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========================= Short intro ============================

Wish begins series of short stories. This intro is somewhat spoiler, so just skip it, to keep plot twists and surprises.
First of all, story features living inflatable people. If you dislike such weird stuff, you can read some other story at this site.
Second. though, characters are becoming inflatable one by one, they are not going to inflate to huge sizes. I tend to value plot, intrigue and depth of characters prior to sexy scenes.
Third. First person to turn into inflatable is guy. There are no gay themes, instead he will have romantic relations (and quite erotic in fact) with a girl he has known before . So if you are kid, please, stop reading right now.
Fourth. He is first one to turn, but not the last, female characters will follow quickly. Stay tunned.

If you are THAT impatient, you may skip to 4th chapter where girls really start to inflate.

Chapters:
1 Wish. fav.me/d2katbg
2 Two for the secret. bubbleguy.deviantart.com/art/t…
3 In my shoes. bubbleguy.deviantart.com/art/I…
4 Size does matter. fav.me/d2yrxr3
5 Invitation. fav.me/d32hoqf
6. (Inf)late night bubbleguy.deviantart.com/art/i…

Also, I appreciate critique and comments. Really. Feel free to tell me if you dislike something, or have good ideas.

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  After some visible hesitation, Sheila has made her mind. "Phil, just, do me a favor, stop pursuing me," She said,
"You are a good friend, cute boy, but"
"What but?" He asked, as if answer could change something.
"You aren't my type, you see, Phil".
"And whats wrong with me?"
Sheila sighed:
"Some girls like skinny guys, I don't. Get some press and shoulders. Well, that doesn't matter, it would be better for us to remain friends."
At that point Phil had to say something, but he hadn't figured what exactly. Further discussion was about pets, bbq on weekend and other harmless things.

Later at the Venice bar, Phil and his college pal Rob:
"So, you have failed miserably", Robin concluded.
"Yep. Probably, next time..."
"Forget it, man, you see, she likes  strong men. Not only physique, but the will too. Just, keep running, fooling  around her, and she'll see you're complete jerk. Gain some self-respect, there are lots of gals", Rob said it confidently, pretending to be that alpha male.
"But I need Sheila..."
"And, longer you abase yourself, smaller your chances become. By the way, she is stupid, thinks she's a queen. She is wasting her chance with you, five years later she'll regret. However, she has a point: go get pumped. It wouldn't hurt"
"And then Sheila...", Phil apparently was not about to admit he is ready to give up, yet his stubbornness diminished slightly.
Rob noticed uncertainty in his friend's voice, so he interrupted him victoriously: "Forget about Sheila, dude. You are going to get muscles for your own sake, not to please her. Lets drink for it. For Selfsufficiency!"
And they drank. Too much that evening. On the plus side, Robin succeeded in distracting Phil, at least a bit.

Thats what Phil managed to recall about Friday on Saturday morning. His heart-ache was deafened by head-ache, sunbeams, piercing eyelids, made him stand up and stagger towards nearest source of water. Phil complied to demands of his arid throat: water, what a bliss, the One, inventor of watter-supply-system, be praised!  Last night thoughts about going to gym were discarded completely:
Firstly Phil felt so bad, perspective of adding extra strain by lifting chunks of metal seemed horrible.
Secondly, he'd no doubt look very stupid, among bodybuilders.
Thirdly closest known gym was rather expensive.
He gulped yet another mouthful of water and solution came. Swimming is good for muscular growth too, it is cheaper as long as decent beach is near, and its pleasant. He got a short breakfast consisting of things tolerated by sick stomach, took a towel, swims, sunglasses. Not that he planned to sunbath a lot, just to hide from annoying daylight. Finally, door slammed shut, separating clutter in Phil's apartment from its rightful owner. Not being in driving condition, Phil took a bus heading to farthest possible beach: Cape Salzbank. In addition to relatively clear waters, lack of crowd and beautiful scenery, it offered two more hours of sleep.
... he was an athlete with bulging biceps, triceps, bulging everything, performing some unimaginable somersaults, flips, bathing in amazed sights of hundreds of women around, throwing himself into air was so easy, as if ... at that point Phil has awaken, as bus has reached destination, everybody was asked to leave.
Gentle breeze brought scent of salt water, seaweed and understanding of life's not-so-badness. Few passengers descended to a narrow twisted trail leading to stripe of wet pebbles, with several blobs of intensively colored sunshades.
"I'm here to get some meat on my bones, lets reach that tiny rock in the distance, it will be my first objective, I'll  get there ASAP, for best effect" Phil promised to himself. "And Rob was right, there are others, worth attention" Linda and Sue, girls from neighborhood were also there, hundred meters ahead. They had some guy with them, but he was not  worth attention. Staring at them, made headache fade, as well as image of unreachable Sheila. Not surprising, Phil stumbled, losing balance and attracting looks. He immediately started to settle on the place, assuming 'everything goes as planned' face.
Not wasting any more time, Phil dived into soothing salt water, previously selected rock  looked farther now, it took dozen minutes to reach it, no less. So he got there panting heavily, with building pleasant fatigue in his hands. Top of tiny isle was flat and inviting to rest. Crystal water revealed distant ocean bottom and shoals of silvery fishes, sun reflections were hypnotizing, wind gentle, sun dried drops of water on Phil's skin. Atop of all this place looked miraculous. Slowly rhythmic splashes of waves and blinks of sun made Phil see second dream in this morning. This time
dream haven't swept him away. Everything was normal except voice:

