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================================================================

      See "Offer you can not refuse" and "price of second chance" - previous chapters.

This story features inflatable people. Unlike majority of inflation fiction writings, there will be:

* no magic.

* no magic, pretending to be science. Including no "comics science".

* no deus-ex-machina.

* no fetishist scientists who just want to become inflatable or inflate others.

* no fetishists at all.

  Hey, people are inflatable, but that doesn't automatically mean they like it

I.e. it is a pathetic attempt to setup a plausible sci-fiction plot involving inflatable people.

There will be history of future, love story, troubles and adventures, some whining about fate of humanity and consumption society and no porn both in ordinary and inflationist meaning, though lots of mild erotic is guaranteed.

Enjoy.

PS. I love comments.

==================================================================

Elly took a pause, noticing sour expression on my face after words "storage" and "transportation". A thought struck me, she said ordinary people, like she, can afford inflatable bodies, couple minutes before she referred inflatable people as "We", "When we are deflated, time passes quickly". I inspected her looks once again, noticing slight glossiness of skin, minor creases forming, when she bent her arms, her skin bulged where it was tightened by fabric, was she breathing? Elly caught my sight on her ample chest, which was not heaving, even slightly. She get confused  once again and I didn't found anything better then asking head-on question: "Are you inflatable too?"

---

"Yes" - she confirmed sadly - "I had to. Ended paralyzed below neck, after accident. Hope it would not complicate our relations?"
"Do you regret it? Why is it that bad? And finally, I don't see how can this complicate things, especially if we have more in common?"
"Really? Then I hope we'll get along. I met few men before and got slighting attitude once they found about me … don't know why. Girls, staff and clients, sometimes regard inflatable boys not very seriously. That hole on the back of your shirt for inflation plug to stick out, they think it is very funny joke to pull it when you don't expect. So they, probably, extend that informal rule of harassing inflatables to me too"
"You said you never worked with guys before, so what is true, and what did they, deflated you?"
"Well I have never seen them naked, nor inflated them, so you see I was disturbed and lost self control a bit . As to the second question, they didn't touch me, just stopped taking me and my questions seriously ... my task is, well, I have to interview you about inconveniences  and differences between your present and former feeling. People used to lose all the kinestetic memory about previous body in the course of twenty four hours, so we'd better start soon. I forgot completely how is it to be flesh and bone human, I know, I have been one, but this is abstract thought. So, please concentrate on your feelings, try to do set of exercises and tell me what is changed"
I had no idea about exercises she meant and did typical warm-up series of muscle flexing, turning head, torso and so on. There was a lot of difference in fact and I did my best to explain: "I can bend and flex in the way unimaginable before" - I bent my arm against elbow, hardly even ninjas could repeat that, then I turned my head to look down onto my back and inflation plug - "That's easy, though, I feel growing resistance when bending. As if my arms want to spring back and straighten". I also noted strange feelings where ribcage have been, loss of sensitivity in knees, absence of hard nails, well, the full list of minor oddities was really big. We spent about an hour, I - talking, she - making notes in a device looking like a very small portable computer. Interface was noteworthy and quite spectacular: she just waved in the air, making gestures with her fingers, apparently this was a very fast way of writing, all fingers were moving. As I found later, such devices were called nodes - acting like portable terminals to access personal account on a remote server, no local permanent memory and limited processing power, but small size, convenience and very minor price. Seemingly people didn't care much about safety of their private data.
When I thought, there is nothing more to try, she surprised me: "Okay, first part is done. I mean testing with pressure above normal. By the way, it explains tense feeling and resistance to bending. Lets go to the second part" - With this words she quickly popped my plug open. I didn't try to stop her, presuming, that she wouldn't deflate me totally, and even if she will? Strangely, I trusted her, as if we were old friends or even more. First my pneumatic muscles started to disappear, my indecent suit become less snug, my pneumatic body losing tautness as air hissed out. I concentrated on feeling of flowing air and found it pleasant, almost delicious. I started to sag and really worry, when she plugged me again and explained: "Now lets describe feelings in underinflated case". This time I felt weakness when moving, suit sat loosely, creases appeared at various places from time to time, body parts that lacked pressure not only felt limp, but lost sensitivity a bit. This time interrogation was shorter, but more fruitful: Elly made more notes and looked concerned. When job was done, she explained: "Interesting, I didn't knew about that … tactile imperceptibility. Its either only you, or nobody noticed that phenomenon before. Look, we can make a little experiment now. But let's fix you first". She got air tank again, quickly popped me open and started inflating shortly after. Apparently, her motions were perfected by lots of practice, yet she was disturbed and probably aroused. Later I found that male inflation and deflation was considered light erotic, tolerated by public opinion. She let me pass the 'skinny', 'normal' and 'slightly pumped' stages, plugged me, when suit got really stretched by my expanding chest and become tight. "Okay" - Elly said - "Now I'll deflate myself a bit, until some body parts start to sag and we'll find is it general problem or only you". After short pause she added: "You may help me, if you want". She turned her back to me and instructed: "See the zipper on my back? There is a pocket" I cautiously undid the zipper, it went round making arc or  incomplete circle. As I expected, there was a plug, just like mine.
Elly continued: "By the way, you have no right to hide plug, like I do. That's quite a stupid rule, in the beginning this was a precaution. To make sure, that misbehaving men can be deflated quickly. Nowadays it is mostly a matter of fashion and of course a common case of perverted fun for them. So far I inflated and deflated you … without asking permission, as fleshies often do, well it's your turn. I kind of trust you and want you to trust me. So go on. Pull it, I'll tell you when it is enough. If something goes wrong, you can handle inflator, do you?".
