for Michelle to deflate a little, as she waited for her friend. She had mixed feelings: annoyance, as Sonya had clearly teased her, and pleasure as her air escaped from her body - Being straight she was also a bit ashamed of the latter. Anyway, she didn't plug herself, so when Sonya extracted the compressor from the heap of clutter in the drawer, Michelle had already lost some volume and tension. Michelle was still standing on her softening legs, but her bra hang loosely on her diminishing chest, she suppressed a sigh of relief, when she felt the cool, smooth metal tube sliding inside her valve and air refilling her shapes.

Her inflatable body regained its capacity quickly, curves returned to their perky and taut state. The plan was to go further, yet her body objected: the fabric of her skin refused to stretch, struggling to contain more and more air without giving up a centimeter. Michelle knew, that this is a losing fight, meanwhile, her body become more stiff and difficult to bend, her legs and arms tended to spring straight and wide. She couldn’t suppress a short hiss of pain, when the skin of her hips and butt surrendered to the air pressure, her panties clung deeper into her expanding juicy bottom. Unlike fat, air doesn't add any burden or sagging, so her curves stood out prominently. Air quickly used the extra space in her bottom and after some struggle breasts started to blow up over normal too, overflowing the bra and pushing it forward, so a stripe of bare skin appeared below. Michelle felt pressure rising again, hinting that she’s about to run out of extra volume for expansion. Once upon a time, she went beyond that limit, and it was not a pleasant experience plus ruining ones figure for a few days, as overstretched skin takes a long time to recover. 'That’s enough, I think', she said, reaching around her inflated backside, and yanked the hose. Sonya helped, plugging her friend’s valve with the stopper cap before she lost her gains, and the hissing air was once again trapped within its pretty balloon prison.

Michelle would spend another five minutes posing in front of the mirror, yet Sonya interrupted this narcissism session: “You’re gonna miss Chris this time,” then after a teasing pause, “If you don’t scoot really quick, you’ll just miss the lecture”

Michelle rushed to the wardrobe and extracted a coffee dress and stockings out of a pile of clothes. Inflatables' fashion is not only stretchy but also crease resistant. The crumpled pile of fabric miraculously restored its shape, as Michelle squeezed herself into it, turning out to be a decent dress with open shoulders, not very revealing on the front, yet with a heart shaped window at the back. Of course, the dress kept the wearer’s plug covered, yet still close enough to the opening to be reached by naughty fingers. Then it was time for some stockings and a usual accessory - her lead-filled copper snake which wrapped itself around Michelle's waist as a belt, its gilded head with emerald eyes fastened by biting its tail. Inflatable girls like jewelry too, but if you consider a gift, never buy earrings... Michelle finished her dressing with a pair of high dark boots, with a lead sole.

'Mish, you said, you have a plan. I'm intrigued', Sonya probed. Michelle fended off, 'I'll tell you, once Chris is mine', she threw her notepad into her purse along with cosmetics, then she got a small box of thumbtacks. The last detail made Sonya's eyes get wide. 'Is it what I'm thinking?', she asked to Michelle’s back.

“I don’t know, what are you thinking, and I’m in a hurry indeed. Bye bye”

In the lift Michelle met Dina and Andrew, she knew them since freshman year, both were rather nerdy yet never boring. And they helped her alot, in the time of exams.

Dina, is a short, buxom brunette with a turned up little nose, despite her cute appearance, she is fond of heavy metal and brutal looking men. It tells, just look at Andy: he is a tall, muscular blond guy, wearing a leather vest and army boots. He packed himself into lots of heavy clothes for the same reason as Michelle did: wind. Inflatable people hate windy weather. Ballast helps, of course. Michelle’s equipment, for example, is enough to ignore only light gusts, Andrew’s one - gives a chance to stay on the ground in anything short of a gale. Anyway, it is safer to walk outdoors in the company of fleshies.

“... yet again, I really want to go to Evelin’s party with you, and I’m really sorry,” - Andrew continues some conversation, “I have a third round of Starcraft tournament tonight. And there is absolutely no way to postpone this. I promise, next time, we’ll go together”

Dina argues “Last time you promised, the very same. That next time we’ll go together. Tonight is that next time. My friends are starting to pester me about my imaginary boyfriend. No really, I’ll be looking stupid if all the other gals, beside me, come with their boys!”

