(Story Contains human to ball transformation. Not everyone likes these sorts of things, so just a warning in advance.)

The bag holding Keith was tightly closed around him, cutting him off from the outside world. He knew he was on a bus since Sarah had said she was going to take one, and the door sound he heard earlier clearly supported this. He was stuck, still a tightly bound soccer ball that Sarah had squished him into being earlier. Thankfully Sarah had decided to hide him in her bag, saving Keith the embarrassment of being recognized in his precarious state.

The trip was uneventful, time occasionally marked with a bump here or something pressing up there. A jostling of the sack followed by a sudden rise signaled this was the end of their ride. The hiss of the door confirming it. At this point Keith assumed Sarah was walking the rest of the way home, the bouncing of the bags contents leading to Keith’s assumptions. Thump… Thump… Thump the rhythmic beats were only broken up by the occasional pause. They marked time for Keith as he was cut off from any other means of marking time.

100…200…300. Time went on 1300…1400…150Creak! A new sound entered the mix, followed by a muffed thump shortly after. The bag shifted for a moment, spinning around to face a new direction. The bag swung back slightly, then forward with more momentum. At its peak the point of contact disappeared, sending the bag and its contents flying. Keith, helpless in his state, could only tense for the landing. Thankfully it was soft. The world went quiet for a bit, for how long Keith couldn’t tell. Unlike outside there was not a single sound the penetrated the bags material, leaving him in what felt like stasis.

It might have been minutes, or even hours but the bag suddenly found itself soaring up, thumps marking movement once again. Two clicks marked progress through a door before sudden falling again. Only this time the landing was even softer than before. Zip. Zip. The back of the zipper moved across Keith’s vision, revealing a new setting beyond the opening of the bag. It was a decently sized room, with blue walls and classic wooden furniture. Any additional detains were hidden behind a giant face with a teasing expression painted on it.
“Hi Keith, hope you weren’t too bored in my bag. It’s not like I could bring you back in my arms with the way you look, you know?” She talked to Keith although it was obvious she knew he couldn’t respond. Her hands reached into the bag and calmly drew him out. She held her ball up in the air turning him left and right as she inspected his body.

“Well someone looks like they had a good time, a little muddy though.” Stated Sarah as she placed Keith onto the top of the sac and walked over to her desk. She returned with a rag in her hand. Her figure plopped down next to Keith, sending a shock through the bed on impact. A hand reached out firmly grabbed the top of Keith, once again lifting him up. A cool rag tickled his bottom, passing left and right a few times until it retreated, leaving a wet residue behind. With Keith’s bottom clean Sarah placed him on the crook of her thighs and began to slowly pass the rag over the rest of his body.
From Keith’s perspective he was getting an up close and personal view that most men would die for. Sarah’s legs emitted a soft warmth that began to warm him through, their squishiness a strong contrast to his rubbery shell. The rag left a cool passage wherever it traveled, a strong contrast to the warmth that permeated his body. Sarah kept cleaning, seemingly oblivious of Keith’s feelings until…

“Hey Keith, how did you enjoy today?”

Well obviously, I can’t answer that thought Keith, but the memory of being played with by the two giants played in his head. They made his already warm body just that much hotter.

“I mean you just though about how bad you had it, being bullied didn’t you?” Asked Sarah, a playful tone edged her voice. She was up to something and Keith could tell. “I mean, who wouldn’t be annoyed to be squished by our wonderfully toned bodies.” Stated Sarah, curling over so her upside-down face filled Keith’s field of view. That was not all that was happening that Keith was aware. Sarah repositioning had caused her to curl around her toy, wedging Keith between her toned stomach and Sarah’s soft chest.

If he was still a man he would have been giddy with joy, but thankfully he was completely balled up. He was so compressed he could barely twitch his face, let alone give away his thoughts.

“Oh Keith, it is so much fun to play with you. I can tell you enjoyed it.” Embarrassment flooded Keith’s mind, bursting his thought bubble, and making him flush in the process. “Oh yes, that’s exactly why. Let me tell you a secret. A person, unlike a ball, usually heat up in these scenarios. I could tell the second we were done that you were enjoying it. It’s just so CUTE!!” Exclaimed Sarah, quickly tossing the cleaned ball into the air. She rolled back, catching her toy with her legs, rolling him left and right and allowing him to feel how smooth her legs were.

“Crap!” called out Sarah, cutting the moment short and sending Keith falling to the ground where he bounced a few times before settling to a stop. Sarah shot up, her face focused on the clock. “I almost forgot, I have to get you back to normal or Sam is going to kill me.” She got off the bed, leaving Keith alone as she made her way towards the closet. She was out of Keith’s sight, leaving a shuffling of stuff to be the only indication as to what was going on. She returned quickly a box in hand. Sarah placed the box on the bed, taking a moment to return Keith to it’s soft surface as well.

“Ok so Keith, I will warn you now. What I am going to do might be sort of weird, this being your first time being transformed and all from what I have gathered, but I want you to trust what I am about to do.” She stated as she dug through the contents of the box, stopping on what she sought. Her hands pulled back, revealing two large suction cups with handles on them. Leaning over Keith, Sarah rotated him onto his side to one of his hands was facing up. Taking the first suction cup, she placed on onto the surface of his body where his hand was. A quick press securing it strongly into place. Sarah repeated the action with his other hand, making Keith into a comedically looking device.

