This story is based in the same universe with “Offer you can not refuse” and starts a series of romance, science-fiction and inflatable erotic blended in good proportions.
What is so special in this series? It is “plausible inflation”
* How do they do it? No magic or “comics science”. It is theoretically possible to do!
* Why do they go for it? Plausible motives - no crazy fetishist scientists and stupid volunteers
* Who pays for it? Generous ROI for billions invested in research and production.
So far there are :
1. Right man in the wrong time. (*)
2. Hot sexy math.
Will be more
(*) There was a former part two called “Kinship of souls”, but it is now merged into first part.
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Joshua shook dice in his hands, blowing on them. He called this black magic, poof, dice roll a bit and settle - five and three. That’s perfectly okay, his token moved right on the street that belongs to me. Some Monopoly cash changed owner. Josh is a bit upset, as my magic of calculating probabilities and thinking four steps forward, once again has proven to be stronger. Probably I’m playing Monopoly like poker, and so spoiling the fun... well, where else people like me can apply analytical abilities?
So I was winning, yet not very happy. The game was interrupted as door opened and a client entered our room. Well, she was not in staff, so she was a client, I assumed. Average looking girl, long fair hair, white blouse, loose breeches. Nothing special, typically they stop by to rent a half day fun. I have to make a short excursion here, thats what Joliett, thats the name of the guest, though it is not that important for narrative, have seen: An oval room with fairly cheap scenery in the fake windows, a floor mat, some clutter around the table with monopoly board and four guys. Very muscular and barely dressed: only trunks, hey! Don’t roll your eyes, thats just uniform:
One, Lucas, blond man with impressive square jaw and arctic icy blue eyes. He was chilling in the inflatable chair.
Three others sat around table: Juan, already bankrupt and out of game - dude with Latino complexion, probably the most pumped of all us: even from behind his pecs were seen, round shoulders. Joliet examined his quite inflated butt for a second or two, then was Joshua, anthracite black and quickly ignited when hot girls were around. And me, my name is Boris, though everyone calls me Bruce. Smartest and, of course, most modest of all four. Girl didn’t notice these my qualities, so her gaze has returned to Josh. Or rather his swims. “You”, she exclaimed pointing at him. Well, that wasn’t big surprise, Josh has been popular.
He smiled almost honestly and started his special performance. Got plastic case and jumped into it, landing with his toes right in the corners. Simultaneously he reached around, pulling inflation plug in his back. Pop and hiss of escaping air followed.
As Josh rapidly deflates, I’ll explain few things - we normally have very high pressure inside, it varies for different models of artificial bodies, in the case of our black friend it is around one point three atmospheres, and this is relatively low pressure. This means, of course, you can not blow us up with only your lungs - not a chance. Also it makes us quite strong for balloons. Let’s return to show, Josh pressed his knees into the box, sat onto his heels and even pressed his legs down, forcing air out of them faster, his deflating legs also scaled down, not just flattened, so he could fit into the case. Next he leaned forward, as air fled, leaving his torso and hands - muscles were vanishing, at that moment he was rather skinny and started to crumple. Last step is the most difficult - he took the translucent forward panel of the case with both hands and tried to fold himself back, to place his head over his quite deflated butt. At this point remaining strength abandoned him, so mission was failed - Josh slumped down helplessly. Two times he succeeded in packaging himself while deflating, but not that day. Still Joliet was quite impressed, girl finished the job - pushing remaining air out and folding Josh properly. As she did it, she bent quite sexy, Juan and I had a good chance to observe her rear. I felt a pinch of jealousy.
When, Joliet left, holding tightly folded Josh under her armpit, game was over as he got technical defeat. Nobody wanted another round, so we resumed evening chatter session.
I whined, “I still can not believe life is so stupid”.
“She maybe believes that black guys have bigger device, or our Josh’s is just getting popular” - Juan replied.
“Or, probably, she likes exoctic, they’ll roleplay planter’s daughter and the slave” - Lucas added sarcastically.
“No, I’m not talking about Josh. I think, he’s fully enjoying his life. I mean, we are stuck here for eternity as living sexdolls. I must confess, I liked it at first … but now, it gets boring. Fate gives me back not only young looking body, but a young brain too.”
Lucas interrupted me: “Bruce, Technically you have no brain”, he smiled to his plain joke.
