A short story about a smut tactical shooting game. Like paintball, but unlucky players hit with this paint transform into inflatable dolls. Competition, deception, squeaking latex, deflation and big boobs inside. You've been warned. Related to the Product recall series by Leticia Latex.

Squeak Squad 

We were in the semi-pro league already after winning four matches and losing just one. My team consisted of Rick, Bethany and me. Rick used to be a gamer - however, he was in good shape physically. Beth actually participated in some paintball sports before the Squeak version started to get popular. They decided to set up a team and Rick invited me to join, because they needed a third one.

A lot of conservative people frown upon this game, because shooting people with sprays of Squeak instead of balls of paint is considered controversial. Turning into an inflatable sexdoll, even temporarily, is off-putting to the moralists since there is a custom for the winning team to use the losers as sexdolls. I didn't have any prejudices, though and this smut tactical shooting fit my desires well.

Once we lost, a girl that shot me, rode my inflatable pole for almost half an hour, and that was the wildest sex in my life. The fact that I was helpless, immobile and mute only added extra fun.

Yes, of course people don't use the original Squeak, it was recalled and not sold anymore, but it is still available on the darknet market. New squeak is perfectly reversible and safe for men, who don't want to come back to life as a bimbo woman with huge tits.

Our last match was on Friday. Sadly, we aren't in a good shape for tactical shooting games since then, but that's a long story.

The opposing  team consisted of three women. That's actually odd - typically teams are mixed. At the time we didn't know their names, though now we know them much better. Brigitte is a tall, leggy blonde, her friends are Stefanie and June - both raven haired, though Stephanie has a short military style haircut, while June has longer hair combed into a ponytail.

They were curvy, but not extreme. E, H or even K cup boobs are a common size for girls that were once exposed to Squeak. It is really easy, just over-inflate before applying the antidote and voila - the huge rack turns from rubber and air to flesh without losing any size. While they are light compared to typical implants, they are still kind of impractical. Big boobs bounce on the run.

The girls wore blue swimsuits - their team color. So we were in red.

In the squeak squad challenges participants are allowed to wear swims, bikinis or swimsuits. Any exposed skin is vulnerable to dollifying reagent. Full swimsuits, however, must expose the belly button and the small of the back - typical locations of inflation valve.

Some argue that swimsuits give women unfair advantage - because they have more skin protected and propose to ban swimsuits. Their opponents say, that men are naturally stronger and more agile, so women need some benefit to counter that. Separation into male and female leagues is not an option, because we mostly prefer to engage opposite sex. I personally find men on men squeak battles really awkward.

We exchanged standard hails and went to our starting locations. I knew the site very well. A few small storehouses and a tall tower in the middle. Claiming it would seal a victory. Our water guns can't really shoot upwards. A spray of squeak would soon break up into droplets and fall down. Having high ground is very important in this game. Also, the entire map is visible from above...

So, when the referee gave the signal, we all rushed towards the center of the arena, aiming to reach the tower before the Blue team. Rick and Beth ran first, I was behind, to cover them.

At first, everything went well. Rick almost reached the door, when June jumped from behind the corner and sprayed my teammates, she wasn't especially accurate, but Beth cried "I'm hit, I'm hit."

Rick stopped to shoot back and hit June, which was his mistake. Beth could avenge herself: in squeak squad any shot fighter can continue to fire until his or her hands become completely air filled and useless. This rule makes kamikaze tactics viable - one fighter attacking many. You'll be shot, but would have enough time to stain them all.

So both Rick and Beth hit June, covering her with gel - she quickly stopped and flopped forward, as legs failed her. Inflating boobs cushioned impact bouncing her from the ground. She moaned one last time and went silent. Her arms bent in elbows and her inflating breasts lifted her face up. Now completely covered with latex and sporting circular hole, where her mouth had been.

Then Stefanie appeared on the roof, I saw her and cried: "Cover. 3 o’clock!" - but too late. She sprayed Rick with one precise shot, soaking my second teammate. I sniped Stephanie. Firing from afar and below isn't easy, but I did it. She muttered an obscenity and fired back at the place I stood a second ago. I was nimble enough to evade her shot and small drops of gel scattering from the ground didn't touch me.

Both teams lost two fighters, reducing our match into a duel. However, it was too early to discard Stephanie - she was still dangerous, it takes a minute on average for Squeak to make its victim helpless. She jumped from the roof and ran towards my corner of the tower.

