“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

    Cherry’s voice was muffled and distant, echoing in Shurelya’s head as the deflated catgirl slowly filled with air. The small pump on the ground whirred, a snaking hose leading to the nozzle at the end of Shurelya’s crumpled tail, the gentle vibrations carried through her plastic skin. She seemed to purr as the air filled her, a giddy pleasure as her body started to unfold. Slowly, Shurelya’s senses started to return as more of her body inflated, occasionally punctuated by a pop or squeak as part of her body straightened itself out, a flash of heat as her plastic skin rubbed against itself.

    Cherry watched with glee as her girlfriend inflated in front of her, Shurelya’s face slowly emerging from her folded form, cat ears popping out of the hair that framed her feline face. Plump lips pushed outwards, head gradually swelling rounder, her vision clearing as her cartoonish eyes flattened, staring up at Cherry’s grinning face. She started to bob about, air filling the wobbling base of her conjoined legs, the pressure inside her forcing her crude arms out to her sides, the tail curling behind her now

    “Mmm, looking good,” Cherry teased, running a finger across Shurelya’s plastic skin, the rubber bending and squeaking under her touch, tracing the seams that helped define Shurelya’s feline form: the lines of her shoulders, the edges of her inflated chest, the curve of her waist, down to the slight dip between her merged thighs, “such a beautiful thing…”

    Shurelya could only sway in response, the touch of her girlfriend sending shivers of pleasure through her inanimate form, feeling Cherry’s hand reaching across her ass, starting to run down her tail.

    “Though don’t get too comfortable,” Cherry smirked, giving the tail a gentle squeeze, feeling the skin crumple under her fingers, “there’s a little something they mentioned in the shop that I’ve just been dying to try…” the fingers reached further down, grasping for Shurelya’s nozzle, gently teasing the hose out of it. With a gentle hiss, air began to stream out of Shurelya, almost as quickly as it had filled her.

    A familiar giddy feeling overcame Shurelya as her body started to deflate, collapsing into itself, her skin creasing and crumpling. Cherry leant into her, Shurelya crumpling more under her touch, the room lurching slightly as her head leaned to one size.

    “I’ll bet this feels even better,” Cherry grinned, one hand squeezing Shurelya’s ass, another her chest, fingers pressing deep into her girlfriend’s deflating body. Shurelya found herself shuddering slightly, quivering with pleasure, so embarrassed to be completely at her girlfriend’s mercy. Cherry’s hands squeezed harder, pressure building for a moment in Shurelya’s body, the rest of her skin pushing out slightly as Cherry compressed Shurelya more and more.

    A few moments more, lost in Cherry’s embrace, and Shurelya could feel more hands across her body, the familiar host of invisible hands trying to fold her so carefully and neatly. They tugged at her body, trying to straighten it out, fighting for a moment against Cherry, still holding so tightly to Shurelya. Her inflatable body was stretched out between them, skin drawing tight, more of her body crumpling under Cherry’s touch before she was finally yanked free. Her whole body shook, flipping through the air, dizzy and giddy before the invisible hands caught hold of her once more.  

    Each hand expertly worked its way across Shurelya, massaging here, tugging there, visible only as her body was pulled this way and that. Straightening, folding, pressing her down flat. Air rushed out of her, now barely half her height, vision distorting as her face became to crumple. Cherry seized the moment, quickly pushing the air hose back inside Shurelya’s nozzle, kicking the pump back into life.

    Confused at first, Shurelya felt as if the tide of air inside her shifted, suddenly flowing backwards. Pressure built inside her, pushing outwards against her skin, trying to inflate her once more.

    For a while, the hands continued their work, neatly pressing Shurelya’s own mitten-like hands flat, starting to roll them along her arms, ready to pack her deflated body away. They’d managed to fold each of her arms past her elbow before the air came rushing back in, fighting against them. At first, the new flow of air seemed to take over - pushing back against Shurelya’s folded extremities, undoing the hands’ hard work. Quaking a little, the inflatable feline started to push back to her curvy shape…. Her arms stretched out beside her, her torso straightening, breasts popping back out, the world slowly becoming upright again. For a time, Cherry was disappointed to see Shurelya inflating back to normal - or, at least, as normal as a living inflatable could be.

