... my mind faded out when my head was smothered in her cleavage.
Then I felt the flow of air, unwrapping, stretching, filling me up again. It still amazes me: time between deflation and inflation does not exist for us. Aeons could pass unnoticed in this stasis.

 When I was able to move and look around, I saw a room lit with bright spotlights and two girls: one was a middle aged platinum blonde, wearing formal blouse and skirt and the younger one was a curly redhead dressed in cyan, with a badge stating "Cathie" pinned to her shirt. Cathie was inflating me, holding an air compressor, while blonde was typing something on her laptop.

"Wait, you aren't done yet, don't wiggle" - said Cathie. I complied, stopped turning my head and looked ahead.

The opposite wall was green and a tightly inflated guy, wearing mere snug black swims stood on a small podium. He was posing for a dude with a camera. Photographer had a cyan shirt on, similar to Cathie's. I could only see him from behind, but judging by his round shoulders, arms and ass, he was inflatable. A bulge of cyan fabric over the small of his back resolved all doubts - there were no organic men in this room.

Then I noticed a pile of familiar cardboard boxes in the far corner. A few of them were opened. I figured out that we  were at some kind of sorting station.

Cathie handed me a piece of stretchy black fabric, once I was inflated to capacity and plugged. It happened to be yet another swims, just like the one on the guy posing for the photographer. Not much dignity, though much better than wearing Adam's dress, so I quickly put it on. Cathie gently pushed me towards the stage: "Now, go to Jake. He'll make a small photo set of you."

I didn't ask any questions, Cathie didn't bother to answer anyway, she turned her sexy back to me, and headed to pick the next cardboard from the pile. I followed my instructions and went toward the stage. The previous guy jumped off the podium, bounced from the floor and waved his arms trying to keep balance. Like myself, he wasn't used to the new pneumatic body.

"Aloha." - cameraman greeted me. On his shirt was a badge. His name was indeed Jake.
He explained the situation: "We don't have much time for each of you, guys, so do what I say and try to look sexy. If you screw all your photos, you get stuck at the dusty shelves in the store. Nobody would buy you, if your face on the cover is ugly or you just look like an idiot. Is it clear?"
I nodded: "Absolutely."

Jake instructed me, where to stand, where should I look, how to bend my arms, showing off my inflated muscles. He took many shots from various angles. As I turned assuming poses, I could see Cathie unwrapping the next balloon guy. Meanwhile, my predecessor sat next to the platinum blonde. She asked some questions, he answered. I couldn't hear the words and didn't pay much attention, being too occupied with my own photo session.

Although, stakes were pretty high for me, I didn't panic. Fear is the little death. Being frightened, or stifled is not sexy at all. I managed to conquer the fear, feel the drive, confidence and enjoy the look of my new body. Jake gave me a thumbs up, and told me to turn around once again.

While he took more photos of my backside, I heard a hissing sound. I couldn't help looking back over my shoulder to see the source: blonde held the previous balloon dude by his shoulder. Her other hand resting on his hip. He didn't try to fight or protest, just deflated. His bulky pumped muscles shrank quickly, arms hang and his head tilted sideways.

Jake noticed my look: "Relax. It's totally normal. I already have a few good photos for your box cover, by the way, so you can now go to Samantha, once she's done with this guy."

Indeed, he was collapsing in her hands. Samantha, apparently that was the name of platinum blonde, put his deflating body on her desk and started folding him going from his toes up to his head. Air was squeezed faster, soon he became a neat pile of plastic and was placed into a box. Not a cardboard one from the hospital. This one was made of smooth solid plastic, with photos and short text. Though I couldn't read it from a distance. As to the photos - I saw two pictures of him recently taken by Jake, no mistake here - there was inflated guy in black trunk sideways and en face. Third photo was probably taken from his Facebook.

Samantha gestured inviting me to sit down on a small chair next to her desk. Then she punched a few buttons, and commenced, "Now give me a short reason why you are the best buy. So, a woman considers adopting you, say what are your good sides, useful skills and other benefits."

Half of the guys at this point get confused and fail to say anything remotely smart. Others often come up with a typical dating site text about their bedroom skills, sense of humor and so on. I told about my education, work, programming, frameworks and so on. Of course, I added a few words about being a nice guy. I rehearsed this text when preparing for job interviews and had no time to improvise.

To my surprise Samantha didn't frown upon, but looked at me with some interest. "Oh, what do we have here? A fuckboy that is also an IT professional.” She was being sarcastic, of course.

“You say it, as if it was something bad. Did my chances of being bought just collapse?”

