The morning sun lingered in the clouds and a gentle wind made Andrey and Tim shiver on their way to their sunbeds after swimming.
The beach was effectively deserted at this hour. The entire place looked serene and calm.
Tim said: "I really regret waking up this early."
Andrey: "But now there’s no crowd. The beach is effectively reserved for the hotel guests like us and the local residents.  The water is clean and free of any garbage - it’s so crystal clear that I can see the fishes and crabs on the bottom. In a half an hour the public parking lots will open up and then you’ll have all the families with screaming kids swarming in over the dunes."
Tim: "Yea, but no crowds means no gals in bikinis. They’ll all be asleep ‘till eleven after clubbing last night. Only nerds like us who skipped the late night partying could be awake and well rested enough to be out here this early... alone, as usual."
 They got to the towels and quickly dried themselves.
 Andrey continued to defend his point: "Those club parties are a stupid waste of time, I’ve gone to four of them so far this trip. Yea, I danced with a lot of chicks, but they all either have boyfriends or parents here."
 Tim said with bitterness in his voice: "That’s because they see us as such nerds. Didn’t you stop to wonder why these supposed boyfriends aren’t at the clubs dancing with them in the first place? Or why they let them go out alone to dance with other guys in the second place? And then in the third place, why is the fact that they have boyfriends always brought up in conversation just in time to give them a polite excuse to not hang around with us anymore once they get off the dance floor?"
 Andrey nodded: "Ok, you have a point, or three to be exact. But didn’t you say that all the babes should still be asleep?"
 Tim traced Andrey’s line of sight and noticed two ladies walking by the line of wet sand. Even from the distance it was clear they were gorgeous. Tim whistled. One of the girls noticed him, said something to her friend and gestured in the direction of boys. Both girls headed quickly to Andrey and Tim. The boys had a little time to admire the advancing eye candy. The bombshells approaching them both had very long hair of two different kinds of luscious blond: red gold and white gold. They  both had beautiful faces, long shapely legs, and killer curves. As they got closer, the boys noticed they were both were wearing minimalistic bikinis that didn't look like they were made of fabric sturdy enough to actually be swimwear, but closer to delicate erotic lingerie. As if this was not enough, certain body parts swayed and bounced in almost impossibly idealized ways as they walked. Needless to say, it was more than enough to impress these schoolboys.
 In a hesitant, nervous tone, the pale blonde made their introduction in english "Hello. My name is Michelle and this is my friend Jennifer."
 Andrey was the first to regain command over himself, while Tim was still looking at Jennifer like a bird hypnotized by a snake. Fortunately, his english was slightly better than his friend's: "I'm Andrey and my frien Timophey. We are holidays here. It is a pleasure to meet you" - he stressed the word pleasure a bit.
 The girls gave a simultaneous sigh of relief and Jennifer exclaimed “Oh thank heavens you speak English!”
The relief, however, was short lived. Michelle’s shifting stance and sidelong glances back the way they came indicated she was apparently still worried. Despite their very frivolous dressing, the girls didn't look like idlers enjoying a pleasant walk on the beach. She asked: "What time is it? Do you mind our company?"
 Tim said, spreading a towel on another sunbed: "Of course not, you are welcome... time. It is twenty past seven, I think."
 Jennifer's face darkened: "Shit. We probably have less than two hours..." The girls looked at each other and nodded.
 Michelle said: "Look. We are in trouble.  Quite desperate actually. We would rather not drag you guys into that, but we have no friends here so we have to beg strangers for help."
 Jenn continued: "We have been captives of the vile Philip Von Witcz for the past year."
 Michelle: "The old bastard turned us into his living sextoys. And last night he was planning on disposing of us."
 Jenn: "So instead we made our escape... well, I think we are going too fast here. Michelle, I think we will have to show them."
 The girls turned their backs and swept aside their long luscious tresses, allowing for a better view of their backsides. Jenn said: "A year ago I would dismissed this as impossible nonsense. So I don't expect you to believe us without a solid proof. Do you see this little thing in the small of my back? Michelle has the same thing."