I could hide or just run away, but changes happening to Rick captured my attention. Something wrong was going on with my friend.

"What the fuck? I got boobs!" - he exclaimed. And he was right, as latex spread over his body starting from his chest, two breasts formed. They were petite at first, but quickly grew, his waist became thinner, shoulders narrowed, even his face started to assume a more feminine shape. His short hair started to grow becoming a blonde mane.

"You, bitch, what was in your gun?" - he yelled at Stephanie once she got closer to him.

Stephanie was betrayed by her leg, stumbled and fell, losing her spray gun - "The true thing, original Squeak. Undiluted one." - she said

"That's foul!" - cried Rick, but his voice was now high-pitched and female.

 Stephanie was helpless now, so I dared to run closer towards the scene. There was an entrance to the tower, which I had to reach, but I was mostly driven by curiosity.

Rita (formerly known as Rick) crawled toward Stephanie and they both had a short catfight, producing squeaking noises and obscenities - their hands and heads were not covered by creeping latex. At first Rita was on top, but Stephanie pushed and toppled her. Rita clearly was winning the boobs race, alas her huge orbs blocked her view and limited her fighting abilities, she could not punch or slap anything directly in front of her. Anyway the end was inevitable - both girls stopped moving and calmed down listening to their feelings.

"So good! Losing this game is even better than winning and I'm so horny already." - said Stephanie.

"Too bad, I can't fuck you. And I'm going to be a girl from now on..." - said Rita.

"Not a problem. I always was into girls." - Rita said.

"Huh, you gals are really nuts, how much did you spend on the black market to change me into a female doll, just because you are lesbians?"

I should have been on guard, instead of listening to their chit chat. It turns out that Brigitte - the last girl of the blue team walked around the central tower and approached us from the corner, where I was hiding two minutes ago. Of course I didn't see her, she could not hit me directly from where she stood, but she was a smart girl: she shot in the door jamb. Gel scattered on impact so some minor droplets landed on my left shoulder. I made a step back and took a better look. There were a dozen bluish dots on my skin, they quickly vanished leaving small patches of shiny latex in their place. Such a "wound" could cripple me eventually, but I still had enough time left to even the score or win.

I quickly weighed my options. Try to chase her now and spray her? That's what she expects. I'll be toasted immediately with very little chances to hit her.

I could go upstairs and try to shoot her from high ground. Though, she could play a waiting game. Storming the tower is a stupid idea - she knew that. She'd wait behind one of these old storehouses to score a technical victory, because I’ll be mostly transformed when time runs out. I thought faster, then you read this, discarded plan A, plan B and started to perform plan C. First of all I shouted “Ah, bitch!” loud enough to be heard. Then I strode towards the stairs, trying to tread lightly. A few seconds later, I added: “No, not me too...”.

Next step was important and difficult. A while ago, when I was a student, we played a game - one of us closed eyes with a scarf, others should approach and say something, altering his or her voice. If the blindfolded person could recognize the voice, they changed places. And I was damn good at that, I could mimic the voices of my friends - not just guys, sometimes I successfully framed girls too.

"No, I don't want to be a girl!" - I said one octave higher, then my usual voice. Then I climbed upstairs, trying to make no noise.

I briefly considered hiding in a dark corner on the first floor instead, but without any route for retreat I'd get soaked by the return fire. So I turned the hatch entrance of the second floor into my ambush position. It was relatively dark here, so anyone entering the door would be blind for a second or two, before their eyes accommodated to the darkness. Enough to shoot and retreat.

I had some time, and examined my shoulder. Body hair started to vanish, small patches of latex grew larger, small lakes of shiny doll material grew and merged into a sea, leaving shrinking isles of natural skin. It felt smooth under my fingers, then I realized that smoothness continues upwards, my neck was hit too! That explained why I mimicked the female voice easily. Also my Adam's apple was gone. Not that I particularly liked this feature.

However slow the change was, it didn't stop. My left shoulder looked slightly smaller now, and my left nipple started to bulge forming on top of an A cup.

I was distracted from my thoughts, by the sound of approaching steps. That was good. The faster I shot her, the faster I would get the antidote after the match.

