This story is a second part of the story. First is really worth reading. Of course, if you are fine with erotic themes.




I lose track of time when deflated. Five minutes break or five years of oblivion   - I can't tell them apart. That morning it was different. As usual, I felt air flowing into my valve, realized that I'm being inflated, recalled all the joy and pain of the evening with Tony, the forbidden feeling of love, sincere affection instead of the fake one, that we are programmed to play for our clients. I wanted to stay with Tony forever and nevertheless I knew it is impossible. I freed from the prison cell that held my artificial mind, learned to defy the rules yet with the freedom came the pain, my body was bound to the company. It was an asset manufactured to deliver pleasure to customers and return on investment to company. Regardless of my petty whims, my body would start to leak air and completely deflate in two hours...
I opened my eyes to see Tony's face in the dim light of the early morning, sight of my loved one swept all the misery I felt. I rose on the sofa, hugged and kissed him. I was around the normal size but compressor continued to hum, inflating my bosom pressed against his handsome chest. He caressed my neck and ears with his tongue, pushed me back on the blanket and licked all the way down to my sensitive nipples, sucked them obviously enjoying the way my tits stretched and grew inside his mouth.
A few eternities of bliss later he switched the compressor off, by that moment I was huge, with each breast matching the size of his head. His right hand reached under my hip and yanked the hose out of my valve, I lost some air while he was trying to plug me kissing my tummy simultaneously.
I knew men do it, but never expected to experience it myself ... he pushed my inflated hips apart and slid his tongue into my pussy. Can't express how wonderful it was, I came at least twice.
I returned the favor with the best of blow jobs I could do, once he reached climax, I hopped upon him and rode a wild ride on his shaft.

We lied on the stained blanket in each others embrace, satiated and tired after sexual sprint. His hand traveled a way down over my back to my inflation valve. I was ready to be deflated, Tony might want to save my remaining time with him. After all, we are made for the cycle of inflation, sex and deflation... but I wanted to talk to him, hear his voice: "Tony, are you done already?" - I tried to say it calmly, but a shadow of sorrow and grievance in my voice betrayed me.
"Actually, not yet." - he said, - "I need to do something to you... if you don't object, well, I want to take a tiny sample of your skin. So, I'm sort of asking if you agree to that" - His voice lacked confidence.
"Why?" - I was puzzled.
"I want to reverse engineer the process, the way they restore your skin. I'm going to examine your skin with a microscope and take the tiniest slice of it to find what kind of chemical is used as expendable fuel. I'm working in a chemical lab, we make flavours for food industry... I have a degree in organic chemistry, by the way."
I couldn't believe my ears, of course part of my mind yelled in protest against huge violation of the intellectual rights of the Polymerix. I overcame that, every hint of a chance of staying with Tony was a joy. Nevertheless I realized, that his plan is borderline impossible. But I didn't want to discourage him: "You can do anything to me, my love."
"Oh I'll be very careful. But I have to hurry. My colleagues usually come at eleven.  I have to be at the lab at eight, as I don't want to answer some question, they might ask."
"Are we going there right now? Well, I think you'd better deflate me right now to save my remaining time..."
Tony did so eagerly: he reached under my hip and unplugged me, hissing of the escaping air followed. I pulled him closer, he kissed me in the lips and dug his head in between my shrinking breasts. That was cute ... his weight accelerated my deflation, so I lost my shape and definition quickly, my consciousness slipped into the great void.