“Din, that is really important for me.”

“Blah blah, You’ll lose anyway.”

“No, not this time”

They went in the alley, still arguing. Wind barely touched the leaves of the poplars, growing along the road, so the weather was fine. But anyway, Michelle was determined to see the end of the quarrel. She supported Dina, of course.

“Who do you need more, me or your fuckn game?”

“Honey, please don’t put it so”

“Who will inflate you in the morning?”

I believe, some explanation is needed here. Inflatables do not need to sleep, as fleshies do, but every coin has two sides: they still get tired, feel weakness and start to leak air. The solution is to deflate and rest a few hours. Ten hours is enough to stay active for the next four days. But, unlike fleshies, inflatable people can not ‘wake up’ without external help. There are alarm pumps for this: an automatic pump programmed to inflate you at a certain time. Yet, of course it is far more pleasant to be inflated by your mate, rather than by a piece of domestic appliance.

Andrew decided to cool things a bit: “If you won’t do it one day, I’ll stay little, helpless, puny, flat Andrew in your drawer. I think you like three dimensional me much more” - he put his hand on her back, or maybe a little below.

“You know” - she replied - “you gave me an idea”

Dina’s hand slid down over Andrew’s back and got into the back pocket of his pants. Then Michelle heard a popping sound followed by hissing.

Dina continued: “I can take you with me even if you mind it”. The hissing ended, as she plugged her boyfriend after this demonstration.

“Why did you stop?” - Andrew asked, and his voice betrayed him: there were passion, lust and pleading in it. He, woke up from his short trance, looked at Michelle and blushed.

Now Michelle was pretty sure, that Andrew is a deflation junkie and ashamed of it. Many girls and a majority of guys, that dream about being deflated, never confess it. Foremost there is pleasure from deflation itself, sensations are delicious, indeed. But there is more: giving total control to someone else, in case of Andrew - to Dina. Boys are typically reserved about such things.

Michelle felt guilty for eavesdropping, so she said: “Relax. Consider, I didn’t hear anything. By the way, I very much understand how you feel”, Michelle winked to additionally reassure him.

Meantime, Dina replied: “I can. But I’ll spare you for now, or do you really expect me to drag all your irons? No, thanks. Stay inflated and carry your burden yourself”

Andrew thought about her words for a second, glanced at Michelle, grinned, and said: “You are just bluffing.”

“We shall see”, Dina said, 'Or is it what you really want, naughty? ... Michelle, do you think it is normal for them, or is my Andrew a weirdo?'

“I don't know about boys, never had an inflatable one, but I personally find that tempting. I mean, well, my lover deflating me.”

Andrew blushed, 'Ladies, can we change a topic? To something less intimate, perhaps?'

Dina said, “What about your car?”

“What about my car?”, Andrew echoed.

“Don't pretend to be more stupid than you are. Just give me the keys for the evening” speaking in a less arrogant tone she continued “I know. I sort of lack the driver experience, but you don't drive now anyway. And you can give me a driving lesson or two”

“I think we can do it, but tonight it is not the best idea”

“Hun, let's look at it from different perspective, I'm willing to grant you your little dirty wish, but I never signed up to carry your body armor. At least by foot”

Michelle had growing feeling she was messing with things that weren't her business. She quickly said 'bye' and went towards the main building, where the lecture halls are. After a short hesitation, she left her heavy belt at the locker. Usually she didn’t as that thing is quite expensive. But that day, was a special day.

She went to the lifts, it wasn’t too crowded, as she was quite late. A nerdy fleshy boy entered the lift with Michelle, and pressed floor 7 button.

'Eight, please' she asked.

He tapped 8. Doors closed. He was looking at the ceiling, actually, at the ceiling mirror. Michelle traced his sight, blushed and turned her back to hide her cleavage from the shameless inspection.