  "Hey. Why are you here?"
Phil tried to find the source of that question, fruitlessly: only rock, ocean and seagulls.
He replied in the air: "Resting a bit, before going back to the shore, do you mind?"
Unseen visitor continued: "Not really, just what is point in coming here and then returning?"
Phil's nervousness has suddenly passed, he replied calmly:
"Oh, its a long story. In a few words, I want to get pumped up a bit"
"Pumped up? - Voice interrupted - Interesting, is there any reason for it?"
"I need it for self respect and girls like it"
Pause followed, as if invisible one had to ponder what he or she has heard.
"Really? Hmm, I've quited  long ago, though your wish is such an uncommon one. So I hereby grant it."
"Wish, who are you?"
"That is not important. Oh, almost forgot, sorry, I have to go. Good luck and take care."
Nothing happened, but Phil somehow understood, that audience is over.

Some random cloud covered sun, making blinks on the water halt their fuss, Phil shivered and woke up. Strangely headache has passed completely, as well as muscular pain. One who slept on a bare rock could expect opposite. He glanced at his hands: surprisingly they were visibly bigger thanks to biceps. How could it happen after meager half an hour of training? Then Phil noticed other muscles on legs, hips, torso increasing at barely noticeable rate. Also, his body hair started to vanish. "Is it weird allergic reaction, or am I still dreaming?" He thought, at that point Phil has recalled his recent dream in a sudden flash.
Whom was I speaking to? Given eerie things already happening, idea of supernatural entity didn't seem that weird. Genie? Faerie? Extraterrestrial intelligence? Or simple schizophrenia?
In the meantime change progressed, Phil already had a figure of amateur bodybuilder. Hair on the head only, scar left by ablation of appendix has vanished too, swims looking at least one size less than ok for his new body, cleaving into his flesh. Last, but not least he felt a lot lighter.
"That Creature, how could he, or she, take words pumped up literally? Typical genie humor" That thought was interrupted by strong sensation in Phil's back on the waistline level. He carefully touched something protruding from his back, it was hard to identify, but an uncomforting idea has already settled into his mind.
There was one simple way to check insanely irrational theory, that Phil had. He descended to water and stepped into waves. Ocean repulsed his limb, as if it was Dead sea instead of Pacific ocean. Or as if insanely irrational theory was right: he has become inflatable, keeping consciousness and mobility of normal man. Or he was still sleeping.