“To hell, I’m thinking, therefore I am. Couldn’t actually compare but it looks like I’m thinking faster now than before branching”
“You have been eighty years old, no surprise that your current state is a bit of improvement” - Lucas reasoned, “I had a similar depression, it passed. You can not change anything, just accept and enjoy what you have, it is not that bad”
It was Juans turn to reassure: “And you still can change a lot, Polymerix allows promotions to performing and dancing, later you may get into real show business and get some fame. You’ll burn your debt faster. Look at Josh, he’s trying hard to make his own unique performance, I’m thinking about some show too”
Oh, I almost forgot! Some of you, dear readers, don’t remember history of the third millenium. World has changed a lot, I’d say it got totally twisted. So, let’s tell it from the beginning: shortly after the Great Trade War, civilization started to recover and first experiments on so called branching were undertaken. Noble goal was extracting, or rather copying human mind out of its mortal shell. At first it was success - in the fifties years of XXI century scientists got first copies of all the state of neuron interconnections and neural chemistry and so on, virtually keeping mind on the hard drive. Then it turned to be great frustration. “Branches” - the common name for copied minds - were frozen. Attempts of simulating brain processes inside computer led to corruption of branches. We still don’t know what happened, but it looked like suicide. Revival of branches was forbidden, yet anyway, many people branched themselves in hopes for future technologies and as an attempt to trick the death. I branched, when my doctor told me, that I have a month, maybe two more.
Now there is a huge storage of branched minds, only tiny fraction had a second chance like me. Another approach towards immortality was made a century after first successful branchings. That was a treatment at genetic level, Brazilian lab found combination of genes to suppress and reactivate to fool human cells that they are living in a young body. That worked like magic, for women it was white magic, their projected lifespan almost tripled, for men it was black magic. They get younger two, but had exponentially growing oncology problems. Solution for men was found seventy years later, yet it was too late. Society has changed dramatically, not only men died, while women continued living. Fairly cheap and easy technology to choose sex of a planned baby ruined the balance. Male population shrank to merely three percent of humanity. But even worse: crime rate went down noticeably, wars became an anachronism. You’ll ask what is bad in that? - The female popular opinion jumped to conclusion, that men of old were to blame for all the sins of humanity. Cumulative effect of ‘Everyone knows that’ was terrific, any different opinion on the matter of history of humanity and the role of men in it was quickly marginalized, even remaining men had to accept extremely feminist point of view. After peak in early XXIII century feminist fanaticism has lost steam, yet gained solid foundation in laws, tradition and popular prejudices. When discrimination went down, demand for men in various forms of entertainment quickly outran total supply...
And here I have to return to the business of branching. Simulating brain function within primitive computer has proven to be disastrous. But building an artificial body close to human, with neural system functionally close to brain neural network - that would do the trick, and indeed implantation of branches into sophisticated robotic bodies resulted in a huge success, few lucky people got a second chance. On the bad side, such robotic bodies were extremely expensive in construction and maintainance, few could afford that treatment and people returning to life after two centuries of nonexistence were not just poor, they haven’t a cent. So, until recent times number of lucky twiceborn was measured in three digits. As the number of artificial bodies remained small, no mass production was possible to reduce costs.
And then people at Polymerix realized the new business schema: revive men, give them a loan to pay for the new body. If revived refuses to take the loan, he can opt out of course, he’ll be overwritten by another more cooperative branch. Once loan, really huge money, is taken, you haven’t much choice, but accept generous job offer from Polymerix. Thats how all we got our artificial bodies and the second chance.
Ah, important thing, why are we inflatable? In fact it is a quite pragmatic solution: revived guys should look hot and ‘real’, sexually appealing, and this means bulging muscles. On the other hand, there is a great popular phobia of barbaric men returning and putting everything on fire. Firearms are now found only in museums, so brute force can be efficient. Polymerix inc had big experience in making intelligent polymeric materials, solution was found quite fast, the application of technologies required huge investment and effort, yet finally they started producing fine, natural looking, inflatable bodies. Muscles looked awesome but beating someone with your blow-up fist would be very problematic. While deflated, we are in a state close to sleep. This allows easy storage and shipment. As a powerful precaution, they have hardcoded some reflexes. If a women asks, orders, or even hints that she wants you to deflate, it is very difficult to resist, and it is a great pleasure to do lady a favor and pull your plug open. Some of us really hate this feature, as for me, I like it. Not only because it feels fucking awesome, deflating when you don’t expect it, and even if you expect, means putting yourself at risk and fully at mercy of some other person. I find it a thrilling experience, but of course, one day I can get into a real trouble.