"It looks clear enough" - I said, cautiously, touching the cap of the plug. Whirlwind of thoughts danced in my head (or where is thinking organ in my new body?). "Is she crazy?", "Is she flirting with me?", "Or may be it is normal in their society?", "Interesting, how does it look like?"
She cheered me up: "Don't be shy. You have to get used to this". I pulled valve easily, it jumped into out position, protruding for centimeter or two from her back. Plug opened effortlessly and Elly started to leak. In my previous life I've seen a lot of inflatables from toys to rafts and tires. Jet of air shooting from her back was really strong, seemingly pressure within us was really high, more then in a said raft and close to tightly pumped tire. Before my eyes slightly plump girl become skinny, losing her curves and a bit of height too. Her overall was getting loose, she let out a sigh: "Did you note that it is a pleasant feeling. You just need to listen to it". "She's really flirting with me" - I thought.   "Yes it is. I particularly liked when you did it. So I'm returning the favor" - I decided to play along. She become visibly smaller, creases started to appear on her arms, where I could see her skin. Garments barely held. Then crumpling legs failed her, she started to tumble, so I caught her gently by the waist and noted  how pliable she become, then she said: "Oh, its enough, I got dreamy and lost the moment, sorry". I moved to plug her, and found no valve in the hole on her back, girl deflated so much and virtually sank into her suit, thus plug has slid inside. While I sought for it, pressure left Elly's head so she flopped forward, deflated to the point of losing consciousness. I could not  find the plug under fabric and in the meantime girl deflated almost completely. That was indeed an accident. Was it her initial intention? Jaunty girl indeed. So I unzipped side of her overall and extracted the near flat Elly from it. She had on only thin panties made of very stretchy material, it contracted now, so panties still held in place, yet slid to hips. I had an opportunity to watch her naked, while she didn't know. Deflated Elly was not only flat and crumpled, but also shorter then in normal state. I turned her, face was still beautiful, bust was almost flat and barely visible. Suddenly I felt shame, so I turned her against the floor again and inserted the hose. Twisting the neck worked and air started to flow into Elly. It didn't took very long: she returned to life and looked at me over her shoulder, of course she found back of my head, as I was scrupulously pretending that I'm not watching. Glass doors on the shelves were reflecting just enough for me.
"Ah it went, out of control a bit" - She said, plugging herself: "Be so kind, close your eyes, please.  No really close your eyes. I see your face in the mirror". This time I obeyed. She rustled a bit and let me look again. In stead of dressing into overall, too loose for her underinflated frame, she put on just a bra, made of same fabric that of panties. She sat on the floor and rose her left arm, so it lost most of pressure, above elbow arm became crumpled and flopped despite Elly's effort. I had to help, holding her left hand by the fingers. We both touched her left arm in different places, yet found no signs of insensitivity. Suddenly a thought struck me: "Elly, close your eyes". "Why?" - she asked, yet followed my request.
- "Do you feel it now?" - I said.
- "What?"
- "But I'm tickling your arm now"
She opened her eyes instantly and found that was truth: "Now when I see it, I somehow feel your touch. You are genius, Alex. Our neural nets adapt to tactile imperceptibility. I see you touching me, and I know that I should be sensing it kinesteticaly and so my mind fools itself. How did you know?"
- "Just a guess"
- "Then you have a good scientific intuition"
I helped her inflate to the normal state, she insisted, that I had to finish the job. I held the inflator and watched how she regained her lost taut, reaching usual size, then straps of her bra and panties started to plunge into her expanding flesh, I saw her from behind only, but the performance was fantastic. Excessive air didn't spread evenly but mostly went to butt, hips, some to sides making them look a bit fat, as I didn't hurry to stop inflation, nor Elly asked me to, I've soon started to see sides of her huge bosom from behind. Air didn't concentrate in the curves anymore and Elly started to inflate as balloon, i.e. most went to stomach now. Her voice was surprisingly angry and annoyed: "Stop it now! You had to stop, long ago, but I was kind and stupid enough to wait and see how shameless you are"
I twisted the neck of inflator quickly and helped her deflate, she was unable to reach plug already. And had to apologize, of course : "Look, Elly, I'm really sorry. I was not sure what size is normal, so I waited for your word, well, this was beautiful" … for a minute or two she was icy, yet thawed eventually : "Let's assume this was a misunderstanding. We may be in the same boat, working for the same company. But we are friends at best". When she dressed up again, Elly continued  in a more kind tone: "Well. We finished with the interrogation part, yet I have to tell you a lot. About your duty here, general information you'll get from the network, but you have to learn language at first. Take a seat, this may take quite a while".
Then she told me about speaking technique they are using today. It was a revelation for me: most of people used finger language today, vocal languages were still used, though, but finger language was essential to interface with various machinery, gestures coded syllables not whole words. This were based on some evolved version of English, adapted to programming and general communication with computers. By the way this role saved English from extinction, like Latin has become lingua medica, English has become lingua technica.  With a hypnopod, I was supposed to learn that finger language, as well as few modern vocal languages based on old Spanish, Deutsche, Chinese, Russian and Arabic. Hopefully I wouldn't need all that, but clients may speak  in different languages...said hypnopod was a small metal-shiny disc with fancy glasses, headphones and gauntlets attached with wires. As Elly explained, I had to just lie on the bed, put everything on and gesture start, she has shown me how to do this.
Besides that, I could educate myself with a help of local network node, sleep on the bed, redress: there were three suits for change, all made of stretchy fabrics, so they looked like midget fashion while on the shelves, but adapted to size of ones body, when put on. All the various inventory in room could retract back into wall, floor and so on. Ergonomics was an idea fix for designers of twenty fifth century.
Elly said, she'll return in the evening so we'll go down to the mess hall, a place for meeting rather then eating. Then she left me alone, so I could start studying now. I had not lost any more time, hoping to master some basic level by the end of day.

