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     Bolting awake, Vic groaned as the strange dream faded from his mind.

     In the dream, Vic had been a pregnant woman, living in a suburb with a young child and a baby.  Confused and uncertain how to care for them, she struggled to feed them lunch and then change the baby's diaper.  The boy was running rampant around the house and wouldn't listen to her at all.  Finally a strapping, faceless man came home and the boy suddenly settled down.  He gave Vic a kiss and then swatted her ass, asking about dinner.  Automatically, she waddled into the kitchen and started trying to prepare spaghetti.  Just before the water was boiling, the man was suddenly behind her, hugging her and rubbing her belly as he pushing himself against her.  She found the embrace comforting in spite of herself, and then his hands moved up to her breasts and squeezed.  They squeaked.

     Now awake, Vic was reminded of the events of the night before that clearly lead to these images.  The night before he had been out drinking with his friends and they stumbled into a club that had girls wearing special inflatable suits that exaggerated their attributes and prevented the patrons from getting too fresh.  He was so drunk, he didn't even recognize his ex-girlfriend when she came up and offered to take him into the back for a private dance.  She drugged him and put him into one of the suits as embarrassing punishment for dumping her.  Once inflated, it gave him the shape of a busty pregnant woman.  Unable to escape without risking further ridicule and embarrassment from his friends, Vic played along.

     He'd spent seven hours teetering and waddling around the crowded gentlemen's club delivering drinks and clearing tables.  A doll mask over his face, a long blonde wig and a pink dress prevented anyone from knowing he was really a guy in the suit.  Vic had to endure plenty of pinches, grabs and advances from the patrons of the club.  Several of them like it when he 'played hard to get' and would slip dollar bills into his collar and sleeves.  Callie was nice enough to collect them for him, since his fingerless inflated hands made it impossible for him to get a grip on the bills.  He wouldn't have had anywhere to keep them anyway.

     When the night was over, Vic was exhausted and practically dead on his sore feet.  Callie led him into the back and into a room, and he collapsed onto the bed before she could even deflate the suit.

     Looking himself over, he was still in the pink, semi-transparent latex suit, but it had been deflated once more, stuck to his body like a second skin.  Something was different though.  Feeling his belly, he seems to be wearing something tight around his belly and waist.

     "It's a corset," came Callie's voice from the door.  She was holding a plate of steaming fried chicken, fries and a soda.

     Vic looked up with silent, questioning eyes.  He'd gotten used to not talking last night since the collar he was wearing somehow muted his voice.

     "You can talk," she said with a snicker.  She moved into the room and set the food down on the dressing table.  Vic took a cautious step toward the meal, the scent of which was already making his stomach grumble.

     "What's this for?  I played your little game.  Now you let me go like you promised," he tried to insist.

     She moved away from the food and motioned to it, pacing around the room as she spoke.  Vic moved over and began to eat, the grease from the chicken making his latex-covered hands even slipperier.

     "Yeah, well.  I can't do that just yet.  It seems you did a very good job last night.  So well that even the owner noticed.  And before I forget, here's your tips," she said, placing a roll of bills on the table.  Vic's eyes widened at the money.

     He knew he'd gotten a few dollars here and there tucked into his dress, and that Callie had collected them for him.  But he hadn't expected it to be that much.

     Callie continued.  "I told them your name was Victoria and you were on your first night.  I said I didn't think you were going to work out, but they said you looked like a natural.  They insisted that I hire you outright and put you on the street."

     Vic looked up curiously.  Someone thought he'd done a good job and wanted to pay him full time to do this?

     "How much?" he blurted.  "And what's 'on the street?'"

     Callie smiled.  "He meant advertising on the street out front.  Like a spokesmodel," she explained.  Vic was looking around for something to wipe his face and hands with.

     Callie opened a drawer and pulled out a box of baby wipes.  Pulling one free, she wiped his mouth for him sensually.

     "I know I forced you into this last night, and I'm sorry for that, Vickie.  I was upset and I'm over it now.  Tell you what, you can go if you want to, and I'll just tell my boss that you didn't want the $50 an hour plus tips.  I'm sure they'll understand."

     Vic's mouth dropped open.

     "$50 an hour?" he repeated.  That was a better salary than he'd ever made, and all-in-all this job was easier than any job he'd ever had.  He looked at his latex-covered hand and actually found himself considering the offer.  Even just one night in this get up could pay half his rent.

     "So let me get this suit off," she started, reaching for the collar.