“Why, not at all. Your odds are better than average, in fact. Guys often think that women come here for a handsome face, pumped chest and a big inflated cock. Yeah, they do, actually, but all men have these, so women chose something special. And there are definitely some girls with a kink for nerds and geeks, some intelligence isn’t a bad thing even for a blow-up man.”

Samantha quickly typed in my short CV. Printing machine spewed out a new box made of lucent plastic, featuring sexy me. Again, two photos by shop’s photographer and one with me riding waves on my surf. For a moment I was swept away with memories of my vacation in Hawaii four years ago. Happy time before my fall. I said.

“Too many of you, not enough time for chit-chat. Sorry.” after that she lost interest in me and returned to her computer. I slowly lost pressure sinking in my chair and didn’t try to stop it, recalling the warning of the nurse: “If you are unplugged, you can't do anything but lose your air and collapse”.
My muscles shrank and caved in, legs and arms hang limp, while I could keep my head from drooping, I cast one last glance on Jake with the next guy on the podium and Cathie dutifully pumping another balloon man. Business as usual.

Then Samantha picked me up, spread on her desk and quickly massaged any remaining air out of my body.

***

Let me cheat a little and tell you about some things that happened while I was in my box at the store. Of course, I couldn't see it with my own eyes, but Michelle and Amber told me later. Amber is in charge of a studio specializing in engineering and design for clinics.

Did I tell you about the utter futility of my job search? It seems that Amber saw the same problem from a different angle. At first they had to fire three remaining organic men. This way company got a much wanted status of a safe space workplace which grants major discounts on insurance costs and other government fees. They planned to hire six new designers and programmers, but the hiring pool was almost dry - of course they only sought women and pneumatic men. Unfortunately, all the employers in the market were doing the same.

Majority of the candidates on their interviews were not very bright, to put it lightly. After three months of hunting they hired just Jeff. He's rather competent front-end programmer, yet they had to pay him above the market to outbid his previous job. Besides him studio hired two girls Sasha and Juna - both were designers. However they were nor experienced, nor organized and generated more mischief than value.

Michelle, she is a technical director working under Amber, came up with a new idea: why hire workers, when they can buy ‘em? She did share it with her boss and they decided against doing it official way, too many papers and potential legal issues. However, they could anything as private buyers and get some very pleasant benefits for themselves. Idea was naughty and tempting, so two boss girls left their office in the middle of the work day.

Well, I don’t know all the details, just what they told me later. First impression at the boyshop was quite disappointing. Seemingly endless supply of deflated idiots, with no college education, often with street gang background and prison terms. Those types of guys are typical material for adoption centers. Good for a girl fantasizing about bad guys, but useless for work.

Amber and Michelle were about to abandon the idea and storm out feeling stupid, when a salesgirl approached them and proposed her help. She directed them to the shelves with the fresh new guys. Of course, there were no 50% discount for the new ones, but the assortment was much better.

It is Michelle, who found me. After all, my choice of words for self-presentation turned out to be the right thing.

Although, Michelle wanted to buy me instantly, Amber insisted on interviewing me first. Samantha tried to argue, that inflating boys right in the shop is not the usual way of things, but eventually agreed to give the keys of a small back room, where she usually inflates Jake before opening the shop for the customers.

That's where I saw them for the first time. As I slowly regained my shape, I saw a leggy stylish redhead and a chubby blonde. Both dressed in official yet sexy way, blouses, jackets, pencil skirts, green and silver grey in case of the red-head and a peach white top and wine-red bottom for blonde. Though, as I already said, after flipping my mind is tuned to see all women sexy. Yet speaking of Amber (redhead) and Michelle (blonde), I'd consider them pretty even before my change.

"Are you Chris?" - asked blonde - "My name is Michelle, and that's Amber, we are working together."
"Yes, that’s my name. Glad to see you" - I tried to cover my parts indicating how glad I was "Did you bought me?"
"Not yet. I'm considering that." Michelle turned off the pump and plugged me. "Now put on your pants and answer my questions."
I complied. For the first time I had a job interview without pants and it turned out smoothly. My looks certainly helped, Michelle didn't care to maintain eye contact, smiling and eating me with her eyes.

"Okay, I take you." she announced finally.

"Do you offer me a job?" - I asked.

"I offer you nothing. I'm buying you, or as they say - adopting. So you will be working under me." she explained.

"Then it's still a job offer, but I can't refuse it."

"Correct."

"And how much would I make?"