To be continued.

Description
================================================================

      See "Offer you can not refuse" and "price of second chance" - previous chapters.

This story features inflatable people. Unlike majority of inflation fiction writings, there will be:

* no magic.

* no magic, pretending to be science. Including no "comics science".

* no deus-ex-machina.

* no fetishist scientists who just want to become inflatable or inflate others.

* no fetishists at all.

  Hey, people are inflatable, but that doesn't automatically mean they like it

I.e. it is a pathetic attempt to setup a plausible sci-fiction plot involving inflatable people.

There will be history of future, love story, troubles and adventures, some whining about fate of humanity and consumption society and no porn both in ordinary and inflationist meaning, though lots of mild erotic is guaranteed.

Enjoy.

PS. I love comments.

==================================================================

Elly took a pause, noticing sour expression on my face after words "storage" and "transportation". A thought struck me, she said ordinary people, like she, can afford inflatable bodies, couple minutes before she referred inflatable people as "We", "When we are deflated, time passes quickly". I inspected her looks once again, noticing slight glossiness of skin, minor creases forming, when she bent her arms, her skin bulged where it was tightened by fabric, was she breathing? Elly caught my sight on her ample chest, which was not heaving, even slightly. She get confused  once again and I didn't found anything better then asking head-on question: "Are you inflatable too?"