Suddenly backward trip has become a problem. Phil realized: his new condition must be concealed at all costs, and guy floating on the water surface would, no doubt, attract attention. After some pondering, Phil decided to stay at the isle until night, and pray for wind to be calm. What he'll do next? How to compensate absence of weight? Is there some food that will be ok for him? How to cheat medical tests? Avoid sharp objects? Can this magic 'benefactor' be found again, to take that damn wish back?
Geenie refused to contact again, despite all pleads, gods of weather were deaf to prayers and wind started to strenthen, threatening to throw Phil into the sea. Things were becoming really sour, when Linda and airmattress with Sue aboard appeared, closing to Phil's isle. Was this particular twist of fortune good or bad remained to be seen. It was probably too late for escaping, so Phil spent remaining time looking at girls:
Linda is slender, even skinny, curly blonde, with cute nose and full lips, swimming easily and occasionally diving. Sue is redhead, somewhat plump, with attractive curves, magnetic green eyes (not seen from the distance, Phil just knew her eyes are green). Girls were discussing something, looking at Phil from time to time. In the close vicinity of isle, Linda has turned back to the shore, while Sue approached.
"Hi, Sue. Nice look, as always"
"Hey, handsome, I've seen you before, didn't I?" - Sue was in good mood and looked at him with interest. Probably, the change had positive sides too.
"I'm Phil, college, parties of Jack and Julie Faulers, do you remember?"
"Oh, and we are neighbors, right?"
"Absolutely"
"Whats up?"
"I'm fine, just ...", - Phil hesitated. Of course, telling her everything was not a good idea.
"Really ok? You are sitting here for a second hour in the row", - Sue seemed worried.
"Yeah, sunbathing. I don't mind a little company"
She landed in the meantime.
Phil, continued: "In the matter of fact, I have some problem here. Eh I don't know how to explain..."
"And you look rather odd, I mean you look great, but still something"
"Well, you are right. Really odd", - Phil finally decided. He stepped on the water. Sue's eyes widened
"Ohmy! You are walking on waters! But how? Have you been crucified recently, lol. No, seriously, how do you do that?"
Next wave has swept Phil and he flapped on the water flatly. This looked funny, also Sue had a good opportunity to examine boys back, while he struggled to get ashore.
After getting her fallen jaw in place, she continued: "Wow, are you that light? And that thing on your back. it looks exactly like airplug on my airbed. Amazing!"
"Well, I don't know. And thats no trick, Sue. Something has really happened to me. Sorry for drawing you into my problems"
"No. I'm already curious. Tell me"
"There is nothing special to tell, I was ok three hours ago. And now, I just hope it is a dream, or I'm inflatable!"
Sue poked him with her index finger, first lightly, then with more dedication. Though Phil's skin was taut, it has given to pressure, allowing her finger to sink for at least centimeter.
"Careful!"
"What?", - Sue has drawn her finger back.
"You have nails"
"Aha. Do you think, I can puncture you that way?"
"I just don't know", - He realized how fake and vulnerable his new muscular body is. Being afraid of gal's nails probably was quite a bad tactics for flirt, however, this words brought unexpected consequences: Sue imagined him punctured and deflating, that was strangely arousing.
"We can figure that later" she said.
"First I have to reach shore somehow, without attracting attention, and Sue, promise me. This my ... condition is a secret. I fear, I can end as a lab rat, or in some secret prison.  If information about it leaks to media. So, I absolutely have to hide it!"
"Oh, I understand. I'll be silent, of course. And thats why you can not just swim to the coast. Yes. Everybody will notice"
"Yes, thats a problem. I intended to wait till night, and then may be try to swim", - Phil was not sure this plan is good. Wind was becoming a problem, also there were no buses after dark. Anyway, Sue interrupted him:
"But I  think, I can help you with this!", - she blushed and smiled, somewhat mischievously.
"Will you let me use your air mattress, to swim to the shore?", - that was actually his first thought, when Sue sighted. Probably, it could work minute ago, but now Sue had other plans.
"No, I'm afraid to swim without it for a long distance. But..." She told.
"What?"
"Your airplug, well, that thing in your back. It seems to be of same size as one in the airbed, so if you are really inflatable, my pump is likely to match you"
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
"Everything will be ok, relax"
"No way!"
Then Sue has quickly reached the plug, and moment later pulled it. 'POP' and audible hissing sound followed.
Either shock, or moral restrictions against fighting women, or both made Phil just listen to hissing of air rushing out of his pneumatic body for five seconds, his formerly bulging athletic body, chest, press, legs, everything had lost pressure and taut, he protested:
"Please, stop it"
"I'll reinflate you, I promise", - She watched as formerly tall, hefty guy shrank before her, she still held him by opened plug.
Now he shriveled a bit more, being smaller then his former skinny self. After that long delay he finally tried to wrestle, reach plug. But Sue was holding it firmly, hissing just become louder. Phil was losing his strength rapidly, his hands were almost flat, deflation slowing again. Sue embraced his limp crumpling body, pressing Phil's knees into his chest, folding him. Air rushed again, inflating his upper part for a short time.
"Sorry, I've just wanted to see that, and this is amazing, I'll inflate you back soon"
Then Phil felt asleep, as his chest and head become crumpled and finally flat in Sues hands. She rolled him tightly, took his swims, returned to airbed, and headed for shore.

