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Warning: contains the longest and the most detailed inflatable TF

Some girls meet their husbands online, others find their chosen ones at college, or when walking with a dog. I met Victor at a shop, but not the usual grocery shop or some mall, no. But I’d better tell this from the beginning. Wait, even earlier than the beginning.

Once upon a time I was a typical nerdy college girl, a bit mousy, nearsighted, and with next to no friends. My family couldn’t help me much, so in my second year at college I faced some serious financial problems. I lost dorm housing because due to renovations on campus there were not enough rooms. Found a place but off campus rent wasn’t cheap and on top of the college raising its tuition fees, my savings were dwindling fast. I had to get a job, but unfortunately I wasn’t the only desperate college student, so competition was hard. All the relatively good opportunities such as tutors or nannies were already out of stock so I fruitlessly tried the bad ones but even then had no success. My last resort was the local McDonald's where I applied and again failed, because they preferred another girl. Even the fast food chains could afford being picky, I don’t think that other girl was really better than me, but she actually had boobs unlike my bee-stings.

I walked back towards home sobbing, my life seemed to be a total wreck. I knew, that without some cash by the end of week, I’ll be kicked out of the room I rented. And consequently out of the college.
Then I suddenly saw a hiring advertisement, a salesperson wanted. Of course, there was a catch, because the ad was on the window of an adult store named “Cave of wonders”. In better times I’d have ignored such a miserable opportunity, but on that fateful Wednesday I had no other choice.

I quickly fixed my makeup drenched by tears and descended into the store, which was mostly located in the cellar of the building. A tall guy greeted me and offered his help, his smile went sour when I said that I wanted to apply as a salesgirl.
“Have you look in the mirror lately? A salesgirl should resemble a girl for a start.” - the guy was openly hostile.
“Oh yes, I see.That’s why you work here then. You’re certainly effeminate enough to qualify.” - I parried. He was indeed quite slim and his rather long hair was tied in a ponytail. My comment apparently hit the target as he burst with obscenities.
A burly middle-aged man wearing a fine suit and expensive looking watches appeared from the door behind the counter. Even before he started to talk it was clear, that this guy was the boss: “Jeff, what’s going on here?” - he, obviously, disapproved the behavior of the arrogant guy.
“It’s alright, boss, she’s not a client. She wants a job.” - salesboy chuckled.
“And do you find something amusing about that? Does it somehow excuse being so rude to a lady?”
The sales guy wanted to say something in his defence, but realized it’s best to shut up now. I smiled victoriously: “Hello, I’m Fujiko. I was just passing by and noticed the ad, is it still available?” - I tried not to look too desperate.
“I’m Bart, the owner of all you survey.” - he waved his hand, showing his domain of sex toys, indecent lingerie, adult movies and other various stuff used to spice up people's private lives - “This little business of mine is doing well and expanding. I don't want to actually sit here overseeing, so I need a responsible salesperson, maybe two. Prospectively a manager, if he or she proves to be worthy. Follow me, we need to discuss the details” - he said, walking down by the corridor between the salesman desk and a shelf with erotic literature.
He opened a door inviting me to his office, I threw a glance back on Jeff. His face expressed irritation, but he quickly assumed a neutral air when noticed that I'm watching.

Inside I found a cozy little room. A desk with a computer, shelves with books and plastic folders for documents, a sofa and two chairs. He plunged in the sofa, while I seated in a chair. We talked for about quarter of hour, he explained what my duties as a salesperson would be, my compensation and the work schedule. The latter was a tricky matter, as I still had to attend classes. After some haggling we agreed to put my shifts after 4PM, though on friday and tuesday I would have to stay at the shop till the early morning.
Apparently, Bart wasn’t very picky, so he didn’t try to test me somehow during our interview, assuming that I’ll get the job from the very beginning. Maybe there were not too many other candidates. There could have been one more reason: I caught his stare venturing down from my face many times. Bart didn’t hint, that he might want anything special from me, though he did say that my image needed some work and that Gina, another one of the salesgirls, might be able to help me with that.
I signed the employment agreement that same day.
We also agreed for a little advance payment by the end of my first week - it was very handy, this would help me to settle the issue with rent.

Of course, I didn't tell anyone about my new job, especially to Nancy. She answered my ad for a roommate when I found out I wasn’t going to be in the dorms this year.Without her I’d have gone broke a month or two ago. I can’t say she’s my friend, but we are getting along. Like me she's usually strapped in cash, but the reason is different - she's a party girl who simply can’t help blowing whatever money she receives from her parents, or earns if she have some occasional random temp agency job, like distributing ads at some trade center. Despite all the differences between us, I still like Nancy. She’s goodnatured and cheerful. Though I knew, she sucks at keeping secrets. Later, on Saturday, when we met our landlord to pay the rent, Nancy was quite surprised to find that I had enough cash, because a week ago I told her about my desperate financial situation. She asked me squarely about my new job and I had to lie. I told her that my uncle agreed to help me. I couldn’t risk letting this out. Now that I had secured my expenses, my next worst case scenario was the idea of my family finding out about my new position. Mom would outright kill me if she knew.
Another person I never want to find out was Mike, my secret crush at college. He isn't quite what you’d call handsome, yet he’s quite cute and smart - one of the brightest students in our college group. Once upon a time he even helped me with a task we had for the computer science classes. Occasionally he looked at me, when he thought I'm not watching. I think he might have had an interest but was waiting for me to take the initiative or at least drop him some hints to encourage him. Sadly I lacked the courage to do so and kept waiting for the miracle.

My first workday was on Thursday, in the evening. I came and was welcomed by Gina, a lovely girl of Indian origin. I can't say she was a hottie, but she definitely had a sense of style and later I learned a lot from her on that matter .
Usually there were at least two of us at the store at the same time, and my shifts often overlapped with Gina’s, like me, she was a student and thus preferred to work at evenings and nights. She was on the fourth year and got used to working while studying without much harm to either activity.
Unlike me, Gina took advantage of her uncommon appearance, emphasizing it with a bindu and a classy saree, rather than hiding in a thick sweater. I looked like a nerd, and she was an exotic beauty, though we had nearly same physique.
She taught me the basics of our trade and later, on Sunday, we went shopping together. After three hours of non stop browsing through different sorts of garments, we bought a nice peach white kimono with purple flowers, that fitted me perfectly. It was made of pure silk and not cheap at all, financially I was still deep in, well, trouble. Gina arranged it by calling Bart, who approved the purchase via company credit card, as this was supposed to be my outfit at work. On the downside I couldn’t take it home. I think, that was a wise investment, with this robe, some make-up, flower-like barrette and high heels the change was drastic, my self-confidence as well as my success as a sales-girl went up seriously. I even considered similarly changing my image in the everyday college life, I was quite fed-up with the status of a nerdy mousy outcast girl. Though, as I said, this kimono was a property of the shop, so I decided to wait a bit more to earn the money needed for such a serious investments in my look. Then again, it was probably best I keep such a dramatic change in my looks for my work. It was very unlikely that I would be recognized by someone from my classes. Perhaps when I had saved up enough for a serious makeover, Gina could help me take it in a different direction.
I planned to make a surprise for Mike, attract his attention and finally break the ice between us. Sadly, I was too late. One day Sheila picked him up decisively. Have you ever heard the bullshit that boys should make the first step? Next time you hear it from a woman, spit in her face. Well, some guys may very well like to be the ones to take the initiative and prefer more passive girls, but I think they are in the minority. If there is a man around and you like him, go grab him as soon as possible. Take that first step yourself, the second too, if necessary. If you don’t, one of those bitches who told you about the virtue of patience will do it instead. Of course the boy you like may indeed muster up his courage and start dating ... some other woman.
That day I came home weeping. Not that I really loved Mike, no. I just believed that he liked me, and he was one of the few guys that ever noticed I exist. And she took him by a single bold move. Her appearance is far from bombshell status. Although she actually has boobs, they are countered by a lack of a waistline and a face that is quite plain. Yea, yea, I know. Sour grapes and all that, but that’s my subjective opinion.

