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     Victor slowly blinked awake and was immediately aware of the pounding headache behind his eyes.  Even with his eyes open it was still dark.  He reached up to pinch his eyes together and heard a strange squeaking sound.  Also, his arm felt like it was wrapped in something that was resisting his movements a little.

     Wiggling his fingers, they seemed to be trapped in some sort of tight mitten.  As he rolled onto his knees there was more squeaking, and he realized he was also wearing some sort of platform shoes as well.  He was just struggling to gain balance on the high shoes when a light snapped on overhead, blinding him momentarily.

     "Oh, what the hell?" he said, but the voice was not his own.  It was a soft woman's voice.  "Hello? Hello!" he called out, the feminine voice persisting.  He reached up to his throat and could feel a thick collar and a padlock there.

     As his eyes adjusted, he looked at his hands and saw they were sealed in pink transparent rubber.  In fact, his whole body below the neck was sealed in the stuff, making him look like a humanoid balloon animal.  Looking around the room, he saw a mirror above a desk with a stool.  He started to move toward the mirror, but nearly twisted his ankle in the high heels.  As he carefully approached, a ring of lights came on around the mirror, illuminating his reflection.

     There was some sort of writing across the belly, but the rubber was winkled there and it was hard to read, especially in the mirror.  Besides the pink body suit, he appeared to be wearing some sort of pink underwear that gave the outward appearance of a female vagina.  Grabbing between his legs, he feel his penis inside the underwear, but it was held tightly against his crotch.

     "Feeling yourself up already?" a woman's voice said.  Startled, Victor spun around and had to grab the desk to steady himself.

     "Who's there?" he called, unable to see beyond the darkness on the other side of the room.

     He heard heels clacking on the floor and a woman in a black bodysuit with dark brown hair came into the light.  She looked very familiar, and stood with a smugness that told him that she was the cause of his predicament.

     "I thought you might actually make it a few minutes before fondling your naughty bits, but clearly I'd forgotten just how crude you can be," she sneered.

     "Callie?" he said in that irritatingly feminine voice.  "What are you ... How did you ... What's going on?"

     Callie just grinned wickedly and crossed her arms.  "I'm paying you back for all the 'joy' you brought to our relationship," she said.  "You wandered into my club last night with your friends and you were already piss drunk.  So much in fact that you hit on me without even knowing who I was.  I offered you a special dance in the back and you were happy to comply.  Your friends gave up on you after a couple of hours and left before closing."

      Victor raised an eyebrow.  "So you put me in a rubber suit?  What kind of freak are you?" he asked, trying to sound flippant.

     "I'm a very well-paid freak, Vicky," she said, moving closer and holding out some kind of tube in her hand.  "And it's more than just a rubber suit."

     In a quick movement, she attached the hose to a nozzle on Victor's left hip.  There was a 'snap-hiss' sound as the connection was made.

     "What are you doing?" he insisted.  She just smiled and moved over to a dark corner of the room where she turned a handle.

     A low hissing sound filled the room, and Victor immediately noticed pressure building up around his leg.  Looking down, he saw his thigh expanding like a balloon, and the rest of the suit was quickly following along.  The hips widened, the arms thickened, the ass bulged, and then the breasts began to grow.  He held up his hands which now looked like fingerless inflated mittens and then down at the bountiful breasts that were expanding on his chest.  The belly was expanding rapidly as well, sticking out just as far as the boobs.

     "What in the hell?" he exclaimed.  The pressure inside the suit pressed against his whole body, making it feel like he was being squeezed all over.  He tried to grasp for the hose connection, but without fingers it was impossible.  Every movement squeaked and the limbs insisted on staying straight.  Finally, Callie turned the handle back and the hissing and growth stopped.

     "This club caters to all kinds.  Out front it's a regular gentlemen's club with topless waitresses and strippers.  But in the back rooms, we tend to cater to even more specialized clientele.  We use these suits to provide whatever body they desire," she explained.

      Victor looked down at the inflated breasts and belly again and then hobbled back to the mirror.  The words across the belly were stretched out and readable now.  It took his brain a moment to reverse them, but he could see they said 'Mommy Doll.'  The suit was semi-transparent, and he could see his body inside the pink 'balloon suit.'

      Callie deftly remove the hose, startling Victor once more.  He turned to her and saw she was now holding what looked like a plastic Halloween mask, blonde wig and large pink dress.

      "You're crazy," he says.  Callie just chuckles.

