Super Sucker 3

“I can’t believe you didn’t see it!” huffed Jen as Ron opened the door to the little rental house they shared.

“I still think you’re over-reacting,” said Ron, rolling his eyes.  “My folks were nothing but polite, the entire time.”

“Sure.  Polite, considerate... and eyeing me up as the future mother of their grandkids.  All that talk about how cute you and your sister were as a baby...” grumbled Jen.

Ron chuckled as he took her coat and hung it up.  “Shouldn’t that have upset me more than you?  Especially when they brought out the photo album?”

“But you were such a cute baby,” said Jen, smiling despite herself.  “That much, they were right about.  I can see why your sister bailed from dinner early.”

“Yeah, well,” sighed Ron.  “Mom did push her on the grandkids thing for a long time, but I think that ship has sailed.  With the meds she’s on now, pregnancy isn’t really an option.”

“Oh.  That sucks.  Do you want to have kids?”

Ron ran a hand through his hair, and hesitated before answering.  “Someday, yeah.  I’m not even thirty yet, so I’m not in any huge rush.”

“Good.  Because I’m not either.  I am *so* not ready to be a mommy.”

Ron nodded, and added wryly, “I had gotten that impression, yes.  I guess it’s for the best that the relevant bits are currently sitting in my bedside table, then?”

Jen giggled, and tugged Ron toward the bedroom.  “Come on, I got ready in a hurry and didn’t get to see how I looked when you restored me.”

Once the door was shut and the drapes were drawn, Jen tossed her dress aside then shimmied out of her panties.  As she stood in front of the mirror she saw what she always did.  A little too short, a little too much belly, hair that would never do what she wanted.  The one difference was the absence between her legs.  She’d used a ‘make yourself a love tube’ kit more literally than intended, and instead of a mould of her most intimate parts, she’d used the Super Sucker to extract the real thing and glued it into the frame.  The hole it left behind once her hips had been restored was perfectly round, and slightly ribbed.

Jen giggled again.  “I look like a doll.  I could work with this.”

Ron laughed.  “You and sex toys.  If that thing could turn you into an inflatable doll you’d spend all day that way, I bet.”

“Do you think it could?” Jen asked eagerly.

“I...”  Ron’s eyes went distant as he considered it.  “Maybe.  If we hollowed you out like you just did down there, but... all over.  Then we could stuff a big balloon inside you and blow you up until you’re as round as...”  Ron saw the look on Jen’s face.  “What’s wrong?”

Jen stumbled backward and landed heavily on the bed, her hands clutched protectively around her belly.  “Don’t want to be all... bloaty.”

Ron sat beside her and took her hands in his.  “What do you... oh.  Is that why you don’t want to think about kids?”

“I don’t want to end up all fat and ugly,” whispers Jen.  “I hate my body enough already.”

“Jen!  How can you... you have an amazing body.”

“Too short, too fat,” mumbled Jen in a familiar litany.

Ron knelt before her, and kissed her hands.  “That is not what I see.  You have curves, lovely, luscious ones, that I’d love to spend all day running my hands over.”  He traced his hands slowly up her arms, then over her shoulders and down and around to cup her breasts.  “And these are just perfect.”  He kissed one, then the other.  His hands slid lower, caressing the softness of Jen’s middle.  “There is not one thing wrong with you.”

Jen smiled at him through tears.  “Thank you.”

“Though there’s something profoundly weird between your legs.”  Ron held his breath, hoping he’d made the right call.

Jen stared down at him wide-eyed, then she looked down and started giggling.  Ron let out a sigh of relief.  “C’mon, touch me down there,” prodded Jen.  “I want to see how it feels to be a dolly.”

Ron did so, tracing a finger around the lip of the hole.  Jen cooed happily, so he tried probing inside.  “Hey, it’s ribbed in here.  Kinky.”

Jen giggled, and wiggled further up on the bed.  “Give it a try, big boy.”

Several frustrating minutes later Ron rolled off of Jen.  “Well.  That didn’t work.  You’re just too damn big.  Maybe we should get one of those horse-sized vibrators.  Or a pop bottle.”

“Aww, feeling inadequate?”

Ron mock-growled at her.  “I should get another of those kits and put your mouth in it.”

Jen’s eyes went wide.  “You wouldn’t!  Ooooh!  The kit had a tube for holding the mould, it’d be about the right size.”  She tore open the drawer of her beside table and started digging around in it.  With a cry of triumph she held up her prize, a clear plastic tube about an inch and a half in diameter.  It looked like an oversized test tube.

Jen handed the tube to Ron, who was still looking stunned.  “It was a joke, sweetie,” he protested.

“Now erase my head, all but my mouth, pop it in there, and restore it first.”