     "Wait," Vic interrupted.  "Maybe just one more day."

     Callie smiled again and finished cleaning Vic up.  "Excellent.  We'd better get you out there then."

     "We?" Vic mused.  Callie clicked the remote and he could feel his voice leave him.

     "Yup.  I'll be doing all the talking.  You just look pretty and flirt with the pedestrians," she explained, moving to get the air hose.

     Vic stood and waved his arms, thinking about reconsidering when Callie connected the hose to the valve at his hip and turned on the air.

     As before, a low hiss filled the room and the suit began to inflate.  This time the hips and breasts got the majority of the air and the corset stayed tightly strapped to his waist.  The boobs were contained by a pink dress that cut across the cleavage and barely held them in, and the dress extended over his hips and crotch to keep his true gender hidden inside the otherwise translucent suit.  Once full, the suit gave him the shape of an overly busty and shapely woman.

     Callie disconnected the hose with a chuckle.  "You like it?  Now for the wig and shoes!" she said, fitting a long blonde curly wig to his head.

     He turned her direction and gazed with a bit of shock upon the shoes she was holding.  The bright pink books would go up to mid thigh, and were stiletto platforms that would raise him up at least six inches.  Before he could protest, she was already fitting one of his legs into a boot.  They zipped all the way up in the back, which allowed them to close around the inflated leg, forcing a little more air up into the hips and ass.  Once both were zipped, Callie held up a white china doll mask and smiled.

     "And now for the final touch," she said, placing the mask over his face, revealing only his eyes.  "Oh, they're going to love those bedroom eyes of yours!"

     Callie lead 'Vickie' out of the room and through the virtually deserted gentleman's club.  There was one dancer on stage moving without music.  When she stopped and started again, Vic guessed that she was practicing.  Another 'inflated waitress' was wiping down tables and a bartender seemed to be stocking shelves.  They moved through the room and headed down a long corridor and up a set of stairs.

     Sunlight poured through the door when it opened, and Vic winced at the brightness.  When his eyes adjusted, he saw they were on the sidewalk about an hour before sunset.  People walking by were already starting to stare at the inflated spectacle that Vic presented.  He stood there nervously.

     Callie suddenly smacked him on the ass, causing the familiar 'squeak' these suits featured.  This drew even more eyes as Callie started inviting anyone and everyone to view 'Vicki, the Inflatable Babe!'  When Vic continued standing there, she leaned over and told him to wave.

     Giving a nervous wave, people chuckled and started to gather around.  Callie continued urging people forward, suggesting that they give her a hug or give her tits a squeeze.  One ambitious gentleman shrugged and stepped forward, grabbing both of Vic's inflated boobs, illiciting a loud squeak from the nipples.  The man was startled and crowd laughed again.  Even Vic had to admit it was funny.  The man smiled and pulled out his phone to take Vic's picture.

     Callie suddenly started offering Vicki up for pictures.  This got the best response.  Cameras and cellphones alike came out and started snapping away.  Vic couldn't help but pose a little, slowly gaining confidence and getting more and more flamboyant with each picture.  Soon he was getting photos with two guys holding her boobs; in the arms of a bald, bearded man; or even with the young children of a Japanese tourist.

     Vic started having fun and time flew by.  Soon the sun was set and they were working in the light of a streetlamp.  The crowd began to thin as it got later, with a fair amount of gentlemen diverting into the club to see what else they had to offer.

     As the action waned, Vic was starting to sense how much his feet and back hurt, but the corset wouldn't let him slouch.  Callie seemed to notice his discomfort.

     During a lull in the traffic, she raised up his mask, startling him.

     "How do you feel?" she asked.  He shrugged, putting his hands to his back and pointing at his boot-clad feet.  Callie followed his motions and nodded.

     "Well, only two more hours, then you can head back in and get back to working tables," she said harshly.  Vic looked a little shocked at her sudden ferocity.  She leaned in close.

     "Didn't you even notice you were already wearing the suit and corset when you woke up?  Who do you think put you in it?" she remarked.  Shock and dismay crossed Vic's face.  She'd tricked him again, and this was all part of his 'punishment.'

     "And the owners didn't tell me to hire you ... You wanna know why?  I'm the owner.  Now you keep shaking your ass and posing for photos or I'll toss this mask away and let everyone with a camera see who's REALLY inside this suit."

     Panicked and without recourse, Vic nodded.  Callie put down the mask and began advertising once more, asking who wanted to put Vicki the Inflatable Babe on her knees like a dog.