 Tim leaned closer to Michelle, while Andrey examined Jenn's back, though he had trouble keeping his focus from wandering further down to her shapely rear. Finally Tim expressed what both had in mind: "This looks like an inflation valve you have stuck on your back. Weird to say the least, I see no signs of glue or sticky tape." Tim touched the plug gently. Michelle quickly turned to him: "No, don't pull it!"
 
 Andrey asked with disbelief: "Wait, do you mean these are real ... that you are both somehow inflatable?"
Jennifer approached him and sat on his lap: "Do you believe us now?"
Andrey was astonished: "Oh my. You are weightless! So this is true! How can it be?"
Jennifer continued: "Well, you see, it turns out Philip is a mage, and a very powerful one. He did this to us. I don't know how exactly. I think, he poured some elixir in our cocktails the night we first met him. During the first month of our captivity we protested and resisted and retained some hope. Being a paranoid bastard, Philip always deflated us after ... well, using us."
Michelle went on: "Then we pretended that we were actually growing to like being his dolls. Eventually, he gave us a little more liberty. He let us walk freely in his château. A couple of times he even took us with him to various events in the magician circles."
Jenn took her turn: "In April we moved here, to his mansion here in Bulgaria. By that time we got quite used to our role. But then one day we found his graveyard. I managed to sneak a peek at the passcode on a security door. On the next night he fell asleep before deflating me, so I got into his secret room. Besides the shelves full of ancient tomes we found a niche in the wall. There were dozens of little chests: every chest had a photo of two or three indecently dressed beautiful women signed with something like 'in the lovely memory of Ann and Alice'. All the chests were filled with thin rubbery skin-colored scraps. On one of the photos I saw a pair of women, one of african and one of european descent. The scraps in that chest were a mix of brown and peach colored ones..."
The boys were shocked: "So he kills his women!?" - asked Andrey.
Michelle nodded: "Yes. He burst our predecessors. We barely escaped the very same fate last night."
Jenn added: "We had the advantage of knowing what was coming.Three days ago he led us to the balcony to make some photos, that was not usual, but the poses he had us strike  ominously resembled the photos we had seen in the graveyard. I wanted to cry bitterly, but had to play the clueless and sheepish inflatable bimbo. But we knew we had run out of time and that we had to find a way to escape, having nothing left to lose."
Michelle continued: "About five hours ago we woke up while being inflated simultaneously by two air compressors ... it was pitch dark outside and Philip was quite drunk. In the dim lights we were slowly growing beyond our normal capacities..."
Tim interrupted her thriller story: "But how did you manage to flee?"
"Oh this is not a story for kid's ears" - Michelle grinned.
"Common, tell them Michelle" - said Jennifer.
She said: "OK I'm just kidding. well while still inflating, Jenn and I undressed our evil baron and I lulled him into sleep" - she rolled her eyes and laughed - "By making him a boobjob."
"What?" - Andrey rose his brows.
Michelle teased: "I'll tell you boys when you grow up."
"She rubbed his member between her inflating tits to make him cum. After climax he usually gets a bit sleepy, and Michelle is kinda gifted in that area." - Jennifer clarified. The boys smiled and blushed.
Jenn held a pause and continued: "Good. I hope you enjoyed seeing that scene in your heads ... for us it wasn’t much fun. Philip didn't fall asleep immediately. For the longest five minutes of my life we didn't dare make the tiniest move while we continued to inflate dangerously full. Only when he started to snore did we dare shut down those pumps. By that time we were all quite big and round. Really close to our bursting points, I think. I hope to never find out what my limits actually are, but every bit of my skin cried for mercy from all the pressure and distention. Thank God we survived this and stayed one piece. Once we deflated ourselves to normal, we rushed to Philip's secret room. He hadn't changed the passcode, so we took some scraps from the graveyard, a small portion from every chest that held pieces with similar coloration to our skin tones so that the shortage wouldn’t be obvious. Then we returned to the bedroom and scattered the scraps over the floor, the bed, and even Philip himself, We even threw our panties and bras in the mess and turned the compressors back on again, and then we fled. We haven't any money. Even our original dresses were locked away. Then again, Philip would have noticed if any of the personal items we had when we were captured went missing. We just took these items of underwear from the wardrobe, his stock of sexy lingerie is huge and we doubted a few missing articles would get noticed."
