** This is third part, it follows "Wish" and "Two for a secret" **

** Previous chapters tell about Phil, guy who becomes inflatable, he then meets a girl, Sue, who finds him attractive. Their adventure starts when she pulls air valve open, just to see what will happen**

** If you prefer girls to be inflatable, be patient and follow this chapter **

** If you don't like idea of inflatable people, you still can read something else **


Linda, now was not sure about what she have seen: "This must be some trick, they've known I was there and did some trick. Inflatable people are nonsense and these two, especially Sue, my good old friend, behaved as if it is for real, tricking me! Very funny, do they think I'm that gullible? Of course, I was rude too. No matter.
Interesting, how could they do that? And how could they know for sure, I'll go there? Take pump, prepare everything. Got a doll, it must be very expensive. No this doesn't explain everything. And I've seen, how she inflated him after he 'awoke', he really was getting bigger. Either I'm crazed, or they are crazed, or world is crazy"
Linda hesitated for a second, pondering, whether to return and take a look again, but decided not to. Andrew was waiting. Should she tell him? He'll never believe, and by the way, she promised to keep silence. Lets for a moment imagine, this is for real. What if Andrew was, inflatable too? Or Daniel, her ex. He was quite annoying and often arrogant. Linda imagined how she suddenly pulls a plug, when Dan tries to touch her (without permission), impression on his face, how he deflates into heap of crumpled latex. And if I'm tired of Andrew, I'd inflate Dan for one night. He was a good lover. On the other hand, boy should be something solid. Strong and confident. Nope, I'd never chose a blowup one.

"No, not yet, stop!" Sue said, when Phil started to kiss her neck, while gently unlocking her bra. Her left hand moved down, from his shoulder along back, ending on the valve.
He stopped,
"Why so serious?"
"I'll do it if you'll be bad boy", - She winked. "Don't worry, I'm not really going to pop you open. Huh, because inflating takes hell of a time and I'm tired"
"Is this the only reason?"
"No, stupid, I like you inflated more then deflated"
"I totally agree, I prefer to be inflated"
"Was it that bad to deflate?", - her voice was innocent, while arm continued to play with plug.
"Well, lack of control, when hands become weak and limp, you can not do anything. However, feeling isn't bad, on the opposite it is pleasant. I don't remember it much, though"
"It was not that long ago"
"True, but I was too busy panicking instead of relaxing and tasting the feelings"
"I think, you will have another chance to taste it better"
She gently rubbed his valve, hooking plug with her nail, yet not pulling it out.
"But not right now", - Sue continued
Phil smiled uneasily and said, trying to change the topic: "It is getting cold here, I think, we have to return to the beach"
"Agree, and there is a problem. The thing in your back, I'm afraid it is visible. Should we somehow cover or hide it?"
"I don't think that is a big problem. People can notice, of course, yet, hardly will pay attention, or ask questions. And you always may put your hand there to hide it. What really worries me is wind", - He really felt gushes of wind, pushing and shaking him a bit. Things could get sour on the shore exposed to sea breeze.
Sue eyed her new weightless boyfriend:  "I would not allow you to be gone with the wind, just hold on to me", - she said, and took him by the arm.

They went back to the shore, Phil has stepped twice onto sharp pieces of glass, but it did no harm. His skin seemed to be durable enough. Sue supposed even needle wouldn't do, though no one was eager to try and test. People passing by never seemed to notice anything strange in the pair, probably thanks to Sue, who dutifully held her arm on Phil's back. They discussed plans, while walking.
"How about dinner tonight? I'm not yet sure what can I eat, though"
"I have to settle things, hope it would not take to much time. Lets say, eight or half past eight"
"Good. In the mean time I'm about to get some weights, say a lead weighted belt and heavy shoes, a pump"
Sue giggled: "Get a patch set too, honey. And by the way, how are you going to shop for these things?"
"And what is a problem?"
"Wind. And you are walking like Armstrong on the Moon, unless I'm holding your arm. How are you going to get to the shop in the first time?", - She was sarcastic, though definitely had a point.
"True. So I'll have to order things on the net", - he agreed, - "I'd have to change my style a bit, say, I'll be biker. With heavy leather vest, belt, shoes with lots of metal. bandana. Latter is not must have. So, do you like bikers?"
"And are you going to buy bike?"
"Hardly"
"Then you are not biker"
"OK, I'll look like a biker, short of a bike"
"Are you sure, you'll be able to lift all that metal?", - she asked doubtfully.
"Pretty yes", - With this words Phil gently lifted Sue up for several inches. It was relatively easy. He was tightly pumped, so inner pressure was enough to bear weight of the girl without deforming his body much.
"Oh, that was cool! I've used to think you are now some kind of human balloon, glad I was wrong"
"It appears, that these my inflated muscles are not all that fake. May be, my strength can vary, depending on how pumped I am"
"We'll test this theory later. By the way, where is your car? Can you drive?"
"It is at home, lots of booze last night, you see"
"Did you drank too much magic potions?"
"Magic beer. Yes, too much"
"I can not let you go by bus alone, honey. Anyway we a neighbors, right"
"Nothing bad would happen, I think. Still, I'd love to be with you couple hours more"
They picked up Phil's clothes and moved to the camping point of Andrew and Linda.

