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--:This story contains: Pooltoy TF/Flattening/Humiliation/Sexual Themes:--

The school of Squashedstone buzzed loudly with the murmurs of students eagerly discussing to one another. Within the crowd are Mia and Lucy who are making their way to their first lesson. Mia's head stuck out of the crowd like a magnet in a scrapyard being taller than most students present. Lucy, on the other hand, barely reached Mia's shoulder. The two look at each other, deep in conversation.
"But why would they NEED a swimming pool added to the school?" Mia scoffs, aggressively clenching their fists. A gap between the girls and the rest of the crowd had become apparent. No-one wanted to deal with an angered Mia.
"You're making a...big deal out of this." Lucy calmly replies looking up towards her enraged girlfriend.
Mia's fists partially relax whilst still holding her angered march. She brushes back her hair and glances over to Lucy.
"I just..."
The two reach Lucy's locker. Instead of unlocking it to get her folders and books for the day, she places a hand on Mia's shoulder and looks up towards her.
"Mia, what's wrong?"
Feeling the caring touch of her girlfriend instantly melted away any ice-cold reply away from Mia.
"I...Lucy, can you keep a secret?"
Lucy responds with a slight smirk,
"Mia, I know most of your secrets. You can tell me." Her eyes fade from confidence to concern, "It isn't another girl, is it? I will melt her down into a puddle if she's bugging you! I developed this thing yester-"
"Lucy."
"Yeah?"
"I can't swim."

Lucy's pupils shrink in surprise. Mia continues: "And I'm too embarrassed to use any floaties because everyone will think I'm a soft baby who can't swim..."
Lucy's cheeks inflate full of air and a tiny smile escapes her lips. Mia stares down Lucy's soul and continues once again: "If you laugh, you're dead."
The blonde haired gal immediately swallows and coughs out subtle laughter. She holds Mia's arms meekly as she continues to look at her girlfriend's face now swelling up with embarrassment. It was quite a rare scene to get Mia away from her 'stern look' expression. But Lucy knew well that the only person Mia would emote actual emotions to is her. Knowing this honour, she improvises.
"Well, our PE lesson is our final one today. I could probably cook up something that will allow you to float without others seeing any handicap. All you have to do is focus on going forward. Would that work?"
The ginger blinks motionlessly. After a small delay, she begins hugging her special other.
"Thank you."
Lucy is taken back by the sudden hug, but embraces it nonetheless. This is cut short by a student looking at them funny. He raises an eyebrow which garners the attention of Mia who doesn't hesitate to act.
"Do you MIND!?"
Before she could even finish the sentence there was only a cloud of dust where he once was, now booking it down the hallway.
"You could be less...intense, you know." Lucy squeaks as she's being crushed from the intensified hug fueled by anger. Mia smirks and brushes Lucy's hair aside.
"And you could be less sadistic with your transformed victims, but I don't see you doing anything about it." Lucy blushes and looks away.
"Good point..."
Once free from her partner's grasp, she locates the keys in her blazer and opens up her locker to find not only her books but a blonde paper girl crumpled up inside. Lucy appears surprised as she pulls out the wrinkled rubbery flat girl.
"Is this...Samantha?"
Samantha's expression is of plastered terror, unmoving eyes and a wide-open mouth with her hands and breasts spread out wide, completely wrinkly from being crumpled up in the locker. Her legs dangle pathetically covered in a light dust.
"Oh yeah!" Mia replies, "I saw she was bugging you on Friday, so later that day I taught her a lesson. I think it had quite an impact on her!" She lets off a hearty laugh. "I know how sadistic you like to be, so I thought she'd make a great gift."
"But today is Monday." Lucy quickly replies, "if you did this on Friday that means for the entire weekend..."
"You were -supposed- to check your locker before you went home. Guess you never did. Here:"
Mia takes Samantha's floppy body out of Lucy's hand and chucks it into the intense crowd where it wobs and waves until it is trampled helplessly under hundreds of stampeding feet. "When everyone's gone to class, they'll find her body and restore her. Though, not before being trampled first~."
Lucy can only gawk at Mia's actions. She quickly returns to reality.
"And you say I'm the sadistic one?" She snickers, completely disregarding the paper girl. Mia scoffs and puts her hand on Lucy's head like a pet.
"Whatever. Let's get to class. Just please get me that thing before PE or I'll use you as a floaty." Her voice was deadly serious.
The blonde fails to hide a lustful blush at the thought, "S-sure. Oh, I also heard they hired an instructor and assistant just for this new facility. I hope they aren't too strict..."

"MISCHA!"
Light brown hair shoots upwards as Mischa scrambles up the noodle floaties from the water, almost dropping them from the shout. She carries them over her shoulder and walks cautiously over to the other equipment consisting of ropes to separate lanes of the pool. She drops them carelessly and looks towards the person who had yelled: The Instructor. She wore identical wear to Mischa without the embarrassing "POOL EQUIPMENT" text plastered across her chest. The only difference was that the instructor tucked the shirt into her shorts. Her chestnut hair was tied back into a bun further emphasizing her face. It was rough and aged as if been through a war, yet a smile never ceased along her lips. With this expression in view, Mischa quietly responds:
"Yes?"
The instructor walks close to her and hugs her arm around Mischa's shoulder to her surprise, using her other arm to wipe in an arc in front of them.
"Just look at this place!"
Mischa awkwardly glances over the features of the pool. The main feature was obviously the pool going from a shallow depth to a deep 3 meters at the far end. The roof was dome-like spanning across the entire building. One of the shorter walls was composed majoritively of glass, revealing the rest of the school. The building was connected to the back of the school taking up a bit of the field. and students could be seen relaxing outside for lunch. Another wall consisted majoritively of doorways including the main entrance, male and female changing rooms as well as unisex toilets right next to the shallow entrance of the pool. Admittedly to Mischa, the place didn't look half bad. It was quite modern. It just felt weird to her that a school consisting of a strange age group of 18 to 21 years of age had such a vast budget. She attempted to budge out of the instructor's grip but decided that she'll be done with her monologue eventually and let it happen.
"This is our pride. 40 years ago we wouldn't even have a bath like this. We would wash ourselves out in the rain!"
Mischa awkwardly smiles and thinks "I have to speak with only one person but it's this loony?"