      "Probably," she starts, taking a small remote from the table and clicking a button.  "But you really don't have a say in the matter anymore."

      Victor tried to complain, but found he couldn't speak.  He tried to shout, but it came out as a muted whisper.  He reached up to try and get at the collar, but the inflated mitten-hands again made it impossible to grab the device.  He looked back at her and scowled.

      "How about you spend a little time on the floor, serving drinks and clearing tables, and if you're really good, I'll let  you go," she said, holding up the mask and dress eagerly.

      Victor continued to glare at her and tried to cross his arms, failing comically as he couldn't get his arms around the belly.  He shook his head defiantly.  Callie shrugged and moved to the door.

     "Well, you're more than welcome to head out the door right now," she said.  "But I have the only key to that collar and I can't imagine what kind of a spectacle you'd make out there.  And think of what your friends would say when they saw you dressed up like a pregnant plastic dolly."

     Victor's defiant look started to fade as he considered what would happen.  There would be pictures, comments, and non-stop ribbing that he would never live down.  Maybe if he just played along, Callie could get her 'revenge' and he could get out of this thing.  He lowered his eyes and nodded.

     Callie squealed, practically bouncing over to him and putting the dress over his head.  "I love this!  It's like playing dress up with a life size Barbie Doll," she remarked.

     Once she had the back of the dress buttoned up, she fitted the mask over his face, making sure that he could see through the eye holes.  Then she pulled the wig on and fluffed it up for him.  Leading him to the mirror, he looked in horror at the pregnant plastic doll he had become.

     "Now let's get you out on the floor!  We open in an hour and I'm gonna work your ass all night!" she said, slapping his inflated behind.  A slight squeak came from the belly.

     "Oh!  I forgot to show you the best part!" she said, moving in front of him.  She put her hands to the sides of the belly and pressed them together.  A loud squeak, like from a doggy toy, came from her belly button.  Callie giggled.  She then groped one of the breasts, causing the same squeak to come from the nipple.

     "It's kind of an early warning device, in case any of the guys get too fresh," she explained.  "But I think it's cute!"

     She squeezed both breasts for a stereo squeak.  Victor groaned at the humiliation.

     Finally, she took his arm and guided him, hobbling and waddling, out of the room and onto the main floor of the club.

Description
     Victor slowly blinked awake and was immediately aware of the pounding headache behind his eyes.  Even with his eyes open it was still dark.  He reached up to pinch his eyes together and heard a strange squeaking sound.  Also, his arm felt like it was wrapped in something that was resisting his movements a little.

     Wiggling his fingers, they seemed to be trapped in some sort of tight mitten.  As he rolled onto his knees there was more squeaking, and he realized he was also wearing some sort of platform shoes as well.  He was just struggling to gain balance on the high shoes when a light snapped on overhead, blinding him momentarily.

     "Oh, what the hell?" he said, but the voice was not his own.  It was a soft woman's voice.  "Hello? Hello!" he called out, the feminine voice persisting.  He reached up to his throat and could feel a thick collar and a padlock there.

     As his eyes adjusted, he looked at his hands and saw they were sealed in pink transparent rubber.  In fact, his whole body below the neck was sealed in the stuff, making him look like a humanoid balloon animal.  Looking around the room, he saw a mirror above a desk with a stool.  He started to move toward the mirror, but nearly twisted his ankle in the high heels.  As he carefully approached, a ring of lights came on around the mirror, illuminating his reflection.

     There was some sort of writing across the belly, but the rubber was winkled there and it was hard to read, especially in the mirror.  Besides the pink body suit, he appeared to be wearing some sort of pink underwear that gave the outward appearance of a female vagina.  Grabbing between his legs, he feel his penis inside the underwear, but it was held tightly against his crotch.

     "Feeling yourself up already?" a woman's voice said.  Startled, Victor spun around and had to grab the desk to steady himself.

     "Who's there?" he called, unable to see beyond the darkness on the other side of the room.

     He heard heels clacking on the floor and a woman in a black bodysuit with dark brown hair came into the light.  She looked very familiar, and stood with a smugness that told him that she was the cause of his predicament.

     "I thought you might actually make it a few minutes before fondling your naughty bits, but clearly I'd forgotten just how crude you can be," she sneered.

     "Callie?" he said in that irritatingly feminine voice.  "What are you ... How did you ... What's going on?"