    The hands were not going to give up so easily.

    Shurelya barely had time to get used to the feeling of inflating again before the hands resumed their work, trying to carefully flatten and fold her plastic body into the perfect shape for storage. She felt each of them pressing against her body, pushing back against the expanding air, squeezing and flattening and rolling her as tightly as they could. Her arms started to flattening once more,  Pressure shifted inside her, parts of her bulging out and straining against her seams as others were flattened by the hands.

    Cherry watched with amused glee as the tug of war played out across Shurelya’s body, invisible hands pushing in as air pushed out. Whenever one part of her seemed to be rolled flat, another pushed back out, a chorus of bumps and squeaks as rubbery skin strained and protested against every movement.

    For Shurelya, the sensations were as strangely pleasant as they were uncomfortable, her skin stretched and tugged this way and that. The more air that filled her, the harder then hands worked against it; more and more of them appearing to press against her skin - dozens of hand-prints deforming her bulging body, no inch of her skin spared from their forceful touch.

    The more hands appeared to try and flatten her, the harder the air pump worked to reinflate her, charged with the same magic that transformed her. Its steady thrum turned to a high-pitched whine, the vibrations carrying through Shurelya’s stretching skin, growing more intense as the pressure built up inside her.

    Shurelya’s body started to bulge and expand, the force of the air inside her growing stronger, her narrow waist rapidly growing wider as her torso ballooned outwards. Cherry giggled at the sight of Shurelya’s changing body, her arms and head awkwardly sticking out of the sphere her body was becoming.

    Still, the hands continued to press against Shurelya’s body, pushing back with greater force, desperately working against the air filling her. Shurelya felt dozens of hands gripping her head, pressing together, crumpling and flattening her face against her body. Her vision shifted, the room seeming to fold in on itself, growing darker as the hands continued pressing her head in on itself, flipping inside out as the hands forced it inside her body.

    Their first victory achieved, the hands quickly moved on to her arms, rolling them up again and pushing them in after her head, forcing them into the same makeshift hole in Shurelya’s body. Any last glimpse of light was lost as the crumpled arms were firmly pressed against her face. A brief flash of pressure as the hands gripped her breasts, crudely pushing them in after her arms, more and more of her body forced in on itself.

    To Cherry, it looked as if Shurelya’s own body was swallowing itself whole, growing impossibly smaller as each part of her was forced into the hole after her head.

    Discomfort grew across Shurelya’s body as the hands continued their work, the force of the air inside her almost impossible strong now the hands continued to compress her into a smaller space, now barely 2 feet across as her ass was forced inwards, legs and tail awkwardly sticking out of the rest of her. By far the largest part of her, her legs took the longest to fold in on themselves, what felt like thousands of hands pushing and squeezing against them, heat building in her skin as pressure and friction grew. Yet, soon, impossibly, they were pushed inside her body, her toes sticking out for a brief moment before each was forced in one by one.

    Eventually, just her tail was left, awkwardly stretching away from her spherical body, still taut from the immense pressure of the air inside her. Cherry walked over, looking down at the ball Shurelya had become, watching her twitch this way and that, helpless as the magical battle waged inside her.  The sensations almost overwhelmed Shurelya, the impossible sensitivity of her body, so much of her forced into such a small space.

    Trapped inside the ball, Shurelya was almost overwhelmed by the sensations, the hands still carried on their work. They’d managed to squash the inflatable flat, impossibly compressing the air inside her, but her body was still such a mess: disorganised folds of plastic, each part of her body crumpled and wound up inside each other. The hands shifted about inside her, slowly tugging and teasing, trying to smooth out her twisted body.

    They started at her extremities, trying to carefully smooth out her fingers, flatten her feet, fighting against the warped shape of her body inside the sphere. The pressure continued to grow inside her, Shurelya’s tail inflated almost to a bursting point, the air still forcing its way inside her contorted skin. As the hands continued to pull at her, plastic skin forced against itself, friction and heat grew, intense and overwhelming.