Description
========================= Short intro ============================

Wish begins series of short stories. This intro is somewhat spoiler, so just skip it, to keep plot twists and surprises.
First of all, story features living inflatable people. If you dislike such weird stuff, you can read some other story at this site.
Second. though, characters are becoming inflatable one by one, they are not going to inflate to huge sizes. I tend to value plot, intrigue and depth of characters prior to sexy scenes.
Third. First person to turn into inflatable is guy. There are no gay themes, instead he will have romantic relations (and quite erotic in fact) with a girl he has known before . So if you are kid, please, stop reading right now.
Fourth. He is first one to turn, but not the last, female characters will follow quickly. Stay tunned.

If you are THAT impatient, you may skip to 4th chapter where girls really start to inflate.

Chapters:
1 Wish. fav.me/d2katbg
2 Two for the secret. bubbleguy.deviantart.com/art/t…
3 In my shoes. bubbleguy.deviantart.com/art/I…
4 Size does matter. fav.me/d2yrxr3
5 Invitation. fav.me/d32hoqf
6. (Inf)late night bubbleguy.deviantart.com/art/i…

Also, I appreciate critique and comments. Really. Feel free to tell me if you dislike something, or have good ideas.

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

  After some visible hesitation, Sheila has made her mind. "Phil, just, do me a favor, stop pursuing me," She said,
"You are a good friend, cute boy, but"
"What but?" He asked, as if answer could change something.
"You aren't my type, you see, Phil".
"And whats wrong with me?"
Sheila sighed:
"Some girls like skinny guys, I don't. Get some press and shoulders. Well, that doesn't matter, it would be better for us to remain friends."
At that point Phil had to say something, but he hadn't figured what exactly. Further discussion was about pets, bbq on weekend and other harmless things.

Later at the Venice bar, Phil and his college pal Rob:
"So, you have failed miserably", Robin concluded.
"Yep. Probably, next time..."
"Forget it, man, you see, she likes  strong men. Not only physique, but the will too. Just, keep running, fooling  around her, and she'll see you're complete jerk. Gain some self-respect, there are lots of gals", Rob said it confidently, pretending to be that alpha male.
"But I need Sheila..."
"And, longer you abase yourself, smaller your chances become. By the way, she is stupid, thinks she's a queen. She is wasting her chance with you, five years later she'll regret. However, she has a point: go get pumped. It wouldn't hurt"
"And then Sheila...", Phil apparently was not about to admit he is ready to give up, yet his stubbornness diminished slightly.
Rob noticed uncertainty in his friend's voice, so he interrupted him victoriously: "Forget about Sheila, dude. You are going to get muscles for your own sake, not to please her. Lets drink for it. For Selfsufficiency!"
And they drank. Too much that evening. On the plus side, Robin succeeded in distracting Phil, at least a bit.

Thats what Phil managed to recall about Friday on Saturday morning. His heart-ache was deafened by head-ache, sunbeams, piercing eyelids, made him stand up and stagger towards nearest source of water. Phil complied to demands of his arid throat: water, what a bliss, the One, inventor of watter-supply-system, be praised!  Last night thoughts about going to gym were discarded completely:
Firstly Phil felt so bad, perspective of adding extra strain by lifting chunks of metal seemed horrible.
Secondly, he'd no doubt look very stupid, among bodybuilders.
Thirdly closest known gym was rather expensive.
He gulped yet another mouthful of water and solution came. Swimming is good for muscular growth too, it is cheaper as long as decent beach is near, and its pleasant. He got a short breakfast consisting of things tolerated by sick stomach, took a towel, swims, sunglasses. Not that he planned to sunbath a lot, just to hide from annoying daylight. Finally, door slammed shut, separating clutter in Phil's apartment from its rightful owner. Not being in driving condition, Phil took a bus heading to farthest possible beach: Cape Salzbank. In addition to relatively clear waters, lack of crowd and beautiful scenery, it offered two more hours of sleep.
... he was an athlete with bulging biceps, triceps, bulging everything, performing some unimaginable somersaults, flips, bathing in amazed sights of hundreds of women around, throwing himself into air was so easy, as if ... at that point Phil has awaken, as bus has reached destination, everybody was asked to leave.
Gentle breeze brought scent of salt water, seaweed and understanding of life's not-so-badness. Few passengers descended to a narrow twisted trail leading to stripe of wet pebbles, with several blobs of intensively colored sunshades.
"I'm here to get some meat on my bones, lets reach that tiny rock in the distance, it will be my first objective, I'll  get there ASAP, for best effect" Phil promised to himself. "And Rob was right, there are others, worth attention" Linda and Sue, girls from neighborhood were also there, hundred meters ahead. They had some guy with them, but he was not  worth attention. Staring at them, made headache fade, as well as image of unreachable Sheila. Not surprising, Phil stumbled, losing balance and attracting looks. He immediately started to settle on the place, assuming 'everything goes as planned' face.
Not wasting any more time, Phil dived into soothing salt water, previously selected rock  looked farther now, it took dozen minutes to reach it, no less. So he got there panting heavily, with building pleasant fatigue in his hands. Top of tiny isle was flat and inviting to rest. Crystal water revealed distant ocean bottom and shoals of silvery fishes, sun reflections were hypnotizing, wind gentle, sun dried drops of water on Phil's skin. Atop of all this place looked miraculous. Slowly rhythmic splashes of waves and blinks of sun made Phil see second dream in this morning. This time
dream haven't swept him away. Everything was normal except voice:

