A chapter in the Purple letter serries. If you dislike inflatable people or light femdom - skip it, otherwise enjoy!
The clothing store was on the third floor of a large mall. I didn't remember how we got there of course, however Amber and Michelle decided not to deflate us on the return way after shopping, how kind of them. So we could walk, talk and look around like human beings for a change. In addition, we also could carry all the bags and boxes, freeing the girls' hands.
"Where do we go now? Get em home?" - Michelle asked. She gently held me by the elbow, as we left the store - her grip really helped me keep balance and not tumble with all the stuff I carried. After all, those bags weighed a lot more than me.
The redhead shook her head "I don't know. Got to settle some paperwork and have a call with Dr Chaney at seven. But even the thought of those licensing documents makes me sick. I should let Susan fix it on her own, after all she's a lawyer and I pay her for that stuff. Can talk to Chaney from home as well... "
Amber waved her hand as she spoke and accidentally slapped Eddie's shoulder. He could easily topple on his own, we weren't used to our air filled bodies at all. Of course he flopped on the floor along with the bags he was carrying.
"How clumsy you are, Ed" - said Amber.
"But, but it wasn't my fault" - he protested, trying to get up from his knees.
"Do you imply it was my fault?!" said the redhead.
"Well. No, of course not, that was an accident. I'm sorry... Boss."
"Better. Much better. Call me miss Amber." Then she helped him rise from the floor and return his scattered clothes into the bag.
Meanwhile I tried to read Amber's emotions: her face, her voice. Is she kidding? What about Michelle? I decided to play along.
If this is merely a game - it would be stupid to spoil it. If our owners are dead serious, then we are screwed, and not in any position to argue. Any rebellion against oppression would be quelled - it takes just two beautiful fingers to pinch an air plug.
Michelle noticed my hesitation and asked "Any questions or objections Chris?"
"I am not the one asking questions here, am I?”
Michelle smiled. “Yeah. That’s right. But when I’m in a good mood, I’d allow a bit of misbehavior. Right now I’m in a good mood.” At least she doesn’t keep that perpetual bitch-face - unlike Amber.
"Well, I think..." - I had many questions.
"... So, as I said, no need to go back to the office today." - Amber continued, interrupting me just as I had started to speak.
Michelle disagreed. “We are three weeks behind schedule, I have to look into the latest changes and approve them today. Need to onboard Chris and Ed ASAP, to get the job done without extending our timeline. Oh, crap! Almost forgot, I also have a meeting with Alice and her team today... ”
We continued our stroll through the hall - girls were busy arguing, while Ed and I had an opportunity to look around. It was pretty crowded, a lot of people on a shopping spree - mostly women, sometimes accompanied by men - inflatable of course. It’s easy to tell balloons from flesh ones by the way they walk. Bouncy steps and the typical sound of heavy boots which are used to anchor a man to the ground - essential in windy weather.
There were boutiques, beauty studios, gadget shops, boutiques again, restaurants and cafes, glass floors - some construction elements of that temple of consumption were made of opaque glass and shiny polished metal. We approached a small queue of people waiting at the entrance of the lift: mum with two kids, two asian girls discussing the plot of a recent superhero movie, their boyfriends hugging the girls by the waist. Behind them I saw a couple of girls, looking like stereotypical lesbians, a fat black woman squeezing the inflated butt of a tall blond guy next to her and a skinny dude wearing an orange uniform of a technician. He was the first organic man I saw since my transformation - men doing routine physical work, that requires some good old strength and heavy lifting, have a luxury to keep their flesh and bone body for a while, until their workplace is automated and their service is not needed anymore.
While we were waiting I had some time to look at them carefully and notice more peculiar details. A lot of girls prefer big guys and overdo it with pumping, apparently Koreans (guess that was nationality of two asians) have an opposite kink - barely inflating their boys to capacity, to make them look skinny and anemic. These two guys really lacked air pressure so they had to cling to their girlfriends, otherwise they could just stumble and flop on the floor. The black fatty and the blond guy were an interesting couple too - or probably not a couple at all judging by the way her reacted - he was annoyed and tried to move away when she grabbed his ass, but didn’t actively protest, he was probably afraid of her. Black girl noticed my attention and stopped her groping, blond guy sighed. Then the capsule of the lift arrived and opened its doors, letting out a new group of women with shopping bags.
