Content warning: group of friends are transformed into inflatable dolls to be smuggled away deflated, to escape military draft .

  Victor pulled out one of his earpods. The other still sang the undying classics about the forester that used to feed the wolves. Music usually helped him to unwind and relax a little on his way to dorm after his studies. His night shift begins at eight, so Vic had a few precious hours to take a nap. Yes, like many other students he worked part time. His tranquility was interrupted: he couldn't help noticing a lot of people in the subway train watching a video broadcast of yet another speech, addressed to the nation by the Great Leader. Seeing his ageless face maintained by numerous facelifts and botox injections was nauseating, so Vic ignored the endless political reels. You can be not interested in politics, until it becomes interested in you and this moment finally came.

 So Victor noticed how agitated were the passengers around him and decided to listen, but heard mostly obscenities. People were clearly freaked and scared. The Great Leader professed the importance of unity, patriotism in these dark and challenging times. War started by the great leader didn't go well indeed, the economy tanked, inflation soared and the initial wave of volunteers dwindled. Third year of pointless bloody stalemate and politicians too stubborn for peace talks. But today clearly some bad news came. Victor tried to ask his neighbors, but answers were more emotional rather than informative, so he opened news on his phone, and briefly scrolled through the titles. "Oh ebt!"

 As losses mounted, the army couldn't find enough volunteers. Yet again the great leader declared mobilization, this time they learned the lesson though. Mobilization was accompanied with a state of emergency and a travel ban for men between eighteen and sixty. 

 Of course, Viktor thought about emigration. Improved his English, saved a little, buying dollars, euros and crypto. He tried to make a small pet project and learn Python. He thought that he still had time to graduate first. Apparently, he had not. Other people in the subway train also were in shock. Still they were too cautious to openly criticize the war and the great leader, surveillance cameras are everywhere. 

 The rest of his way home Viktor browsed Telegram channels, first generic news, then spoke to his friends. There were already videos of police stopping young men randomly in the streets. Someone threw a molotov cocktail at a recruitment center. 

 Vik was distracted from doom scrolling by a message from Alex. They rented a flat together: Viktor, Alex and Yan rented a flat together sharing costs. Viktor and Yan were still students, while Yan was the oldest of three mates and worked as a dev ops engineer. He probably could afford renting alone, but he planned to save for a mortgage or emigration. 

 "Hey, dudes, heard the news? Anyway, I know y'all really want to get off the meat grinder." - Alex wrote in their house chat. 

 "Too late. All the tickets cost a fortune. And anyway, they will stop men on the border passport controls." - said Yan

 "That's why we have to use unofficial channels. I know people who can help us. But we must act quickly. They pick the next batch of refugees up tonight at eleven. Take only the bare minimum things..." - Alex started explaining. 

 "But how do you know they are not just scammers?" - Vik was skeptical. 

 "Of course, they can be scammers. But I spoke to some dudes that were smuggled before. One of them, Den, lives with some old French lady. Apparently rich, judging by photos of her villa. Another dude, Artem, moved to the US, he shared his photos with his American friend Steve. Both look young and happy, likely wealthy. But the way Steve hugs him, I guess, he is not just a friend. But that's not my business." - said Alex. 

"And how much do they want?" - asked Yan. 

"Nothing in advance. Twenty five thousands during the next ten years. So I was told" 

"And how exactly are they going to cross the border? To which country?"

"They don't tell the details, for obvious reasons. But from the French dude I heard something about hiding in the luggage compartment. He said it wasn't a big deal. I guess we shouldn't expect first class flight if we are trying to leave the country illegally."

... 

 Vik soon reached their shared flat, Yan and Alex were already there packing their belongings. 

 Yan is a short lad with curly black hair, hazel eyes and aquiline nose. He was one of Vik's high school pals, a bit nerdy, more interested in reading sci-fi or fantasy, always good in math. 

Alex is their common friend, Vik and Yan met him three years ago in a massive online game about space flights and exploration. He was the oldest of the three friends, tall, auburn and quite chubby despite regular gym going: beer and junk food diet trumps exercises. 