"What I'm trying to say, Mischa, is that you should take more pride in your work! What does your shirt say?"
Mischa looks down at her generously-sized chest and blushes, only just forgetting how tight-fitted the shirt was now just reminded and making her feel socially insecure.
"Uh...P-pool equipment?
The instructor releases the grip of Mischa allowing the poor assistant to breath with personal space.
"That's right. You need to wear that with pride. This is what you specialize in. Stretch those words out to everyone if you must! Show them who you are, and own it!"
Mischa awkwardly blinks and glances to her left. She wasn't sure why the old bat was so eager to talk about 'pride' and her chest. The fact alone that she referred to her by her first name felt awkward enough. It was like a forced friendship. All of these mixed feelings melted down to a simple:
"Yes, ma'am."
The instructor's smile twitches a bit.
"So please: put away the pool equipment properly."
"Ah." Mischa thought to herself, "That's why she gave me a lecture. Perhaps I should do a little better for my first day. It does pay handsomely after all."
Mischa swallows her gut and replies with a fake eager expression
"Will do, just count on me!"
The instructor's smile returns to its peak,
"That's my girl!"
Mischa sighs walking back to the equipment of the floaties and the thrown-together ropes. Only two more sessions until she could go home and relax. Play some games, listen to some music. She thought Squashedstone really was a spectacle of a place. Just last session a black haired girl had been squashed against the pool wall. A "'bigger' girl (as Mischa put it in her head) was one of the last to swim the lengths. She had her eyes closed swimming and with the weight of a whale accidentally rammed into the poor black haired girl at the end who was turned around chatting to her friend from within the pool. Mischa had the fun job of fishing the lilypad-esque girl out of the water like a hook-a-duck game. However, at the end of the day, a job's a job. She was eager to be freed from this building in just 3 more periods.

RRRRRRRRRIIING
The bell violently yells for period 4 to end and the final one to begin.
Students scramble throughout the halls, further plastering unfortunate victims such as Samantha into the ground. She had still not been recovered from the first session now smearing into the ground. Her entire body as well as tits widen from the squishing and stretching of the stampede. Mia steps on Samantha's face as both her and Lucy make their way to the building that houses the ginger's nightmare: a pool. The girls and their other classmates spill into the building, keeping a good distance away from those who had just finished their lesson and were dripping head to toe with water.
"Welcome!" A tough female voice emits from the left. It was the instructor. She stood confidently with her hands on her hips. Behind her stood an awkward-looking Mischa.
"Today you'll be tested on your swimming ability. Notably the 25m length of the pool! This will also include using different style such as the doggy paddle-"
Mia, holding her chest tightly having both of her arms crossed, leans down towards Lucy as the instructor blabbers on.
"Hey Lucy, you did get something for me, right?"
Lucy smirks and shuffles a hand into her blazer pocket which was bulging from the content inside. She takes out what appears to be a metallic syringe. It had a base of thin steel and the tipped needle was a transparent plastic cone with a hole at the tip with a rubber safety cap on it. Below was a trigger very similar to a glue gun yet the device appeared to already have some purple liquid nearly come out of the tip despite the trigger not being pressed. She also removes some cotton balls from her pockets. Mia looks at her with stern confusion.
"You're going to...glue cotton balls to me...?"

"SILENCE!" The instructor yells, causing an echo throughout the building. Every student including Lucy and Mischa jump becoming wide-eyed, Mischa stumbling back a bit from the shock. Mia didn't react at all and numbingly looks back to the instructor. She continues to babble on about rules and safety as Mia and Lucy continue talking, whispering much quieter.
"Well yes" Lucy replies, "but actually no." She waggles the syringe against her hip below the teacher's sight.
"The liquid in this reduces the density of an object to a consistency similar to rubber. I went with rubber since it floats pretty well and doesn't need to be too big so it can remain hidden. All you'll have to do is squirt it on these cotton balls. They'll thin out to slabs of floating rubber which you can easily hide in that large chest of yours."
Mia blushes and further hides her chest behind her crossed arms causing them to bulge.
"You don't need to make a comment about it, you idiot!... A-as long as it works it'll do... Just pass the thing over."
Lucy supplies the cotton ball but is quick to retract the syringe from Mia's grasp.
"Oh, uhm. This one is the prototype. It has a leaking problem and was way too potent. It made the cotton balls into massive rubbery balls the size of my head. The working one I've got is in my bag, I'll give it to you when the instructor is done talking and we get changed."
The pair then tune back into the instructor's speech.