Michelle and Amber practically dragged us in, as the capsule wasn’t big enough to take in everyone. I think at least twenty people crammed into the capsule that was intended to hold eight. The technician in the orange suit was the last one to enter, so he pushed and rammed the passengers in front of him. I couldn’t see much, as I was tightly squeezed between Michelle’s boobs, Amber’s backside, one of these poor Korean guys that lost shape and flattened over the glass wall of the lift. Behind me was another dude - he was bald, had a wide and well inflated chest and shoulders - a “tough guy” look.
“Oh, crap!”, “Careful, don’t push!” - the people in the lift wiggled, cursed and complained, as the doors closed.
One of the lesbians (the feminine one) yelped: “I can’t breathe”. Indeed, she was jammed pretty hard. Now, that was serious. Her friend pushed other people, desperately trying to free some space. I was squeezed even harder, though I couldn’t complain - being pressed into Michelle’s bosom isn’t a bad thing. Then I felt someone touching my back, it was definitely a female hand rubbing my skin through my shirt - she briefly grazed the plug of my air valve, I heard her words: “Sorry hun” and mentally prepared to deflate, however something else happened. A low popping sound, loud hissing, and a jet of air shot in my back. The tough bald guy behind me was the source of it. He shrank quickly, because of all the pressure.
"Lisa, what are you doing?" - he objected.
"Freeing some space, Jared. Relax, I'll inflate you soon."
Another hissing started in the opposite corner - a blond guy started to deflate. He panicked: "What the heck are you doing? I'm alone here! Plug me!"
"No worries, hun, I'll take care of you." - replied black fatty. Of course, it was her...
“No, no. That’s so unfair!” - Of course, the deflating blond guy couldn’t do anything about his situation - he quickly started to sink into his polo, his arms grew limp. Unlike him, the bald one didn’t protest - apparently he was being deflated by his wife or girlfriend, someone whom he can trust.
Anyway, this helped. Without two big balloon boys the rest of us got some space. Still, this scene made me nervous, I whispered into Michelle’s ear: “That’s wrong, she harassed him and now she’s kidnapping him.”
My boss just shrugged off my concerns: “Such things just happen. Boys shouldn’t go out without their woman...” that kind of reasoning seemed so wrong, yet eerily familiar.
Some people got out at the second floor, but the black kidnapper and the girlfriend of the tough guy also headed to the underground parking lot along with us. The hissing stopped as the girls were busy folding their men and wrapping up their clothes. Then to my surprise Amber stopped the black woman and asked "Sorry, miss, is he your man? A Husband, brother, boyfriend or an adopted subject?"
She shook her head.
"Then he most likely belongs to another woman. You'd better inflate him right now and let him go, otherwise you risk serious trouble with the police once this guy gets on the missing men list." - Amber continued.
Amber’s words caused some effect: fatty stopped wrapping up the blond guy and hesitated “Do you think, he isn’t single? I mean, he was alone here...”
“C’mon, single man? They all must have a woman responsible for them. Not necessarily a wife, a relative or boss, his owner is so careless to let him go out. But nevertheless, you can’t just take him home. That’s illegal.”
Amber was persuasive enough to make fatty reconsider, she fished a pump out of her purse and started to seek for that blond guy’s valve. I guess, she inflated him right there, on the parking floor. Must be embarrassing, but we didn’t see that scene and proceed towards Michele’s car.
Technically, the car is not hers, it is rented. Owning a personal parking place is expensive nowadays, so she rents a nice navy blue Chevy Yota. Every morning autopilot drives it to her threshold, every evening - returns to parking. A bit more expensive than the usual robotaxi, but you can customize it, leave your things in the trunk and have other perks of car ownership.
There was another problem, though. Her car has just two seats - in one row.
Michelle tossed our bags into the trunk door, while Amber stared at us: “Our car isn’t big enough for four passengers, so sorry boys you are going to ...” - She said, grabbing Ed’s back.
“Not so fast, Amber” - Michelle objected. Just in time as her hand stopped an inch away from the valve on my friend’s back.
“But we only have two seats! Where do you propose to put them?”
Michelle smiled mischievously, took me by the hand and opened the door. "Let them sit. I haven't been on a man's lap for a while, what about you?"