Ron shrugged, and did as he’d been asked.  Once her lips were inside the tube, touching the sides of the Super Sucker made the tube fill with flesh.  The same gesture repeated by her neck restored her head, absent one significant feature.  “There?  Happy?”

The lips in the tube worked, but no sound came out.  Ron chuckled.  “Cat got your tongue?”

Jen shot him a dark look, but her lips curved into a grin.  She hopped up in front of the mirror again, and studied her reflection.  By working her jaw she could open and close the round hole in her face.  She touched it, then beckoned Ron over and made to kiss him.  That didn’t work especially well, either.

Ron picked up the tube with Jen’s lips in it, and asked, “I wonder if this would fit somewhere else...”  Jen’s eyes widened as he lowered it between her legs, but the lips curved into an even wider smile.  The tube slid into the gap without much resistance.  Ron pushed her to the bed then gave her a proper if highly unusual kiss.  Which became rather more when the other loose bit of Jen got involved.

* * *

Restoring Jen’s lips to their rightful place was simply a matter of erasing them (along with the tube and a chunk of her hips) then restoring in the proper place.  Restoring her other bit using the same method failed.  Ron carefully tried again, erasing all but a tiny bit of Jen’s most sensitive flesh before trying to restore from it.  The love tube reformed.

“I’m stumped,” said Ron.  “I guess the glue is making you part of the tube, rather than... well, part of you.  Getting you out of there isn’t going to be easy.”

“As I’ve already said a bunch of times, I don’t care.  C’mon, you’ve been fondling my bits for half an hour now, finish the job.”

“But how are we going to get you out?  Worse, what if the rest of you gets erased?  You’ll be stuck.”

Jen grinned up at him ferociously.  “Good.”

“Good?  We can’t even have normal sex any more, and you think that’s good?”

“Bah.  Just carve away a bit more down there, and fit the whole thing in me like you did with my lips.”

Ron sighed, but did so.  Once he was done, there was a slight raised circle of rubber visible around Jen’s bits, but otherwise she looked mostly normal.  Jen pressed at her groin.  “I feel weird.  A little bloated.”

“Hey, that could...  Mind if I try something?  It involves erasing most of your arms and...”

“You had me at erasing my arms,” Jen interrupted with a grin.

“It also means temporarily erasing most of your chest,” noted Ron with a grin.

“Better and better.”

Ron set to work with a will, first using the Super Sucker to lop Jen’s arms off then reduce each arm to a disc of flesh from just below the shoulder.  A light touch of restoration turned each into a fleshy sphere.  Ron juggled them from one hand to the other, making Jen giggle.  “So what are these in aid of?” she asked, when Ron set them down on the bed.

“You’ll see.”

The next part took some creative erasing and restoring to get to the point Ron wanted.  Most of Jen’s lower torso was gone, and there were large pockets in behind her breasts.  Ron tucked the arm-spheres into those pockets, and carefully started restoring Jen to close the pockets up.  Carefully working downward he restored the rest of Jen’s body as well.

“Great.  So now my arms can’t be restored?” Jen inquired, wriggling her shoulders.

“Shouldn’t be, no...”  Ron moved the flat black rectangle of the Super Sucker to each shoulder, and restored what he could.  That left short bits of arm each ending in deeply concave cup.  Jen pronounced it creepy, and Ron erased them again.

“But keeping your arms from being restored, at least until I erase your chest... that’s not why I did it,” said Ron.

“You’ve got something extra clever in mind.  Stop showing off and get on with it.”

“As you wish.”  Ron brought the Super Sucker so close to Jen’s right breast that it erased the nipple.  When he touched the sides to restore what was missing, the carved-away flesh returned, and her breast swelled.  As he pulled it away, Jen stared down in surprise.  “Oh.  My.  God.  You gave me a boob job with that thing?  And part of my arm?”

Instead of answering, Ron applied himself to her other breast.  “There.  Now you’re balanced again.”

“Mm.  Trading my arms for bigger boobs?  Hell yeah.  C’mere, big boy.”

“We could do it elsewhere, too.  Use your legs to grow your...”

Jen saw where he was looking.  “Oh hell no.”

“You’d be able to see what you would be like if you were pregnant.  Can’t you see it would be...”

“No!  Put that damn thing down.  Play with my boobs instead.”

Ron set it aside, chuckling.  “You were less bossy when your mouth was in a tube.”

Jen smiled up at him fetchingly.  “I can think of better things to do with our mouths.”

* * *

It was three days before Jen asked Ron to put her arms back, and that only because she had a shift at work.  Three days of Ron’s cooking, and feeding her bite by bite.  She loved the attention, but did admit once she was back to normal that her enormous breasts has been hard on her back.