Another thing that darkened my existence was an ongoing war of words with Jeff. I always regarded him as a minor nuisance, yet in the near future that was to prove me very wrong.
He first saw me in my new kimono when I came in the evening to start my night shift. He couldn’t help ‘approving’ it in his very special style: “Huh. Good idea, Fuji. A Japanese hooker outfit is exactly what you need. I’m sure your sales will go up.” - possibly he knew, that geisha women were not prostitutes, he just did his best to insult me.
Jeff was about to leave, but a counter-blow formed on the tip of my tongue before he got away: “thanks for your kind words, Jeff. I think your own performance will only improve if you’ll be more open about your gender in the way you dress. You know, although for any straight woman your sex appeal is outright negative, a lot of our customers are gay, it is a good opportunity for you.” - that was a direct hit, he stumbled as if there was an invisible wall in front of him. Jeff didn't turn back, however, so I couldn't see his face. He muttered something and quit the shop slamming the door behind him.
For a the rest of the week he didn’t try to attack me, as my trolling kung-fu was stronger than his. I even thought that we finally reached a truce or at least an armistice. But he had different plans.

On the following Saturday night I had agreed to pull a late shift at work right after Jeff. Tanya had asked for a sick day so I would be working alone.
I opened the door at a quarter to eleven and saw Jeff struggling to serve and keep an eye on several customers. There was a lady in her late forties picking up a vibrator, a guy trying to find some lube, and a trio of students who were just walking around the store and giggling stupidly. I was in no hurry to relieve my colleague from his duties. so I just poured myself some orange juice I had in the staff break room and watched him idly while sipping the delicious cold drink. It was too bad we don't have any Martini in our fridge.

Anyway, my shift was close ahead so I only had a very short idle time to enjoy. I left the glass on the little table behind the cashier desk and went to the back room to change. When I returned wearing my favorite kimono it was almost eleven o’clock. The customers left and Jeff was about to go home as well. He clocked out and wished me a good night before disappearing out the door. Did he just tried to be polite? - I wondered.
The night started relatively calmly. A married couple came to buy some corsets and role playing gear. Then nobody else for a little while. I used the time to check for updates in a social network and finish my juice. It had gotten warm and I thought there was some odd cinnamon flavor, but I gulped it nevertheless, because I felt thirsty.
I browsed on my phone for a bit longer, maybe two or three minutes, before I started noticing that something was wrong. The first indication came on the tips of my fingers. They felt itchy, tingly and just odd. I ignored it at first but then I suddenly found that I couldn't swipe my touchscreen. Well, I could, but my phone didn't recognize half of the attempts. Have you ever tried to use your phone while wearing gloves? It suddenly becomes much less responsive so you have to take them off, which isn't nice if weather is cold and windy.
I put down my phone, I couldn't use it anyway, and gave my hands a closer look. On the first glance I didn’t see anything special, but then I started to notice the changes: my nails were gone, or rather become one with my fingers. There were no longer rigid keratinous tissue - what were once nails had now become as soft and pliable as skin around them,but colored with glossy pink manicure gel and retaining the shape of nails. This revelation was groundbreaking enough, but there was more to come. The skin of my fingers felt softer to touch now. I rubbed my index finger tips against the pad of my thumb and the sensation was entirely new: my skin became unnaturally smooth, lacking its usual fine pattern. The friction produced some faint squeaking sounds. I had taken a shower shortly before coming to work and I could say that I was squeaky clean, but I wasn’t expecting it to be literally true!
I wondered if I was hallucinating and whether it might be a good idea to call for some emergency medical help. Then my attention was attracted to the fact, that my palms were now being affected by the same phenomenon and the border between the normal skin and altered one had spread to my wrists. Scarier still, I could now see the border was slowly advancing and the normal me was losing ground to the smooth and squeaky something. To make matters worse I was becoming aware of an itchy and tingly sensations in my toes, heralding a change starting to creep up my feet and legs as well.
I stopped short of calling 911. I probably would have had difficulty doing so anyway, since my phone was ignoring my attempts to work its touchscreen. Of course I could try to work around it by finding something that could work as a stylus, but there was another reason - I suddenly realized what exactly was happening to me.
Sales is all about knowing your product line and I had worked at the store long enough to be fairly familiar with the items we carry. Like many other adult stores, we carry a small amount of love doll potions in our stock - quite expensive and intended for a relative narrow market niche, but they don’t take up much shelf space and they give a huge profit margin. The effect is bizarre: You simply drink a small vial of the potion and it turns you into a living inflatable woman. Of course the effect is temporary, only lasting for a few hours, but for that time your flesh and bones really are transformed into a soft air filled plastic shell. I have never actually seen it happen in person before, let alone experienced it myself, and frankly speaking I hadn't planned to ever try it. Besides the hefty price tag I find the way it turns your skin pink and freezes your face in that horribly expression to be very unappealing, at least from what I’ve seen in the catalogue pictures. On top of that it makes you fairly helpless. You are still able to speak and walk about and pick up things, but your hands are reduced to soft mittens and you become very weak. Then there is that valve you grow. All it takes is a slight yank on that air plug and then, after a bit of hissing you’re nothing more than empty pile of rubber skin. Yikes. So, I was halfway to becoming a blowup Fuji.
Calling an ambulance to collect a human sextoy from an adult store would be embarrassing to say the least, especially taking into account that I would be that sextoy.
The wave of change had swept beyond my ankles and elbows, though it was still only a smoothing of the skin without any pink coloration, and my fingers hadn’t yet begun to merge into mittens. I poked my left arm with my lipstick container and my fears were confirmed. The blunt little metal cylinder easily depressed deep into my “flesh”, meeting no resistance - my poor limb had no muscle or bones anymore, it’s shape and firmness were being maintained purely by the pressure of the air within.
“But how could this have happened to me?” - I thought. Indeed, this was a mystery, though it wasn’t one that required a lot of deductive reasoning to crack. As Sherlock Holmes put it, “Eliminate the impossible, and whatever remains, however unlikely, must contain the truth”. The only thing I’d eaten or drank before the change began was my orange juice. The juice that, in the very same glass, was harmless just twenty minutes earlier when I first poured it. So I figured it was safe to conclude the juice in the jug wasn't poisoned. Someone must have mixed a dose of potion in my glass while I was changing in the staff room. Only one person had the means, motive, and opportunity to do that, so I figured that Jeff had escalated our war of words by resorting to a full scale chemical weapons attack. I didn’t have any solid proof of his guilt, but the circumstantial evidence was pointed very strongly against him. I’m sure in his sick mind he thought of this as just a joke, but this wasn't funny. It was time to call Bart, I clearly was in no condition to work so he needed to send someone to relieve me. I should go home and sleep through my perilous condition, and then I was really looking forward to confronting him in the employee meeting with Bart that would get him kicked out of his job.
I tried the said metallic capsule of my lipstick to tap the touchscreen of my phone and it worked, Though my boss was in no hurry to answer. I focused on the transmutations of my body, while listening to the long beeps of my phone. The wave of change has crept above my sleeves and on my legs it was closing to the knees. On the little positive side I still looked very natural, the sweeping change even slightly augmented my looks, particularly I noticed the little scars I had on my left arm since my childhood were gone, and those tiny hairs on the legs that every woman despise had vanished.
Like a bird hypnotized by a snake. I couldn’t resist watching the change that was slowly consuming my body. I took the beeping phone and went to the staff room, there was a nice tall mirror. I even considered taking my kimono off to take a better look, but that would be too risky in case a customer walks in, she would have to dress up really quickly, which might be problematic.
Bart didn't answer yet. “Is he sleeping? Could he have gone to bed this early?” - I pressed the button to call again. I really needed some help and quick. Though I couldn’t see the current progress of my change, I could feel it tickling my upper arms, my shoulders and thighs on the lover front, I couldn’t resist exploring my right armpit with my left hand. My armpit hair melted away right under my fingers. My hips rubbed against each other emitting the familiar squeaking sound. A naughty idea popped up in my mind: “how would it feel, when it takes my sex?”
My dreams were interrupted, when I heard the entrance door opening. I cursed and rushed back to the store. There was a middle aged man, with a stylish haircut and a nice suit. Women usually like his type. I really hoped he’ll buy something and leave quickly, but I wasn't that lucky, he saw me, smiled and waved his hand saying: “good evening, I need some advice.”
I walked out from the sales desk trying not to squeak too loud. “Of course, what are you interested in?” - I said, trying to suppress my emotions and be professional. I even considered asking him to leave and shutting the store close right now, that would be horrible, of course, but there was a nasty alternative, he might be freaked out if he saw my mouth changing into ugly round orifice that typical cheap dolls have. Though, the way my look changed so far was quite gentle, so I had a hope my doll body is not going to be unnatural or ugly.
“Well, I don’t know yet. Our sexual life has become somewhat boring lately, so I seek something to spice it up. My wife and me, we got quite used to each other, that’s not exactly very bad, but for the intimate sphere it’s bad.” - he actually didn’t know what he’s after. That was bad. I had no chance to deal with him before my change concludes.
“Do you know about your wife’s fantasies? Is there anything specific she would want to try?”

