“How long have you been my little mousepad, Mischa?”

       The question shook Mischa out of her delirious thoughts, lost in the feelings of Amber’s wrist massaging her silicone breasts, the mouse drifting back and forth over her flattened face. Mischa couldn’t have replied even if she’d wanted to, her expression permanently fixed into one of blissful pleasure as, capturing the moment she’d been turned into Amber’s mousepad. Of course, Amber had a little fun with Mischa first, turning the human into a demon of gleaming red latex, her impish face framed by pink hair and curling black horns.

       “It’s been about a year now? And you’ve been such a good mousepad,” Amber paused briefly to give Mischa’s breasts a gentle squeeze, still as perfect as the day they’d turned to wrist supports, “I think it’s time you’ve earned a little holiday… what do you think?”

       Mischa didn’t reply, but Amber thought she had a pretty good idea of what she’d say.

       Amber stood, picking Mischa up from the table, letting Mischa wobble about a little in the air. For Mischa, the feeling of her whole body shaking sent quivers of bliss through her body, the weight of her breasts tugging the rest of her down. The room span about her, warping about slightly as her eyes flexed.

       “Hmm, let’s see, I’m pretty sure you used to be bigger than this.”

       Amber carefully gripped the sides of Mischa’s flattened form, holding onto Mischa’s printed hands, tucked either side of her flattened form. Concentrating on the spell, magic started to flow from her fingers into Mischa, permeating her with warmth. Slowly, carefully, Amber started to tug on Mischa’s arms, pulling them slowly out of her flattened body.

       Mischa’s hands emerged out of her flattened body, her arms following, the effect like a cartoon being peeled off a television screen, slowly gaining volume as they grew larger. A few squeaks, and Mischa’s fabric skin started to shine, its matte finish overtaken by a gloss shine. Amber continued to tug outwards, stretching Mischa out in front of her, watching as latex arms slowly inflated.

       “Oof, maybe a bit too big…” Amber smirked, struggling to hold Mischa now the mousepad had two full-sized arms, “better- mmph - put you down for now,” Amber awkwardly dropped Mischa back down onto her desk, stepping away. Mischa’s arms twitched slightly, stretching, flexing, getting used to being able to move for the first time in months. Amber tried desperately to stifle a giggle as Mischa bent her arms over, fingers probing her still-flattened face, pressing her squishy breasts.

       “Glad you’re enjoying yourself, now just stay put for a moment…” Amber concentrated on the next step of changing Mischa back, using one hand to press down firmly on Mischa’s face, gripping the base of the mousepad’s breasts with the other. Tugging firmly, Mischa’s face stretching slightly with the force, Amber started to pull Mischa’s chest free. Her breasts rose, brushing against Amber’s arm as they ballooned outwards. Beneath, a crimson torso started to emerge, shoulders joining with Mischa’s arms, the shape of it slowly inflating out to full size. Amber stepped back and let the rest of Mischa slowly unroll like a flattened pool-toy, squeaking and popping as creases snapped out into shape, awkwardly hanging over the side of Amber’s desk. Then a thin waist, wide highs, thighs following, the crimson latex abruptly changing to the black of high-heeled boots. Last to emerge was a tail, lazily curling out from behind her inflated ass, quickly straightening as air filled it, pointed tip shining in the light.

       “Okay, let’s get you upright…” Amber grabbed a hand, squeezing Mischa’s hollow fingers, tugging the inflatable demon upright, her head still flattened and frozen in sexual bliss, looking awfully silly on the rest of her body. Amber frowned, “didn’t you have some wings?”

       A *fwomp* sound interrupted the silence, two bat-like wings unfurling rapidly behind Mischa, her body wobbling from the sudden rush of air, still so unsteady on her newly emerged feet. Mischa took a few steps forward and back, as if struggling to balance, her hands still desperately clutching and tugging at her flattened face.

       “Oh, poor thing,” Amber giggled, looking at the poor demon, “I’m almost tempted to keep you this way.”

       Misha turned, staring at Amber - at least, as well as she could stare, with her eyes still frozen in pleasure - putting her hands on her latex hips, inflatable foot tapping.