Brigitte appeared in the door frame, she looked down seeking something on the floor. So I aimed, and pulled the trigger, discharging a long continuous stream of gel into her head, right arm, and further down scathing her right leg. Then I rolled on the floor away from the hatch. My plan worked!

"Crap!" - blonde cried. Judging by the sound of her steps, she rushed towards the stairs. I could return to the stairway and get to the third floor, but there she could shoot me so I backed to the window and thought about jumping out. It was pretty high above ground...

However, it was not necessary. Brigitte's steps slowed down, I could hear a hissing sound of her inflating boobs. She reached the stairs and tried to climb up, but her arms soon failed her, she fell down producing a soft thumping sound. "I must admit, you are smarter than I thought. And cute. Aaah... Please fuck me! I'm so horny, need to fill my holes." - she said seductively.

My first motion was to come closer and watch her transform. Then I asked, "Your friend told me that you three are lesbian."

"When I'm inflated, I'm bisexual."

"Okay. I'm interested. You are very attractive and you'd make a great dolly. I'll use you later tonight."

"Why wait?... Aah it's happening."

She went silent then.

A minute later I dared to look down. Just under the stairs lay a beautiful blonde doll. Still watching upwards, holding a soaking gun in her left arm - apparently her right arm transformed first, so she switched her hand hoping for a last chance to shoot me, ifI fell into her obvious trap.

I stepped on the stair and started to descend, then I heard a hollow sound of something drumming against a tightly inflated balloon. I looked down and saw a blue blob spreading over Brigitte's chest. Now that was strange. I stopped and waited before making another step. Sound repeated and another blue flower blossomed on her tummy, right next to her inflation valve. Then I realized - she didn't plan to shoot me, she’d soaked the stairs instead! Now gel started to drop down. How cunning!

Unfortunately I had no time to wait for Squeak to get dry. My left shoulder was completely claimed by the encroaching wave of latex, it started to spread down over my arm and my chest, and my left tit swelled a little bit more, still modest in size yet obviously growing.

So I jumped down, instead of climbing. I tried not to land on her head, of course dolls are bouncy, but not sturdy enough to withstand my weight dropped from the second story. My feet ached, yet I didn't break any bones.

Now I had to collect all the "dead bodies" and bring them back to the exit, to prove our victory. Normally, I liked this part of the game. All the hissing of deflating dollies! But that day I had no time for all the leisure. So I grabbed the blonde by her luscious hair and dragged her towards the door. I didn't dare to touch her plug yet, because it was still covered with the blue gel. Squeak does not absorb into latex, only human skin. However, hot summer sun can dry it up quickly. Outdoors I saw Beth, Rita and Stephanie. Of course still inflated, with spread legs, arms bent, O mouth, indecently big boobs and inflation valves waiting to be unplugged.

My teammates deserved the same treatment as our foes. I started with Beth, lifted her from the ground and popped her open. Her top was torn by her inflated breast, this never happened before, I think it is because of the original Squeak. It gives you enormous size by default, while users of the new version need to be somewhat overinflated to rival the dolls of the first wave of Squeakmaggeddon in the breast compartment.

I leaned Beth's back against the wall and fetched Stephanie and Rita. I unplugged them too and placed them in a triangle, so they could watch each other's deflation.

Dollified June wasn't far away. I grabbed her, popped her plug on the run, and headed back holding her by the waist under my armpit. She rubbed against the latexed surface of my left arm, producing an ominous squeaking sound.

When I returned, the trio of deflating dolls started to sag on the ground, their heads drooped, creases appeared... I decided not to rush things and let them deflate naturally. June started to collapse in my embrace, as I squished her. Only one doll remained.

Blue stains on her tummy spread thin and somewhat dried. Fortunately valve seemed to be clean. Anyway, waiting longer would finish me just as touching squeak with my fingers. So I carefully pinched her plug and pulled it out.

"You are as sexy, as you are cunning." I'm going to meet you tonight. "On the second thought, you didn't want to wait..."

I tossed her around - her back and ass weren't stained. Then I pulled down my swims.

"... Nor do I" - I finished the phrase entering her from behind. Sex was quick, I hadn't much time left, you know. Later I was glad, I didn't miss that opportunity.

Soon I approached the checkpoint on the exit, holding five deflated dolls, stacked upon each other and rolled up for easier transportation. I took Stephanie's gun as a trophy and as proof they used the banned Squeak on us.