Linda has returned to Andrew several minutes ago. He has done swimming, sunbathing and was eager to know what has Linda seen, as she was absent for a long time.
"Well, I shouldn't talk about that, don't even ask me, I've given my word to keep secret", - Linda refused to tell the story, however, she wanted to babble so much and in the same time keep her promise, at least technically. So she replied in that exact way to arouse his curiosity. Her plan worked:
"So, why can not you just tell me, nobody will know?"
"No, I can not", - Linda stated sternly.
Andrew whispered conspiratorially : "Why, is it that serious, have you seen them fucking?"
"No"
"What no, they didn't or you haven't seen?"
"Both no"
Now Andrew was really hooked: "Then what happened?"
"They are going there, you'll see it yourself"
"What exactly?"
"Just watch attentively. At the guy, not Sue. Exactly, at his back", - These words Linda said in a low voice.
When one is told to watch attentively, he can notice things that would slip out of others sight. So when pair came closer, chatted a bit with Linda and Andrew, Sue started to fold her towel, mattress to put them into backpack, while Phil was just hanging around. That was Andrew noticed: guy looked like some kind of model, he had no body hair, skin without small scars, moles and pigmentation differences, his tee and shorts were stretched and seemed two sizes smaller, his flesh was bulging: muscles and even skin adjacent to shorts and shirt, as if clothes cleaved in deeply. Quite strange to say least. He hadn't seen anything special at Phil's back, until he started to put on sues backpack, being kind of a gentlemen. He accidentally pulled his t-shirt up, so Andrew could see something that made his jaw fall. This was a final piece of puzzle. Thing that looked exactly as air valve with a plug. Sue has finally noticed where Andrew was looking. She silently cursed and Linda grinned happily.  Phil was last to understand what has happened. Embarrassed silence followed.
Finally, Andrew asked:
"I wasn't supposed to see this? I'm Sorry, man"
"True, I'd ask you to forget that accident". - Said Phil.
"I don't understand that thing, but it look like you really are, well, filled with air, I know it can not be, so, yet it looks hundred percent realistic. Oh, I understand, well, Sue do you have a kink for such things?"
She replied: "No I haven't and it would really better for us all to close this topic"
"Do you feel embarrassed for him?", - Linda intervened. - "No, there is no problem, everybody is special, though, I'd prefer Andrew to be solid as he is now. Tastes differ and thats ok, I'm sure Phil is nice man besides these little difference. You can have a pump at hand, for emergency cases. Oh, and by the way, is this thing contagious? We have right to know, if we are in danger"
"So is he really ...?", - Andrew asked in shock, - "Are you guys tricking me?"
Sue was almost boiling: "I've told you, topic is closed, I don't want to discuss this", -  She said.
Phil felt that keeping secret is not going to be easy now, especially, if Linda and Andrew will be annoyed and offended. He said:
"Ahem, once you already know, I'll answer your questions, but in some other place and only with guarantees that this story is kept among us. Thats really important, and I do not want to be freak-show superstar for journalists, nor a lab rat for scientists. Okay? And Sue, please calm down, too".
"So first, you demand to keep silence, and now you are telling them?", - Sue said.
Phil defended himself: "Look, it has already happened"
"Really? It is because you're showing your valve to everybody!"
"Please, don't be so loud, or you gonna tell everybody in the beach, now?"
"Oh, and I can", - with this words she put, her hand on his back, - "Look I know a good way to keep it secret". She giggled.
Linda said: "Cool, can I, please, look at how this happens?"
Phil didn't share her enthusiasm: "By the way, I don't like the idea. And we were going home, five minutes ago. I think it is not right place for talking, and Sue, would you be so kind not to play with the plug, it makes me nervous"
"Oh, forgive me O touch-me-not"
"OK, Phil replied, and poked Sue in her left boob"
"Now you are asking for trouble!"
Phil felt tug, and immediately started hissing. It stopped second later, as Sue pushed the plug in its place.
"It was a warning"
"This is double standards", - Phil protested, his shorts and tee become only one and a half size smaller due to 'warning'. He was definitely stronger then Sue, while inflated, still once she successfully deflated him without consent. Linda and Andrew were staring at them, amazed. And some people around have noticed.
"It is time to go", - Phil continued.
"We are about to go home, too, am I right?" Linda said, addressing to Andrew.