“I can only speculate. But I think, she is into some control and likes when I take charge.” - he said - “We might like to try some roleplaying, but sadly I have no experience in it.”
“We have some role playing costumes here, though I’m no expert in that myself,” - I said, showing him the shelves - “But if she’s into control, you might give a try to some light bondage. How about padded handcuffs?”
“Could you show me some?” - he clearly felt awkward. Most likely it was the first time he ever visited such a shop and needed my company. So we went to the other corner, where we had police uniforms, masks, handcuffs, leather and so on.
“And what about you? Do you find being in control over your wife arousing?” - I asked. The waves of tickling sensations had by this time left my hips and shoulders behind and I could tell that my neck, my chest across my upper breasts, and at the fringes of my bikini area were the next dish. Inwardly I was on the verge of panic, but I didn’t let myself show it. The lights were dimmer in this part of the shop where he was looking at the various kinky goods, so I hoped he won’t notice anything.
He weighed in his hand a pair of steel shackles dyed in black and put them down. - “No, I’m afraid this kind of things don’t turn me on, though it might be what she was hoping for.”
“Perhaps we need her input to find something that you would both enjoy? How about you bring her with you next time, we’ll be glad to help you fulfill your fantasies?” - obviously, I hoped he’d leave now.
He examined a doctor and nurse set, and finally agreed with me: “You have a point. Though, it would be difficult to drag her into such a place as this, but I’ll give it a try.” -
I was glad to hear that, but I couldn’t really concentrate on his words as the tickling sensation was reaching my pussy and when it did I came. Oh, that was one of the best orgasms in my life, but I couldn’t fully enjoy it since I was trying to stifle any outward sign. I had to close my eyes and couldn't help but let out a small gasp. It took all my willpower not to moan aloud.
His voice brought me back to reality: “Miss? Are you alright?” I opened my eyes and found that he was staring at me.
“No, oh,.. um,.. I mean everything is fine. I... just felt a little dizzy.” - I tried to avert the disaster, but he was too concerned to just leave me in apparent trouble. That was becoming a very untimely display of chivalry. Instead of leaving me alone like I desperately needed, he was now focusing his attention directly on me.
“But you look faint, are you sure you don't need help?” - he continued, trying to figure what was wrong with my face. At that moment I could feel the wave of change that had been spreading from my arms now finishing with my neck and my chin and cheeks began to tingle. So far the difference between my good old natural skin color and the doll’s shell had been slight, though noticeable at closer inspection. Later I found, that my new skin was smoother, had a more uniform color, and had no pores or blackheads and it also was somewhat glossy. I felt the much more dramatic changes below, under my kimono. My petite breasts and sensitive nipples had been almost fully converted. This was quite intensely pleasurable as well, though not as mind blowing as my previous experience. I was so glad I had put a stretchy sports bra on. That saved me from having my new nipples rub against the silk of my robe. That would have driven me crazy.
“I’m just a bit tired after the work day, sorry” - I had just practically asked him to leave and he finally seemed to understand. - “Oh, I see. Well, perhaps I should pay another visit soon.”
He was about to turn on his heels and go, when a hissing sound attracted his attention. The sound was emanating from my chest and I think, it started once my breasts had completed their transformation. Now that they had finished changing from flesh into balloon skin they began to grow. They were literally inflating. Fortunately my lingerie was wireless and thus allowed for a bit of stretching here and there. At first I felt that my breasts were mostly just pushing outward while the straps began to dig deeper into my pliant flesh. Then as my boobs swelled, I could feel that I was actually developing cleavage as they started to press and rub against one another. To add to that fact, they weren't just hissing, they now began to make squeaking sounds from their friction. I then felt them starting to push up and over as well as bulge out below my bra. My kimono was rather loose, though not enough to conceal this intensely erotic phase of the transformation of my body. My customer gasped dropping his jaw in amazement - “Is this for real?” - he asked.
“Oh, looks like I am having a bit of a malfunction with my wardrobe, please ignore it... “ - I couldn't just deny what he has seen and heard, but telling truth was not an option either. Luckily inflation stopped before my lingerie started to fail, my boobs’ hissing got lower, barely audible. But it didn't vanish totally, the source of the sound changed. I cursed when I realized that my reshaping wasn't over yet. My upper legs, hips and rear inflated. I had developed a bubble butt in less than minute and I suddenly realized I had grown taller. My legs and hips didn't just blow up, they had stretched and become elongated. I could read the fear that slowly displaced the curiosity and concern in the eyes of my customer.
Then he saw some changes in my face that frightened him even more: “Your lips! Why are they... ?” - he could not find a word to describe it. Indeed, my lower lip was touched by the tingling. Frankly speaking, I was scared by his reaction, for I couldn't see my own face at that moment.
“I... gotta go now.” - he said before rushing out of the store, actually running, not walking away. I didn't try to stop him. The thought dreaded me: “I must be getting an ugly face of a cheap blow-up fuck toy.”
I closed the door behind him and locked it, and turned the door sign from “Open” to “Closed”. It was two hours ahead of the schedule and technically I needed Bart’s approval for it, but he wasn't available for the call and I didn't see that I had much choice anyway.
Fishing my compact mirror out of my purse I was able to dispel my worst fears. My face was still pretty. No obscenely wide “O” shaped mouth hole, still the same cute nose and soft hazel eyes, but there were a few alterations: all the skin blemishes had gone and my lips had become sexier: slightly plumper, and had turned a passionate red. Seen this way from the start they looked appealing and lustful, but I can understand how watching them change might have spooked the customer. I can just imagine being alone with a stranger late at night, down in some establishment operating out of the cellar entrance to a building, and then odd and creepy changes start happening to her. Her body starts shifting, she grows bigger and taller, and then her lips become blood red before your eyes. I can't even guess at what he imagined what he thought must be happening, but I can certainly understand why he would have found it so frightening. After all, I was shapeshifting like some creature out of a horror film.
My head had changed shape subtly, taking on a more rounded appearance, although not as if I had gained a few pounds. The look was very natural. My chin and jawline had become much less pronounced. I think the change suited me well.
I rejoiced when the tingling wave erased the visible traces of my fatigue, I've been working and studying a lot, sleeping about five hours a night on average, so I had noticed I was developing visible pouches under my eyes when I left for work. Now that the change had passed my eyes they had completely vanished and everything appeared clearer to me too. Apparently the change had also wiped away my minor shortsightedness. It was a surprising effect when it happened, like someone adjusting the focus in a camera, all the distant objects stopped having the normal blurry appearance that I'd always taken for granted. As much as I liked the visual effects, I started to worry. One of the Murphy laws’ corollary says: “if everything seems to go well, you are missing something”. I rushed to the shelf with potions to check if Jeff left any traces. To my surprise all the four packaged bottles that we had in stock were sealed. Apparently he hadn't opened any of them. I read through the user notes on the outside label: it promised a short term effects lasting for three to twelve hours depending on the dosage. The listed effects and warnings were minor body coordination issues, hands turning into mittens with accompanying lack of functionality, an oval shaped mouth orifice that prevents proper speaking, two similar holes below, heightened libido and ability to deflate and reinflate. The transformation should take about two minutes on average, mine had been going on for twenty minutes already and seemed far from completion. So far I could only confirm one of the expected features - I was terribly horny. And there were no guys around, aww, I even briefly considered plundering the shop for a sex toy to satisfy my need. Of course, I didn't, but it required some serious discipline from my willpower.
I went to the staffroom instead, there was a good standing mirror and I took my kimono off hastily being rather impatient to see what had happened to me in better detail. I had to admit, my new body was gorgeous.
My hair had become lustrous, face still resembled it's old self for the most part, then no one would have any trouble identifying that it was me, but I looked healthier. Now I had long prominent eyelashes, thin brows, sexy lips and no signs of any imperfections. It's like I had gotten a masterpiece makeover.
On closer examination I figured my tits had gained at least two cup sizes, but visually they seemed bigger still. This was due to the contrast they now had with the reduced width of my chest under my bust. Typically women have a shelf of ribs between their breasts and the waist, unless they do something insane like surgically removing their lower ribs. I heard a rumor about the legendary burlesque star Dita von Teese doing such a crazy surgery to have a wasp’s waistline.