    Shurelya could feel the plastic flesh of her fingers starting to melt, mixing and merging together, the hands succeeding in their task if only because the creases were blurring into a single smooth mass. They continued their work, pulling and squeezing her arms and legs, thighs pressing together, ankles blurring, elbows melting into her waist. More and more of her changed, melting together, skin shifting and mingling inside her compressed form. She could feel the air shifting inside her, bubbling through her body, strangely tickling as bubbles drifted together, merging at her core.

    The pressure continued to build, compressed air still forced into her body, running along her tail into her body, bubbling through her molten insides. Inside, her breasts flattened together, torso merging with what was left of her limbs, the hands pressing and kneading her gooey body together. Shurelya felt giddy, lightheaded, the sensations so strange yet so pleasurable, her rear turning to putty under the hands’ touch.

    Cherry looked on, occasionally watching the pink sphere bounce and twitch, growing ever so slightly smoother with each wobble, “what’s going on…” she wondered, slowly reaching down…

    The hands had just about reached Shurely’s neck, her head all that remained untouched inside her, squashed and surprised by the rest of her body - and the building bubble of air. The pressure inside her was immense, flattening her face completely, the pain and tension almost at breaking point before Cherry pressed a hand into her.

    Shurelya’s body bounded into the air, a blur of gleaming pink zooming past Cherry, a gust of air knocking her backwards. For an instant, all pressure left Shurelya’s body, compressed and merged flesh springing free, the air inside forcing her body out into an almost perfect sphere, cooling quickly in the free air. A flash of magic surged through her, dispelling the invisible hands from her body. Tumbling down to the floor, impacts shaking her body, shockwaves bouncing back and forth inside her, Shurelya tried to make sense of her changed body: a head and tail now awkwardly sticking out of a yoga ball.

    Cherry grinned as she picked herself up, watching Shurelya wobble slightly before slowly tipping over, her head pulling her down. Shurelya saw the world spin around her, Cherry looming large over her, upside down as her head awkwardly bounced against the floor, squashing an ear flat.

    “Poor little thing,” Cherry teased, Shurelya at her mercy once again, gently running a hand across the surface of the yoga ball. Fingers pressed into Shurelya’s skin, pulling her gently, skin tugging and stretching as Cherry rolled her upright once again, “I think I can help with that awkward head of yours.” A mischievous grin flashed across her face, picking Shurelya’s light body up into the air, gently squeezing her sides before propelling her across the room.

    Everything spun around Shurelya, a moment of weightlessness before her body hit the ground, rolling over her tail, flattening it against her body. It stuck fast against her back, a slight impression before the plastic melded together, leaving only a printed pattern of her tail. The hose still stuck out from her body, awkwardly pinched beneath her, snapping out and propelling her back into the air. The room continued to spin around her, the floor rushing up to meet her face before the airline snapped tight behind her, bringing Shurelya to a juddering halt.

    Shurelya’s relief was short-lived.

    Cherry pouted a little, stepping closer, disappointed that Shurelya had stopped a moment too soon, leaving her head sticking awkwardly out of her spherical body. Her feet filled Shurelya’s vision, feeling Cherry’s warm hands pressing against her back, quickly tugging the hose free. Her body quaked a little, now totally at Cherry’s mercy. Lifting Shurelya up, she wrapped her arms around the giant yoga ball, barely able to reach around Shurelya’s sides, holding her close to her face, gazing into that printed expression, still one of utter joy. Drawing Shurelya close, chest flattening into her plastic skin, she planted a kiss on Shurelya’s printed lips, holding her there, tight and warm and loved and helpless.

    “There, now let’s have another try,” Cherry dropped Shurelya down, letting her bounce a few times, wobbling about on the ground. She smacked a hard down on Shurelya’s side, the shockwave rippling across her surface, bouncing her up into the air. For a moment, Shurelya was giddy and weightless before Cherry slapped her down again, and again, and again, “don’t worry, I’m sure this won’t hurt much.”