  "Hey. Why are you here?"
Phil tried to find the source of that question, fruitlessly: only rock, ocean and seagulls.
He replied in the air: "Resting a bit, before going back to the shore, do you mind?"
Unseen visitor continued: "Not really, just what is point in coming here and then returning?"
Phil's nervousness has suddenly passed, he replied calmly:
"Oh, its a long story. In a few words, I want to get pumped up a bit"
"Pumped up? - Voice interrupted - Interesting, is there any reason for it?"
"I need it for self respect and girls like it"
Pause followed, as if invisible one had to ponder what he or she has heard.
"Really? Hmm, I've quited  long ago, though your wish is such an uncommon one. So I hereby grant it."
"Wish, who are you?"
"That is not important. Oh, almost forgot, sorry, I have to go. Good luck and take care."
Nothing happened, but Phil somehow understood, that audience is over.

Some random cloud covered sun, making blinks on the water halt their fuss, Phil shivered and woke up. Strangely headache has passed completely, as well as muscular pain. One who slept on a bare rock could expect opposite. He glanced at his hands: surprisingly they were visibly bigger thanks to biceps. How could it happen after meager half an hour of training? Then Phil noticed other muscles on legs, hips, torso increasing at barely noticeable rate. Also, his body hair started to vanish. "Is it weird allergic reaction, or am I still dreaming?" He thought, at that point Phil has recalled his recent dream in a sudden flash.
Whom was I speaking to? Given eerie things already happening, idea of supernatural entity didn't seem that weird. Genie? Faerie? Extraterrestrial intelligence? Or simple schizophrenia?
In the meantime change progressed, Phil already had a figure of amateur bodybuilder. Hair on the head only, scar left by ablation of appendix has vanished too, swims looking at least one size less than ok for his new body, cleaving into his flesh. Last, but not least he felt a lot lighter.
"That Creature, how could he, or she, take words pumped up literally? Typical genie humor" That thought was interrupted by strong sensation in Phil's back on the waistline level. He carefully touched something protruding from his back, it was hard to identify, but an uncomforting idea has already settled into his mind.
There was one simple way to check insanely irrational theory, that Phil had. He descended to water and stepped into waves. Ocean repulsed his limb, as if it was Dead sea instead of Pacific ocean. Or as if insanely irrational theory was right: he has become inflatable, keeping consciousness and mobility of normal man. Or he was still sleeping.