So, I guess my ribcage has now gone. Well, they have no more internal organs to protect anyway - only a hollow shell filled with air. And thus my figure has become impossibly hourglass shaped.
There were still some patches of normal skin on my tummy, although I could see them shrinking in size, and by the ongoing tingling I could feel that my back was not finished yet.
I couldn't help turning before the mirror to have a better look at my new bubble butt. It was ideally round, taut and juicy. Of course this made sense when you take into account that it was mere air inside. The shape was purely pneumatic in origin.
Last but not least - I saw my figure had become quite leggy in just half an hour, my height had increased by approximately two or three inches, all thanks to the stretching of my thighs, calves and so on. I was always a short asian girl, but after the change my height was now slightly above average for occidental women. After looking myself over, I found that part of me was actually regretting that it was all only temporary.
My thoughts were interrupted, when the wave of transformation converged at a single point in my back. Did I say, that I experienced my best orgasm, when my pussy was converted? Forget it, the final chord of my transformation easily overcame that previous record, yeah pun is intended. I unashamedly gave out a loud moan, as there were no one else around to be embarrassed in front of, and crumpled to the floor writhing in pleasure. I felt my delight actually become solid, materializing in the small of my back. My left hand explored the source of pleasure and grazed over a small nub there. This thing was extremely sensitive, and when I tried to give it a light tug, I experienced a new jolt of ecstasy. I looked into mirror again to find that my fingers were touching a newly formed inflation valve protruding out of my back.It was sealed by a neat airplug. Every slightest rub of my brand new erogenous zone produced fireworks in my head. I spent some time sheepishly pleasuring myself, like a teenage girl who just found the paradise button in her panties. Frankly speaking, it took quite a while before I get bored with my body's new toy. I pressed in on my plug, sinking the valve inside, in such position only the cap of the plug was exposed and visible so it couldn’t open accidentally or rub against my clothes distracting me.
I was somewhat exhausted, so my thoughts shifted from my new erotic adventure - I was alone here, reduced to inflatable doll engineered for satisfying sexual needs of men. Not a cheap and ugly one, but nevertheless on close inspection I looked a bit unnatural and even artificial. And this sensitive inflation valve made me recognize how fragile and dependant I now was. A thought struck me: what if Jeff planned to return and collect me? I never felt so helpless as I considered how impossible it would be for me to really put up a fight. It would be very easy for me to just disappear, and no one would ever know what had happened to me.
I rushed back to my phone. It was late and I didn’t see much point in wasting time by trying to call Bart again. There was only one person who I trusted and who was close enough to possibly help - Gina. I found my lipstick-stylus, it wasn’t very handy yet still better than my fingers.
She didn't reply at first, and I almost gave up, when her sleepy voice said: “Ahh, Fuji” - yawn - “is it you? What's the matter?“
“Uh, hi, Gina, I'm terribly sorry for waking you up, but I have kind of disaster here, and I couldn't reach Bart. Well, I became... “ - I paused to take a mental breather - “became inflatable!”
“What do you mean?” - I heard notes of irritation and disbelief in Gina’s question.
“I’m dead serious, no kidding. There are potions for this, transforming you into a sexdoll, you know, I think, I drank one of these.”
“But why?”
“I didn't want to, of course, I suspect that Jeff has poured it into my juice before he left. Well, I don't know exactly what's happened to me, but I have an inflation valve on my back now. That's so f*cking nice of him, we were at odds since the first time we met, of course, but poisoning me is beyond good and evil.”
“Oh, is there anyone else in the shop now?” - Gina worried.
“No. No customers, Tanya is sick so I'm alone.” - I said.
“Good. Then you better shut the shop down now and explain me what exactly happened.“ I could read the skepticism in her voice.
“Okay, wait a minute ... well, I look almost as before, but I’m curvier now, skin is smoother. My face changed slightly, my hair got luscious.”
“Is it everything? Haven't you forgotten a few things? You haven't said anything about having mittens instead your hands, or a big round hole instead of your mouth?”
“No, ” - I said - “this change made me look a bit unnatural, yet by no means ugly.”
“Look, Fuji, I witnessed the work of a doll potion once, I know how it works so you are either mistaken or bullshitting me.” - Gina replied.
“But it's true, I even have an inflation valve now!”
“Okay. Then this is something new to me, can you, say, make a selfie and send it to me? Or I have a better idea: video call in Skype” -
Gina was either too curious or too suspicious, my words were not enough, she wanted to see my face. I didn’t mind. When I got dressed, we set up a video chat from my smartphone with the camera adjusted to show my face, Gina exclaimed: “So, as I said, you are not a doll! Your look is completely normal.”
“I look almost normal” - I stressed the word almost - “But I’m not normal. Look...”
I positioned phone to show my left hand, while I poked it with a finger. This wasn’t too impressive, because my finger was as soft, as the rest of my body, so for the demo I grabbed the very first solid object that happened to attract my attention - a dildo. My subconsciousness clearly was tricking me. I blushed while pressing the sextoy into taut skin of my arm, making it give and bulge, as an evidence of the fact, that I lacked any bones. The shape of my body was maintained by mere air pressure within.
“Wow.” - Gina chuckled - “Pardon my lack of trust. And my curiosity... Can you, please, show me your inflation valve? I believe you, but all this is so, well, surprising. “
“No problem” - I took my kimono off once again and moved the phone to get better view of my back.
“Whoa! Congratulations, you’ve got a million dollar ass. But I still don't see any valve.” - Gina commented. “Oopsie. Look now” - I adjusted the phone camera to be next to the small of my back.
“I see a little circle in your back. Is it your plug?” - asked Gina.
“Yes. I've sunken it down. So the valve is not visible, just the cap of the plug. Wait, I'll show you...” - I tried to push down the plastic circle around plug, to make the valve spring out. It turned to be not so easy to do with my inflatable fingers. My fumbling was useless, but it felt quite good so I become agitated quickly and made a mistake: I pulled the cap of the plug. I yanked it making the valve pop up to the surface of my skin and next instant pop open!
Thats was very very pleasurable. The orgasmic explosion in my mind deafened the loud hissing of escaping air. So for a couple of seconds I was stunned, but it was enough to reach the point of no return, as I soon discovered.
The phone slipped from my weakening fingers and flopped on the floor, returning my mind back to reality. I heard Gina’s voice yelling: “Fuji what are you f***ing doing?!”
I rushed to reach my hissing valve with my right hand and was surprised to find how weak and uncoordinated I had become in just a few seconds. A cool jet of escaping air greeted my fingers, I found the cap but couldn't push it back to the nozzle. The leaking was receding but this was only due to the diminishing of the air pressure from within me. Other than the loss of control, the signs of deflation weren't showing up in my form yet. I had no loss of volume, sagging or collapsing. My skin wasn't contracting like a typical deflating balloon. But I lost most of the tautness and stretch that I had in the very beginning. My right arm hung down limply, despite all my efforts. I was helpless and doomed to deflate.
I fell on my knees. Before me was the terrified face of Gina. Fortunately the phone had landed undamaged and face up. She could apparently see everything but was unable to do anything about it, just like myself.
“Fuji! Hurry, plug yourself, what are you waiting for?” - she cried.
“I can't, my hands are so weak.” - I sobbed - “am I dying?”
“No! But you are deflating... Hold on, I'll be at the shop asap. I’ll inflate you.”
“That’s reassuring, oh ” - I barely evaded flopping on the floor face down, as weakness in my hips and back grew. I managed to sit on my legs instead, squeezing some air out of them even with the tiny weight I still had.
“Is it painful?” - Gina asked.
“No. Actually it’s quite pleasurable.” - I smiled - “Yet frightening.”
“You might be deflating, but it is by no means dangerous. I’m already getting dressed. I'll be at the shop in forty minutes to save you. Relax.” - With these words Gina’s face left the sight of the camera.
Air leaked slowly but steadily, tickling my nozzle. Feeling of the receding pressure was relaxing indeed. My new gorgeous bosom which I was so proud of five minutes ago, had shrunken under the pressure of my stretchy bra. My head tilted and drooped once my neck lost all the taut.
I deflated slowly, sagging, collapsing upon myself. Creases started to appear as my body folded over my lower chest and I collapsed on the floor as a plain pile of rubber or latex. I couldn’t move, but saw Gina’s head one more time before she disconnected. She said: “I can’t see you, Fuji. Are you deflated already?” - I wasn’t flat yet, but my body lied as a heap on the floor so I was out of phone camera frame. I mumbled something inarticulate in response.
“See you soon, Fuji.” - then Gina ended the call.
I spent some more time unable to do anything but observe the effects the leaking of my air was having. My head soon deformed so I couldn’t see anything but the ceiling. I'd guess it took about quarter of hour for me to deflate to the point, when my consciousness switched off.