He had already graduated and worked for a major mobile provider. It was his idea to rent together. Although Vik and Yan had sleeping places at the student dorm, it wasn't completely free and rather ratty. A lot of rooms were illegally rented by migrants, who weren't the most pleasant neighbors. Most of the senior students had part time jobs, Vik and Yan weren't an exception. Still they were making much less than Alex and shared one bedroom paying quarter of the total rent. 

 Vik is the tallest of three friends, yet very skinny. His height, pale locks and blue eyes used up all his genetic luck. He was short sighted and allergic to contact lenses. His skin was ridden with scars left by teenage acne. Vik wasn't very popular with girls at school, swallowed some rebuffing and put attempts of finding a girlfriend on hold. He matured since then, but got too used to being single. 

 On a normal day Vik would take a nap or work on his magister thesis, he was supposed to graduate this year. However, the plans changed today. Drastically. Vik joined his friends frantically packing their little belongings. Laptop, change of t-shirts, jeans, papers. Luckily he thought about moving out of the country in advance and had some cash in euros and dollars, but most of his savings were in crypto. All important papers and ID were translated with a notary. 

 Soon they locked the door, left their keys in the postbox for the landlady to pick up later. If everything would go as planned, they would never return to their little flat. A taxi arrived soon. Ordinary white Renault Logan, driven by a swarthy dude. Friends decided to hold their tongue while in the taxi, but the driver himself couldn't keep quiet. He passionately spoke about cops grabbing his friends in the streets and pressuring to enlist, "Fuck the money, I'm going back to Uzbekistan tomorrow!" 

... 

There was only a warehouse of a delivery service pickup point. But the address was correct. Vik and friends entered a shambling door painted with old peeling off blue paint. Down the short corridor they met a group of dozen men. The oldest of them was probably in his late thirties. All were kind of nervous and not very talkative. 

 Then a door opened. A tall young lad showed up, counted men in the hall, checked his notes and welcomed everyone. "Oh, all fifteen are here. Just in time. Please come in. My name is Max, I'm here to help you and for the demonstration... "

 While all the men poured through the door, Vik couldn't help checking out Max. He looked... too good. Tall, blond, with ideal skin and manly jawline, shapely arms, shoulders, pecs in a tight yellow t-shirt. And once he turned, Vik saw his round butt inside snug jeans. Assistant, looking like a model, oddly mismatched surroundings - a shabby warehouse that gathered desperate men fleeing the meat grinder of war. 

"This is so surreal. Maybe I'm dreaming? Hope I wake up soon" - though Vik, following all the men into the inner room. It was rather spacious, with a sofa, big desk, laptops and papers on it, the floor was partially covered with piles of cardboard boxes. Behind the desk in a large armchair sat the boss. At least Max introduced him so: "Gentlemen. This is my boss, he knows much more and will lead after, well, short demonstration." Boss didn't bother to tell his name. Although he was shorter than Max, clearly had a beer gut under his blue suit, he radiated certainty. 

 Beside the boss sat a pretty brunette, dressed in a white coat. She somewhat resembled a nurse, specifically a nurse from an adult movie, because of voluptuous hourglass curves, with audacious cleavage between perfectly round tits held snugly by her coat. "My name is Sasha, boys." - she smiled friendly. 

 "Welcome. Soon you all will be safely far away from the madness happening in this country. But what I'm going to tell and show you is strictly confidential. We can't afford any leaks. If you are hesitant - please leave now. If you stay with us - there will be no way back." - said the Boss. 

 Vick exchanged looks with Alex and Yan. Someone sighed. The rest were silent. 

"Okay. Good. No wimps. Let's get to business" - said the Boss. Meanwhile Max locked the door. Sasha moved cardboards from the corner of the room towards men and said: "Please strip down to your underwear. Put your belongings into boxes" 

"What the f.., I'm not here for striptease!" - dudes were clearly pissed by her words. 

"Hush. You can undress here or in front of a medical commission that will prove you are combat suitable. If you prefer that, the door is over there" - said the Boss. 

Nobody left. Guys started unbuttoning shirts and unbuckling belts. Meanwhile, Max came back and explained: "We are not going to leave the country and this place in the usual way. If I just tell you how, you won't believe me it is even possible. That's why I have to show you."

 This was weird. Boss bullied them instead of explaining anything, which only added to Vik's suspicion. However, Max got his attention, when he also pulled his t-shirt off exposing perfectly tanned smooth skin, not a single hair growing on his chest. Blond lad was incredibly well-built, with perfect pecs and shoulders, ripped abs and all the other attributes of a Greek demigod mixed up with a stripper. 