"...and our lovely assistant, Mischa, will be helping us out for today's session!" The instructor concludes. Mischa waves awkwardly to the class and lets out a meek "Hi." Mischa thought it would get easier to introduce herself to the 5th group, but there was something so frightening about being put on the spot. She thought she was ok with social interaction, but not a crowd giving her this much attention. She peers over to a specific student who was holding some strange equipment in their hand. Although school equipment was not allowed out in the building for obvious reasons, she decided to stay quiet as it would cause more of a scenario if she did.
"Mischa!" The instructor boldly yells, catching everyone off guard.
"Yes, ma'am!" Her thoughts drain away as she listens to her commands.
"Please get the equipment ready for this session."
"Will do." She turns around on the spot almost slipping on the wet floor and heads towards the pool equipment.
"Just one more session," she thought, "Just one more session and then I'm home. Free. Can do whatever I want. And take this ridiculous shirt off." She heads forwards then right around a raised wall where the equipment was piled up near the deep end.
"As for the rest of you," the instructor continued, "Please head to the changing rooms. Male and female changing rooms are here and here." She points to the respective doorways. "And make it SNAPPY!" She yells with a huge grin across her face. On this note, one of the male students attempts to run towards the changing room to be the first ready like a showoff but ends up slipping on the wet floor where the previous students had walked out from and falls to the ground less than elegantly. He lands with a harsh THUD as the crowd around him bursts into laughter, mocking. The instructor's smile sags,
"And NO RUNNING."
Lucy giggles as she walks cautiously past the guy laying defeated on the ground.
"Hey Mia, you think SOME people would be more caref-OUF!"

The guy on the floor had yanked on Lucy's leg in anger of her comment, throwing her to the ground.
"Aagh! What the hell!?" Lucy yells, tearing up lightly. Mia looks down to see her girlfriend tearing up rubbing her head causing her heart to form into steel. She leans over having her face inches from the student's own as her eyes burn into a colossal fire.
"YOU WILL PAY. FOR THAT."
The boy almost faints staring into death's eyes but both of them get distracted as they and everyone hears a distant "ack!" and a thump to the ground.
"You ok over there, Mischa?" The instructor shouts across the area to where Mischa was hidden behind the raised wall.
Mischa appears around the corner rubbing her arm with an eye closed.
"Y-yeah, I think I'm fine. Just have to be more careful..."
She hides back around the corner. With this, the instructor turns towards the fallen students with a smile,
"You three go get changed right now." her chirpiness drains away like water in a plugless bath, staring at Mia still inches away from the boy. "Or it will be your heads."
The guy and Lucy scramble upwards and dash towards the changing room. Mia slowly stands up and heads after Lucy without another word. As she enters the changing room she notices Lucy patting herself all over as if looking for something.
"What's up, Lucy? Did that brat steal something?"
"No no NO!" She yells. "When I fell I think I lost the prototype! I must have...must have..." She falls into a deadly silence of realisation. A few seconds later she comes back to her senses and resumes as if nothing had happened, "It's...it's ok, we still have the one we want to use." She rummages into her bag and takes out the safer version of the syringe along with a handful of cotton balls before whispering. "When you're done changing, we'll head to the toilets so no-one can see."
Mia, slightly confused by her actions, nods and begins to change.

Mischa rubs her right arm moving back around the corner. She looks down to the floor to see what had hit her. Some sort of metallic device with a needle on the end lay motionlessly on the ground. Judging by her wound, the needle was the point of impact. She wouldn't be lying if she said she was in gargantuous amounts of pain, but she didn't want to create a fuss, not this late into the day. Being hit by a spike isn't exactly fun.
"What is this, anyway?" She whispers to herself as she picks it up with her jabbed arm, "Some sort of glue gun? But is has a needle end..." She noticed a rubbery cap had come off it, and the end was leaking some sort of purple goo. As she goes to touch it she feels something strange. Her arm had stopped hurting. Instead, a numbing feeling was sensed along the wound. As she inspects her arm where she was punctured, it had sealed up. Along with this, her arm was partially bloated and had become prominently shiny.
"What the he-" is all she can make out before she realizes her arm had become much softer. As she touches her arm it feels...rubbery? Her fingers began to shrink into the palm of her hand as it morphed into one large bulbous skin-toned ball at the end of her arm. Mischa's face turns blue with terror as she attempts to even begin to understand what was happening. She drops the mechanism back onto the floor and stumbles back slightly. The skin on her right arm was perfectly bulbous and smooth, not a natural dent to be seen. She realises to her horror it was spreading as her shoulder bulged outwards, her already snug-fitted blue shirt began merging into her rubbery skin to become one single material painted different colours. Mischa looked around at what to do. She knew this school deals with flattening all the time, but what about this? What should she do? Her hormones suddenly increase tenfold as it spread to her chest, bloating one of her boobs up like a balloon creating an undying lust despite the situation. A constant "PSSHHH" noise could be heard as she was being blown up.