A bit discouraged the guy supposed: 'Exams? You know they sometimes dislike that, and there is a chance you’ll face a woman professor'

Now that was arrogant! ‘How dare you? I did this for my loved one’

'He's lucky'

Michelle ignored the pesky guy for the rest of the time in the lift.

Lecture began some time ago but this wasn't a problem. Michelle stood at the doors, as if hesitant to enter. The whole amphitheatre was perfectly visible from her standing point, it wasn't crowded, of course, few students actually attend lectures, Michelle typically was not among these. She spent some time seeking for Chris, however. The back of his head is not easily distinguishable. She found her game sitting in the upper rows, far from the professor, close to the doors. “This is lucky”, she thought, “there can be no better chance” - Michelle finally resolved to go on with her foolhardy plan, took the thumbtacks and shook them in her hand. If she still had a heart in the anatomical sense, it would be beating hard.

A row of seats, where Chris was sitting, was mostly empty: nerds liked to crowd further downward - closer to their professor. Michelle went along the empty benches, choosing a good place to land. Not too far, not too close.

Chris is quite good at multitasking, that day he was focused at tuning his little project: a simulator of electronic circuits built on the basis of organic polymers, while taking notes on the prof's speech. The former was of higher priority. Chris knew, that his stuff has a great future. Public enthusiasm on organic computers went down, researchers had found: those are no rivals for silicon chips. High chances of random flips would cause deterministic algorithms to fail, cost of the unit would be outrageous for heterogenous circuits. However, making, or more precisely, growing, a big number of uniform elements is relatively easy. Chris was at best a dabbler in the field of neural networks, he understood enough to recognize: His contraptions have all the right stuff for building .

Suddenly he was distracted by a hiss of pain. The source was to his left, there sat a pretty inflatable girl he met earlier. He didn't see any cause of her irritation, yet couldn't help staring at, what’s her name? Ah Michelle. What a nice b ... Chris cut his thoughts in the middle and

concentrated his attention on listening to lector and taking notes.

He was interrupted by hissing sound again. Chris fought with temptation to look at the girl, hissing was barely audible, yet continuous. Finally he took a peek: clearly something was wrong with Michelle, she rose her shapely bottom from the bench and touched it, as if seeking for something. Hissing become slightly louder, as she took some tiny shiny thing to her eyes, “Damn” - she said.

Michelle looked quite alarmed, so Chris moved a bit closer. “Michelle, am I right? Are you okay?”

“Ah. Chris. Well, there isn’t a problem, no problem that should bother or distract you” - her voice told something directly opposite, though. And hissing, he heard it clearly now.

While Chris hesitated, Michelle thought again about her situation. She underestimated the rate of her deflation, especially after pulling out the thumbtack, which served as a some kind of a stopper. She was losing air too fast to last till the break and be able to walk away on her feet. Leaving with him now would cause unneeded attention. Waiting half an hour and leave half-deflated in his arms? Even worse. The final, va-bank, option came to her mind.

“By the way, Chris, did you see, who put this” - Michelle got the thumbtack between her thumb and index fingers - “On the seat?”

“No” - he looked at the sharp spike - “No I didn’t” - His voice was concerned, as he eyed the girl, so beautiful, vulnerable and obviously in need of his help - “ I, just ... can I help you somehow?”

“Punctures just heal and I don’t want to be the center of rumours” - that was true, “I think, I’ll wait for the break and then go out, I may be a little weak by that time” - and now she lied.

“If so I’ll help you”

“That would be very kind of you”

Chris smiled, nodded and both pretended to return to writing down the lecture. Michelle saw with her peripheral vision, that the boy was still watching her. The spectacle was, no doubt, entertaining. Michelle has lost in height and her arms, legs, hips, were all becoming thinner and softer. Her overinflated curves shrunk at a slower pace, just as planned: her skin on the overinflated areas is stretched out and contracts slower. So all the rest of her body will likely deflate first. She felt her skin of her back shrinking and contracting, rubbing against smooth wooden back of the seat, through the fabric of her dress. Her legs and feet lost some taut, becoming softer, stockings crumpled a bit and shoes slid off, as Michelle got shorter.