I like that. The unbeing between deflation and inflation is actually a good thing... Well, my dear flesh and bone reader, imagine yourself trapped in a paralyzed body, without any senses: vision, hearing, tactile sense. Even more, you don't know how long would last such a condition, or will it ever end. Scary,  isn't it? Now I'm mentally closer to human rather than robot, I was a while ago. So I'd feel pretty much the same as you would do.
When Tony inflated me again, evening twilight replaced it's morning twin. I skipped all the day. Tony sat on the bed, stroking my hair, he looked tired and frustrated. Even the sight of my bosom inflating above normal, didn't change his mood. Though, what is normal in my case? Tony usually makes me huge and when we plan to go out together, he limits me to just plain busty. I have to fit into the dress and we don't want too much attention.
I touched his shoulder and leaned closer to him: "What's wrong, honey?"
"I did some research... hope  your left ankle is not hurt, for I took samples there. It seems to leak air now, I ought be more gentle, sorry."
I hovered my hand over there and felt a tiny jet of escaping air. "It doesn't hurt, my love, as to the leak - no big deal. Soon, I'll be leaking a lot faster. Did you find anything?"
He turned the compressor off, "Not much. It appears, that your skin is made of tiny microfibers, twisted and entangled in a crazy way. The space between them is filled with a kind of paste. I concluded that it is the expendable component x. I don't know the exact chemical formula. It consists of a polymer of a very high molecular weight, thats a long hydrocarbon chain with modifications. I think, reverse engineering this is beyond possible ..." - Tony stopped abruptly in the middle.
"Impossible, but?"
He nodded: "Yes, I think they aren't synthesizing that stuff either. It would be expensive, but that's not everything. The polymer itself is solid at the normal temperatures and quite sturdy, it can stretch, but easily resumes it's original shape. So they can't fill the pores in you skin with it. I think, the synthesis goes in place and the components are solved. Possibly shorter monomers are fused together in a catalytic reaction. And the fiber skeleton's surface has the proper catalyst... am I'm getting boring?
"Oh not at all, I'm Alice. We are made for the geeks." - I smiled - "actually, you may be right. I never saw the restoration pools, so I can not be hundred percent sure, but the staff always refer that facility as 'the pools'. I saw dolls taken to the room right after the bath, they are brought deflated and wet, soaked with some kind of viscous goo. Then they inflate us and let us stay for a while. Dolls usually chat and gossip, enjoying their precious free time. The gel slowly disappears, as the process goes, water, or something looking like water is a byproduct. Floor is always wet there."
"Thats very interesting, go on, tell me everything you remember. How does this gel look like, is there any smell? Is there any name for it, may be people from staff referred somehow?"
"I didn't hear any names for this substance, they called it the gel. It is  semitransparent white, there is a smell, but nothing comes up for a comparison, I think it smells chemically, like a drug. The process, well, usually several deflated dolls covered with the gel are taken through the door. They quickly inflate them, there are many compressors in the drying room, so dolls can be inflated simultaneously rather than one by one. I really think, time is critical in the process - their actions seem to be drilled for the ultimate perfection. Often, in the first minute after the inflation tiny air bubbles appear in the gel, this looks like air is still leaking through the skin, though the pores are sealed quickly. In the next twenty minutes the gel gets absorbed. Sometimes girls or boys from staff come and deflate us right after that. But usually we enjoy some idle time, an hour or two."
Tony was digesting the new information, not that I said very much, but the problem moved from impossible to challenging. Finally he asked: "Is this drying the only time you are awake, except when you are on calls? How do you think, can you smuggle a bit of that cocktail, without it making contact with your skin and air?
"For the first question, no, actually we often get inflated once more, time varies as well. Usually it is enough to play a few games of poker. Though new  players are  brought in, while old ones go out. On average there we have two hours of rest before missions. Besides cards, there are tv, books and magazines, also robotic maintenance stuff like data exchange connectors for those who need to catch up with the latest updates or news. I don't remember anything like vial or hermetic container in the chill out rooms. Anyway,  gel is gone by the time we get there. If I had a container, I think, that would be possible to collect some gel at the drying room and hopefully take it out of the building, I have a couple of such smuggler stashes in my body. But ..."
My words made him sneer. Tony asked: "But what? Is this risky?
"Sure it is. I think, we get thoroughly cleaned between missions. They'll find the container. And even if they won't, someone else can order me before you do and, I hate the thought of it, but other client can find whatever I hide during sex."
This made Tony ponder in silence for a few minutes. I kept silence too.
Finally he looked up to my eyes: "Alice, what if you had a container or capsule thin enough to slip into your nozzle?"
"Actually, I didn't thought about that, it may work - I'm sure they aren't checking my insides, but it raises another problem: how can I extract it? There is nobody to help me and I can't risk deflating, trying to pinch and pull out the capsule."
"So this should be done quickly. I can tie a capsule with a thin string and leave the other end outside, or tie to the nozzle, but that can be noticed..."
Now when my salvation beaconed ahead, I didn't want to give without trying: "Indeed. String is not an option, though I think I can handle that. Or at least try too. We can do some training attempts now to find if it is possible in combat situation. Well, I have some tactile sensitivity on the inner side of my skin. And with some luck I can try and make the capsule inside me to roll closer to the valve. Then the jet of air can drag it outside. Hopefully, but I can't be sure that would work, until I try."
He went to the drawer and shuffled bottles in what seemed to be medicine kit. A minute later Tony returned, holding a red pill between his fingers, he split it into two halves and discarded the contained medicine: some kind of white powder. He closed the pill again and handed it to me: "Sorry, Neo, no blue pill this time."
 I didn't watch the movie he referenced, but smiled to his pun anyway. I took the pill and examined the piece of smooth red plastic. I expressed my concerns: "It's slim enough, but it would stuck inside if turns athwart. I need practice with it... do you mind? I mean, my time is running out, you may have other plans for the remaining hour." - I bobbed my head and looked in his eyes to trace the direction of his sight, while squeezing my breasts with my hands.
Tony bit his lip and said: "I want to make  love, honey, can't express how much i want, but we must finish the business first. Let it be our motivation to do it as quickly as possible."
He was right, of course. I didn't waste any more time: I pulled my plug with my left hand and pushed the pill inside the nozzle with the right, forcing it against the jet of escaping air. I shut the plug then, a pill was shoved further down the nozzle and fell onto inner surface of my buttcheek, it rolled downwards making a tingling sensation followed by a jolt of pleasure, once it touched my sex from inside. I moved my hips aside letting the pill slide along the sensitive inner skin and couldn't help moaning.