 "As I said, the way we are going to leave this building is hilarious and government goons don't have any idea if it is even possible. You will be deflated, packaged and shipped. Then inflated in Canada. You will cross the borders packaged. It is absolutely safe, not painful at all, quite enjoyable to be honest. I did it myself many times ... ah yes, I'm inflatable. You don't believe me of course, but you'll see" - Max pulled his shorts down, as he explained. His butt was сlad in tight white boxers, toned and perfectly round with one small exception - Vick couldn't help staring and noticed a small bulge in the fabric of boxers on the left butt cheek.

 "So I'm very light, filled with air, I can't catch a flu and I look smoking hot! Speaking of downsides, I lack physical strength, should avoid sharp objects. Windy weather can be a problem, but the biggest issue is hiding my little secret from the normies. It is not so difficult, as you can see, I can pass as a flesh and bone dude. There is one little detail that gives me away, but it is easy to hide under clothes." - said Max as he pulled down his boxers. He didn't take them off completely, just exposed the upper hemispheres of his butt. Now Vik could see a small cylinder made of translucent plastic protruding right there from the skin. Cylinder was capped by a white plastic plug.

 Men stood in the line, all undressed and staring at Max. "Can it be true?". "Bullshit". "But he does look a bit pneumatic indeed...". All their attention was on the inflatable assistant. They didn't notice Sasha, who went behind the line of men, briefly pulling their underwear, touching their asses and sticking something to their skin. Well, of course, dudes turned around and asked questions after being suddenly touched in their intimate zone. Yet Sasha went on giving no explanations. She started from the right flank of the line, while Vik, Yan and Alex were on the left.

 "Yet it is impossible. Looks cool, but it must be just glued to your ass." - said Vik. Maybe he said it a bit too loud and boldly, but Max turned and approached him. 

 "So I see an unbeliever." Max smirked. "It is understandable, as I haven't finished my demonstration yet. In the end big sexy me will fit into this little box." - Max pointed at the cardboard box on the floor with his toe. "And you will help me." Max turned his backside to Vik and ordered. "You think my air plug is fake? Find it out yourself, pull it!"

 Vik poked the plug, tilted the valve left and right. It held perfectly, skin around it went concave and deformed, it certainly didn't feel glued. Puzzled, Vik grabbed Max's butt and squeezed it gently. Skin was soft and pliable, it easily gave in to the pressure of Vik's fingers. So taut, tight, Vik hated to acknowledge it to himself, but he liked the fondling butt of another man.

 "What are you doing? Teasing me?" - Max was somewhat annoyed.

 "I just, well, I'm starting to believe you. Your skin feels like you are inflatable. What if ...?" - Vik didn't finish the question, put his hands on Max's sides and easily lifted him in the air. "Oh fuck, you are so light!"



"Yeah. I weigh less than two kilos. Need to wear heavy shoes if I go out."

 "Okay, I was wrong. Sorry for my skepticism." - Said Vik, putting Max again on the floor.

 "Good. Now stop shirking and uncork me already!"

 Vik pinched the plug between his thumb and index finger. Pulled slightly first, then with more force. Second time it slid out of the valve with a loud "ShhPop" sound followed by hissing. A jet of air blowing out of Max hit Vik's face, fluttering his blond locks. 

 "Ah yesss, finally!" - Max clearly enjoyed his sensations. He still stood on his feet and changes were barely visible, yet he was definitely shrinking. That big buff shoulders, hips, arms getting thinner, he lost some height, as air pressure within him dropped. 

 Vik realized that the plug was still in his hand. "Ouch! I didn't know it was detachable." 

 "No problem. You can keep it as a souvenir." - Max giggled. - "Boss has spare plugs in case some get lost." 

...

 This entire scene kept the attention of Vik and other men in the line. Sasha used this time well - she went behind them, pulling their pants down and slapping little pieces of plastic on the exposed skin. Guys were surprised, and asked questions that Sasha ignored. Then they changed. Losing beer guts, body hair on their chests, bellies and thighs, growing taller, wider in shoulders. Dudes in their thirties became visibly younger. 