"You? Well, of course there is a nice compensation and annual bonus, about eighty thousand per year for developers of your grade, yet as long as you belong to me, your money are actually my money."

I could just say "Ouch." Of course, I knew, I virtually had no rights after flipping, but still had some hope.

Michelle fully enjoyed my dumbfounded expression and then burst into laughter. "Ha, bet you believed I'm serious. No, I'm not that mean. Of course, if you misbehave, I can be a real bitch, beware. Be a good boy and we'll get along nicely, you'll get a fair share of money for your clothes, toys and whatever expenses."

"So, I'm lucky to be bought by you. Am I not?"

Amber answered instead of Michelle. "Yes, Chris, you get a better deal than most of the guys in this store. But that's not a blind luck, it’s kind of deserved, because you are smarter than the majority of dumbfucks that are in stock here. Speaking of that, we need two of a kind. You are for Michelle and I need a pet too. He also should have some coding skills or be a talented designer... "

"Designer you say, " I dared to interrupt her, "I met one right before the transformation, he was also lacking a guarantor and must be in the boyshop now, we were in the same batch, so he's likely to be on the shelves here. He told me that he graduated in arts and has various designer skills. His name is Eddie."

Amber said," I'll forgive your manners for this time, because you are excited and tried to actually be helpful. Next time you wait for your turn to speak."

Amber left us, so I could have a little chat with my new owner.

Michelle landed on the sofa by my side. This seat was rather narrow, so she actually rubbed her wide thighs against me. I put my hand on her knee and gave it a stroke, she hugged me by my waist and pulled me closer. "One more requirement of your future job. You should sleep with your boss." her whisper was hot.

"You know, how much I'm eager to start my duty, my boss is gorgeous."

I kissed her and she returned the kiss, I pulled closer, pressing my inflated pecs against her ample bosom.
When she pushed me down on the sofa and started unbuttoning her blouse, we heard clicking of Ambers heels approaching the door. I quickly sat upright and Michelle adjusted her clothes. Next moment redhead entered carrying yet another box. I immediately recognized Eddie's face.

"Is this the boy you told me about?" - Inquired Amber.

I nodded.

"It is indeed written here, about his studies in design, but nothing about any practical experience in the field." Amber traced a line of text on Eddies box with her finger. "On the plus side he looks yummy here, juicy butt, cute face. So... I'll give him a chance, some task to prove himself worthy."

Amber looked down and noticed how excited I was. Mostly because Michelle’s side was rubbing against me every time she wiggled on the sofa, driving me mad in the process.

“I see you two were getting along already. Michelle, do you remember that they gave us Chris for questions, not for a test-drive? I think it’s time to bring him to the checkout. Edward shouldn’t be distracted during his tests."

Then I felt my plug yanked out and started to hiss.

I couldn't help letting out a moan of pleasure. Deflation is a quite sensual thing, when you get used to it and relax properly. A brief and gentle touch of girl's fingers on one's valve is a delicious sensation and I was already high on arousal.

"Time to put you away." she cooed, "sit here, don't go away, deflate."

"As if I can do anything else."

"Of course you can't." She said, leaving me alone on the sofa. I went flat and blacked out before girls inflated Ed, so I didn't have an opportunity to say hi to him.

***

Day wasn’t over. I skipped about three hours and woke up in a narrow cubicle, it turned out to be a dressing room. Again Michelle was inflating me, she held a brand new sleek and fashionable I-nflator X. Quite expensive. She could save a few bucks and buy something cheaper. This model has some very useful functions including alarm clock pump. Absolute necessity for pneumatics living alone that can't rely on their mate to pump them up in the morning. You enter the time, insert the hose and let the automatics do the job, suck all the air out of you and inflate you back to capacity when it's time to get up. No button to snooze the alarm, of course.
As to Michelle and I, she uses an alarm clock to inflate me first in order to make her a coffee and breakfast.

I heard voices coming from behind the plastic wall. "Now these pants are loose fitting on you" I recognized the voice that belonged to the redhead.
"But I usually wear M size, and this piece is XL!" - this voice was new, definitely male one but not Eddie's. So I quickly assumed, that he failed his test.
Actually, I was wrong. Our voices do change, when we flip. You'd probably expect it to go high pitched tenor or beyond - that suits balloon boy, but exactly the opposite happens - a shift towards booming bass. Overinflating typically lowers the pitch of your voice even deeper. That's why I couldn't recognize Eddie.
Amber responded, "No worries, because your size is easily adjustable!"
He argued, "But I'm bigger than normal, already". A few seconds later yet another buzzing sound of air compressor and soft hissing of pressurized air deafened his complaints.