To be continued.

Description
Warning: contains the longest and the most detailed inflatable TF

Some girls meet their husbands online, others find their chosen ones at college, or when walking with a dog. I met Victor at a shop, but not the usual grocery shop or some mall, no. But I’d better tell this from the beginning. Wait, even earlier than the beginning.

Once upon a time I was a typical nerdy college girl, a bit mousy, nearsighted, and with next to no friends. My family couldn’t help me much, so in my second year at college I faced some serious financial problems. I lost dorm housing because due to renovations on campus there were not enough rooms. Found a place but off campus rent wasn’t cheap and on top of the college raising its tuition fees, my savings were dwindling fast. I had to get a job, but unfortunately I wasn’t the only desperate college student, so competition was hard. All the relatively good opportunities such as tutors or nannies were already out of stock so I fruitlessly tried the bad ones but even then had no success. My last resort was the local McDonald's where I applied and again failed, because they preferred another girl. Even the fast food chains could afford being picky, I don’t think that other girl was really better than me, but she actually had boobs unlike my bee-stings.

I walked back towards home sobbing, my life seemed to be a total wreck. I knew, that without some cash by the end of week, I’ll be kicked out of the room I rented. And consequently out of the college.
Then I suddenly saw a hiring advertisement, a salesperson wanted. Of course, there was a catch, because the ad was on the window of an adult store named “Cave of wonders”. In better times I’d have ignored such a miserable opportunity, but on that fateful Wednesday I had no other choice.

I quickly fixed my makeup drenched by tears and descended into the store, which was mostly located in the cellar of the building. A tall guy greeted me and offered his help, his smile went sour when I said that I wanted to apply as a salesgirl.
“Have you look in the mirror lately? A salesgirl should resemble a girl for a start.” - the guy was openly hostile.
“Oh yes, I see.That’s why you work here then. You’re certainly effeminate enough to qualify.” - I parried. He was indeed quite slim and his rather long hair was tied in a ponytail. My comment apparently hit the target as he burst with obscenities.
A burly middle-aged man wearing a fine suit and expensive looking watches appeared from the door behind the counter. Even before he started to talk it was clear, that this guy was the boss: “Jeff, what’s going on here?” - he, obviously, disapproved the behavior of the arrogant guy.
“It’s alright, boss, she’s not a client. She wants a job.” - salesboy chuckled.
“And do you find something amusing about that? Does it somehow excuse being so rude to a lady?”
The sales guy wanted to say something in his defence, but realized it’s best to shut up now. I smiled victoriously: “Hello, I’m Fujiko. I was just passing by and noticed the ad, is it still available?” - I tried not to look too desperate.
“I’m Bart, the owner of all you survey.” - he waved his hand, showing his domain of sex toys, indecent lingerie, adult movies and other various stuff used to spice up people's private lives - “This little business of mine is doing well and expanding. I don't want to actually sit here overseeing, so I need a responsible salesperson, maybe two. Prospectively a manager, if he or she proves to be worthy. Follow me, we need to discuss the details” - he said, walking down by the corridor between the salesman desk and a shelf with erotic literature.
He opened a door inviting me to his office, I threw a glance back on Jeff. His face expressed irritation, but he quickly assumed a neutral air when noticed that I'm watching.

Inside I found a cozy little room. A desk with a computer, shelves with books and plastic folders for documents, a sofa and two chairs. He plunged in the sofa, while I seated in a chair. We talked for about quarter of hour, he explained what my duties as a salesperson would be, my compensation and the work schedule. The latter was a tricky matter, as I still had to attend classes. After some haggling we agreed to put my shifts after 4PM, though on friday and tuesday I would have to stay at the shop till the early morning.
Apparently, Bart wasn’t very picky, so he didn’t try to test me somehow during our interview, assuming that I’ll get the job from the very beginning. Maybe there were not too many other candidates. There could have been one more reason: I caught his stare venturing down from my face many times. Bart didn’t hint, that he might want anything special from me, though he did say that my image needed some work and that Gina, another one of the salesgirls, might be able to help me with that.
I signed the employment agreement that same day.
We also agreed for a little advance payment by the end of my first week - it was very handy, this would help me to settle the issue with rent.

Of course, I didn't tell anyone about my new job, especially to Nancy. She answered my ad for a roommate when I found out I wasn’t going to be in the dorms this year.Without her I’d have gone broke a month or two ago. I can’t say she’s my friend, but we are getting along. Like me she's usually strapped in cash, but the reason is different - she's a party girl who simply can’t help blowing whatever money she receives from her parents, or earns if she have some occasional random temp agency job, like distributing ads at some trade center. Despite all the differences between us, I still like Nancy. She’s goodnatured and cheerful. Though I knew, she sucks at keeping secrets. Later, on Saturday, when we met our landlord to pay the rent, Nancy was quite surprised to find that I had enough cash, because a week ago I told her about my desperate financial situation. She asked me squarely about my new job and I had to lie. I told her that my uncle agreed to help me. I couldn’t risk letting this out. Now that I had secured my expenses, my next worst case scenario was the idea of my family finding out about my new position. Mom would outright kill me if she knew.
Another person I never want to find out was Mike, my secret crush at college. He isn't quite what you’d call handsome, yet he’s quite cute and smart - one of the brightest students in our college group. Once upon a time he even helped me with a task we had for the computer science classes. Occasionally he looked at me, when he thought I'm not watching. I think he might have had an interest but was waiting for me to take the initiative or at least drop him some hints to encourage him. Sadly I lacked the courage to do so and kept waiting for the miracle.

My first workday was on Thursday, in the evening. I came and was welcomed by Gina, a lovely girl of Indian origin. I can't say she was a hottie, but she definitely had a sense of style and later I learned a lot from her on that matter .
Usually there were at least two of us at the store at the same time, and my shifts often overlapped with Gina’s, like me, she was a student and thus preferred to work at evenings and nights. She was on the fourth year and got used to working while studying without much harm to either activity.
Unlike me, Gina took advantage of her uncommon appearance, emphasizing it with a bindu and a classy saree, rather than hiding in a thick sweater. I looked like a nerd, and she was an exotic beauty, though we had nearly same physique.
She taught me the basics of our trade and later, on Sunday, we went shopping together. After three hours of non stop browsing through different sorts of garments, we bought a nice peach white kimono with purple flowers, that fitted me perfectly. It was made of pure silk and not cheap at all, financially I was still deep in, well, trouble. Gina arranged it by calling Bart, who approved the purchase via company credit card, as this was supposed to be my outfit at work. On the downside I couldn’t take it home. I think, that was a wise investment, with this robe, some make-up, flower-like barrette and high heels the change was drastic, my self-confidence as well as my success as a sales-girl went up seriously. I even considered similarly changing my image in the everyday college life, I was quite fed-up with the status of a nerdy mousy outcast girl. Though, as I said, this kimono was a property of the shop, so I decided to wait a bit more to earn the money needed for such a serious investments in my look. Then again, it was probably best I keep such a dramatic change in my looks for my work. It was very unlikely that I would be recognized by someone from my classes. Perhaps when I had saved up enough for a serious makeover, Gina could help me take it in a different direction.
I planned to make a surprise for Mike, attract his attention and finally break the ice between us. Sadly, I was too late. One day Sheila picked him up decisively. Have you ever heard the bullshit that boys should make the first step? Next time you hear it from a woman, spit in her face. Well, some guys may very well like to be the ones to take the initiative and prefer more passive girls, but I think they are in the minority. If there is a man around and you like him, go grab him as soon as possible. Take that first step yourself, the second too, if necessary. If you don’t, one of those bitches who told you about the virtue of patience will do it instead. Of course the boy you like may indeed muster up his courage and start dating ... some other woman.
That day I came home weeping. Not that I really loved Mike, no. I just believed that he liked me, and he was one of the few guys that ever noticed I exist. And she took him by a single bold move. Her appearance is far from bombshell status. Although she actually has boobs, they are countered by a lack of a waistline and a face that is quite plain. Yea, yea, I know. Sour grapes and all that, but that’s my subjective opinion.