       “Humph, you’re no fun,” Amber pouted, stepping closer to Mischa, grabbing the inflatable by her shoulders, holding her steady, “I bet you’re enjoying this, really.” A smirk, and Amber stepped forward, guiding Mischa with her, pinning her against the wall. Another step, Amber pressing her body against Mischa’s, squeezing her inflatable form against the wall, the warmth of her body spreading to Mischa. Amber’s hands moved up, gently brushing against the cut edge of Mischa’s face, fingers massaging the printing of her horns. Tugging slowly, the horns started to emerge from Mischa’s head, pushing out as they inflated. Another gentle tug and curves of inflatable hair freed themselves from her face, soon followed by her ears. Finally, Mischa’s head emerged, mouth open, gasping for air - as if rising out of water.

       The inflatable demon blinked a few times, neck squeaking slightly as she turned her head this way and that. She probed her face, hands poking and prodding her features, satisfied she had returned to normal… well, normal for a demonic inflatable.

       “Mistress...?” she gasped, voice high and faint, a sense of ownership tying her to Amber, “how… how long has it been?” For Mischa, the days she’d been trapped as a mousepad, however blissful they’d been, all blurred into one.

       “A year,” Amber replied, stepping back, watching Mischa’s eyes widen, “just think… you’ve missed Halloween, Christmas, New Year, even your birthday.” She laid a reassuring hand on Mischa’s cheek, squeezing gently, “you seemed to be enjoying yourself so much, and you were just so comfortable, I couldn’t bear to change you back… though I think you deserve a little holiday.”

       “Oh, um, thank you,” Mischa faltered. Even speaking was something she’d have to get used to again. She’d asked to be a mousepad, and loved every minute of it, even if she’d missed a whole year. Now, able to move and talk again, she wasn’t quite sure what to feel. Just the thought of being owned, being used was making her want to squirm…

       “Ah, but what to do with my darling demon doll? I am so tempted to take you outside for a walk, just imagine the stares! The embarrassment. Though I worry you might blow away in the breeze,” Amber couldn’t help but smirk, watching Mischa squirming in front of her, “oh, look at you, barely able to stand, poor thing. I know just the thing to do with you...”

       Mischa didn’t get a chance to respond before Amber pinned her to the wall, Amber’s arms under Mischa's, squeezing gently against her inflatable breasts. Leaning closer, pressing their bodies together, the warmth of her breathing playing across Mischa’s latex skin, her cheeks blushing hot pink. Enraptured by the feelings of Amber pressing up against her, the heat of her body, her heartbeat vibrating through Mischa’s latex body, all Mischa could do was let out a soft whisper.

       “I know you’d say that,” Amber smirked, taking a long look at Mischa’s blushing face, before leaning in to kiss her inflatable demon. For a moment Amber simply kissed Mischa, teeth and tongue probing, before Amber breathed deeply into Mischa, forcing more air into her body.

       It was slow, subtle at first, the warm air circulating through Mischa’s latex body. Her skin started to press out, pressure building inside her, skin tingling as moisture settled on her cool latex. She started to anticipate each breath, Amber’s chest rising as she breathed, pressing into Mischa’s. Then, the flow of new air, impossibly warm, swirling around inside her, Mischa’s own body pressing back into amber. Her hips started to push out, growing rounder, tugging her waist out a little to match. Mischa’s ass grew wider and rounder, cheeks pressing into each other, latex skin flattening and creasing against the wall behind her.

       Mischa struggled a little, so giddy with the feelings, her legs started to give out beneath her. Hands desperately pressed against the wall, pushing her into Amber, bracing her body against her. Shifting her legs about, she could feel her thighs starting to press into each other, latex skin squeaking and groaning as they rubbed together. A heat grew between them, her skin starting to stick together - tacky at first, sticking more with each movement, skin tugging and stretching. Her feet started to push out, the sharp shape of stiletto heels growing softer with each moment, bulging out rounder as they inflated. Shifting her feet about on the carpet, friction caught at her skin, helping squash the heels into the smooth shape of her legs.

       The moisture inside her body started to bead together, tickling gently as they ran down her skin, turning to latex as they went. They started to settle in her feet, turning solid, thickening the soles. The more Amber breathed in, the more latex settled, the more her feet grew heavy, almost pinning her lightweight body to the ground.  Each breath was dizzying, almost intoxicating, and Mischa was already finding it harder to piece together thoughts… not that she seemed to mind.

       Another deep breath, and Mischa felt the air flowing straight to her legs, still pressing into each other. The latex of her thighs was blending together, flowing into one mass, the valley between her thighs pushing outwards. Pressure built in waves, a sudden squeak and pop as her skin gave way, stretching out into a smooth curve around her legs. The change worked its way down her legs, pulling her knees together, her ankles pressing out into each other. She tried to shift her feet, sluggishly moving them apart, feeling so heavy now. Her skin stretched and squeaked, protesting against the movement, quickly pulling her feet back together. Another wave of warm air filling her body, her feet ballooning out, sticking together. Latex skin tingled as her feet merged into a single curved base for her body, heavy with thickened latex.