---

"Yes" - she confirmed sadly - "I had to. Ended paralyzed below neck, after accident. Hope it would not complicate our relations?"
"Do you regret it? Why is it that bad? And finally, I don't see how can this complicate things, especially if we have more in common?"
"Really? Then I hope we'll get along. I met few men before and got slighting attitude once they found about me … don't know why. Girls, staff and clients, sometimes regard inflatable boys not very seriously. That hole on the back of your shirt for inflation plug to stick out, they think it is very funny joke to pull it when you don't expect. So they, probably, extend that informal rule of harassing inflatables to me too"
"You said you never worked with guys before, so what is true, and what did they, deflated you?"
"Well I have never seen them naked, nor inflated them, so you see I was disturbed and lost self control a bit . As to the second question, they didn't touch me, just stopped taking me and my questions seriously ... my task is, well, I have to interview you about inconveniences  and differences between your present and former feeling. People used to lose all the kinestetic memory about previous body in the course of twenty four hours, so we'd better start soon. I forgot completely how is it to be flesh and bone human, I know, I have been one, but this is abstract thought. So, please concentrate on your feelings, try to do set of exercises and tell me what is changed"
I had no idea about exercises she meant and did typical warm-up series of muscle flexing, turning head, torso and so on. There was a lot of difference in fact and I did my best to explain: "I can bend and flex in the way unimaginable before" - I bent my arm against elbow, hardly even ninjas could repeat that, then I turned my head to look down onto my back and inflation plug - "That's easy, though, I feel growing resistance when bending. As if my arms want to spring back and straighten". I also noted strange feelings where ribcage have been, loss of sensitivity in knees, absence of hard nails, well, the full list of minor oddities was really big. We spent about an hour, I - talking, she - making notes in a device looking like a very small portable computer. Interface was noteworthy and quite spectacular: she just waved in the air, making gestures with her fingers, apparently this was a very fast way of writing, all fingers were moving. As I found later, such devices were called nodes - acting like portable terminals to access personal account on a remote server, no local permanent memory and limited processing power, but small size, convenience and very minor price. Seemingly people didn't care much about safety of their private data.
When I thought, there is nothing more to try, she surprised me: "Okay, first part is done. I mean testing with pressure above normal. By the way, it explains tense feeling and resistance to bending. Lets go to the second part" - With this words she quickly popped my plug open. I didn't try to stop her, presuming, that she wouldn't deflate me totally, and even if she will? Strangely, I trusted her, as if we were old friends or even more. First my pneumatic muscles started to disappear, my indecent suit become less snug, my pneumatic body losing tautness as air hissed out. I concentrated on feeling of flowing air and found it pleasant, almost delicious. I started to sag and really worry, when she plugged me again and explained: "Now lets describe feelings in underinflated case". This time I felt weakness when moving, suit sat loosely, creases appeared at various places from time to time, body parts that lacked pressure not only felt limp, but lost sensitivity a bit. This time interrogation was shorter, but more fruitful: Elly made more notes and looked concerned. When job was done, she explained: "Interesting, I didn't knew about that … tactile imperceptibility. Its either only you, or nobody noticed that phenomenon before. Look, we can make a little experiment now. But let's fix you first". She got air tank again, quickly popped me open and started inflating shortly after. Apparently, her motions were perfected by lots of practice, yet she was disturbed and probably aroused. Later I found that male inflation and deflation was considered light erotic, tolerated by public opinion. She let me pass the 'skinny', 'normal' and 'slightly pumped' stages, plugged me, when suit got really stretched by my expanding chest and become tight. "Okay" - Elly said - "Now I'll deflate myself a bit, until some body parts start to sag and we'll find is it general problem or only you". After short pause she added: "You may help me, if you want". She turned her back to me and instructed: "See the zipper on my back? There is a pocket" I cautiously undid the zipper, it went round making arc or  incomplete circle. As I expected, there was a plug, just like mine.
Elly continued: "By the way, you have no right to hide plug, like I do. That's quite a stupid rule, in the beginning this was a precaution. To make sure, that misbehaving men can be deflated quickly. Nowadays it is mostly a matter of fashion and of course a common case of perverted fun for them. So far I inflated and deflated you … without asking permission, as fleshies often do, well it's your turn. I kind of trust you and want you to trust me. So go on. Pull it, I'll tell you when it is enough. If something goes wrong, you can handle inflator, do you?".
"It looks clear enough" - I said, cautiously, touching the cap of the plug. Whirlwind of thoughts danced in my head (or where is thinking organ in my new body?). "Is she crazy?", "Is she flirting with me?", "Or may be it is normal in their society?", "Interesting, how does it look like?"