Another thing that darkened my existence was an ongoing war of words with Jeff. I always regarded him as a minor nuisance, yet in the near future that was to prove me very wrong.
He first saw me in my new kimono when I came in the evening to start my night shift. He couldn’t help ‘approving’ it in his very special style: “Huh. Good idea, Fuji. A Japanese hooker outfit is exactly what you need. I’m sure your sales will go up.” - possibly he knew, that geisha women were not prostitutes, he just did his best to insult me.
Jeff was about to leave, but a counter-blow formed on the tip of my tongue before he got away: “thanks for your kind words, Jeff. I think your own performance will only improve if you’ll be more open about your gender in the way you dress. You know, although for any straight woman your sex appeal is outright negative, a lot of our customers are gay, it is a good opportunity for you.” - that was a direct hit, he stumbled as if there was an invisible wall in front of him. Jeff didn't turn back, however, so I couldn't see his face. He muttered something and quit the shop slamming the door behind him.
For a the rest of the week he didn’t try to attack me, as my trolling kung-fu was stronger than his. I even thought that we finally reached a truce or at least an armistice. But he had different plans.

On the following Saturday night I had agreed to pull a late shift at work right after Jeff. Tanya had asked for a sick day so I would be working alone.
I opened the door at a quarter to eleven and saw Jeff struggling to serve and keep an eye on several customers. There was a lady in her late forties picking up a vibrator, a guy trying to find some lube, and a trio of students who were just walking around the store and giggling stupidly. I was in no hurry to relieve my colleague from his duties. so I just poured myself some orange juice I had in the staff break room and watched him idly while sipping the delicious cold drink. It was too bad we don't have any Martini in our fridge.

Anyway, my shift was close ahead so I only had a very short idle time to enjoy. I left the glass on the little table behind the cashier desk and went to the back room to change. When I returned wearing my favorite kimono it was almost eleven o’clock. The customers left and Jeff was about to go home as well. He clocked out and wished me a good night before disappearing out the door. Did he just tried to be polite? - I wondered.
The night started relatively calmly. A married couple came to buy some corsets and role playing gear. Then nobody else for a little while. I used the time to check for updates in a social network and finish my juice. It had gotten warm and I thought there was some odd cinnamon flavor, but I gulped it nevertheless, because I felt thirsty.
I browsed on my phone for a bit longer, maybe two or three minutes, before I started noticing that something was wrong. The first indication came on the tips of my fingers. They felt itchy, tingly and just odd. I ignored it at first but then I suddenly found that I couldn't swipe my touchscreen. Well, I could, but my phone didn't recognize half of the attempts. Have you ever tried to use your phone while wearing gloves? It suddenly becomes much less responsive so you have to take them off, which isn't nice if weather is cold and windy.
I put down my phone, I couldn't use it anyway, and gave my hands a closer look. On the first glance I didn’t see anything special, but then I started to notice the changes: my nails were gone, or rather become one with my fingers. There were no longer rigid keratinous tissue - what were once nails had now become as soft and pliable as skin around them,but colored with glossy pink manicure gel and retaining the shape of nails. This revelation was groundbreaking enough, but there was more to come. The skin of my fingers felt softer to touch now. I rubbed my index finger tips against the pad of my thumb and the sensation was entirely new: my skin became unnaturally smooth, lacking its usual fine pattern. The friction produced some faint squeaking sounds. I had taken a shower shortly before coming to work and I could say that I was squeaky clean, but I wasn’t expecting it to be literally true!
I wondered if I was hallucinating and whether it might be a good idea to call for some emergency medical help. Then my attention was attracted to the fact, that my palms were now being affected by the same phenomenon and the border between the normal skin and altered one had spread to my wrists. Scarier still, I could now see the border was slowly advancing and the normal me was losing ground to the smooth and squeaky something. To make matters worse I was becoming aware of an itchy and tingly sensations in my toes, heralding a change starting to creep up my feet and legs as well.
I stopped short of calling 911. I probably would have had difficulty doing so anyway, since my phone was ignoring my attempts to work its touchscreen. Of course I could try to work around it by finding something that could work as a stylus, but there was another reason - I suddenly realized what exactly was happening to me.
Sales is all about knowing your product line and I had worked at the store long enough to be fairly familiar with the items we carry. Like many other adult stores, we carry a small amount of love doll potions in our stock - quite expensive and intended for a relative narrow market niche, but they don’t take up much shelf space and they give a huge profit margin. The effect is bizarre: You simply drink a small vial of the potion and it turns you into a living inflatable woman. Of course the effect is temporary, only lasting for a few hours, but for that time your flesh and bones really are transformed into a soft air filled plastic shell. I have never actually seen it happen in person before, let alone experienced it myself, and frankly speaking I hadn't planned to ever try it. Besides the hefty price tag I find the way it turns your skin pink and freezes your face in that horribly expression to be very unappealing, at least from what I’ve seen in the catalogue pictures. On top of that it makes you fairly helpless. You are still able to speak and walk about and pick up things, but your hands are reduced to soft mittens and you become very weak. Then there is that valve you grow. All it takes is a slight yank on that air plug and then, after a bit of hissing you’re nothing more than empty pile of rubber skin. Yikes. So, I was halfway to becoming a blowup Fuji.
Calling an ambulance to collect a human sextoy from an adult store would be embarrassing to say the least, especially taking into account that I would be that sextoy.
The wave of change had swept beyond my ankles and elbows, though it was still only a smoothing of the skin without any pink coloration, and my fingers hadn’t yet begun to merge into mittens. I poked my left arm with my lipstick container and my fears were confirmed. The blunt little metal cylinder easily depressed deep into my “flesh”, meeting no resistance - my poor limb had no muscle or bones anymore, it’s shape and firmness were being maintained purely by the pressure of the air within.
“But how could this have happened to me?” - I thought. Indeed, this was a mystery, though it wasn’t one that required a lot of deductive reasoning to crack. As Sherlock Holmes put it, “Eliminate the impossible, and whatever remains, however unlikely, must contain the truth”. The only thing I’d eaten or drank before the change began was my orange juice. The juice that, in the very same glass, was harmless just twenty minutes earlier when I first poured it. So I figured it was safe to conclude the juice in the jug wasn't poisoned. Someone must have mixed a dose of potion in my glass while I was changing in the staff room. Only one person had the means, motive, and opportunity to do that, so I figured that Jeff had escalated our war of words by resorting to a full scale chemical weapons attack. I didn’t have any solid proof of his guilt, but the circumstantial evidence was pointed very strongly against him. I’m sure in his sick mind he thought of this as just a joke, but this wasn't funny. It was time to call Bart, I clearly was in no condition to work so he needed to send someone to relieve me. I should go home and sleep through my perilous condition, and then I was really looking forward to confronting him in the employee meeting with Bart that would get him kicked out of his job.
I tried the said metallic capsule of my lipstick to tap the touchscreen of my phone and it worked, Though my boss was in no hurry to answer. I focused on the transmutations of my body, while listening to the long beeps of my phone. The wave of change has crept above my sleeves and on my legs it was closing to the knees. On the little positive side I still looked very natural, the sweeping change even slightly augmented my looks, particularly I noticed the little scars I had on my left arm since my childhood were gone, and those tiny hairs on the legs that every woman despise had vanished.
Like a bird hypnotized by a snake. I couldn’t resist watching the change that was slowly consuming my body. I took the beeping phone and went to the staff room, there was a nice tall mirror. I even considered taking my kimono off to take a better look, but that would be too risky in case a customer walks in, she would have to dress up really quickly, which might be problematic.
Bart didn't answer yet. “Is he sleeping? Could he have gone to bed this early?” - I pressed the button to call again. I really needed some help and quick. Though I couldn’t see the current progress of my change, I could feel it tickling my upper arms, my shoulders and thighs on the lover front, I couldn’t resist exploring my right armpit with my left hand. My armpit hair melted away right under my fingers. My hips rubbed against each other emitting the familiar squeaking sound. A naughty idea popped up in my mind: “how would it feel, when it takes my sex?”
My dreams were interrupted, when I heard the entrance door opening. I cursed and rushed back to the store. There was a middle aged man, with a stylish haircut and a nice suit. Women usually like his type. I really hoped he’ll buy something and leave quickly, but I wasn't that lucky, he saw me, smiled and waved his hand saying: “good evening, I need some advice.”
I walked out from the sales desk trying not to squeak too loud. “Of course, what are you interested in?” - I said, trying to suppress my emotions and be professional. I even considered asking him to leave and shutting the store close right now, that would be horrible, of course, but there was a nasty alternative, he might be freaked out if he saw my mouth changing into ugly round orifice that typical cheap dolls have. Though, the way my look changed so far was quite gentle, so I had a hope my doll body is not going to be unnatural or ugly.
“Well, I don’t know yet. Our sexual life has become somewhat boring lately, so I seek something to spice it up. My wife and me, we got quite used to each other, that’s not exactly very bad, but for the intimate sphere it’s bad.” - he actually didn’t know what he’s after. That was bad. I had no chance to deal with him before my change concludes.
“Do you know about your wife’s fantasies? Is there anything specific she would want to try?”