At this point, Mischa didn't care what cause of comeuppance it would cause, she needed help.
"Uhm, uhh! Instru...INST-SQUEEAAKK. SQUEAK!" Her mouth let out a pathetic muffled squeak as her neck and throat become rubberised, bloating up and blocking her from speaking. She sounded more like a cheap blow-up sex doll. Her other tit began to inflate like a beach ball as her other one continues. Her nipples puff out and stretch the shirt to its absolute limits. Her lower head was now completely made of rubber as she darts her eyes around in panic and confusion. The material reaches her legs and she collapses forwards making a surprisingly soft "pomf" sound as if she had nothing but the air inside her. Her legs begin to shrink away as her ass begins to slowly inflate outwards, stretching her shorts into a powerful wedgie until also merging with her rubbery skin. "Squeak. Squeaaaak!" She attempts to make herself heard behind the wall to no avail. Her back bends in such a way that she has her head forced forwards as well as her chest now three times the size of her head, nipples poking hard out of the rubbery shirt. Her back arched into a kind of seat with her ass now three times the size of her tits making for a good cushion just behind as it continued to bloat. Her arms grow and fold around her inflated buoyant breasts and cuddle them tightly, stubby rounded fingers etched at the end. Her enlarged tits expanded the text on her shirt. Whilst the "Assistant" was somewhat untouched being on her back, the "Pool Equipment" text was stretched along her entire bust, essentially put on a show to let anyone know what she is. Her upper head is the last to transform, her eyes staring at nothing but her new rubber rack and looked down to see a rubber air plug now replaced over what used to be her mouth. She attempts any last form of communication as to receive help, but this is futile as all can be heard is quiet squeaking and creaking as her inflating ass bulges against the wall, slowly pushing her into the pool. Her eyes fade away, leaving nothing but fake painted on motionless wide eyes, unblinking. Mischa muffles in frustration as the transformation completes. Her hair, once soft and fragile, now bloated rubber. The hissing of her body expanding soon calmed until there was silence. Her enlarged ass had pushed her into the pool and she was now bobbing delicately. From her behind all you would see is two globular ass cheeks and a tight blue line down the middle expanding at the top and bottom as her now fake shorts clung to her tightly. From the front, there was two bloated tits and puffy nipples sticking out and a head above all of that. Hands stuck out on either end of her boobs snuggly attached. Squeaking from Mischa got quiet and quieter until all that could be heard is the creaking of the rubber from its own pressure of air inside. The toy now floats silently in the water.

"Let's HUSTLE, ladies!"
The instructor pats students on the back now in their school swim attire as they dash into the pool. Males with long black swim shorts, females with a one-piece blue swimsuit, both having the school's logo on it. Lucy walks quickly out of the toilets followed by Mia crossing her arms walking slowly behind her. Mia's swimsuit didn't leave much to the imagination due to her large bust size as well as the extra padding which was almost impossible to detect as it layered on top of her chest.
"You sure these will help me float?" Mia speaks in a monotone voice.
"Of course." Lucy replies, stepping into the lukewarm water from the shallow end, "Just focus on moving forward, you'll do great!"
"Ok, but what if-..." Mia's body stops functioning. Lucy turns around to look at her
"What if what?" She asks, perplexed by the now frozen Mia. "Mia? You alright? What are you looking a....oh God." Lucy sharply turned around to notice a crowd of students silent and perplexed. Even the usual talkative instructor didn't have the words for this. Beyond the crowd lay a Pooltoy bobbing up and down silently in the water. One of the students speaks out:
"Doesn't that look like that assistant girl?"
"MMMIIIIIISCHHAAA." The instructor almost blows her top when seeing the sorry sight that was the Mischa pooltoy. Her fists clench and teeth grinding. "Is this some form of a joke? Mischa? Where are you? MISCHA!?"
Lucy's face turns bright red. Some student begins to laugh believing it was just a prank, others not entirely convinced it wasn't her. Stranger things had happened at this school. Mia looks to her left and finds the syringe-like device next to the instructor's feet. She slyly picks it up and places the rubber protection back on.
"Lucy." Mia states in an emotionless tone.
"Yeah?" Lucy turns around from the student's now climbing on and bouncing on the sexualised pooltoy.
"I found where your gadget went." She points at the device and then Mischa. Lucy's head glows a luminous red from embarrassment, understanding the situation.

She didn't want to believe it in the changing room since the chances were so low, but the evidence was right there. The two watch in disbelief as more and more students start screwing around with the toy. Mischa's breasts, face and butt were being horribly deformed and stretched from the weight of students clambering on her like little children. Out of the corner of their eyes, they see the instructor losing it storming back and forth.
"Mischa. When I find you, you're fired." She then stops pacing, collects her thoughts, clears her throat and speaks clearly to the group
"Ok students, PE today is cancelled. Please get changed and do some revision until the bell rings. I'll sort out this prankster's mess..."
An audible sigh of disappointment emits in the pool as complaints are thrown around. They clamber off the toy which creaks from the pressure. Mischa appeared slightly more deflated from the insane pressure she was suddenly put under, yet still had her painted on eyes looking forward as if nothing had happened. Everyone sulks out of the pool, sad to know that their first pool session was cancelled because of some practical joke by the assistant.
"Should we tell her?" Lucy whispers to Mia. Mia glances back at the depressed pooltoy bobbing lifelessly.
"Hmm, no. It would only land us in a lot of trouble. Plus, we might have to do the lesson if she knows."
"You really don't want to swim, do you, Mia?" Lucy chuckles, "And all this happened because I wanted to help you swim. And now we're not even doing that." She too gazes at the pooltoy behind her and instinctively biting her lip. Mia is quick to notice.
"Tonight," Mia begins, "You're making me into one of those things."
Lucy's eyes widen. "Wh-what, why!?" She embarrassingly waves her arms around.
"I see you checking her out. No way am I going to let some dumb basic bloated booty bitch look more attractive to you than me." She smirks and folds her arms.
Lucy grabs hold of Mia's arm tightly, "I'm sorry, I wasn't checking her out! I swear!"
"Mmhmm, sure" Mia's smile forms into a burst of small laughter as her arms freely fall, "Just make sure to restore me unlike her, alright?"
Lucy miserably fails to hide the lust planted on her face. Whilst still holding onto Mia's arm, she looks up at the tall ginger. "I-I'd love that. Turning you into a pathetic immobile rubbery toy~"
Mia shakes Lucy off. "Woah there, sadistic Sally! Save this talk until after school, alright?"
Lucy nods in response with an endless smile across her face as the two enter the changing room leaving behind a fuming instructor staring at the deflating erotic pooltoy of Mischa bobbing silently in the water.