Michelle went on with the story: "The main gate is guarded and there is a tall fence around the mansion. We went up to the fourth floor to the gallery. The wall is close enough to the building there, so we jumped out of the window and glided just over the pointy tips on the fence. Being inflatable can sometimes have some unexpected advantages. We made our way down to the beach and the rest of the night we ran to get as far away from his lair as possible while Philip still sleeps."
"Do you think he will chase you? He might be fooled by all the mess you left." - Andrey asked.
Jennifer said: "Yes and no. He can sense our presence and probably other people too, especially if he’s familiar with you. This is some kind of telepathic radar. I doubt that he can read one's thoughts, at least if you don't speak your thoughts boldly within your head then I don’t think he would be able to read them. I don't know how far can he sense ... his estate in France is vast. And he was able to feel our presence, as well as his servants almost mile away. Still, I think distance is a limiting factor. Mages prefer to talk to each other telepathically when they are close enough. But to communicate with someone in the other city he used mundane cell phones, Skype, or email."
Andrey  said: "Now you are miles away from his mansion. Isn't it far enough?"
Jennifer shrugged: "I don't know. We are tired from all the walking already. We have no money, no papers. We don't know the language... but,.. there is one way we know of to hide from Philip's all-seeing eye. Once upon a time he forgot where he left deflated Michelle. For a week I was pulling both our duties alone until he found her on the bottom of the pool. I assume the sleeping consciousness of a deflated person is stealthy. And that's actually what we have in mind"
"Sorry, what?" - asked Tim.

"To ask you to deflate and hide us, silly. You are not locals, am I right? It would be very gallant of you to take us as far away from here as possible. Like another country. We wouldn't occupy much room in your luggage" - Michelle winked.
"Well" - Andrey said, turning a questioning glance to Tim who nodded  his support- "We shall help you of course. We are from Russia, as I said. We're here on holidays, and I think we can arrange taking you with us ... Sorry, I just can't imagine,... can’t comprehend this deflation stuff you’re talking about. How a living, talking, beautiful woman can be reduced into a flat piece of rubber or whatever."
Michelle smiled - "I understand that our story sounds like a crazy one. Even after living it for twelve months now, it still seems surreal to us as well. Well, I guess the best way to convince you would be to just show you. Lets have one of us deflate for you now. I'd volunteer. And Jennifer can join me shortly afterwards, once she finishes answering any of your questions. By the way, if we’re going to do this, then we should do it quickly. People are starting to filter onto the beach already."

"Ah. Michelle just likes it too much. I do too, by the way" - said Jennifer. Michelle sat on the sunbed next to Tim as Jennifer landed by Andrey's side. The girls moved their hair aside in an invitation to the boys. As Tim touched the plug of Michelle's valve, the girl couldn't suppress arching her back and letting out a moan. Tim blushed deep red.
"Sorry,  it is a bit ... sensitive" - said Michelle - "I was somewhat overcome by the sensation. Go on, pull it. I can't wait to be deflated, handsome."
Her words only deepened his hesitation.
"How cute" - said Jennifer - "Andrey, are you bolder than your friend?"
He touched Jenn's back and reached for the valve sunken in her pneumatic flesh. This way it wouldn't open by accident. Andrey pulled the valve into exposed position.
Jennifer encouraged him: "You are doing a great job ... teasing me. Aaahh" - her moan was deafened by loud hissing, as Andrey has pulled the plug.