“I can only speculate. But I think, she is into some control and likes when I take charge.” - he said - “We might like to try some roleplaying, but sadly I have no experience in it.”
“We have some role playing costumes here, though I’m no expert in that myself,” - I said, showing him the shelves - “But if she’s into control, you might give a try to some light bondage. How about padded handcuffs?”
“Could you show me some?” - he clearly felt awkward. Most likely it was the first time he ever visited such a shop and needed my company. So we went to the other corner, where we had police uniforms, masks, handcuffs, leather and so on.
“And what about you? Do you find being in control over your wife arousing?” - I asked. The waves of tickling sensations had by this time left my hips and shoulders behind and I could tell that my neck, my chest across my upper breasts, and at the fringes of my bikini area were the next dish. Inwardly I was on the verge of panic, but I didn’t let myself show it. The lights were dimmer in this part of the shop where he was looking at the various kinky goods, so I hoped he won’t notice anything.
He weighed in his hand a pair of steel shackles dyed in black and put them down. - “No, I’m afraid this kind of things don’t turn me on, though it might be what she was hoping for.”
“Perhaps we need her input to find something that you would both enjoy? How about you bring her with you next time, we’ll be glad to help you fulfill your fantasies?” - obviously, I hoped he’d leave now.
He examined a doctor and nurse set, and finally agreed with me: “You have a point. Though, it would be difficult to drag her into such a place as this, but I’ll give it a try.” -
I was glad to hear that, but I couldn’t really concentrate on his words as the tickling sensation was reaching my pussy and when it did I came. Oh, that was one of the best orgasms in my life, but I couldn’t fully enjoy it since I was trying to stifle any outward sign. I had to close my eyes and couldn't help but let out a small gasp. It took all my willpower not to moan aloud.
His voice brought me back to reality: “Miss? Are you alright?” I opened my eyes and found that he was staring at me.
“No, oh,.. um,.. I mean everything is fine. I... just felt a little dizzy.” - I tried to avert the disaster, but he was too concerned to just leave me in apparent trouble. That was becoming a very untimely display of chivalry. Instead of leaving me alone like I desperately needed, he was now focusing his attention directly on me.
“But you look faint, are you sure you don't need help?” - he continued, trying to figure what was wrong with my face. At that moment I could feel the wave of change that had been spreading from my arms now finishing with my neck and my chin and cheeks began to tingle. So far the difference between my good old natural skin color and the doll’s shell had been slight, though noticeable at closer inspection. Later I found, that my new skin was smoother, had a more uniform color, and had no pores or blackheads and it also was somewhat glossy. I felt the much more dramatic changes below, under my kimono. My petite breasts and sensitive nipples had been almost fully converted. This was quite intensely pleasurable as well, though not as mind blowing as my previous experience. I was so glad I had put a stretchy sports bra on. That saved me from having my new nipples rub against the silk of my robe. That would have driven me crazy.
“I’m just a bit tired after the work day, sorry” - I had just practically asked him to leave and he finally seemed to understand. - “Oh, I see. Well, perhaps I should pay another visit soon.”
He was about to turn on his heels and go, when a hissing sound attracted his attention. The sound was emanating from my chest and I think, it started once my breasts had completed their transformation. Now that they had finished changing from flesh into balloon skin they began to grow. They were literally inflating. Fortunately my lingerie was wireless and thus allowed for a bit of stretching here and there. At first I felt that my breasts were mostly just pushing outward while the straps began to dig deeper into my pliant flesh. Then as my boobs swelled, I could feel that I was actually developing cleavage as they started to press and rub against one another. To add to that fact, they weren't just hissing, they now began to make squeaking sounds from their friction. I then felt them starting to push up and over as well as bulge out below my bra. My kimono was rather loose, though not enough to conceal this intensely erotic phase of the transformation of my body. My customer gasped dropping his jaw in amazement - “Is this for real?” - he asked.
“Oh, looks like I am having a bit of a malfunction with my wardrobe, please ignore it... “ - I couldn't just deny what he has seen and heard, but telling truth was not an option either. Luckily inflation stopped before my lingerie started to fail, my boobs’ hissing got lower, barely audible. But it didn't vanish totally, the source of the sound changed. I cursed when I realized that my reshaping wasn't over yet. My upper legs, hips and rear inflated. I had developed a bubble butt in less than minute and I suddenly realized I had grown taller. My legs and hips didn't just blow up, they had stretched and become elongated. I could read the fear that slowly displaced the curiosity and concern in the eyes of my customer.
Then he saw some changes in my face that frightened him even more: “Your lips! Why are they... ?” - he could not find a word to describe it. Indeed, my lower lip was touched by the tingling. Frankly speaking, I was scared by his reaction, for I couldn't see my own face at that moment.
“I... gotta go now.” - he said before rushing out of the store, actually running, not walking away. I didn't try to stop him. The thought dreaded me: “I must be getting an ugly face of a cheap blow-up fuck toy.”
I closed the door behind him and locked it, and turned the door sign from “Open” to “Closed”. It was two hours ahead of the schedule and technically I needed Bart’s approval for it, but he wasn't available for the call and I didn't see that I had much choice anyway.
Fishing my compact mirror out of my purse I was able to dispel my worst fears. My face was still pretty. No obscenely wide “O” shaped mouth hole, still the same cute nose and soft hazel eyes, but there were a few alterations: all the skin blemishes had gone and my lips had become sexier: slightly plumper, and had turned a passionate red. Seen this way from the start they looked appealing and lustful, but I can understand how watching them change might have spooked the customer. I can just imagine being alone with a stranger late at night, down in some establishment operating out of the cellar entrance to a building, and then odd and creepy changes start happening to her. Her body starts shifting, she grows bigger and taller, and then her lips become blood red before your eyes. I can't even guess at what he imagined what he thought must be happening, but I can certainly understand why he would have found it so frightening. After all, I was shapeshifting like some creature out of a horror film.
My head had changed shape subtly, taking on a more rounded appearance, although not as if I had gained a few pounds. The look was very natural. My chin and jawline had become much less pronounced. I think the change suited me well.
I rejoiced when the tingling wave erased the visible traces of my fatigue, I've been working and studying a lot, sleeping about five hours a night on average, so I had noticed I was developing visible pouches under my eyes when I left for work. Now that the change had passed my eyes they had completely vanished and everything appeared clearer to me too. Apparently the change had also wiped away my minor shortsightedness. It was a surprising effect when it happened, like someone adjusting the focus in a camera, all the distant objects stopped having the normal blurry appearance that I'd always taken for granted. As much as I liked the visual effects, I started to worry. One of the Murphy laws’ corollary says: “if everything seems to go well, you are missing something”. I rushed to the shelf with potions to check if Jeff left any traces. To my surprise all the four packaged bottles that we had in stock were sealed. Apparently he hadn't opened any of them. I read through the user notes on the outside label: it promised a short term effects lasting for three to twelve hours depending on the dosage. The listed effects and warnings were minor body coordination issues, hands turning into mittens with accompanying lack of functionality, an oval shaped mouth orifice that prevents proper speaking, two similar holes below, heightened libido and ability to deflate and reinflate. The transformation should take about two minutes on average, mine had been going on for twenty minutes already and seemed far from completion. So far I could only confirm one of the expected features - I was terribly horny. And there were no guys around, aww, I even briefly considered plundering the shop for a sex toy to satisfy my need. Of course, I didn't, but it required some serious discipline from my willpower.
I went to the staffroom instead, there was a good standing mirror and I took my kimono off hastily being rather impatient to see what had happened to me in better detail. I had to admit, my new body was gorgeous.
My hair had become lustrous, face still resembled it's old self for the most part, then no one would have any trouble identifying that it was me, but I looked healthier. Now I had long prominent eyelashes, thin brows, sexy lips and no signs of any imperfections. It's like I had gotten a masterpiece makeover.
On closer examination I figured my tits had gained at least two cup sizes, but visually they seemed bigger still. This was due to the contrast they now had with the reduced width of my chest under my bust. Typically women have a shelf of ribs between their breasts and the waist, unless they do something insane like surgically removing their lower ribs. I heard a rumor about the legendary burlesque star Dita von Teese doing such a crazy surgery to have a wasp’s waistline.