Leather coated seats were tilted back and more resembled a couch rather than a chair. I landed on the left seat, Ed on the right. It was pretty comfortable inside and no sign of a steering wheel, a gear handle or pedals - a touchscreen in the middle of the front panel was the only element of an interface. I didn’t have a lot of time to examine the interior better - Michelle flopped her gorgeous ass on my thighs and oh boy what a big girl she is! Her weight deformed my legs and chest, forcing my body into the shape of her buttocks and hips. My face was squeezed between back of her neck and the leather of the seat, but not flattened, excess air spread into my sides forming inflated rolls and pushing my arms apart. When Amber sat on Eddie she flattened him in a similar way - his inflated left side started to rub against me making squeaking sounds, while Amber and Michelle wiggled a bit to find a comfortable pose.
“Your idea turned out to be great. He makes a superb seat.” - said Amber.
“And in case of a crash, we’ll have a 360 degree airbag coverage.” - added Michelle.
“That’s also true. So, finally, where do we go? Office or home?”
“To the office, as I said before, I have a lot of meetings, I need to introduce boys to their teams and because the car is mine, we are going to the office.” - Michelle chuckled.
“Huh, how about the fact that I’m your boss, Michelle? But okay.”
Michelle entered the address of the office into the autopilot and started the ignition, the car accelerated so the force of inertia caused the girls to squish into Ed and me even harder.
On our way Michelle and Amber decided to briefly explain what their business is about and what is expected from two new inflatable employees, at least during office hours. The most profitable branch of modern health care is applied genomics - modification of patients’ cells genomes, activating or deactivating some genes to treat various conditions and revert aging.
Take a sample of some tissue, analyze it, fix if necessary, convert into stem cells, multiply, return into patient. Of course there is a zoo of sophisticated machinery that makes it possible. A clinic can either outsource all the high tech parts of the job to a specialized lab, losing time and a hefty amount of money. Or they can purchase some of these devices and localize the process.
Seems easy, but analyzers, sequencers, replicators and cultivators don’t work straight out of the box, they need a lot of configuration, support and care. Easylab - that’s the name of Amber’s company and their main product - is all about simplifying this process, a clinic can just plug a new device in the local network, press a button and voila - it works!
Michele planned to add me into her software development team to handle database and hardware integration stuff, as for Ed - he was supposed to lead the design of user interfaces, once he proves himself worthy. A tricky part of the deal was managing two girls, these junior designers named Juna and Sasha. Forty years ago two pretty student girls reporting to you would be a nice bonus for a man, nowadays it is a big challenge. But I’m running ahead of events here, what Ed didn’t realise there is a trap, when Amber said that he’s going to lead a team...
I tried to concentrate on Michelle’s explanations, which wasn’t easy. I mean hey, she was sitting on me! It wasn’t painful, on the contrary - my skin was spread over all her body, it felt exquisite! I mentally begged for a traffic jam to delay that moment, but no luck - our trip was relatively short - soon we arrived at the office parking and she removed her wonderful butt from me.
So, when I could move my head again and look around, I found us in the business district. Fancy towers hosting fintech, nanotech and biotech startups, applied robotics, branch offices of bigger fish like IT giants, game development studies and other enterprises. Easylab was on the fourteenth floor of a tower named Queen - the highest one, there also were Knight, Bishop, King and Rook towers.
In the spacious lobby we were greeted by a receptionist girl, her name - Masha M. Ramirez - was on her badge, pinned to a formal white blouse containing two impressive balloons. Yes, no doubt, she was an inflatable girl and a very attractive one. Obviously she had some mixed slavic latino background. I couldn’t help gazing at her, while she took a photo for a temporary pass into the building and stamped a QR code on the back of my hand - again that is used as a replacement of a pass card, the stamp is only visible in UV rays and lasts for a day.
Images of Mary were still imprinted in my mind when we left her desk, passed turnstiles and headed toward lifts. “Did you think I won’t notice?” - She asked in a stern tone. - “Men are all the same, even inflatable ones.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry Mistress. I didn’t want anything... I’m just curious, why is she inflatable too? Is it normal?”
“Not sure about her. I heard, she got into a serious car crash last year. She isn’t making much money, so the transformation was an affordable treatment for her, I guess.”
We entered the lift along with a flock of people returning from lunch and a few seconds later left it at floor number fourteen.
“Hello, girls. Meet Chris and Eddie - they’ll be working with us." - said Amber, when our colleagues stared at us. Their expressions varied from amusement and interest to annoyed coldness.