She cheered me up: "Don't be shy. You have to get used to this". I pulled valve easily, it jumped into out position, protruding for centimeter or two from her back. Plug opened effortlessly and Elly started to leak. In my previous life I've seen a lot of inflatables from toys to rafts and tires. Jet of air shooting from her back was really strong, seemingly pressure within us was really high, more then in a said raft and close to tightly pumped tire. Before my eyes slightly plump girl become skinny, losing her curves and a bit of height too. Her overall was getting loose, she let out a sigh: "Did you note that it is a pleasant feeling. You just need to listen to it". "She's really flirting with me" - I thought.   "Yes it is. I particularly liked when you did it. So I'm returning the favor" - I decided to play along. She become visibly smaller, creases started to appear on her arms, where I could see her skin. Garments barely held. Then crumpling legs failed her, she started to tumble, so I caught her gently by the waist and noted  how pliable she become, then she said: "Oh, its enough, I got dreamy and lost the moment, sorry". I moved to plug her, and found no valve in the hole on her back, girl deflated so much and virtually sank into her suit, thus plug has slid inside. While I sought for it, pressure left Elly's head so she flopped forward, deflated to the point of losing consciousness. I could not  find the plug under fabric and in the meantime girl deflated almost completely. That was indeed an accident. Was it her initial intention? Jaunty girl indeed. So I unzipped side of her overall and extracted the near flat Elly from it. She had on only thin panties made of very stretchy material, it contracted now, so panties still held in place, yet slid to hips. I had an opportunity to watch her naked, while she didn't know. Deflated Elly was not only flat and crumpled, but also shorter then in normal state. I turned her, face was still beautiful, bust was almost flat and barely visible. Suddenly I felt shame, so I turned her against the floor again and inserted the hose. Twisting the neck worked and air started to flow into Elly. It didn't took very long: she returned to life and looked at me over her shoulder, of course she found back of my head, as I was scrupulously pretending that I'm not watching. Glass doors on the shelves were reflecting just enough for me.
"Ah it went, out of control a bit" - She said, plugging herself: "Be so kind, close your eyes, please.  No really close your eyes. I see your face in the mirror". This time I obeyed. She rustled a bit and let me look again. In stead of dressing into overall, too loose for her underinflated frame, she put on just a bra, made of same fabric that of panties. She sat on the floor and rose her left arm, so it lost most of pressure, above elbow arm became crumpled and flopped despite Elly's effort. I had to help, holding her left hand by the fingers. We both touched her left arm in different places, yet found no signs of insensitivity. Suddenly a thought struck me: "Elly, close your eyes". "Why?" - she asked, yet followed my request.
- "Do you feel it now?" - I said.
- "What?"
- "But I'm tickling your arm now"
She opened her eyes instantly and found that was truth: "Now when I see it, I somehow feel your touch. You are genius, Alex. Our neural nets adapt to tactile imperceptibility. I see you touching me, and I know that I should be sensing it kinesteticaly and so my mind fools itself. How did you know?"
- "Just a guess"
- "Then you have a good scientific intuition"
I helped her inflate to the normal state, she insisted, that I had to finish the job. I held the inflator and watched how she regained her lost taut, reaching usual size, then straps of her bra and panties started to plunge into her expanding flesh, I saw her from behind only, but the performance was fantastic. Excessive air didn't spread evenly but mostly went to butt, hips, some to sides making them look a bit fat, as I didn't hurry to stop inflation, nor Elly asked me to, I've soon started to see sides of her huge bosom from behind. Air didn't concentrate in the curves anymore and Elly started to inflate as balloon, i.e. most went to stomach now. Her voice was surprisingly angry and annoyed: "Stop it now! You had to stop, long ago, but I was kind and stupid enough to wait and see how shameless you are"
I twisted the neck of inflator quickly and helped her deflate, she was unable to reach plug already. And had to apologize, of course : "Look, Elly, I'm really sorry. I was not sure what size is normal, so I waited for your word, well, this was beautiful" … for a minute or two she was icy, yet thawed eventually : "Let's assume this was a misunderstanding. We may be in the same boat, working for the same company. But we are friends at best". When she dressed up again, Elly continued  in a more kind tone: "Well. We finished with the interrogation part, yet I have to tell you a lot. About your duty here, general information you'll get from the network, but you have to learn language at first. Take a seat, this may take quite a while".
Then she told me about speaking technique they are using today. It was a revelation for me: most of people used finger language today, vocal languages were still used, though, but finger language was essential to interface with various machinery, gestures coded syllables not whole words. This were based on some evolved version of English, adapted to programming and general communication with computers. By the way this role saved English from extinction, like Latin has become lingua medica, English has become lingua technica.  With a hypnopod, I was supposed to learn that finger language, as well as few modern vocal languages based on old Spanish, Deutsche, Chinese, Russian and Arabic. Hopefully I wouldn't need all that, but clients may speak  in different languages...said hypnopod was a small metal-shiny disc with fancy glasses, headphones and gauntlets attached with wires. As Elly explained, I had to just lie on the bed, put everything on and gesture start, she has shown me how to do this.
Besides that, I could educate myself with a help of local network node, sleep on the bed, redress: there were three suits for change, all made of stretchy fabrics, so they looked like midget fashion while on the shelves, but adapted to size of ones body, when put on. All the various inventory in room could retract back into wall, floor and so on. Ergonomics was an idea fix for designers of twenty fifth century.
Elly said, she'll return in the evening so we'll go down to the mess hall, a place for meeting rather then eating. Then she left me alone, so I could start studying now. I had not lost any more time, hoping to master some basic level by the end of day.

To be continued.