 "Oops, what are you doing?" - complained Yan. 

 "Hey! What the fuck!" - cried Alex. 

 Then Vik felt someone touching his ass, the next moment something cold bit his left butt cheek, like a thin needle. Feeling lasted a fraction of a second, then came numbness and tingling spreading from the point. Vik turned around and saw Sasha. Yan and Alex also looked at her.

 "Explain yourself!" - demanded Alex. 

 "No  need to be rude, cutie" - She smirked. - "I just did my job, installed the valves to all of you. It will take about five minutes to fully transform, enjoy your once in lifetime experience" 

 "You can't just stalk men and turn us into... ahh, wow" - Yan started an angry tirade, but his voice changed mid sentence. 

 "You see, I can. It is much faster than asking for individual permissions. We don't have time for all the formalities, your plane is tonight." - said Sasha. - "And one more thing. I just enjoy my work: turning you, guys, from average looking chubby hairy nerds into sexy hunks!"  

 "What? Are you really turning us into inflatables? Like Max? Without even asking? Can you stop it?" - asked Alex. By that time his changes were already visible. Vik could see body hair vanishing from the bellies and thighs of both his friends. With a soft hissing Alex's belly shrank, flattened and turned into perfect sixpacks. Yan's thighs and legs inflated, as he changed, adding him overall height. Vik could feel transformation creeping through his body as well, though he lagged behind his friends. 

 "But she is right, we came here and agreed to their crazy plan. And I must admit, you look much better now." - said Yan. 

 "How can you speak so calmly about it? They are turning us into some kind of walking inflatable..." - Alex was at a loss for words. 

 "Maybe we got trapped, but we were in a bigger trap already anyway. And being inflatable actually suits you " - Vik said. He had conflicting emotions. Building up fear and at the same time excitement. 

 Vik tried to reassure Alex: "You look much better with ripped abs instead of a fat belly." 

 Alex looked down at his chest, where bushes of hair were withering, fatty manboobs gone replaced by shapely pecs. 

 "Yes. You look hot too, Vik, but it is all fake, hollow, don't you understand?! It is not muscles, we are full of hot air, we are like Max, look at what's happening to him now?" 

 Friends turned their heads towards the softly hissing blond assistant. Max somewhat lost height, his buff shape was no more. He tried to stay upright, but his legs softened, creases appearing at his ankles, knees buckling, his arms hanging limp. 

 "Don't worry about me, it is very enjoyable." he said in a low dreamy voice. 

Watching Max deflate, Vik reached behind himself with his left hand and... surprisingly he couldn't find the spot. His arm just refused to bend in a necessary way to reach his upper left butt cheek. 

"Strange, I can't touch my ass. Is... that thing there?" - said Vik, turning his back to his friends and slightly pulling down his boxers. 

Yan looked at him, "It is there, but I see just a white plastic cap, no valve. It looks like it is sunken into your skin."

 "Your ass looks really, uhm, good. Don't get me wrong, I mean if a girl had such a hot ass, I would, well, never mind."  - Alex blushed and couldn't help bulge inflating in his underpants. 

 Yan tried to touch his own plug with similar result: "Er, I just can't reach it. My hand stops and refuses to move further. Maybe it is intended, some kind of precaution. Alex, can you also take a look?" Yan turned his back and pulled his black swims underwear down a little. By that moment he gained at least ten centimeters of height, all his body hair was gone, his curly black locks grew longer now reaching his shoulders, skin changed color getting slight tan and barely visible sheen. 

 "Ah, okay, if you ask, pal." - Alex suppressed his arousal and leaned closer to his friend's backside. "Ouch, you are inflating. Your ass is swelling, getting rounder!" 

 He carefully touched the skin of Yan's butt cheek. "I can feel it stretching under my fingertips. It is like I'm touching a balloon when blowing it up." 

 Alex blushed again. "Sorry pal, I didn't mean anything lewd, just a bit carried away." 

 "No problem, bro, it is understandable. I also am kinda excited. Do you see my valve?" - asked Yan. 

 "Just a white plastic circle on your skin. Let me check, I have an idea." - Alex gently pressed on the skin around the plastic cap. It was taut, yet pliable, easily giving to pressure and caving in. Then with barely audible pop sound valve sprung out. Still capped by white plastic plug, but now much easier to open. Alex pinched the valve, tugged and swayed it a bit. 