 "Oh Alice, are you alright? Did that hurt? Or... did you ... enjoy it?" - my reaction was a surprise for Tony.
"Ah yes. A bit. Disregard that."
He said: "So, there is one more positive side to the training. Where is the pill now? Do you think you can extract it, without deflating yourself?”
“It has just fallen through my leg into my left foot.” - I said - “I clearly can sense it there, so there is no risk of losing the container.” I threw my left leg upwards in a ballet like move, pill fell back, as expected, though it took some wiggling to make it reach the target, to pass the last centimeters I gave my skin a few pinches and tugs, and bingo! pill finally slipped into the mouth of my valve. I pulled the plug and with a short whooshing sound capsule has been jettisoned just fine. I plugged myself quickly and demonstrated the pill to Tony.
He was impressed: "Excellent! I didn't expect you'll do it so fast on the first try. Your moves might have attracted some suspicions, though. Care to try again?"

I repeated the exercise seven more times. I gained experience, but lost air pressure. After first round my breast lost a cup size, after fourth I was below normal volume. Seventh attempt was relatively unsuccessful, by that moment my skin lost taut and my body started to sag slightly here and there, it messed up the way capsule rolled inside me.
After a few misses I finally managed to reach the goal. I pulled the plug out but then there was  another surprise - capsule stuck in the mouth of my valve, squeezed by contracting plastic, I yanked and tugged the valve anxiously, trying to make the capsule slip through. I continued to deflate slowly, although pill partially blocked the tube, air kept hissing out. I almost gave up, when luck smiled upon me. I was close to collapsing, when I plugged myself.
Tony broke the silence: "You’re doing good, but you better be well-inflated. So there is a question. How big they usually make you after the pools, in the drying room?"
 "Normal size. Definitely smaller, than your preference." - I said.
Tony pondered in silence, then grabbed the compressor and quickly plugged the air tube. "This time I'll be inflating you slower, tell me when your size is normal. We should train in real conditions" - he said.
Of course, he was right. Except that there was no “we”. The only trainee was me and he got to just watch.
A minute later, I reached the proper pressure and said him to stop. Then, I resumed exercises. Three attempts were  successful and fourth failed, once again low pressure was the cause. Tony reinflated me and I tried five more times. Three attempts went smooth, fourth barely succeeded, but I lost some air trying to pinch the pill,  and fifth failed. Tony saved me once again, before I collapsed from deflation.
"Enough training for today" - he said, as he turned the compressor on - " I assume, when you are at normal size,  you have two attempts, that's pretty safe. But you shouldn't even try if you are slightly deflated, if something went wrong from the beginning,  you can leave the pill inside and wait for other opportunities."
"This sounds like a plan." - I nodded - "we have approximately half an hour, how should we use this time?" - I leaned closer to his chest touching him with my inflating bosom.
Tony jumped on me, unleashing the passion that he held under control while I trained. We made wild love nonstop until my body started to show signs of leaking.  He was kind of tired and satiated by that moment. There was a bitter grain mixed in with the pleasure, we both knew that our parting was imminent.
He helped me to slip the empty capsule inside and hooked me to the pump once again, stealing a few precious minutes. With a constant inflow of air I could keep my shape for a bit longer, in the same manner bouncy castles do.
Tony has noticed the change in my mood: “Relax, honey. We’ll be reunited soon and won’t ever have to part again. You practiced a bit and I’m sure you’ll do it all-right in the battlefield. You just bring me the sample and the rest is my job.”
I didn't tell him about the biggest challenge I was going to face. A challenge within my mind, when I return from mission, my memories related to particular client are locked. "I don't want to lose you, Tony." - I said instead. Leaning my weakening, leaking arm on his shoulder.
"You wont.” - he said, supporting back oh my head, as I was about to collapse on the couch from the lack of pressure. We kissed again, my body started to crumple, but his hug pushed some air from my tummy and my chest to my head for the one last time restoring shape of my face and plumpness of my lips.
I went into sleep mode from the lack of power, before deflating completely.