Pneumatic spine failed to keep her upright and Michelle fell forward on the table: resting her head over her arms and soft pillows of her bosom. For an observer unaware of her puncture she might look, like a girl lulled to doze off by the monotonous lecture. She was slowly sliding down, her dress was quite smooth to touch and didn’t offer much friction to hold Michelle’s chest on the table. She’d eventually fall down, under the table, but Chris noticed her condition barely in time and moved closer.

“Michelle, are you still sure you can wait till the break?”, he touched her shoulder with his hand but withdrawn quickly, as even this slightest push made her body squeeze, her shoulder almost collapsed inside.

“No. I’m afraid, I’ll be flat quite soon. I underestimated this” - voice of Michelle was genuinely faint.

“But why don’t you call for a help. There’s a first aid station on the second floor and we can go, well, I can bring you there”.

Michelle congratulated herself with the first little victory, but kept her face sad, which wasn’t too hard in her condition: “That’s such a shame. I’ll get into history with this”

Chris argued: “So, do you prefer to just deflate here?”

“When guys will be gone, some janitor will find me... awful, yet it would be better than publicity”

Chris obviously hesitated, situation was quite delicate, still he offered: “Why janitor, if there is me?”

“That would be very very nice, I can not express how much thankful I am” - In fact Michelle has trouble expressing anything. Her arms and legs were quite crumpled and useless, so was her shoulders and neck. Her head, was not flat yet, but Michelle couldn’t move it and had to mumble to the smoothed surface of the table. Chris took her by the waist and the back of her head, he helped girl assume more cosy position, spread on the bench with her head on his knees. Also, this way she was less notable. “So what should I do?” - he asked.

“No need for the first aid” - she said, tracing his look at her shapes - “the puncture is not big, it would heal by itself”

She continued : “It may take ten minutes, may be twenty. Once I’m completely deflated”

“So do I wait and inflate you in a safe place? Actually, I didn’t ever, you know, encountered inflatable people”

“There should not be a problem, just take the pump from my purse, it is pretty intuitive, I think you know where is the plug” - she smiled faintly - “I believe, I’ll be off very soon, Chris, please don’t let them see me like this. Better deflate me and fold before the break. Also, put my dress” - last tirade cut short, as Michelle’s face has collapsed.

Chris considered squeezing the remaining reservoirs of air in Michelle’s bust. He knew she is not watching, still this would be too frivolous. So, he reached under her skirt and sought for the plug, doing this also looked rather indecent. Finally, he popped poor girl open. Hissing become a little bit louder. Chris sighed and started to fold the beauty in distress. He left her dress in place, wrapping limp form of the deflated Michelle, to keep the remnants of decency.

Michelle woke up listening to the returning air and familiar sound of her compressor. She relaxed on the white plastic surface of table, as her body unwrapped and creases vanished. Chris left her panties in place, yet they slipped from her hips. When Michelle felt, she can move, her first action was to pull them up in their place, she then turned her head to face his eyes. Michelle winked, Chris smiled, but there was a shade in his eyes. Apparently something went wrong.

'Why did you do this?' He asked.

'Did what?' - she perfectly understood the question, yet still clung to the hope.

'That'. On his palm Michelle saw her thumb tacks. Uneasy silence hang in the air, filled only with the humming of the air compressor.

It was too late to come up with some elaborate lies, “I was quite desperate and didn’t see any better way to ” - Michelle’s confession stumbled, as girl thought for the right words, or was just embarrassed and perplexed.

“Better way to what?” - his voice was stern. He didn’t maintain eye contact though, as her curves taking full shape acted as a sort of decoy.

“To break the ice ... between you and me”

“Well. You’ve broken it. But that’s all wrong. We should forget all that accident, that happened today.”

Despite air overfilling her, Michelle felt terribly deflated. She just nodded with a sour expression on her face.

Finally, Chris switched compressor off, Michelle’s bosom used all the place in the dress by that moment, and started to slowly lift her upwards from the table, where she lied. “I mean, we are complete strangers, it’s nothing between us. A blank sheet ” ... he paused for a moment, “By the way, do you have any plans for tonight?”