"Mmhm, wow, feels incredible, ahh, what are you doing?" - Yan moaned, overwhelmed by sensations. 

 "Careful with this thing. Don't unplug him accidentally." - warned Vik, who was watching the scene.

 "So was it? Do I really have an air valve? It felt fantastic, so sensitive. I think I'm already full of air. So light, so taut and that ambient pressure within is everywhere, even in my head." - he tried to squeeze his head with his hands. His cheekbones were clearly fake now, as they caved under pressure, however his hands and fingers were too soft to plunge deep. 

"If your ahhh valve springed out, be careful. Make sure you are full of air first."

 Three friends turned to Max, who said it. He flopped on the floor already, as his legs folded, head slightly tilted sideways due to loss of pressure in his neck. Blond hunk lost tautness, his legs and feet started to lose shape and flatten. Arms hang limp. Despite his precarious situation he had a serene, dreamy expression. 

He continued, "It is ahhh safe to deflate him, once he is fully transformed and filled with air, no flesh left. If unsure - try lifting your friend."

Alex grabbed Yan by his lovehandles and tried to lift him up. Clearly overestimated the weight of his friend, he slipped and tossed Yan flying. Alex fell backwards, but his new pneumatic rear cushioned the impact. "Dammit, I'm so clumsy." 

 Yan tumbled in the air helplessly waving his limbs, he descended slowly and landed on the floor with a soft thump beside Alex. 

 Vik watched this scene with mixed feelings. Shrinking patches of his normal skin tingled on shoulders, chin, back of his head and his feet - parts most distant from his butt were affected last, as the change spread. He felt the tightness and ambient inner pressure, which Yan mentioned earlier. His body produced low hollow hissing reshaping him from slim and slender posture to buff and pumped: with perfect abs, pecs, wide manly shoulders and biceps, thighs and round butt stretching his boxers. Before he could merely dream about such a body. 

 Yet his new handsome body was fake. He could see how helpless and clumsy his friends become, how Max slowly collapses on the floor losing his shape, his inflatable fists were useless for fighting, he couldn't run on his blown up legs, he couldn't stop the relentless expansion of latex and air replacing his old self with the smooth, tight perfection. 

... 

 Boss, who kept silent and typed something on his computer while everyone in the room underwent weird changes, now turned in his chair to admire the handiwork of his henchmen. "You guys turned out pretty good, didn't you? Too bad we need to ship you away to, well, safety. But we still have a little time left for you to get used to your new bodies. Of course as you are now filled with air, soft to touch and so on you certainly do not belong to the frontline, you are. " - here Boss smiled sleazy - " You are made to make love, not war."

"What do you mean by that?" - asked one of the men. - "Did you just turn us into inflatable fucktoys?" 

 "Relax, Serge, it is all part of the plan and you turned out good, that shiny ass of yours is... 

"Roma, what the fuck are you babbling, oh, you have a boner, you, freak!" - he punched his friend, producing a hollow boom sound, when his inflatable fist bumped into his friend's head. 

 They exchanged a few blows doing absolutely no damage. Then Sergey grabbed his friend's pneumatic shoulder. Wrestling was indecisive as they could do any damage. Sergey tried to twist his traitorous friend's arm, but Roman clearly felt no pain. 

 When both inflatable boys fell on the floor, Sergey pinched his opponent to the ground and sat on top of his stomach. But that wasn't a fair wrestling match. Roma wasn't defeated at all, he freed his right hand from Sergey's grasp and quickly pulled down the blue boxers of his friend. The next moment his fingers grazed the stopper of Sergey's valve. It took him a bit more time to plunge his fingers into his friend's butt, making the valve spring out. To everyone's surprise Sergey stopped fighting, his face brightened from strained to blissful. 

 "Oh, yesss." - said Sergey, arching his back, as Roman pulled the stopper out of his valve. There was a popping sound when the plug was yanked out followed by a loud hissing. 