By the way, mass production allowed a big drop in costs, so Polymerix offered a revival at high, but not astronomic prices, so they produced female bodies too. Not that many, yet I met inflatable women they exist and are pretty.
Well, returning to our situation. Guys (Juan and Lucas) have been employed by Polymerix for more than two years now and clearly demonstrated how the way of life deforms personality - they have given up and did a big step towards becoming joyous living sex dolls mentally, not only physically. That was both sad and scary. How much time do I have, before this will happen to me? And if resistance is futile, why resist? Guys seem to be happy with this.
“Look, Bruce, you are in depression, I understand... ”, Juan made a pause, listening to steps in the hall, “Next girl is yours. You need it, bro”
She entered room, “Hi boys, my name is Sunny”. That was quite uncommon, clients rarely bothered introducing themselves. Sunny is quite plump girl, taller than average, that day she had white dress with fairly short skirt that revealed a lot of legs and hips partly, quite visible roundness at her sides, decent cleavage. Cute nose, and sensual lips, fair-red curlies. This picture fit my tastes, though, Lucas would consider her ‘big’, his ideal is in the opposite: he likes petite girls. And Juan has some prejudice against red hair. Anyway, choice was hers.
I didn’t have any good exprompt: “Hi, Sunny, I’m Bruce, these boys are Juan and Lucas, how can we help?”
I noted a playful sparkle in her eyes, she said, “Oh, my knight, he should be able to carry me in his hands...”
I made a step forward, accepting challenge, “Everything for your smile”, And thought silently, “What the hell I’m doing, is it possible at all?”. Strange feeling engulfed me, somehow I knew, that a lot is at stake.
Sunny just nodded, put her hands on my shoulders. With one my arm under her knees and another around waist, I tried - it was easy to lift her, but difficult not to fall immediately after. My legs and torso got visibly wider due to extra pressure, but that wasn’t a problem. She just weighed more by two orders of magnitude and that complicated balancing.
“Good, now how many steps before we topple?”, she was amused and excited.
I did a step, another one, almost fell backwards, but remained on my feet. Then three steps more, struggling to keep balance again.
When I was about to move further, Sunny greeted me, “Wow, its a record! I’m really impressed. I think, for the rest of the way home, we’ll switch - I’ll be carrying you” Her left hand quickly descended from my shoulder to the small of my back, next moment she gave my valve a little tug and my inflation plug have shot out, releasing woosh of air.
With a girl in my hands I deflated really quickly, but somehow, I managed to keep standing, Sunny descended to the floor smoothly onto my hissing body, when I was about to collapse, she caught my head gently and planted a kiss into my lips.
***
Where was I? Sunny has chosen me as her knight, no sword and other medieval stuff, by the way all the weapons are outlawed nowadays. I just had to carry her in my hands for quite a short distance. This looks trivial, but for anyone with my present anatomy it is a real challenge.
Anyway, we then went to her home. Or, strictly speaking, she was driving and I was tightly folded and packed in the glove compartment. Being deflated is a thrilling and sensual experience and it always ended harmlessly for me. But still it is a sort of the Russian roulette. Deflated one doesn’t know where he will be inflated, when or even worse: this can never happen at all. Mind is just turned off for all the time until inflation. We are in fact two-dimensional creatures, multiploy - the ‘living skin’ is all in one: neural net, skeletal and muscle system, transport for chemicals and so on. Unfortunately it only performs when stretched to a certain degree. This is more or less common feature of all the intelligent materials. So, the deflated is totally out of control. He can be stored for several years, delivery system may fail and send package to a wrong shelf, some disaster can happen. Last but not least, there are Redeemer freaks - religious fanatics, who regard inflatable bodies as ungodly creations and prisons for souls of long dead people, bound to serve Polymerix inc. instead of enjoying afterlife in the paradise. They may have a point about slavery, but I wholeheartedly dislike their method of stealing and burning deflated guys. So far I was lucky otherwise I wouldn’t be telling this story to you.
Time between deflation and inflation doesn’t exist for me, moment before I felt air squeezed out of me by Sunny, and eyewink later I was spread on a blanket, air flowing into the valve in my back. At first I was unable to stand up and look around, but thats normal, I looked idly at flowers painted on the surface of the bed. My body slowly unfolded and expanded, sliding over silky blanket cover. It felt decent as always, I like to drink all the sensations.