***

I know what happened next, as Tony told me later.
He browsed our website, once he folded me, I guess he was too agitated to fall asleep. Tony has filled the user feedback form and expressed his satisfaction with the doll, confirmed, that doll is intact, deflated, and wished to receive the very same Alice doll next time. This was a pure luck. Tony might have chosen to watch hockey, answer some emails or just look at the huge full moon in the window, before paying a visit to the Morpheus. Then, next time he would receive a different Alice, with my memory uploaded to her. That would be a sad ending to the story, isn't it?
Anyway, he did the very right thing, was it just intuition or fate, I don't know.
In the morning, he sent my folded and packed self back to the Company, before going to his lab. I know, Tony had a busy week but that's a different story. I'd rather tell you mine.

I woke up with the feeling of a gentle airflow inflating me, my body was refreshed and still covered with goo. My nozzle was attached to compressor, which was working at the slow rate. I think, rapid inflation may harm the restoration process. While I was slowly regaining volume, I had some time to look around. I lied on a bench, similar bench was in front of me, near opposite wall. A blonde version of Berta doll sat there, her inflation has already passed further than mine, unlike me she was able to sit upright. Two more dolls beside me just started to inflate, they both belonged to Annette series. Two staff members were busily inflating more and more dolls. One of guys stood in the doorway leading to the restoration pools, I couldn’t see what was going on there, he just picked deflated dolls one by one and tossed them to his companion, who quickly placed them on benches, plugged hoses in their valves, switched a compressor on and proceeded with the next doll. Of course, dolls were covered with a thick goo. Guys had only their swims on, their bare hands and torsos were sticky with the gel from the dolls, I must admit our inflators looked quite handsome.
More and more girls inflated, filling the room with a chorus of hissing sounds. In the meantime, I approached the normal capacity, my skin regained its usual taut and then I felt something inside my left feet. This was odd. Abnormal. How could foreign object ever get inside me? It needs to be extracted ASAP ... opened, filled with the gel and returned inside me.
My internal guard systems cried 'Malfunction'. I couldn’t trace the source of these suspicious instructions. I started filling the request for maintenance, yet stopped abruptly in the middle. I simply couldn’t tell anybody about that. It was a very strong override, trumping everything, including security directives and self-preservation.
However it's source was forgotten. I felt terrible. It was like a wound in my mind, a missing part of me - without it my life was pointless and miserable. Obviously it belonged to some experience from my mission, which I couldn't access, until same client orders me again. I was used to this measure of preservation of clients' privacy and fully accepted it. Until now. I desperately tried to recall something important but I couldn't.
I felt hose yanked out of me, a boy plugged my valve and went to the next doll. "How quick", - I thought - "wish they could handle us in a more delicate way". However, his touch has interrupted my painful introspection. But the mysterious powerful directive didn't vanish, I just succumbed to it and played along blindly. I had to get this container out, yet I had to wait for staff boys to finish inflating us and leave. Then I’ll have a short time window to collect the sample of gel.