Description
--:This story contains: Pooltoy TF/Flattening/Humiliation/Sexual Themes:--

The school of Squashedstone buzzed loudly with the murmurs of students eagerly discussing to one another. Within the crowd are Mia and Lucy who are making their way to their first lesson. Mia's head stuck out of the crowd like a magnet in a scrapyard being taller than most students present. Lucy, on the other hand, barely reached Mia's shoulder. The two look at each other, deep in conversation.
"But why would they NEED a swimming pool added to the school?" Mia scoffs, aggressively clenching their fists. A gap between the girls and the rest of the crowd had become apparent. No-one wanted to deal with an angered Mia.
"You're making a...big deal out of this." Lucy calmly replies looking up towards her enraged girlfriend.
Mia's fists partially relax whilst still holding her angered march. She brushes back her hair and glances over to Lucy.
"I just..."
The two reach Lucy's locker. Instead of unlocking it to get her folders and books for the day, she places a hand on Mia's shoulder and looks up towards her.
"Mia, what's wrong?"
Feeling the caring touch of her girlfriend instantly melted away any ice-cold reply away from Mia.
"I...Lucy, can you keep a secret?"
Lucy responds with a slight smirk,
"Mia, I know most of your secrets. You can tell me." Her eyes fade from confidence to concern, "It isn't another girl, is it? I will melt her down into a puddle if she's bugging you! I developed this thing yester-"
"Lucy."
"Yeah?"
"I can't swim."

Lucy's pupils shrink in surprise. Mia continues: "And I'm too embarrassed to use any floaties because everyone will think I'm a soft baby who can't swim..."
Lucy's cheeks inflate full of air and a tiny smile escapes her lips. Mia stares down Lucy's soul and continues once again: "If you laugh, you're dead."
The blonde haired gal immediately swallows and coughs out subtle laughter. She holds Mia's arms meekly as she continues to look at her girlfriend's face now swelling up with embarrassment. It was quite a rare scene to get Mia away from her 'stern look' expression. But Lucy knew well that the only person Mia would emote actual emotions to is her. Knowing this honour, she improvises.
"Well, our PE lesson is our final one today. I could probably cook up something that will allow you to float without others seeing any handicap. All you have to do is focus on going forward. Would that work?"
The ginger blinks motionlessly. After a small delay, she begins hugging her special other.
"Thank you."
Lucy is taken back by the sudden hug, but embraces it nonetheless. This is cut short by a student looking at them funny. He raises an eyebrow which garners the attention of Mia who doesn't hesitate to act.
"Do you MIND!?"
Before she could even finish the sentence there was only a cloud of dust where he once was, now booking it down the hallway.
"You could be less...intense, you know." Lucy squeaks as she's being crushed from the intensified hug fueled by anger. Mia smirks and brushes Lucy's hair aside.
"And you could be less sadistic with your transformed victims, but I don't see you doing anything about it." Lucy blushes and looks away.
"Good point..."
Once free from her partner's grasp, she locates the keys in her blazer and opens up her locker to find not only her books but a blonde paper girl crumpled up inside. Lucy appears surprised as she pulls out the wrinkled rubbery flat girl.
"Is this...Samantha?"
Samantha's expression is of plastered terror, unmoving eyes and a wide-open mouth with her hands and breasts spread out wide, completely wrinkly from being crumpled up in the locker. Her legs dangle pathetically covered in a light dust.
"Oh yeah!" Mia replies, "I saw she was bugging you on Friday, so later that day I taught her a lesson. I think it had quite an impact on her!" She lets off a hearty laugh. "I know how sadistic you like to be, so I thought she'd make a great gift."
"But today is Monday." Lucy quickly replies, "if you did this on Friday that means for the entire weekend..."
"You were -supposed- to check your locker before you went home. Guess you never did. Here:"
Mia takes Samantha's floppy body out of Lucy's hand and chucks it into the intense crowd where it wobs and waves until it is trampled helplessly under hundreds of stampeding feet. "When everyone's gone to class, they'll find her body and restore her. Though, not before being trampled first~."
Lucy can only gawk at Mia's actions. She quickly returns to reality.
"And you say I'm the sadistic one?" She snickers, completely disregarding the paper girl. Mia scoffs and puts her hand on Lucy's head like a pet.
"Whatever. Let's get to class. Just please get me that thing before PE or I'll use you as a floaty." Her voice was deadly serious.
The blonde fails to hide a lustful blush at the thought, "S-sure. Oh, I also heard they hired an instructor and assistant just for this new facility. I hope they aren't too strict..."

"MISCHA!"
Light brown hair shoots upwards as Mischa scrambles up the noodle floaties from the water, almost dropping them from the shout. She carries them over her shoulder and walks cautiously over to the other equipment consisting of ropes to separate lanes of the pool. She drops them carelessly and looks towards the person who had yelled: The Instructor. She wore identical wear to Mischa without the embarrassing "POOL EQUIPMENT" text plastered across her chest. The only difference was that the instructor tucked the shirt into her shorts. Her chestnut hair was tied back into a bun further emphasizing her face. It was rough and aged as if been through a war, yet a smile never ceased along her lips. With this expression in view, Mischa quietly responds:
"Yes?"
The instructor walks close to her and hugs her arm around Mischa's shoulder to her surprise, using her other arm to wipe in an arc in front of them.
"Just look at this place!"
Mischa awkwardly glances over the features of the pool. The main feature was obviously the pool going from a shallow depth to a deep 3 meters at the far end. The roof was dome-like spanning across the entire building. One of the shorter walls was composed majoritively of glass, revealing the rest of the school. The building was connected to the back of the school taking up a bit of the field. and students could be seen relaxing outside for lunch. Another wall consisted majoritively of doorways including the main entrance, male and female changing rooms as well as unisex toilets right next to the shallow entrance of the pool. Admittedly to Mischa, the place didn't look half bad. It was quite modern. It just felt weird to her that a school consisting of a strange age group of 18 to 21 years of age had such a vast budget. She attempted to budge out of the instructor's grip but decided that she'll be done with her monologue eventually and let it happen.
"This is our pride. 40 years ago we wouldn't even have a bath like this. We would wash ourselves out in the rain!"
Mischa awkwardly smiles and thinks "I have to speak with only one person but it's this loony?"