"Yesss. Michelle tell the boys, ah" - apparently she was having trouble concentrating on anything except her deflation. Unlike vinyl pool toys or swimming aids, she deflated rather fast: visibly shrinking, getting shorter. Her breasts diminished by couple cup sizes in mere seconds, making her bra loose. Her butt lost its roundness. Not only were her curves affected, which  of course was to be expected, but without sufficient pressure Jenn's skin lost its tautness. She sagged against Andrey's chest, his support being all that kept her from sliding down any further. Finding comfort In his embrace,  Jennifer gasped in a barely audible whisper: "Now I'm totally in your hands, boy".
Andrey stroked her luscious mane gently: "sweet dreams,  babe. I'll take care of you."
Michelle turned back to Tim while her friend still hissed: "I'll be brief. It will be safer for us all if you boys, keep us folded in your lockers for a while. I’m sorry we had to drag you into this dangerous affair. I hope you understand, we didn't have much choice. Once you decide it's time for us to return to three dimensions, just blow us up. A hand pump can handle the job, I think. And don't tell anyone, please. As far as the rest of the world is concerned we have been missing long enough to be written off as dead. You are the only hope we have, and we have to trust ourselves with you... by the way, Andrey, you can press the remaining air out faster if you fold her."
Tim said: "I'm going to deflate you, but I'll never let you down."
She smiled to his rather plain pun: "Thank you" - Michelle took his hand - "And I'm happy to have such a solid guy around... Well, do you have any more urgent questions?"
Tim looked at the Andrey, who was busy pressing traces of air out of the Jenn, she was now indistinguishable from a highly realistic sex doll. Andrey just shrugged.
"Good. Now it's time for us two to have our fun, am I right, Tim?" - Michelle led his hand to her back - "Did I mention, that I find your shyness kinda appealing?"
This time Tim was bolder and uncorked the pale blonde.
"Oh. So fast. Woah! Oh yesss!" - Michelle hissed, obviously enjoying the process no less than Jennifer did a few minutes ago. Her bosom shrank quickly in front of the boys. Michelle choose to flop, even before deflation drained her ability to sit upright: she placed her head on the Tim's lap.
"Hope to see you soon, handsome" - Michelle murmured.
"It's the first time I actually want to return from holiday ahead of time..." - he said.
"Oh, why?" - Michelle raised one eyebrow inquisitively.
"Because we'd be far away from Philip faster ... and I kinda like how you look inflated."
"That's the smartest compliment I ever got. By the way, you can safely inflate us in the late hours of night, when the baron sleeps. His schedule is very predictable."  
Michelle soon went flat smiling widely. The deflating pleasures of her pneumatic flesh was one of the reasons of her happiness.  Tim was the second. It was quite an unexpected twist of fate that placed her, a knockout sexy adult woman, under the complete control of this awkward and bashful teenage boy ... who happened to be so nice to her.
They say, you never have a second chance to make the first impression. And Tim used the first chance very well.

Ten minutes later Andrey and Tim were walking to the hotel building having hidden their folded up new charges in their beach towels, while the first of the beach-crowd avantguard were already rushing in the opposite direction.
“Do you think, they feel comfortable like that?” - Tim asked.
Jennifer and Michelle were tightly folded and squeezed into an opaque plastic handbag carried by Timophey. Boys just didn’t have at hand anything bigger for that purpose.
Andrey answered: "I recall, Michelle referred the deflated state as a sleep of mind. Most likely they do not feel anything. They are rubbing each other down there, of course" - he smiled - "But I don't think they mind, girls are kinda more open to that... I mean if I was inflatable like they are, I'd rather have a separate personal box, or shared it with a blow up woman. Not man." Both chuckled.
Tim looked down into the bag and touched Michelle,  or was it Jen?
"Can't wait for tonight,  eh?" - Andrey pinched.
"No. Just to make sure they do exist indeed. You see, in the less than hour these two beauties have broken my world entirely. I know we can be in great danger if that Philip will start to seriously seek them. But I'm not scared. I fear one thing now: that I shall soon wake up and realize she was merely a beautiful dream."
"She? Michelle I suppose? Oh, don't say you are in love already. Though I understand, when I think of Jennifer ..." - said Andrey.
