<Story contains themes of inanimate transformation. You have been warned>
Scott was butt naked, curled up in a ball in the bottom half of a massive and cold sphere like bowl with an identical half dangling above him from the ceiling. A woman stood next to him, a lab coat dangling from her shoulders and her hands covered in tight blue latex gloves. Her outfit stood in stark contrast to his situation, and they looked as if they belonged to two different scenes, except for bizarre contraption she held in her left hand. The device was like a large latex bladder, with some form underneath giving it a tubular shape. Attached to one end was a plastic like apparatus with a valve stem hanging off to one side. A tube was attached to the bladder, and Scott knew exactly what was going to happen next.
“Open please” the woman asked with a deadpan tone. Her right hand was resting gently on his chin while the other was positioning the tip of the apparatus in front of his face. A quiver passed through Scott’s body, not from the cold of the metal that caressed his form but from knowing what was to come. This was what he had asked for, and this would probably be the last chance he had to turn back. Obediently he opened his mouth to accept the device. “Please breath out” she commanded and he did so, making sure to exhale all the air in his lungs.
“Now inhale on three. One, two, three” Scott tried to inhale on three but at the same time the device was suddenly plunged into his throat. A bitter taste filled his mouth, indicating that the apparatus had been coated in some sort of a gel to help with insertion as his lungs accidentally sucked the large device deep within him. Rubber slid past his lips and down his throat, nearly reaching his belly before his body suddenly rebelled. He started to gag and sputter as his lungs realized what had happened, but the woman was ready for that. Her grip on his chin tightened and she didn’t stop shoving till the plastic piece on the end of the device has stuffed into Scott’s mouth.
“Now clamp down” she asked, as if he wasn’t struggling. But Scott knew this was necessary so he forced his lips down on the plastic nozzle, meeting a tacky texture that coated the inside of the plastic. Immediately his lips started to burn and a chemical tasted filled his mouth. But Scott had been ready for this, with a similar application of the chemical sealant having already been done to his other holes. In a moment the burning subsided and his gagging slowly slowed as his body recognized defeat against the bizarre device. With all of his holes sealed Scott realized how terrible of an idea this had become. He could barely breath, with only a trickle of air coming in through the plastic hole in his mouth.
Scott tried to breath, to force air through the tiny hole. Faster and faster he tried, his heart starting to race in response. There must of been panic in his eyes as he started up at the woman, but she didn’t respond in the slightest. This was business for her, and something she probably did on a regular basis. Instead she grabbed the plastic and rubber that protruded from his mouth and wiggled them around as she slowly twisted and lowered Scott’s face till the protrusion lined up and slotted into a channel in the side of the metal sphere.
Click
“Alright Scott, if you want me to stop please blink twice.” Scott’s body wanted for him to blink, to get it out of the bind his mind hand placed it in, but his mind wouldn’t back down. Not once did he blink as he stared back at the woman. “I will take that as a yes then. Please give me a moment to get the lid down.” the woman stated as she walked to a nearby wall. There, positioned on the wall was a small yellow control box with two arrows on it. One pointing up and one pointing down. From there a wire ran up an into the ceiling, most likely to whatever mechanism was holding up the metal dome dangling above him. She wasted no time in grabbing the box and plunging down the down button. Immediately Scott could see the dome begin to descend as a whirring sound echoed around the sanitized room. He could see the woman’s eyes watching it descend, as it got closer to him. It began to descend around him now, slowly obscuring the light until...
Thud
The two sides of the sphere can together and darkness enveloped the cramped space. Scott couldn’t hear nor see anything from the metal that was now an inch from his face and with his limited air supply he had to admit that it was getting a little claustrophobic in the enclosed space. All this, just so he could live out his fantasy a little, Scott thought to himself as a twig of doubt found him. He thought back to when he saw the online post, when he called the number and found an actual human being on the other end of the phone line. It was more surprising when she talked, a miss Violet Evergross, and described the services she offered. There were quite a few actually, but all circled around the theme of turning someone into their dream inflated object. She had described the process in details, not that Scott understood most of the technical details, but by the end of that call he was completely convinced that she was telling the truth and that this was truly the path to his dreams. He had immediately booked out and appointment and made his after plans. Now he wondered if he had been a little over zealous.
Click click click click
The sound reverberated throughout the hollow center of the sphere and slightly worrying the trapped man in the process, then once again nothing. He knew what was coming next. A blast of air would inflate him from the inside and crush him against the walls. But knowing what is about to happen and experience it are a whole different story.
Thump swoosh
Suddenly air blasted down the tube that threaded into Scott’s mouth, chilling it instantly as it rushed into him. Pressure suddenly flared in his chest cavity, but before he could begin to process the feeling he was immediately being pushed against every square inch of his tiny enclosure. It felt like a bomb had gone off in his chest, as his weak body was plastered against the metal enclosure. Weakened from the initial force there was very little resistance left from Scott’s compromised form, as the ball in his stomach grew in size and stated to crush his rubbery mass flat against the walls. Involuntarily he tried to grit his teeth, to resist the force, but there was nothing he could do as he was soon crushed flat against the unrelenting steel. The metal mold creaked and groaned around the man, but the pressure didn’t relent, growing ever stronger to ensure the job was done. Scott slowly loss the ability to define self, as different parts of him fused together, till only one ‘self’ remained.