"What I'm trying to say, Mischa, is that you should take more pride in your work! What does your shirt say?"
Mischa looks down at her generously-sized chest and blushes, only just forgetting how tight-fitted the shirt was now just reminded and making her feel socially insecure.
"Uh...P-pool equipment?
The instructor releases the grip of Mischa allowing the poor assistant to breath with personal space.
"That's right. You need to wear that with pride. This is what you specialize in. Stretch those words out to everyone if you must! Show them who you are, and own it!"
Mischa awkwardly blinks and glances to her left. She wasn't sure why the old bat was so eager to talk about 'pride' and her chest. The fact alone that she referred to her by her first name felt awkward enough. It was like a forced friendship. All of these mixed feelings melted down to a simple:
"Yes, ma'am."
The instructor's smile twitches a bit.
"So please: put away the pool equipment properly."
"Ah." Mischa thought to herself, "That's why she gave me a lecture. Perhaps I should do a little better for my first day. It does pay handsomely after all."
Mischa swallows her gut and replies with a fake eager expression
"Will do, just count on me!"
The instructor's smile returns to its peak,
"That's my girl!"
Mischa sighs walking back to the equipment of the floaties and the thrown-together ropes. Only two more sessions until she could go home and relax. Play some games, listen to some music. She thought Squashedstone really was a spectacle of a place. Just last session a black haired girl had been squashed against the pool wall. A "'bigger' girl (as Mischa put it in her head) was one of the last to swim the lengths. She had her eyes closed swimming and with the weight of a whale accidentally rammed into the poor black haired girl at the end who was turned around chatting to her friend from within the pool. Mischa had the fun job of fishing the lilypad-esque girl out of the water like a hook-a-duck game. However, at the end of the day, a job's a job. She was eager to be freed from this building in just 3 more periods.

RRRRRRRRRIIING
The bell violently yells for period 4 to end and the final one to begin.
Students scramble throughout the halls, further plastering unfortunate victims such as Samantha into the ground. She had still not been recovered from the first session now smearing into the ground. Her entire body as well as tits widen from the squishing and stretching of the stampede. Mia steps on Samantha's face as both her and Lucy make their way to the building that houses the ginger's nightmare: a pool. The girls and their other classmates spill into the building, keeping a good distance away from those who had just finished their lesson and were dripping head to toe with water.
"Welcome!" A tough female voice emits from the left. It was the instructor. She stood confidently with her hands on her hips. Behind her stood an awkward-looking Mischa.
"Today you'll be tested on your swimming ability. Notably the 25m length of the pool! This will also include using different style such as the doggy paddle-"
Mia, holding her chest tightly having both of her arms crossed, leans down towards Lucy as the instructor blabbers on.
"Hey Lucy, you did get something for me, right?"
Lucy smirks and shuffles a hand into her blazer pocket which was bulging from the content inside. She takes out what appears to be a metallic syringe. It had a base of thin steel and the tipped needle was a transparent plastic cone with a hole at the tip with a rubber safety cap on it. Below was a trigger very similar to a glue gun yet the device appeared to already have some purple liquid nearly come out of the tip despite the trigger not being pressed. She also removes some cotton balls from her pockets. Mia looks at her with stern confusion.
"You're going to...glue cotton balls to me...?"

"SILENCE!" The instructor yells, causing an echo throughout the building. Every student including Lucy and Mischa jump becoming wide-eyed, Mischa stumbling back a bit from the shock. Mia didn't react at all and numbingly looks back to the instructor. She continues to babble on about rules and safety as Mia and Lucy continue talking, whispering much quieter.
"Well yes" Lucy replies, "but actually no." She waggles the syringe against her hip below the teacher's sight.
"The liquid in this reduces the density of an object to a consistency similar to rubber. I went with rubber since it floats pretty well and doesn't need to be too big so it can remain hidden. All you'll have to do is squirt it on these cotton balls. They'll thin out to slabs of floating rubber which you can easily hide in that large chest of yours."
Mia blushes and further hides her chest behind her crossed arms causing them to bulge.
"You don't need to make a comment about it, you idiot!... A-as long as it works it'll do... Just pass the thing over."
Lucy supplies the cotton ball but is quick to retract the syringe from Mia's grasp.
"Oh, uhm. This one is the prototype. It has a leaking problem and was way too potent. It made the cotton balls into massive rubbery balls the size of my head. The working one I've got is in my bag, I'll give it to you when the instructor is done talking and we get changed."
The pair then tune back into the instructor's speech.