"Maybe that’s love. I don't know. Just if she doesn't exist outside my sick mind, I don't know what I'll do."
"Get really drunk? Heck, if Jen is not real I'll join you in that. She is single most beautiful girl I ever saw in my life, tv and my erotic dreams too. By the way, with her there is no need for condoms." - attitude of Andrey was less poetical.
Tim said: "Wait, she can't be single most beautiful. There is Michelle."
"Okay friend, Michelle is the only equal one. Our two blow up goddesses." - probably Andrey said a bit too loud, so a company of three girls headed to the beach giggled. Andrey blushed deeply.
"Well. Well as soon as the next party, everyone will hear about blow up goddesses,  exaggerated and enriched with details."
"Fine, I shut up already" - said Andrey - " By the way, I see ahead Vadim with his Yana, as always."
 Andrey and Tim were not alone on their holidays, actually. Vadim and his Uncle Victor accompanied them. Or vice versa: Andrey and Tim went there with their friend's uncle, who was the only adult person in the group. Not much older than his nephew, Victor was a younger brother of Vadim's father. He spent days parasailing and diving, evenings - in the bar, thus their suite was totally at his nephew's disposal. Which was quite handy, because Vadim started to flirt with Yana from the day one, and on the day two they found a good use of his room.
Needless to say, both Andrey and Tim envied his luck. Until this morning: Yana was clearly beyond the comparison with inflatable blondes. Not that she was ugly, of course. Yana had nice red ponytails, cute freckles on the white skin - she had to use lots of sun protection oils. She had a slim figure and was actually pretty, having enough charm to get a boyfriend easily.
They exchanged a few phrases on the go.
"Hi, boys, are you leaving? So early?" - tweeted Yana.
"We are heading for the breakfast," - said Andrey."
"We are here since six AM." - added Tim.
Vadim and Yana just exchanged glances and shrugged.
"So are you going back after the breakfast, we can keep beds for you" - offered Vadim.
"Yes. We'll return quite soon." - Andrey said this over his shoulder...

First of all, boys went to their suite to hide Jen and Michelle in the luggage,  among the clothes. Well, before they actually did so, they couldn't refrain from unwrapping the deflated beauties. Even flat, crumpled, and lifeless two damsels in distress maintained undeniable appeal. Tim even kissed the sleeping Michelle.
Boys then ate some toasts and pancakes, drank coffee and returned to the beach.

 By 9 AM all the good places near sea shore, and even all the moderately bad ones were occupied. That wasn't a surprise, of course.  
Andrey and Tim went seeking their friends and the promised sunbeds, that Yana offered to reserve for them.
As they wandered, Tim continued some discussion that started before : "I can take her out of the luggage before my mum ever gets her hands on it. Yet this leaves the main problem: no safe place to inflate her. Actually here we'll have more freedom: three hours every night."
"Thats true" - Andrey looked down at the pebbles under his feet - "Now I really regret that parents sold our small cottage. I hated my farming duty, harvesting the potatoes, cleansing these bugs and weed. I got a PSP from the proceeds of the sale ... now I realize, I've lost a perfect place for the weekend parties."
"We'll figure something. We have a garage, in summer it should be warm enough at nights. I just need an excuse to go there often. Maybe for doing chemical experiments. I know it is bullshit, yet my parents probably don't. Well, I can just take the keys and lie something about friend's all night birthday party." - said Tim. He looked around and noticed Vadim and Yana.
There were two vacant beds near them, marked as occupied with towels and garments. However upon closer inspection boys noticed that those two dresses clearly didn't belong to Yana.
"Hi guys" - Vadim waved to them.
Yana shown her pretty red head from the shadow casted by an umbrella: "I'm so sorry boys, I couldn't defend your beds, you ought eat faster... my friends came here and I thought you have found beds elsewhere, by the way, here they are" - she pointed in the direction of the shore, where two girls just emerged from the sea spume. With a little bit of imagination they could be Venuses ... painted by the Rubens.

To be continued.