Suddenly backward trip has become a problem. Phil realized: his new condition must be concealed at all costs, and guy floating on the water surface would, no doubt, attract attention. After some pondering, Phil decided to stay at the isle until night, and pray for wind to be calm. What he'll do next? How to compensate absence of weight? Is there some food that will be ok for him? How to cheat medical tests? Avoid sharp objects? Can this magic 'benefactor' be found again, to take that damn wish back?
Geenie refused to contact again, despite all pleads, gods of weather were deaf to prayers and wind started to strenthen, threatening to throw Phil into the sea. Things were becoming really sour, when Linda and airmattress with Sue aboard appeared, closing to Phil's isle. Was this particular twist of fortune good or bad remained to be seen. It was probably too late for escaping, so Phil spent remaining time looking at girls:
Linda is slender, even skinny, curly blonde, with cute nose and full lips, swimming easily and occasionally diving. Sue is redhead, somewhat plump, with attractive curves, magnetic green eyes (not seen from the distance, Phil just knew her eyes are green). Girls were discussing something, looking at Phil from time to time. In the close vicinity of isle, Linda has turned back to the shore, while Sue approached.
"Hi, Sue. Nice look, as always"
"Hey, handsome, I've seen you before, didn't I?" - Sue was in good mood and looked at him with interest. Probably, the change had positive sides too.
"I'm Phil, college, parties of Jack and Julie Faulers, do you remember?"
"Oh, and we are neighbors, right?"
"Absolutely"
"Whats up?"
"I'm fine, just ...", - Phil hesitated. Of course, telling her everything was not a good idea.
"Really ok? You are sitting here for a second hour in the row", - Sue seemed worried.
"Yeah, sunbathing. I don't mind a little company"
She landed in the meantime.
Phil, continued: "In the matter of fact, I have some problem here. Eh I don't know how to explain..."
"And you look rather odd, I mean you look great, but still something"
"Well, you are right. Really odd", - Phil finally decided. He stepped on the water. Sue's eyes widened
"Ohmy! You are walking on waters! But how? Have you been crucified recently, lol. No, seriously, how do you do that?"
Next wave has swept Phil and he flapped on the water flatly. This looked funny, also Sue had a good opportunity to examine boys back, while he struggled to get ashore.
After getting her fallen jaw in place, she continued: "Wow, are you that light? And that thing on your back. it looks exactly like airplug on my airbed. Amazing!"
"Well, I don't know. And thats no trick, Sue. Something has really happened to me. Sorry for drawing you into my problems"
"No. I'm already curious. Tell me"
"There is nothing special to tell, I was ok three hours ago. And now, I just hope it is a dream, or I'm inflatable!"
Sue poked him with her index finger, first lightly, then with more dedication. Though Phil's skin was taut, it has given to pressure, allowing her finger to sink for at least centimeter.
"Careful!"
"What?", - Sue has drawn her finger back.
"You have nails"
"Aha. Do you think, I can puncture you that way?"
"I just don't know", - He realized how fake and vulnerable his new muscular body is. Being afraid of gal's nails probably was quite a bad tactics for flirt, however, this words brought unexpected consequences: Sue imagined him punctured and deflating, that was strangely arousing.
"We can figure that later" she said.
"First I have to reach shore somehow, without attracting attention, and Sue, promise me. This my ... condition is a secret. I fear, I can end as a lab rat, or in some secret prison.  If information about it leaks to media. So, I absolutely have to hide it!"
"Oh, I understand. I'll be silent, of course. And thats why you can not just swim to the coast. Yes. Everybody will notice"
"Yes, thats a problem. I intended to wait till night, and then may be try to swim", - Phil was not sure this plan is good. Wind was becoming a problem, also there were no buses after dark. Anyway, Sue interrupted him:
"But I  think, I can help you with this!", - she blushed and smiled, somewhat mischievously.
"Will you let me use your air mattress, to swim to the shore?", - that was actually his first thought, when Sue sighted. Probably, it could work minute ago, but now Sue had other plans.
"No, I'm afraid to swim without it for a long distance. But..." She told.
"What?"
"Your airplug, well, that thing in your back. It seems to be of same size as one in the airbed, so if you are really inflatable, my pump is likely to match you"
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
"Everything will be ok, relax"
"No way!"
Then Sue has quickly reached the plug, and moment later pulled it. 'POP' and audible hissing sound followed.
Either shock, or moral restrictions against fighting women, or both made Phil just listen to hissing of air rushing out of his pneumatic body for five seconds, his formerly bulging athletic body, chest, press, legs, everything had lost pressure and taut, he protested:
"Please, stop it"
"I'll reinflate you, I promise", - She watched as formerly tall, hefty guy shrank before her, she still held him by opened plug.
Now he shriveled a bit more, being smaller then his former skinny self. After that long delay he finally tried to wrestle, reach plug. But Sue was holding it firmly, hissing just become louder. Phil was losing his strength rapidly, his hands were almost flat, deflation slowing again. Sue embraced his limp crumpling body, pressing Phil's knees into his chest, folding him. Air rushed again, inflating his upper part for a short time.
"Sorry, I've just wanted to see that, and this is amazing, I'll inflate you back soon"
Then Phil felt asleep, as his chest and head become crumpled and finally flat in Sues hands. She rolled him tightly, took his swims, returned to airbed, and headed for shore.