As I was restoring my shape, I turned, bearing on my still infirm hands and had an opportunity to look around and say hi to Sunny. We were in the bedroom lit by hidden lamps, everything is white, light-pink, halftones of gold and green. Room was empty besides, bed, me, Sunny and my box. Girl wore a crimson corset with silvery flowers, it accentuated her shape, I made an effort to look into her eyes instead of gorgeously pushed up bust, but no eye contact: she stared down - I was near capacity, inflation spread to my muscles, relief of pecs and six packs, shoulders, and my fun part - he started to gain in height. I was naked so Sunny had a perfect sight. Well, thats why they always overinflate us.
She has broken silence: “Hi there, just say when it is enough”
“I’m beyond normal size, but easily can handle a bit more pumping, if you wish”.
Sunny just nodded and continued with inflation, soon muscles couldn’t accept extra air, so the rest went into making me rounder - belly, butt so on. At last, she turned the compressor off and jumped on the bed next to me.
We kissed, why waste any precious time, right? She yanked the hose out of my valve, and shutted the plug. Things got hotter quickly, I kissed her neck and helped her to descend onto pillows, my hands were caressing her back, going further - pulling her panties down gently, then I dove under tiny skirt of the corset and gave her an appetizer with my tongue.
Sunny turned to be a flammable girl, she has almost thrown me up in the air, arching her back.
We then went to classics, when she came, we switched and I got her from behind. And couple ecstasis later she jumped upon me. Damn corset was still on, I could just free her breasts from it - I fondled them, as she bounced on me. Bouncing quite literally - when I’m tightly inflated it saves effort for a rider girl. Finally she came, sweat drops were falling from her forehead. She descended on me and we kissed, quite expectedly, her arm went behind me and I felt her nail hooking my plug.
“Is thats all, my lovely princess?” - I said. Not that I regret, I got used to inflate-have sex-deflate treatment.
Suddenly Sunny shutted my plug and hissing stopped. Wow, that was something new. I got tuned to derive all possible pleasure from deflation - my favorite pose, when girl presses air out of your head with her boobs, and now fun stopped.
She explained: “That’s strange, but I just want to talk”
“So nice of you, I’m pleased that someone still regards me as a human”
Sunny unmounted and lied on the bed next to me: “I’m a total jerk, I have no friends to speak of, boring studies and then, when I’ll get graduation - life contract for an equally boring job. Thats why I squandered lots of money from education grant to rent a blowup guy. Just to talk about my miserable life”
“Things are not always that bad, as they look. Find a hobby, new friends, that education - what are you studying? Can you quit and chose some other field? As to people and job, I have same situation. My coworkers are dumb, clients seldom talk to me, and I have few chances to meet anyone else”
“Well, computer decided I have great potential talents in engineering, YeeHao&Kleiner offered me a huge offer - they pay for education and guarantee employment. Now I can’t quit. I’ll have huge debt, if I do. Hobbies? I know a group at the university - they grow exotic chimeric plants, I think its even more boring than studies”
“Did you think about, well, chess or poker, parachute jumping?”
“Nobody plays chess today, computers beat humans easily - so anyone with aid of a computer can defeat you. Chess is kind of anachronism. As to parachute - few agree to discard their medical insurance”
“So you are pretty much limited to pointless and harmless things like origami or poetry? If so, you are not jerk, the rest of the world is” - I said sincerely. - “This kind of world, with no dangers and no challenges, no spaceships and such stuff, this was not the future we were dreaming about in the XXI century. Before that day, I thought everyone is content with situation”
“True. I think you indeed understand me. It is so unfair, that I have to send you back so soon.”
“Indeed this is unfair, If I could quit, I’d be with you. Well, probably I’m too fast, yet you are the first person to understand”
Sunny asked: “How comes you can not quit?”
“I have a huge loan from Polymerix, if I quit - I need fifty five millions or they take my body back”
“What do you mean?”
“They’ll take another stored branched mind and put him instead of me into this body”
“So, they will kill you?” - Girl was astounded by the picture of corporate slavery, as if she hadn’t huge education debt.
“In terms of law, no. They will copy present state of my mind into the storage before overwriting it. I’m sorry but this situation can not be helped.”
For a short time girl was frustrated, then sparkle glowed in her eyes - “Wait for me, I’ll be back in a minute”
She raced away, leaving me, still naked, on her bed. I had some time to sum everything. Now when I found a kindred soul, I felt even more miserable - bound by Polymerix contract, I had no hope. Of course she could pay a ransom to Company from time to time. Hardly she earns enough to do so more than once per month.
Sunny returned, her left boob was still out of corset and jumped, as girl ran : “I’ve just done the craziest thing in my life” - She exclaimed - “now we have a week!”