 Viktor, Yan, Alex and all the other guys watched this scene unfold. Sergey started deflating, barely losing volume in his pumped up muscles yet, but certainly he was doomed to collapse as a useless heap of rubber pretty soon. His near future could be seen - Max lost his definition, folds and creases appeared all over his body, his arms and went almost flat, head tilted sideways. Despite his sorry condition Max didn't seem to worry. Nor did Sergey, on the opposite he clearly enjoyed his first deflation and seemingly didn't mind losing the fight. Vik couldn't help building up arousal at the sight of the deflating guy and sound of his soft moans.

 Viktor shook his head. Something was wrong, apparently, he turned his attention from the disturbing sight of yet another hissing dude to Sasha - the only woman in the room. Her perky sexy butt under the white coat, her thighs, her luscious hair, Vik felt pleasant arousal undressing that girl in his imagination. He also felt a relief: he wasn't into boys, he still liked girls much more.

 Roman stood up from the floor and dropped his deflating friend. - "Come'on are you really enjoying it? You have a hard on!" 

 "Ah, it felt good. Especially in the beginning, when you pulled it. You must try it!" 

 "No, this looks creepy." - Roman shook his head watching at Sergey, who started to lose volume of his muscles.

 In the meantime some other dude wearing red boxers approached Roman from behind and swiftly pulled his plug. There was another soft pop following a hissing sound. Roman turned on his heels.

 "No, ahhh ... give it to me! Plug me! I don't want to deflate!"

 Dude in the red just stepped back holding Roman's plug in his raised hand.

 "Do you want it? Try to get it."

 Then the total mess started, some men tried to back away from the crowd protecting their plugs. Others figured out that offense is the best defense and actively tried to uncork someone else. There was a chorus of hissing and moans.

 Three friends and Sasha stood separately from the other men, watching the naughty chaos from a safe distance. 

 "Do you like your job, Sasha?" - asked Vik approaching her and gently putting his hand on her waist.

 She whispered in his ear - "Oh yeah. Especially this part. Hot boys going phssss and deflating is my favorite thing. Would you like to do me a favor?"



"For you - anything."



"Great, so bring me your friends' plugs and I'll give you won't regret"

 "Backstab my friends? Seriously?"

 "We need to deflate them all anyway, and if you do, I'll kiss you. Deal?"

 Vik nodded and went towards Yan and Alex who stared at the simultaneous deflation of a dozen men.

 "Look at this dude, he's folding up already." - Yan pointed at some dark haired guy that lost too much air and flopped to the floor as his legs were practically useless.

 Alex was about to answer, but felt someone touching his ass. Vik's fingers plunged into the soft pneumatic skin around Alex's valve making it spring out. Yan's valve was already exposed.

 Both guys started to turn around, but it was too late. With two familiar pops their plugs were yanked out, followed by a double hissing.

 "Vik! What the fuck?",  "Hella you doing?" - they cried. Alex tried to catch Vik's arm, but he wasn't fast enough.

 Vik started to run away around the room, followed by the flapping steps of his deflating friends. 

 "No, stop, Vik, don't do it to us..." - pleaded Alex.

 "Wait! That's unfair." - cried Yan.

 Soon their feet started to fail them, Yan stumbled and fell forward. Alex ran a little bit longer, but air pressure within him dropped too much. 

 Yan tried to get up, but his legs and arms were soft, so he barely could. 

"You, traitor!" - cried Alex, crouching towards Vik. 

"No worries, guys. You all will be inflated back again soon. Relax and enjoy your experience." - Vik went back to Sasha. On the way he stepped over deflated Max, who already stopped hissing. Blond guy was now merely a crumpled heap of rubber on the floor. 

Other men in the room were in various stages of deflating, some already losing definition on the floor, others still in their human shape yet already weak.

 "You did good, I really enjoyed that little show of yours." - said Sasha, taking two white plugs from his hand and tossing them into her pocket. 

 "So what about my reward?" 

 "Sure, come here, handsome." 

 She grabbed Vik and pulled him closer, their lips met in a passionate kiss. Her hands caressed his shoulders, back, she went down under his boxers, squeezing his taut inflated butt. 

 Vik became a little nervous, but she didn't let him go, still kissing him. Sasha's right hand reached the sensitive circle around his own valve, her fingers plunged into skin around it, making the valve spring out. She played with it, pressing the plastic stem between her fingers.

 Vic moaned softly, parting his lips from hers. - "Feels so good, but why should you do it so fast?"