Sarah brought her ball to the floor, hooking one of the handles under her foot. She bent down into a crouch, placing both her hands on the other. A paused followed, worrying Keith more than whatever was going on, maybe something was wrong. Two short breaths cut this train of thought off before Sarah started to stand up. Initially the action seemed futile, causing the ball to become ovular and warping Keith’s view. Seconds passed, with the force not letting up. Further and further Keith was stretched, making him wonder if he would strait tear in two under the tension as his body shook almost uncontrollably. Pop sounded from his sides as they snapped back into position, leaving his hands behind. This sent Keith bounding back and fourth from the release of force, bound only by his secured hands.

While Keith was still a ball, his hands were now free from his body. Sarah took advantage of this development to stand up, no longer needing the force of her legs to continue. Hand in hand, Sarah pulled away from Keith, sending him spinning as his arms peeled away from his body. He spun left and right, propelled in the opposite direction his arms were going as they peeled off like waxing paper. Suddenly Keith’s arms were free and he was in an interesting position, his arms suspended above his body, his face inches from the ground. Thankfully this time both of Sarah’s feet stayed on the ground. Instead he was lowered gently to the ground, Sarah soon following. She was humming at this point, assuming a rhythm as she went about her work.

Next came his legs, unlike his arms they were not as strongly stuck as his arms were. This allows Sarah to yank and twist his body back to normal. Or at least somewhat normal. Although he could now be classified as a person, he was still too small in general and was still mostly flat. Sarah abruptly stopped. Uncertainty was displayed strongly across her body, making it obvious that the next step was something she didn’t want to do. That worried Keith, who was now so close to being normal. His friend’s friend went back to the closet, looking for something. A glace back here and there made it clear that there was nothing to find. A sigh announced her return, a question on her lips.

“So, Keith. I assume you heard me say that I had experience with doing this to my ex. Well… you see… the easiest way to get you back to normal is to get you as close to your original shape as possible, allowing your body to do the rest. Well for my ex-boyfriend the next step was easy. All I had to do was blow into his lips and inflate him back to normal.” She looked down, obviously uncomfortable. She glanced at the clock. “Look, I know we just met and all, but I am just going to have to do what I normally do. No hard feelings ok?”

Keith tried to say something, anything but was still too compressed to do anything at all. He was stuck until Sarah finished the job.

Sarah leaned down, her face soon inches away from his. Her hot breath ticked his face as she hesitated. A second passed, then two before their lips met. Sarah’s were soft and full against his crumpled mouth, but there was nothing fun about their action. They simply locked around his, allowing for a jet of air to be unleashed into him. The effect was minimal at first, causing sections of his body to uncrumple. Soon his flattened limbs, forcefully propped up by the warm breaths filling too. Her breaths swirled within him, bringing life to the flattened section of his body.

Keith’s limbs filled out quickly, although his arms were still disproportionally longer than they should have been. But Sarah didn’t stop there, she kept blowing and blowing, increasing the pressure in his body till his body could not restrain the force. Almost suddenly every part of his body started expanding, each piece stretching away from itself. The effect was immediately apparent as Keith slowly began to regain his general size. Soon Sarah was confident in his return and she switched her focus over to his arms.

Her hands went to work, massaging the stretch material her and there, slowly releasing the tension and allowing them to return to normal. Keith tested his mouth, shocked when it responded to his commands. It felt like it had been so long since he had been able to talk but, he hesitated. Sarah wasn’t looking at him, but he didn’t know what to say. She had done something to him that nobody else had. Worst of all he had enjoyed it, and she knew it! He didn’t know what to do, to say, so he stayed there, embarrassed, wanting it to be over. Thankfully Sarah finished with Keith’s arms at that moment, finally returning him to some sense of normal.

“Ok Keith, so that’s the last of it. Now I will warn you, I didn’t really fix you, all I did was make it super easy for your body to return to its normal form. You will probably feel weak for the next bit but should be able to walk out on your own feet this evening. So now that you can talk, what did you think?” Sarah asked but Keith, face flush with embarrassment remained quiet. Sarah sighed “Look, I know this is a lot to take in, and I may have been a little too forceful today, but this is something that I like doing.” Still no response. “Look, maybe I was wrong, if you don’t want it we…” Started Sarah.

“No!” blurted out Keith, unsure where the outburst came from. He quickly retreated into himself. Sarah smiled, pulling him up to sit beside her.

“Ok, so that’s a start. Let’s keep it simple. I assume you enjoyed it?”

A slight nod.

“Maybe even more than a little?”

Another nod.

“Like it enough that you would try again?”

A pause, then another nod of affirmation.

“So how about Sunday, you free then?”

This time Keith hesitated, unsure he wanted to commit so quickly after today’s ordeal. Sarah read him perfectly.

“Look, we don’t have to do something so soon, but at least we can talk about it after you have had some time to think about it. What about that then, free Sunday?”

“Ok, I can come” Keith responded, finally finding the confidence to respond.

“Perfect, I’ll write down my number and my address so there’s no chance you’ll forget it once you leave. While I’m doing that take my phone here at call Sam ASAP. I’m no psychic but I feel like I’ll be in hot water if you don’t call like now.”

The call went well, given the circumstances. He was able to convince his friend that he was fine, and that Sarah hadn’t damaged him in some way. The conversation quickly settled into an exchange of apologies, each feeling guilty for making the other feel bad. Keith did omit the arrangement he had made with Sarah. Keith didn’t hang around much with Sarah after that, simply wanting to be left along with his thoughts. Sarah, for her part, made sure Keith was ready to go. Bringing Keith back to the main door, she gave him one more looks over to make sure he was ready to travel back before giving him a slip of paper and wishing him well. He returned the pleasantry, after a pause, before returning to the plain old world. He had a lot to think over this evening.