Ten minutes later at Andrews Nissan:
Andrew was driving, and girls were interrogating Phil.
"How did it happen to you?"
"I've seen a very strange dream recently, I'm sure it is related to my present state, still I don't know how that worked"
  He then told them about strange voice and transformation.
"Wow!", - Linda was clearly amazed.
"Yes, impressive", - Phil agreed, - "this day has overturned my life completely"
"And what do you want to do then?"
"Not decided yet, probably, move to some other place, change job."
"Can it be reverted?"
"Wish I know"
"May I take a closer look at it?"
"Well...", - Phil was really tired of attention.
"Yes, but be careful", - Sue replied instead, while Phil was composing a polite decline.
"What the hell", Phil thought, "she should ask me for permission, not her!"
Linda pulled his tee up again, touched plug.
"How does it feel? to, deflate, I mean". She asked.
"I REALLY do not like where it is going"
"I'll do no harm, and we have pump here, right?"
Sue protested, : "No, no, you can not deflate him. He is my boy, got it? And by the way, it takes hell of a time to pump him again"
"Andrew has an automatic pump there. If you are tired, I can pump him" Pleaded Linda.
"Shouldn't you ask me, instead?", - Phil said, - "And I'm totally against that idea"
"But now, there are two pro and one against, honey", - said Sue and popped him open. Immediately Linda seized his left arm, while Sue held right. And they both pushed deflating Phil from the sides, making air leak faster. Two seconds later his strength faded, as blown up muscles deflated, then he felt limp, sleepy and heard strange Voice again:

"Naughty girls, aren't they?" - Speaker was in the good mood.
"I don't think that is very funny" - Thought Phil
"Why? Two babes hugging you, do you prefer guys?"
"No, no. I don't want to be treated like a merely blowup toy"
"Ho ho. Why shouldn't they? You are inflatable, and they are not"
"That is a problem, turn me back. Please"
"No I'm not taking my gifts back. And by the way I like how this goes. Though, I'll grant you a second wish"

  With that words Phil's mind slipped into darkness, as air escaped from his head, he was now empty and crumpled, still held by giggling girls.

  Half an hour later  reinflated Phil and Sue entered a mall, his sulk gradually dissolved as he put on new jeans, wide black belt with lots of rivets, equally heavy leather jacket, high boots, with metalized foot, and finally cool round glasses.
As they shopped, Sue felt strange sensations. First, tingling in toes, chill, then she suddenly understood her bra becomes tight. Skirt was getting tight too. Then she felt a little dizzy, her whole body become more and more bouncy, bending arms and legs required slightly more effort then always, and vice versa unbending happened on its own. They just spring to straight position on their own, once force was released. Her bust started to bulge from cleavage, lifting her top formidably.
"I was wrong", - She finally said.
"Decided to apologize? I'm not mad already, this was even pleasant"
"Well, I'm sorry for that, but I was wrong in other sense. I though it is not contagious. It is"
Phil stared at her in following uneasy silence.
"Do you see know?", - Sue continued.
"Yes you have changed, slightly", - He than took her by hand. She was soft, pliable, taut and weightless.
In the next moment Sue felt change is complete, as with delightful sensation something pushed outwards from her lower back, just above panties. Phil put his hand there, grinning: "Welcome to my shoes babe"
"As to shoes, I'll need some new ones too. And heavy belt"
"Of course, my dear"

To be continued.