 "I'm not deflating you ... yet. Just teasing. I still have some time to play with you, but soon you'll beg me to pull it." - Sasha continued to gently twitch Vik's valve. As he rolled his eyes overwhelmed in pleasure, she leaned to him again. Her pumped up boobs pressed against his taut pecs, his dick inflated tenting up his boxers and pointed at her navel.

 Sasha continued making out with him, kneading his taut backside, rubbing her tummy against his inflated cock and stroking his air valve. She pinched his plug and pulled it slightly. Vik arched his back in anticipation, breaking the kiss, but no hissing followed. 

 "Ahh... Why did you stop?"

 "As I said, I'm just teasing you. Do you want me to actually deflate you?"

 Vik nodded.

 "Then you have to beg" - she winked.

 "Ah please, come on, you are going to deflate me anyway ... ahh" - his words were cut with a loud moan, when she resumed playing with his valve, swaying it up and down, while rubbing her stomach against the tentpole in his boxers.

 "Okay, okay, I beg, please deflate me, finish me, let me become a helpless pile of plastic." 

 "Much better." - with a grin on her lips she gently yanked the plug producing that familiar soft pop sound followed by a flow of air that tickled her fingertips.

 "The one thing that is better than watching hot guys deflating is hugging them in the process."

 So she did. Her hands explored him, squeezing his back and shoulders, his formerly taut skin caved under her arms, giving to the pressure. His face and lips kept shape and pressure, so she continued kissing him suppressing his moans of pleasure.

 Although Vik was pretty busy with the very best experience in his life, he noticed that Boss goes around, picking half deflated boys, squeezing, folding and tossing them into cardboard boxes. He started with Max, who was pretty flat by that time. Other boys still had some air in them. Boss didn't care to fold them perfectly and just pushed half deflated men into boxes.

 Vik felt his legs and arms going soft and hanging limp, but he didn't fall to the floor, as he was supported by Sasha. 

 "Delicious. I think you like it too, don't you?" - asked she, breaking the kiss. 

 Vik nodded. Or was he unable to hold his neck upright?"

 "Good that there was no fighting this time, you boys did all the job for us." - said Sasha.

 "Fighting?" 

 "Yeah, sometimes dolls start to ask stupid questions, resist, try to flee. Your batch of dudes was quite benign." - said Boss, who passed by with yet another pile of semi deflated plastic that used to be a man. 

 "Why did they resist? Aren't you helping us to flee the country?" - Vik suddenly felt very helpless in Sasha's hands. And not in a pleasant way.

 "Of course we help you. But we need to make some profit for ourselves too. Some of the dolls will be sold to wealthy gay men or aging women. If there is no individual buyer, we'll sell you guys to a rental service. Kind of a brothel but with dolls."

 "What? No!"

 "Relax, you can't do anything about it anyway, sweetie." - said Sasha putting her hand on the back of his face and pulling him closer for another kiss.

 Vik continued to lose strength, his chest buckled under the pressure of Sasha's inflated tits. Creases started to appear all over his body. He felt betrayed, now his act of deflating his own friends didn't seem like a harmless prank. They all will be reduced to sort of sexdolls? But at the same time he enjoyed the treatment slowly reduced to an empty rubbery shell in the hands of a beautiful lady.

 Boss finished packing all the other guys. Vik saw him approaching Sasha from behind.

 "I hate to spoil your sweet moment with that lad, but I have to package you too." - Boss pulled Sasha's skirt up, fiddled there a little and immediately Vik heard yet another pop sound followed by hissing.

 It was Sasha's turn to moan, arching her back in pleasure.

 "It was sweet, too bad we are not going to meet again, hope your new life as a fucktoy won't be too bad." - with these words she released him from her embrace, Vik started to slide down over her curvy body and flopped to the floor near her heels.

 "Fucktoy? Sasha, you say it like you are something different. I'll put you and maybe Max too for good use after I finish with the business." 

 "Of course, Boss. I'm always yours for your naughty games"  - Said Sasha, slowly deflating. Her big boobs had already started to shrink.

 Boss picked up Vik from the floor, shook him unceremoniously. Next thing Vik felt was his face pressed against the beer gut of that dude. Air quickly left his head and Vik went unconscious for the rest of the journey to his new life as a fucktoy.