       Amber paused for a moment, drawing away from her demonic plaything, smirking slightly as she surveyed her handiwork. Mischa could feel Amber reaching down with one hand, the fingers brushing over the curve of her thighs, narrowing slightly where her knees once were, “just look at you, pinned to the ground, just wobbling around.”

       The witch gently pressed against Mischa’s legs, skin deforming for a moment before her body shifted, tipping to the side, quickly swinging back upright as Amber let go. Mischa let out a squeak of surprise and pleasure, hands quickly reaching to steady her chest, still wobbling from the sudden motion.

       “Enjoying yourself?”

       “Yes…” Mischa squeaked in reply, already blushing pink again.

       “Good to hear, my little plaything, but don’t think I’m finished with you just yet...”

       Amber leaned close, Mischa breathing in her scent of smoke and cinnamon, planting her lips tightly on Mischa’s. A deep breath, and Mischa felt the whirls of air inside her drifting into her arms, pressing outwards. Fingers started to bulge and press together, latex flowing and merging, forming her hands into crude mittens. Skin creased and squeaked as she tried to flex them, the growing pressure forcing them back into shape each time. Wrists started to swell, her arms ballooning into simple cylinders, forcing her arms awkwardly out to her sides. Each time she tried to move them, more air pushed them back, skin stretching and straining against the movement.

       The final currents of air circulated around her torso, chest bulging out even more, pressed flat against Amber’s warm body. Her wings pushed out behind her, crumpling against the wall. Air forced its way into the ‘fingers’ of each wing, stretching them out into firm cylinders, taut latex skin stretched out between them.

       Amber’s breathing slowed, her golden eyes staring into Mischa’s, lingering for a moment more on her latest toy. Mischa could feel her mouth growing tough, tightly closed, the firm cylinder of a nozzle tucked between her bulging lips.

       “There…” Amber’s voice was barely a whisper, though Mischa couldn’t tell whether it was because she was out of breath, or just being a tease again, “my perfect little punching toy.”

       Wait… punching?

       Amber stepped back, tugging Mischa along with her, carpet scuffing the underside of her merged feet. Hands firmly on Mischa’s shoulders, Amber shifted her this way and that, finally satisfied with where Mischa stood in the middle of the room.

       “You ready for this?” Amber grinned widely, snapping her fingers. Her dress burned away in a flash of blue flame, replaced with golden athletic gear. Mischa didn’t have time to admire Amber’s body before the first punch landed square on her chest.

       The impact sent a wave of tension through her latex skin, the shockwave of air crashing back and forth inside her hollow body. Instead of pain, the sensation was exhilarating, a wave of pleasure rolling over her. The room spun around Mischa, her whole body tipping backwards. A moment of lurching weightlessness, then her feet tugged her back upwards, stretching the skin across the front of her body. The world swung back, Amber a blur of gold and blue in front of her, barely visible before the next impact knocked her back again…

       Amber danced around Mischa, swinging punches at the inflatable demon, dodging and weaving each time Mischa bounced back. Mischa’s thoughts barely had a chance to settle after one punch before the next punch sent her swinging in another direction, wave after wave of pleasure rocking her body. The sound of each impact echoed inside her hollow head. The hard slap of fist against plastic, the deep bounce of her skin rebounding, the sound-waves echoed and crashed against each other, forming a musical chorus as she bobbed this way and that. Occasionally a fist would land squarely on Mischa’s face, the impact deafening, the sensations almost overwhelming. Her vision of Amber blurred and distorted as Mischa’s eyes crumpled against the incoming first, slowly pushing back outwards, the creases lingering a moment before the shockwave of another impact pushed her eyes flat again.

       Countless punches passed before Amber stopped, panting as she sat on Mischa, the weight of her body pinning Mischa down. The poor inflatable's body strained against the weight, feet still trying to pull her back upwards, breasts awkwardly crumpled under Amber’s rear. Her latex skin was stretched out, the air inside her pushed outwards, overinflated arms sticking out awkwardly to the sides.

       “Yeah,” Amber began between breaths, glancing down at Mischa’s perfectly smiling face, “I think I’ll keep you like this for a while…”