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     Bolting awake, Vic groaned as the strange dream faded from his mind.

     In the dream, Vic had been a pregnant woman, living in a suburb with a young child and a baby.  Confused and uncertain how to care for them, she struggled to feed them lunch and then change the baby's diaper.  The boy was running rampant around the house and wouldn't listen to her at all.  Finally a strapping, faceless man came home and the boy suddenly settled down.  He gave Vic a kiss and then swatted her ass, asking about dinner.  Automatically, she waddled into the kitchen and started trying to prepare spaghetti.  Just before the water was boiling, the man was suddenly behind her, hugging her and rubbing her belly as he pushing himself against her.  She found the embrace comforting in spite of herself, and then his hands moved up to her breasts and squeezed.  They squeaked.

     Now awake, Vic was reminded of the events of the night before that clearly lead to these images.  The night before he had been out drinking with his friends and they stumbled into a club that had girls wearing special inflatable suits that exaggerated their attributes and prevented the patrons from getting too fresh.  He was so drunk, he didn't even recognize his ex-girlfriend when she came up and offered to take him into the back for a private dance.  She drugged him and put him into one of the suits as embarrassing punishment for dumping her.  Once inflated, it gave him the shape of a busty pregnant woman.  Unable to escape without risking further ridicule and embarrassment from his friends, Vic played along.

     He'd spent seven hours teetering and waddling around the crowded gentlemen's club delivering drinks and clearing tables.  A doll mask over his face, a long blonde wig and a pink dress prevented anyone from knowing he was really a guy in the suit.  Vic had to endure plenty of pinches, grabs and advances from the patrons of the club.  Several of them like it when he 'played hard to get' and would slip dollar bills into his collar and sleeves.  Callie was nice enough to collect them for him, since his fingerless inflated hands made it impossible for him to get a grip on the bills.  He wouldn't have had anywhere to keep them anyway.

     When the night was over, Vic was exhausted and practically dead on his sore feet.  Callie led him into the back and into a room, and he collapsed onto the bed before she could even deflate the suit.

     Looking himself over, he was still in the pink, semi-transparent latex suit, but it had been deflated once more, stuck to his body like a second skin.  Something was different though.  Feeling his belly, he seems to be wearing something tight around his belly and waist.

     "It's a corset," came Callie's voice from the door.  She was holding a plate of steaming fried chicken, fries and a soda.

     Vic looked up with silent, questioning eyes.  He'd gotten used to not talking last night since the collar he was wearing somehow muted his voice.

     "You can talk," she said with a snicker.  She moved into the room and set the food down on the dressing table.  Vic took a cautious step toward the meal, the scent of which was already making his stomach grumble.

     "What's this for?  I played your little game.  Now you let me go like you promised," he tried to insist.

     She moved away from the food and motioned to it, pacing around the room as she spoke.  Vic moved over and began to eat, the grease from the chicken making his latex-covered hands even slipperier.

     "Yeah, well.  I can't do that just yet.  It seems you did a very good job last night.  So well that even the owner noticed.  And before I forget, here's your tips," she said, placing a roll of bills on the table.  Vic's eyes widened at the money.

     He knew he'd gotten a few dollars here and there tucked into his dress, and that Callie had collected them for him.  But he hadn't expected it to be that much.

     Callie continued.  "I told them your name was Victoria and you were on your first night.  I said I didn't think you were going to work out, but they said you looked like a natural.  They insisted that I hire you outright and put you on the street."

     Vic looked up curiously.  Someone thought he'd done a good job and wanted to pay him full time to do this?

     "How much?" he blurted.  "And what's 'on the street?'"

     Callie smiled.  "He meant advertising on the street out front.  Like a spokesmodel," she explained.  Vic was looking around for something to wipe his face and hands with.

     Callie opened a drawer and pulled out a box of baby wipes.  Pulling one free, she wiped his mouth for him sensually.

     "I know I forced you into this last night, and I'm sorry for that, Vickie.  I was upset and I'm over it now.  Tell you what, you can go if you want to, and I'll just tell my boss that you didn't want the $50 an hour plus tips.  I'm sure they'll understand."

     Vic's mouth dropped open.

     "$50 an hour?" he repeated.  That was a better salary than he'd ever made, and all-in-all this job was easier than any job he'd ever had.  He looked at his latex-covered hand and actually found himself considering the offer.  Even just one night in this get up could pay half his rent.

     "So let me get this suit off," she started, reaching for the collar.