But just as quickly as the pressure came it was gone, almost vanishing back down the tube it came from. Suddenly Scott found himself peeling back from the metal walls as he stuck awkwardly to the bladder that had been inflated within him not moments before. There was little structure or form to his body now as he simply crumpled upon himself and suddenly the cavity that he was trapped in felt a whole lot larger than it used to.
Click click click click
There was that sound again, and suddenly light filtered into the chamber again as the top of the mould rose back towards the ceiling. As it completed it’s journey a familiar face appeared above him, looking much larger than before.
“Hello again Scott, I hope that wasn’t too uncomfortable” Violet stated as she unlocked the plastic in Scott’s mouth from the lower half of the mold. “Just give me one moment to remove the inner bladder” she added as she yanked the rubber tube and the bladder from within Scott, leaving him feeling oddly hollow in a way that he couldn’t explain. There was no question about what Scott’s new form was, at least to him, but that didn’t stop him from trying to explore it. He tried to move, to talk, or to even look around, but everything had been locked in place from his transition from three dimensions into two.
“There, and now the last step before you are ready” she stated as she lifted up his flattened form as if it was nothing and carried it over to a small tube she had over at her desk. She simply dunked Scott into the liquid for a few seconds before pulling him out. Violet didn’t comment as to what happened but Scott knew what had changed about him as the woman carried him over to the box he had prepared. She had dyed him white, just as he had asked. At last he was placed in a cardboard box, surrounded by bottles and supplies as Violet stared down at him. “Bon Voyage, Mr. Scott” she said as she closed the box and sealed it shut.
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This was the part that Scott hadn't intended for. The part that is skipped over by the brain and by every single story that represented his fantasy. The waiting. It couldn’t have been minutes, or even hours, he wasn’t sure, but he just ‘sat’ there in his box. Violet hadn’t shipped him yet, that was for sure, but it felt like forever since she had made him into his fantasy. What was worse was that this wasn’t even the longest part of the journey, with an expected four day delivery time till he reached his destination.
His brain was wired full of desire to fill his purpose, his every wish now to just be played with. Every sound from outside his box excited him, even if he knew it wasn’t for him. It made relaxing impossible, sleep even more so, as he just sat there. It was like torture, in a sense, one which Scott had willing chosen to experience.
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“Here you go” the delivery man said as he handed the box over to the bikini clad lady before heading on his way. She hadn’t been expecting a delivery, none of them had, but she recognized the name on the box so there was no reason not to take it.
“What was that” another feminine voice chirped out as she rounded the corner.
“Not sure Lia, was Kaitlyn expecting a package from her husband?”
“She didn’t mention anything about it. Should I go ask her?” Lia asked as she came into view, she must have already changed, like Fredricia had earlier, as she was also clad in her matching bikini, although in a purple hue to her yellow. She was a tad shorter than Fredricia but just as slim as her friend.
“Probably not a good idea, we did get her pretty drunk for her thirtieth.” Fredricia responded as she looked down at the box. It wasn’t a large box by any means, but it seemed a little odd when Scott could of just giving it to them before they left for the Bahama’s. “Any idea’s as to what is in the box?”
“Nope, but we can find out” Lia responded, and as she looked up to regard her friend she realized Lia was already holding a small knife from the kitchen. How she always ended up with something sharp when she needed it Fredricia didn’t know but she didn’t like asking questions about Lia’s rougher time growing up. They brought the box to the living room and with a quick slip of the knife the box popped open under their watchful eyes. Inside they found an assortment of spirits and tucked against one side of the package a deflated white beach ball.
“That’s cute” Fredricia said with a smile. Scott had sent them a little care package for their vacation. That man was made for Kaitlyn and she couldn’t be prouder of her friend for landing such a catch.
“Neat” Lia added as she snatched up the deflated ball and popped the valve open. “Think the owner will mind if we play around in here?” she added with a smile as her teeth bit into the valve before her lips sealed around it. Without waiting for a response she started to blow.
“Not unless he has cameras in here, and even then we can just report him for being creepy or something” she responded as she watched her friend inflate the ball. It was a bit bigger than what she was expecting, about three feet across and completely white. It made the ball they brought look small but she didn’t recognize the design. Not that it mattered really, Scott probably just got it from an event or from work and just sent it over. Soon the ball was filled taunt and Lia popped back the valve.
“Catch” Lia called out as she bopped the ball through the air with the palm of her hand and sent it flying towards Fredricia. The bounce the ball back and fourth a few times before a door opened up and a third walked out.
“Morning” Kaitlyn stated as she entered the room, “Did someone ring the door bell?”
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“I’m home!” Kaitlyn called out as she entered her home. Oddly there was no response. That didn’t sit well with her. Scott hadn’t been answering his phone for the last couple of days and it had been worrying her a bit. Yeah she had been drunk more times than she would like to admit, and that she had missed a number of phone calls from different numbers, but that didn’t explain why he wasn’t home. She wandered into the kitchen looking around, only to notice a note on the kitchen counter. She picked it up, her eyes scanning the contents of the note. Different emotions flared through her as she read, confusion, annoyance, resignation, then concern. She understood everything, but wasn’t really pleased with it.
“I guess I’m going to have to call Lia then” she said aloud as she pulled out her phone while her fingers flicked over to contacts in one swift motion. Her finger hovered over her friends name, but she hesitated. A pause, then Kaitlyn clicked off the screen of her device. A smile edged at her lips as she put her phone away. After all, another day wouldn’t hurt, would it?