"...and our lovely assistant, Mischa, will be helping us out for today's session!" The instructor concludes. Mischa waves awkwardly to the class and lets out a meek "Hi." Mischa thought it would get easier to introduce herself to the 5th group, but there was something so frightening about being put on the spot. She thought she was ok with social interaction, but not a crowd giving her this much attention. She peers over to a specific student who was holding some strange equipment in their hand. Although school equipment was not allowed out in the building for obvious reasons, she decided to stay quiet as it would cause more of a scenario if she did.
"Mischa!" The instructor boldly yells, catching everyone off guard.
"Yes, ma'am!" Her thoughts drain away as she listens to her commands.
"Please get the equipment ready for this session."
"Will do." She turns around on the spot almost slipping on the wet floor and heads towards the pool equipment.
"Just one more session," she thought, "Just one more session and then I'm home. Free. Can do whatever I want. And take this ridiculous shirt off." She heads forwards then right around a raised wall where the equipment was piled up near the deep end.
"As for the rest of you," the instructor continued, "Please head to the changing rooms. Male and female changing rooms are here and here." She points to the respective doorways. "And make it SNAPPY!" She yells with a huge grin across her face. On this note, one of the male students attempts to run towards the changing room to be the first ready like a showoff but ends up slipping on the wet floor where the previous students had walked out from and falls to the ground less than elegantly. He lands with a harsh THUD as the crowd around him bursts into laughter, mocking. The instructor's smile sags,
"And NO RUNNING."
Lucy giggles as she walks cautiously past the guy laying defeated on the ground.
"Hey Mia, you think SOME people would be more caref-OUF!"

The guy on the floor had yanked on Lucy's leg in anger of her comment, throwing her to the ground.
"Aagh! What the hell!?" Lucy yells, tearing up lightly. Mia looks down to see her girlfriend tearing up rubbing her head causing her heart to form into steel. She leans over having her face inches from the student's own as her eyes burn into a colossal fire.
"YOU WILL PAY. FOR THAT."
The boy almost faints staring into death's eyes but both of them get distracted as they and everyone hears a distant "ack!" and a thump to the ground.
"You ok over there, Mischa?" The instructor shouts across the area to where Mischa was hidden behind the raised wall.
Mischa appears around the corner rubbing her arm with an eye closed.
"Y-yeah, I think I'm fine. Just have to be more careful..."
She hides back around the corner. With this, the instructor turns towards the fallen students with a smile,
"You three go get changed right now." her chirpiness drains away like water in a plugless bath, staring at Mia still inches away from the boy. "Or it will be your heads."
The guy and Lucy scramble upwards and dash towards the changing room. Mia slowly stands up and heads after Lucy without another word. As she enters the changing room she notices Lucy patting herself all over as if looking for something.
"What's up, Lucy? Did that brat steal something?"
"No no NO!" She yells. "When I fell I think I lost the prototype! I must have...must have..." She falls into a deadly silence of realisation. A few seconds later she comes back to her senses and resumes as if nothing had happened, "It's...it's ok, we still have the one we want to use." She rummages into her bag and takes out the safer version of the syringe along with a handful of cotton balls before whispering. "When you're done changing, we'll head to the toilets so no-one can see."
Mia, slightly confused by her actions, nods and begins to change.

Mischa rubs her right arm moving back around the corner. She looks down to the floor to see what had hit her. Some sort of metallic device with a needle on the end lay motionlessly on the ground. Judging by her wound, the needle was the point of impact. She wouldn't be lying if she said she was in gargantuous amounts of pain, but she didn't want to create a fuss, not this late into the day. Being hit by a spike isn't exactly fun.
"What is this, anyway?" She whispers to herself as she picks it up with her jabbed arm, "Some sort of glue gun? But is has a needle end..." She noticed a rubbery cap had come off it, and the end was leaking some sort of purple goo. As she goes to touch it she feels something strange. Her arm had stopped hurting. Instead, a numbing feeling was sensed along the wound. As she inspects her arm where she was punctured, it had sealed up. Along with this, her arm was partially bloated and had become prominently shiny.
"What the he-" is all she can make out before she realizes her arm had become much softer. As she touches her arm it feels...rubbery? Her fingers began to shrink into the palm of her hand as it morphed into one large bulbous skin-toned ball at the end of her arm. Mischa's face turns blue with terror as she attempts to even begin to understand what was happening. She drops the mechanism back onto the floor and stumbles back slightly. The skin on her right arm was perfectly bulbous and smooth, not a natural dent to be seen. She realises to her horror it was spreading as her shoulder bulged outwards, her already snug-fitted blue shirt began merging into her rubbery skin to become one single material painted different colours. Mischa looked around at what to do. She knew this school deals with flattening all the time, but what about this? What should she do? Her hormones suddenly increase tenfold as it spread to her chest, bloating one of her boobs up like a balloon creating an undying lust despite the situation. A constant "PSSHHH" noise could be heard as she was being blown up.