     "Wait," Vic interrupted.  "Maybe just one more day."

     Callie smiled again and finished cleaning Vic up.  "Excellent.  We'd better get you out there then."

     "We?" Vic mused.  Callie clicked the remote and he could feel his voice leave him.

     "Yup.  I'll be doing all the talking.  You just look pretty and flirt with the pedestrians," she explained, moving to get the air hose.

     Vic stood and waved his arms, thinking about reconsidering when Callie connected the hose to the valve at his hip and turned on the air.

     As before, a low hiss filled the room and the suit began to inflate.  This time the hips and breasts got the majority of the air and the corset stayed tightly strapped to his waist.  The boobs were contained by a pink dress that cut across the cleavage and barely held them in, and the dress extended over his hips and crotch to keep his true gender hidden inside the otherwise translucent suit.  Once full, the suit gave him the shape of an overly busty and shapely woman.

     Callie disconnected the hose with a chuckle.  "You like it?  Now for the wig and shoes!" she said, fitting a long blonde curly wig to his head.

     He turned her direction and gazed with a bit of shock upon the shoes she was holding.  The bright pink books would go up to mid thigh, and were stiletto platforms that would raise him up at least six inches.  Before he could protest, she was already fitting one of his legs into a boot.  They zipped all the way up in the back, which allowed them to close around the inflated leg, forcing a little more air up into the hips and ass.  Once both were zipped, Callie held up a white china doll mask and smiled.

     "And now for the final touch," she said, placing the mask over his face, revealing only his eyes.  "Oh, they're going to love those bedroom eyes of yours!"

     Callie lead 'Vickie' out of the room and through the virtually deserted gentleman's club.  There was one dancer on stage moving without music.  When she stopped and started again, Vic guessed that she was practicing.  Another 'inflated waitress' was wiping down tables and a bartender seemed to be stocking shelves.  They moved through the room and headed down a long corridor and up a set of stairs.

     Sunlight poured through the door when it opened, and Vic winced at the brightness.  When his eyes adjusted, he saw they were on the sidewalk about an hour before sunset.  People walking by were already starting to stare at the inflated spectacle that Vic presented.  He stood there nervously.

     Callie suddenly smacked him on the ass, causing the familiar 'squeak' these suits featured.  This drew even more eyes as Callie started inviting anyone and everyone to view 'Vicki, the Inflatable Babe!'  When Vic continued standing there, she leaned over and told him to wave.

     Giving a nervous wave, people chuckled and started to gather around.  Callie continued urging people forward, suggesting that they give her a hug or give her tits a squeeze.  One ambitious gentleman shrugged and stepped forward, grabbing both of Vic's inflated boobs, illiciting a loud squeak from the nipples.  The man was startled and crowd laughed again.  Even Vic had to admit it was funny.  The man smiled and pulled out his phone to take Vic's picture.

     Callie suddenly started offering Vicki up for pictures.  This got the best response.  Cameras and cellphones alike came out and started snapping away.  Vic couldn't help but pose a little, slowly gaining confidence and getting more and more flamboyant with each picture.  Soon he was getting photos with two guys holding her boobs; in the arms of a bald, bearded man; or even with the young children of a Japanese tourist.

     Vic started having fun and time flew by.  Soon the sun was set and they were working in the light of a streetlamp.  The crowd began to thin as it got later, with a fair amount of gentlemen diverting into the club to see what else they had to offer.

     As the action waned, Vic was starting to sense how much his feet and back hurt, but the corset wouldn't let him slouch.  Callie seemed to notice his discomfort.

     During a lull in the traffic, she raised up his mask, startling him.

     "How do you feel?" she asked.  He shrugged, putting his hands to his back and pointing at his boot-clad feet.  Callie followed his motions and nodded.

     "Well, only two more hours, then you can head back in and get back to working tables," she said harshly.  Vic looked a little shocked at her sudden ferocity.  She leaned in close.

     "Didn't you even notice you were already wearing the suit and corset when you woke up?  Who do you think put you in it?" she remarked.  Shock and dismay crossed Vic's face.  She'd tricked him again, and this was all part of his 'punishment.'

     "And the owners didn't tell me to hire you ... You wanna know why?  I'm the owner.  Now you keep shaking your ass and posing for photos or I'll toss this mask away and let everyone with a camera see who's REALLY inside this suit."

     Panicked and without recourse, Vic nodded.  Callie put down the mask and began advertising once more, asking who wanted to put Vicki the Inflatable Babe on her knees like a dog.