     Callie just grinned wickedly and crossed her arms.  "I'm paying you back for all the 'joy' you brought to our relationship," she said.  "You wandered into my club last night with your friends and you were already piss drunk.  So much in fact that you hit on me without even knowing who I was.  I offered you a special dance in the back and you were happy to comply.  Your friends gave up on you after a couple of hours and left before closing."

      Victor raised an eyebrow.  "So you put me in a rubber suit?  What kind of freak are you?" he asked, trying to sound flippant.

     "I'm a very well-paid freak, Vicky," she said, moving closer and holding out some kind of tube in her hand.  "And it's more than just a rubber suit."

     In a quick movement, she attached the hose to a nozzle on Victor's left hip.  There was a 'snap-hiss' sound as the connection was made.

     "What are you doing?" he insisted.  She just smiled and moved over to a dark corner of the room where she turned a handle.

     A low hissing sound filled the room, and Victor immediately noticed pressure building up around his leg.  Looking down, he saw his thigh expanding like a balloon, and the rest of the suit was quickly following along.  The hips widened, the arms thickened, the ass bulged, and then the breasts began to grow.  He held up his hands which now looked like fingerless inflated mittens and then down at the bountiful breasts that were expanding on his chest.  The belly was expanding rapidly as well, sticking out just as far as the boobs.

     "What in the hell?" he exclaimed.  The pressure inside the suit pressed against his whole body, making it feel like he was being squeezed all over.  He tried to grasp for the hose connection, but without fingers it was impossible.  Every movement squeaked and the limbs insisted on staying straight.  Finally, Callie turned the handle back and the hissing and growth stopped.

     "This club caters to all kinds.  Out front it's a regular gentlemen's club with topless waitresses and strippers.  But in the back rooms, we tend to cater to even more specialized clientele.  We use these suits to provide whatever body they desire," she explained.

      Victor looked down at the inflated breasts and belly again and then hobbled back to the mirror.  The words across the belly were stretched out and readable now.  It took his brain a moment to reverse them, but he could see they said 'Mommy Doll.'  The suit was semi-transparent, and he could see his body inside the pink 'balloon suit.'

      Callie deftly remove the hose, startling Victor once more.  He turned to her and saw she was now holding what looked like a plastic Halloween mask, blonde wig and large pink dress.

      "You're crazy," he says.  Callie just chuckles.

      "Probably," she starts, taking a small remote from the table and clicking a button.  "But you really don't have a say in the matter anymore."

      Victor tried to complain, but found he couldn't speak.  He tried to shout, but it came out as a muted whisper.  He reached up to try and get at the collar, but the inflated mitten-hands again made it impossible to grab the device.  He looked back at her and scowled.

      "How about you spend a little time on the floor, serving drinks and clearing tables, and if you're really good, I'll let  you go," she said, holding up the mask and dress eagerly.

      Victor continued to glare at her and tried to cross his arms, failing comically as he couldn't get his arms around the belly.  He shook his head defiantly.  Callie shrugged and moved to the door.

     "Well, you're more than welcome to head out the door right now," she said.  "But I have the only key to that collar and I can't imagine what kind of a spectacle you'd make out there.  And think of what your friends would say when they saw you dressed up like a pregnant plastic dolly."

     Victor's defiant look started to fade as he considered what would happen.  There would be pictures, comments, and non-stop ribbing that he would never live down.  Maybe if he just played along, Callie could get her 'revenge' and he could get out of this thing.  He lowered his eyes and nodded.

     Callie squealed, practically bouncing over to him and putting the dress over his head.  "I love this!  It's like playing dress up with a life size Barbie Doll," she remarked.

     Once she had the back of the dress buttoned up, she fitted the mask over his face, making sure that he could see through the eye holes.  Then she pulled the wig on and fluffed it up for him.  Leading him to the mirror, he looked in horror at the pregnant plastic doll he had become.

     "Now let's get you out on the floor!  We open in an hour and I'm gonna work your ass all night!" she said, slapping his inflated behind.  A slight squeak came from the belly.

     "Oh!  I forgot to show you the best part!" she said, moving in front of him.  She put her hands to the sides of the belly and pressed them together.  A loud squeak, like from a doggy toy, came from her belly button.  Callie giggled.  She then groped one of the breasts, causing the same squeak to come from the nipple.

     "It's kind of an early warning device, in case any of the guys get too fresh," she explained.  "But I think it's cute!"

     She squeezed both breasts for a stereo squeak.  Victor groaned at the humiliation.

     Finally, she took his arm and guided him, hobbling and waddling, out of the room and onto the main floor of the club.