So, I guess my ribcage has now gone. Well, they have no more internal organs to protect anyway - only a hollow shell filled with air. And thus my figure has become impossibly hourglass shaped.
There were still some patches of normal skin on my tummy, although I could see them shrinking in size, and by the ongoing tingling I could feel that my back was not finished yet.
I couldn't help turning before the mirror to have a better look at my new bubble butt. It was ideally round, taut and juicy. Of course this made sense when you take into account that it was mere air inside. The shape was purely pneumatic in origin.
Last but not least - I saw my figure had become quite leggy in just half an hour, my height had increased by approximately two or three inches, all thanks to the stretching of my thighs, calves and so on. I was always a short asian girl, but after the change my height was now slightly above average for occidental women. After looking myself over, I found that part of me was actually regretting that it was all only temporary.
My thoughts were interrupted, when the wave of transformation converged at a single point in my back. Did I say, that I experienced my best orgasm, when my pussy was converted? Forget it, the final chord of my transformation easily overcame that previous record, yeah pun is intended. I unashamedly gave out a loud moan, as there were no one else around to be embarrassed in front of, and crumpled to the floor writhing in pleasure. I felt my delight actually become solid, materializing in the small of my back. My left hand explored the source of pleasure and grazed over a small nub there. This thing was extremely sensitive, and when I tried to give it a light tug, I experienced a new jolt of ecstasy. I looked into mirror again to find that my fingers were touching a newly formed inflation valve protruding out of my back.It was sealed by a neat airplug. Every slightest rub of my brand new erogenous zone produced fireworks in my head. I spent some time sheepishly pleasuring myself, like a teenage girl who just found the paradise button in her panties. Frankly speaking, it took quite a while before I get bored with my body's new toy. I pressed in on my plug, sinking the valve inside, in such position only the cap of the plug was exposed and visible so it couldn’t open accidentally or rub against my clothes distracting me.
I was somewhat exhausted, so my thoughts shifted from my new erotic adventure - I was alone here, reduced to inflatable doll engineered for satisfying sexual needs of men. Not a cheap and ugly one, but nevertheless on close inspection I looked a bit unnatural and even artificial. And this sensitive inflation valve made me recognize how fragile and dependant I now was. A thought struck me: what if Jeff planned to return and collect me? I never felt so helpless as I considered how impossible it would be for me to really put up a fight. It would be very easy for me to just disappear, and no one would ever know what had happened to me.
I rushed back to my phone. It was late and I didn’t see much point in wasting time by trying to call Bart again. There was only one person who I trusted and who was close enough to possibly help - Gina. I found my lipstick-stylus, it wasn’t very handy yet still better than my fingers.
She didn't reply at first, and I almost gave up, when her sleepy voice said: “Ahh, Fuji” - yawn - “is it you? What's the matter?“
“Uh, hi, Gina, I'm terribly sorry for waking you up, but I have kind of disaster here, and I couldn't reach Bart. Well, I became... “ - I paused to take a mental breather - “became inflatable!”
“What do you mean?” - I heard notes of irritation and disbelief in Gina’s question.
“I’m dead serious, no kidding. There are potions for this, transforming you into a sexdoll, you know, I think, I drank one of these.”
“But why?”
“I didn't want to, of course, I suspect that Jeff has poured it into my juice before he left. Well, I don't know exactly what's happened to me, but I have an inflation valve on my back now. That's so f*cking nice of him, we were at odds since the first time we met, of course, but poisoning me is beyond good and evil.”
“Oh, is there anyone else in the shop now?” - Gina worried.
“No. No customers, Tanya is sick so I'm alone.” - I said.
“Good. Then you better shut the shop down now and explain me what exactly happened.“ I could read the skepticism in her voice.
“Okay, wait a minute ... well, I look almost as before, but I’m curvier now, skin is smoother. My face changed slightly, my hair got luscious.”
“Is it everything? Haven't you forgotten a few things? You haven't said anything about having mittens instead your hands, or a big round hole instead of your mouth?”
“No, ” - I said - “this change made me look a bit unnatural, yet by no means ugly.”
“Look, Fuji, I witnessed the work of a doll potion once, I know how it works so you are either mistaken or bullshitting me.” - Gina replied.
“But it's true, I even have an inflation valve now!”
“Okay. Then this is something new to me, can you, say, make a selfie and send it to me? Or I have a better idea: video call in Skype” -
Gina was either too curious or too suspicious, my words were not enough, she wanted to see my face. I didn’t mind. When I got dressed, we set up a video chat from my smartphone with the camera adjusted to show my face, Gina exclaimed: “So, as I said, you are not a doll! Your look is completely normal.”
“I look almost normal” - I stressed the word almost - “But I’m not normal. Look...”
I positioned phone to show my left hand, while I poked it with a finger. This wasn’t too impressive, because my finger was as soft, as the rest of my body, so for the demo I grabbed the very first solid object that happened to attract my attention - a dildo. My subconsciousness clearly was tricking me. I blushed while pressing the sextoy into taut skin of my arm, making it give and bulge, as an evidence of the fact, that I lacked any bones. The shape of my body was maintained by mere air pressure within.
“Wow.” - Gina chuckled - “Pardon my lack of trust. And my curiosity... Can you, please, show me your inflation valve? I believe you, but all this is so, well, surprising. “
“No problem” - I took my kimono off once again and moved the phone to get better view of my back.
“Whoa! Congratulations, you’ve got a million dollar ass. But I still don't see any valve.” - Gina commented. “Oopsie. Look now” - I adjusted the phone camera to be next to the small of my back.
“I see a little circle in your back. Is it your plug?” - asked Gina.
“Yes. I've sunken it down. So the valve is not visible, just the cap of the plug. Wait, I'll show you...” - I tried to push down the plastic circle around plug, to make the valve spring out. It turned to be not so easy to do with my inflatable fingers. My fumbling was useless, but it felt quite good so I become agitated quickly and made a mistake: I pulled the cap of the plug. I yanked it making the valve pop up to the surface of my skin and next instant pop open!
Thats was very very pleasurable. The orgasmic explosion in my mind deafened the loud hissing of escaping air. So for a couple of seconds I was stunned, but it was enough to reach the point of no return, as I soon discovered.
The phone slipped from my weakening fingers and flopped on the floor, returning my mind back to reality. I heard Gina’s voice yelling: “Fuji what are you f***ing doing?!”
I rushed to reach my hissing valve with my right hand and was surprised to find how weak and uncoordinated I had become in just a few seconds. A cool jet of escaping air greeted my fingers, I found the cap but couldn't push it back to the nozzle. The leaking was receding but this was only due to the diminishing of the air pressure from within me. Other than the loss of control, the signs of deflation weren't showing up in my form yet. I had no loss of volume, sagging or collapsing. My skin wasn't contracting like a typical deflating balloon. But I lost most of the tautness and stretch that I had in the very beginning. My right arm hung down limply, despite all my efforts. I was helpless and doomed to deflate.
I fell on my knees. Before me was the terrified face of Gina. Fortunately the phone had landed undamaged and face up. She could apparently see everything but was unable to do anything about it, just like myself.
“Fuji! Hurry, plug yourself, what are you waiting for?” - she cried.
“I can't, my hands are so weak.” - I sobbed - “am I dying?”
“No! But you are deflating... Hold on, I'll be at the shop asap. I’ll inflate you.”
“That’s reassuring, oh ” - I barely evaded flopping on the floor face down, as weakness in my hips and back grew. I managed to sit on my legs instead, squeezing some air out of them even with the tiny weight I still had.
“Is it painful?” - Gina asked.
“No. Actually it’s quite pleasurable.” - I smiled - “Yet frightening.”
“You might be deflating, but it is by no means dangerous. I’m already getting dressed. I'll be at the shop in forty minutes to save you. Relax.” - With these words Gina’s face left the sight of the camera.
Air leaked slowly but steadily, tickling my nozzle. Feeling of the receding pressure was relaxing indeed. My new gorgeous bosom which I was so proud of five minutes ago, had shrunken under the pressure of my stretchy bra. My head tilted and drooped once my neck lost all the taut.
I deflated slowly, sagging, collapsing upon myself. Creases started to appear as my body folded over my lower chest and I collapsed on the floor as a plain pile of rubber or latex. I couldn’t move, but saw Gina’s head one more time before she disconnected. She said: “I can’t see you, Fuji. Are you deflated already?” - I wasn’t flat yet, but my body lied as a heap on the floor so I was out of phone camera frame. I mumbled something inarticulate in response.
“See you soon, Fuji.” - then Gina ended the call.
I spent some more time unable to do anything but observe the effects the leaking of my air was having. My head soon deformed so I couldn’t see anything but the ceiling. I'd guess it took about quarter of hour for me to deflate to the point, when my consciousness switched off.

To be continued.