At this point, Mischa didn't care what cause of comeuppance it would cause, she needed help.
"Uhm, uhh! Instru...INST-SQUEEAAKK. SQUEAK!" Her mouth let out a pathetic muffled squeak as her neck and throat become rubberised, bloating up and blocking her from speaking. She sounded more like a cheap blow-up sex doll. Her other tit began to inflate like a beach ball as her other one continues. Her nipples puff out and stretch the shirt to its absolute limits. Her lower head was now completely made of rubber as she darts her eyes around in panic and confusion. The material reaches her legs and she collapses forwards making a surprisingly soft "pomf" sound as if she had nothing but the air inside her. Her legs begin to shrink away as her ass begins to slowly inflate outwards, stretching her shorts into a powerful wedgie until also merging with her rubbery skin. "Squeak. Squeaaaak!" She attempts to make herself heard behind the wall to no avail. Her back bends in such a way that she has her head forced forwards as well as her chest now three times the size of her head, nipples poking hard out of the rubbery shirt. Her back arched into a kind of seat with her ass now three times the size of her tits making for a good cushion just behind as it continued to bloat. Her arms grow and fold around her inflated buoyant breasts and cuddle them tightly, stubby rounded fingers etched at the end. Her enlarged tits expanded the text on her shirt. Whilst the "Assistant" was somewhat untouched being on her back, the "Pool Equipment" text was stretched along her entire bust, essentially put on a show to let anyone know what she is. Her upper head is the last to transform, her eyes staring at nothing but her new rubber rack and looked down to see a rubber air plug now replaced over what used to be her mouth. She attempts any last form of communication as to receive help, but this is futile as all can be heard is quiet squeaking and creaking as her inflating ass bulges against the wall, slowly pushing her into the pool. Her eyes fade away, leaving nothing but fake painted on motionless wide eyes, unblinking. Mischa muffles in frustration as the transformation completes. Her hair, once soft and fragile, now bloated rubber. The hissing of her body expanding soon calmed until there was silence. Her enlarged ass had pushed her into the pool and she was now bobbing delicately. From her behind all you would see is two globular ass cheeks and a tight blue line down the middle expanding at the top and bottom as her now fake shorts clung to her tightly. From the front, there was two bloated tits and puffy nipples sticking out and a head above all of that. Hands stuck out on either end of her boobs snuggly attached. Squeaking from Mischa got quiet and quieter until all that could be heard is the creaking of the rubber from its own pressure of air inside. The toy now floats silently in the water.

"Let's HUSTLE, ladies!"
The instructor pats students on the back now in their school swim attire as they dash into the pool. Males with long black swim shorts, females with a one-piece blue swimsuit, both having the school's logo on it. Lucy walks quickly out of the toilets followed by Mia crossing her arms walking slowly behind her. Mia's swimsuit didn't leave much to the imagination due to her large bust size as well as the extra padding which was almost impossible to detect as it layered on top of her chest.
"You sure these will help me float?" Mia speaks in a monotone voice.
"Of course." Lucy replies, stepping into the lukewarm water from the shallow end, "Just focus on moving forward, you'll do great!"
"Ok, but what if-..." Mia's body stops functioning. Lucy turns around to look at her
"What if what?" She asks, perplexed by the now frozen Mia. "Mia? You alright? What are you looking a....oh God." Lucy sharply turned around to notice a crowd of students silent and perplexed. Even the usual talkative instructor didn't have the words for this. Beyond the crowd lay a Pooltoy bobbing up and down silently in the water. One of the students speaks out:
"Doesn't that look like that assistant girl?"
"MMMIIIIIISCHHAAA." The instructor almost blows her top when seeing the sorry sight that was the Mischa pooltoy. Her fists clench and teeth grinding. "Is this some form of a joke? Mischa? Where are you? MISCHA!?"
Lucy's face turns bright red. Some student begins to laugh believing it was just a prank, others not entirely convinced it wasn't her. Stranger things had happened at this school. Mia looks to her left and finds the syringe-like device next to the instructor's feet. She slyly picks it up and places the rubber protection back on.
"Lucy." Mia states in an emotionless tone.
"Yeah?" Lucy turns around from the student's now climbing on and bouncing on the sexualised pooltoy.
"I found where your gadget went." She points at the device and then Mischa. Lucy's head glows a luminous red from embarrassment, understanding the situation.

She didn't want to believe it in the changing room since the chances were so low, but the evidence was right there. The two watch in disbelief as more and more students start screwing around with the toy. Mischa's breasts, face and butt were being horribly deformed and stretched from the weight of students clambering on her like little children. Out of the corner of their eyes, they see the instructor losing it storming back and forth.
"Mischa. When I find you, you're fired." She then stops pacing, collects her thoughts, clears her throat and speaks clearly to the group
"Ok students, PE today is cancelled. Please get changed and do some revision until the bell rings. I'll sort out this prankster's mess..."
An audible sigh of disappointment emits in the pool as complaints are thrown around. They clamber off the toy which creaks from the pressure. Mischa appeared slightly more deflated from the insane pressure she was suddenly put under, yet still had her painted on eyes looking forward as if nothing had happened. Everyone sulks out of the pool, sad to know that their first pool session was cancelled because of some practical joke by the assistant.
"Should we tell her?" Lucy whispers to Mia. Mia glances back at the depressed pooltoy bobbing lifelessly.
"Hmm, no. It would only land us in a lot of trouble. Plus, we might have to do the lesson if she knows."
"You really don't want to swim, do you, Mia?" Lucy chuckles, "And all this happened because I wanted to help you swim. And now we're not even doing that." She too gazes at the pooltoy behind her and instinctively biting her lip. Mia is quick to notice.
"Tonight," Mia begins, "You're making me into one of those things."
Lucy's eyes widen. "Wh-what, why!?" She embarrassingly waves her arms around.
"I see you checking her out. No way am I going to let some dumb basic bloated booty bitch look more attractive to you than me." She smirks and folds her arms.
Lucy grabs hold of Mia's arm tightly, "I'm sorry, I wasn't checking her out! I swear!"
"Mmhmm, sure" Mia's smile forms into a burst of small laughter as her arms freely fall, "Just make sure to restore me unlike her, alright?"
Lucy miserably fails to hide the lust planted on her face. Whilst still holding onto Mia's arm, she looks up at the tall ginger. "I-I'd love that. Turning you into a pathetic immobile rubbery toy~"
Mia shakes Lucy off. "Woah there, sadistic Sally! Save this talk until after school, alright?"
Lucy nods in response with an endless smile across her face as the two enter the changing room leaving behind a fuming instructor staring at the deflating erotic pooltoy of Mischa bobbing silently in the water.