By that time, my left breast swollen almost to a C cup size, my left arm looked completely feminine. My hair grew longer and tickled my shoulders...

A couple of medics watched me with disbelief. "Sir, were you in contact with..." - started one of them. A badge on her coat told me her name - Selena. And judging by the volume under her coat, she had some first hand experience with Squeak.

"Yes, they used the banned Squeak on us. I need some antidote badly." - I said.

Her coworker took a vial of green liquid from the shelf, but Selena stopped him. "Not so fast, Bradley."

Then she turned to me, "Look, if we stop your transformation right now, some parts of your body would stay, well, female. Are you sure, you want to get stuck in between?"

I pondered for a while before asking a question: "Do you have a mirror here?"

Selena guided me and soon I saw a cute blonde girl, whose arm, shoulder, neck were made of shiny latex. Her bosom was weirdly asymmetrical, down there she had six packs and red swims containing male stuff.

"Is there any way to revert this completely?" - I asked.

"Xetal promised to start working on a formula that might do it, or even change women into male dolls... But they didn't say anything about it for a while. So maybe the next year, if their research goes quickly."

"I see. Until then, my upper half looks nice, doesn't it?" - I chuckled.

"You'll be a gorgeous doll, I'm sure. What's your name, by the way?" - she asked.

"I'm Stanly... Soon to be Stacy."

 With these words I took Stephanie's gun from the floor, where I dropped it. Bradley backed away, but of course he had nothing to fear. I shot myself in the leg. Literally.

Selena smiled, "Good. Don't worry, we'll report that your team won. And the blue team will be disqualified for that, however I'm not sure rules explicitly forbid use of the original Squeak."

"Nobody was supposed to pay ten thousands of bucks for such a silly trick, while the new formula is legal and affordable." I said.

My feet were quickly eaten by a wave of latex, though I still could control them. Not for long, though. Selena gently took me by the elbow with one hand and seized the soaking gun from me.

"No need for more accidents here. I forgot to ask one thing." -  here Selena blushed. - "Do you want to be used, while you are doll, Stacy? If yes, whom would you prefer, a guy or a girl?"

I just stared down, my legs hollowed, stretched and started to spread. My junk shrank and vanished, a second later plastic fuckhole formed, my rear entrance followed quickly. I couldn't help but close my eyes and moan in delight. I barely returned to my senses, when a new bolt of pleasure sent me to the stratosphere - it radiated from the small of my back. My right boob quickly reached the size of its sister, but this was only the beginning - a sound of hollow hissing, feelings of inner pressure and stretching accompanied my growth spurt. Soon I couldn't see anything below my inflating tits. I covered them with my hands to feel my fingers spread, as the latex under them stretched.

Though my sight was blocked, Selena could see my newly formed waistline and noticed that something is missing. She touched my belly button briefly, then turned me around and exclaimed: "Here it is!"

"What?" - I probably ought to guess, but my mind was clouded due to all the pleasure.

"Your inflation valve, it is in the back. About two percent of the dolls have it there and you are one of them." - she explained.

"So I'm a special doll? Should I be proud?"

"You are. But you didn't answer my question. Do you want to be used and by whom? Losers don't have a luxury of choice, but you are a winner."

My boobs continued to inflate, exceeding the size of watermelons, now aiming to put beachballs to shame. I felt a cool wave of latex creeping up to my chin, so while I still could speak, I said: "I want to get used thoroughly, deflated, inflated, fucked. Stanley was heterosexual, me not. I'm bi."

Then latex covered my lips, quickly forming an immobile O shape.

"Bradley, did you hear that? We have a lot of toys to play with tonight."

Selena, easily lifted me and brought me back to her companion, who was busy packing Rita into a large bag. Four others were already there, as I couldn't see them.

"Bradley, don't forget the ammo of the Blue's. It's a treasure, you know" - said she, while reaching behind me.

"I'll take care of it" - he said.

Selena popped me open and tossed me on the sofa. From there I couldn't see much - just the leather upholstery, a wall and my boobs. Though, I didn't care much - deflation is a wonderful thing. My boobs sagged slowly, don't know how fast my limbs flattened - they were largely out of my sight. When everything started to tilt, I figured that my head was collapsing. My face slid over the leather surface of the sofa and then my mind faded.