I regained enough volume and strength by that time, my body unwrapped and accidentally slid from the bench and flopped on the floor, next to Michelle's boots. "Oh, hey there." I said.
She gave me a stern look, though I could only see her eyes and brows from below, as the rest of her face was behind the massive bust, sight under her red skirt was all about thick hips.
"Stop fooling around, Chris, get up." Michelle reached for me with her free left hand, grabbed me by the shoulder and lifted up effortlessly. With her help I could stand, though my legs weren't firm yet. I finally noticed a heap of clothes - jeans, shirts, pants, underwear. We were indeed inside a dressing room at the clothing store.
"Thank you," I said. "We are not in the boyshop anymore, so... Did you purchase me?"

"Yes. You guys are kind of an investment, rather than an impulsive purchase. As this was my idea, I hope you and your friend would prove yourselves worthy.”
There was something in the way she spoke - in a deep passionate and sultry voice and how she
ogled my inflating torso.
I tried to play along. "I'll do my best to... satisfy all my professional requirements, boss."  
She smiled with the corners of her lips accepting my makeshift pun.  
"Unfortunately, we have a kind of dress code, so you can't go to work naked. Here I prepared some things for you to try on." said Michelle.

She released me as I inflated to capacity and could stand on my own. My body returned all the shape and taut, though my boss didn't bother to turn the compressor off.
Michelle fished two pieces out of the clothes pile: boxers and swims, she gave them to me - these were made of stretchy fabric black and white respectively.
I continued to fill up with air. The tone of pumps buzzing changed - as the pressure inside me grew, sculpting my pecs, arms, shoulders and so on, it became increasingly difficult to inflate me. A cheap pump would slow down and halt, but not the powerful I-nflator X.
Black boxers were too loose on my hips, but didn't fall down due to my inflating cock. White swims were of the same size but fit better, probably because of my butt gaining volume.
She just nodded approving my new underwear and threw me a red polo. I read the label on the collar, it stated "XXXL size". Of course, the compressor in Michelle's hand continued to work and now I had an idea how big am I going to be, continuous stretching of my skin started to make me a little nervous. A lot of words whirled in my head, but complaining was not an option.
So I just sighed, put on the polo and said "Hope I won't burst before this one is right for me."
Michelle dismissed my fears "You won't, you are far from your limits. Boys typically go boom at five atmospheres. To get beyond three I'd have to remove this safety seal" - she pointed at the piece of red plastic on the air pump.
Although, her words made me relax a bit, they planted a couple of unsettling questions into my mind. "How comes she knows the critical pressure at which men typically burst?", "That red seal, why is it possible to remove it?"

Although, I didn’t say anything, but my facial expression was pretty telling. Michelle said “Relax, I just have a kink for large men... bigger than me.”
Now it made some sense, Michelle is a very curvy girl indeed. Or to say it blunt, she’s fatty and quite tall for a girl. Indeed, a large dude would match her better than a skinny nerdy boy. Thought of me being shaped and adjusted to meet her taste was quite demeaning, but that’s still better than being her balloon going to burst. My pecs, shoulders and the rest of sexy athletic parts have reached their cap already, after that I just scaled up, growing taller and wider, just like balloons do.

"And when am I big enough?" I asked.

“When I say so. Or when you fill your new clothes.” She said, giving me a pair of jeans.

Red XXXL-sized polo was almost right for me. I squeezed my thighs into the denim, then my butt expanded inside, tightening the fabric as a cork in a bottle of wine. My body started to get rounder, I got a growing potbelly and rear. Michelle turned the pump off, before seams started to creak under strain.

"Splendid." She pulled the hose out of my valve and quickly plugged me. "Turn around, Chris. Is it comfortable for you?"

I did as she said and observed my new self in the mirror. Dude looking at me in reflection could be best described as burly. Add a black suit, sunglasses and an earphone to the image to get a typical brutal bodyguard from an action movie. However, occasional squeaking of my overinflated body would spoil that image. So I just said "Wow."

Michelle had to let some of the air out of me, because we had to try on a lot of shirts and pants. Taking things off, when overinflated turned out to be difficult.

We met with Amber and Eddie at the checkout. Girls paid for the clothes, including everything that we had on - checkout girl just scanned barcodes, I had a quite embarrassing moment, when she pulled my shirt up, and flashed my ass with laser, scanning my new underwear.

Of course Michelle and Amber could deflate us instead, but decided against it. So we could talk a bit on the way to our new office and get used to our new role.