    Each time Shurelya bounced back, Cherry hit her with even more force, the sensation at once exhilarating and disorientating. Pressure waves cascaded back and forth inside her, Shurelya’s whole body heating up with the force of each impact. And slowly, Shurelya spun around, her head dipping closer and closer to the ground with each bounce, each one feeling like it would send her head smacking into the ground. Her vision blurred, Cherry just a streak of colour in front of her, shadowed by her own bouncing body.

    The final impact almost stunned her, Cherry’s hand landing square on Shurelya’s flattened ass, sending her crashing into the ground. Her face collided hard, the impact first flattening her head against the ground. Her vision smeared, eyes stretched out as her face expanded outwards in all directions. Ripples spread over her face, wrapping around her head, rolling back to her body. She could feel the texture of the carpet beneath her, every strand and fibre pressing into her soft skin.

    The back of her head was forced into her body, hair rapidly forced outwards, the shape of her ears pressing into the plastic around her head. Heat and pressure grew, the rest of her body still moving downwards, bulging around her waist, the force of Cherry’s slap forcing her body around her face. Her plastic flesh started to melt and warp together, merging into one, hair and ears flattening into a printed design. Her face was left stuck, stretched out across her body, eyes and cartoonish grin spread wide across it.

    As quickly as her body had come crashing down, the pressure wave reflected back, carrying her body back into the air. Her face peeled from the floor, still stuck transfixed across the smooth surface of her body, now an almost perfect yoga ball. The force carried her up, tumbling slowly, catching against the ceiling, the spin sending her careening to the side. The sharp corner of a desk stuck into her side, skin stretching and distorting around it, tension building again before snapping free, propelling her back across the room.

    She rebounded from object to object, denting and dinging her spherical body, occasionally flattening against the wall before bouncing back. Each impact carried its own dizzying, disorientating sensations: her body stretching and compressing, the pressure building and falling, the heat of friction as she rubbed against the carpet on her way into the sofa. As strange as each sensation was, it was hard to deny how good they felt, the way her skin vibrated with each impact, the electric tingle of static playing across her skin, the warmth of her whole body.

    The bounces gradually died down, the world gradually coming into focus, no longer just a blur. A few bumps along the carpet, clipping the edge of a table, and Shurelya found herself rolling across the floor, stopping as she bumped into Cherry’s legs. Cherry looked down, grinning, as the giddy smile of Shurelya stopped, staring up at her.

    “See, that looked like fun.”

    Shurelya was too overwhelmed to reply, still awash with the strange sensations, even if she’d been able to.

    When Shurelya came to, Cherry was carefully spinning her around in front of the mirror, admiring the feline yoga ball. Her hands gently moved across Shurelya’s body, squeezing gently against what was once her ass. Each touch felt warm, electric, sending gentle tingles across her body. Her body felt so much firmer than when she’d been an inflatable doll, bending only a little under Cherry’s touch.

    “You make a lovely yoga ball, don’t you think?”, Cherry smirked, turning Shurelya this way and that, rubbing her plastic skin against the carpet, “and so big, too… perfect for sitting on…” The world seemed warped around Shurelya, like looking in a funhouse mirror, her eyes stretched wide over her body. She tried to focus on herself, seeing those familiar smiling lips and cartoonish eyes, the rest of her body now just printing on the surface of a ball, from her feline ears to the arms wrapped under her breasts.

    Cherry shifted Shurelya slightly, stepping around, her legs filling Shurelya’s vision as she leant back into the ball, leaving her girlfriend staring up between her thighs. Shifting her weight back into Shurelya, Cherry’s ass pressed down into her, stretching her skin, pressure building inside, the sensations only growing more intense as Cherry squeezed Shurelya between her legs. The world twisted more, eyes bending under Cherry’s weight, the dizzying feeling onto adding to the mix of sensations. She was truly trapped, embarrassed, at her girlfriend’s mercy, and loving every minute of it. A hand reached back, tracing the design of the tail, fingers brushing against a familiar nozzle.

    “Yes, I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together…”