“So you’d prefer them when you were stuck on your back, hm?” asked Ron.

Jen grinned and gave him a scorching kiss.  “If you weren’t a stick in the mud about going to work yourself, I’d have you do that to me right now.  I’ll be your big-breasted fucktoy whenever and as long as you want.”

“I’ll find something else to use as the inserts, though,” mused Ron.  “It was weird to feel muscle and bone in there.”

“Maybe something lighter?” asked Jen, and then she was out the door.

Ron bought a package of balloons and some small beach balls on the way home from work.  Jen immediately grabbed for the latter, and at her urging Ron managed to install the beach balls with the valves exposed.  They were a little crooked, one pointed off to the side and the other was near the top of her breast.  Instead of fully restoring Jen’s breasts, Ron left them hollow.

Jen posed with her deflated breasts in front of the mirror, giggling.  “Wow, I look like a doll.  I love it!  Blow me up, big boy!”

Ron didn’t have to be asked twice.  Jen egged him on until her breasts were bigger than they’d been before, though not nearly as big as the balls could go.  “I hate saying this,” said Jen once he’d stopped, “but could you let a little air out?  They’re stretched too tight.”

“Does it hurt?” asked Ron in concern.

“A little.  I think I could get used to it, but I wouldn’t have any fun.  And that’s the point, right?”

Ron nodded.  “Right.  Well, and to play with this sex toy fetish of yours.”  He let a little air out of the valves, and Jen sighed with relief.  Then pounced.  Her breasts needed refilling twice more that night.

* * *

Jen kept the beach balls for the next three days, going to work with just enough air in her breasts to make her bra fit.  Well, maybe a little more air than was strictly necessary, and a little more each day.  She bought a larger bra for the third day.

Each night she was able to get her breasts a little bigger, to appreciative noises from Ron.

At the end of her abbreviated work week, Jen was even bouncier than usual.  “I’ve got the next four days off.  Time to lose my... everything.”

“Everything?”

“After the mindless drudgery of the empty store, I want to be your mindless toy.  Your choice, as long as my legs and head are gone.”

Ron grinned, and handed the Super Sucker to Jen.  “Knock yourself out.”  That got a laugh from Jen, and a moment later she tumbled to the bed, headless.

Ron snorted.  “Yeah.  I should have figured.”  He made quick work of her legs, then had fun with the rest of her.

Jen stayed that way for another three days.  Ron knew his sweetie well, and was hardly surprised at all when she complained about having her head back.

“You have work tomorrow.  I thought you should have one night’s normal sleep.”

“Bah.  Do I have to?”

“Yes.  I need to travel again in a week, and I want to see your smiling face before I go.”

“Again?” whined Jen petulantly.  “But it hasn’t even been a month since the last time.”

“I know, I know.  I can’t control when the machines fritz out, and our customer is paying a lot for our services.”

“Does that mean a bonus?”

Ron laughed.  “I wish.  After all this I’m due a raise, if nothing else.  I think we’re close to a real fix to the problem.”

“Great!  I just wish I could go with you.”

“So do I, sweetie.  So do I.  I’m driving again, so I could take part of you...” Ron said with a wide grin.

Jen grinned back.  “And this time, you’ll bring all your bits.  This might be the best road trip ever.”

When it came time to leave, Ron made sure that Jen’s home-made love tube was packed very safely in the middle of his bag.  He gave her a kiss, waved, and headed off.

As they had on the previous trip, Ron called her every night.  This time they could have much more satisfying phone sex, and Ron slept very well indeed every night.

What worried him was that Jen didn’t quite seem herself on the calls.  Each night they lapsed into wordless sex more and more quickly once he called, with Jen refusing to talk about her day at work.  He suspected she’d stopped going.  Then one night, he got the answering machine.

“You know what I’ve done,” said Jen’s recorded voice.  “I’m your toy now.  Have fun!”

Ron stared down at the flesh and plastic in his hand.  “I hope you didn’t erase everything...”

His misgivings didn’t stop him from making good use of his sweetie.  Knowing that she’d turned herself into this made it even more intense.  His sleep that night was plagued with dreams of incomplete figures and radical reductions.  Simple things, simple parts.  He woke in the morning with fresh inspiration, and attacked the problem from a completely new angle.

Armed with his elemental inspiration, Ron tore the control unit down as far as possible, and started testing every single component.  Every resistor, every inductor, every diode.  It was the latter that rewarded him.  The control boards had been assembled incorrectly, and one single diode was backward.  Ninety-nine percent of the time or more it had no impact at all, but in certain edge cases...  A minute’s work with a soldering iron later, plus two hours reassembling the unit, and it was working flawlessly.

Ron returned home in triumph, or as much triumph as an engineer ever manages.  An approving “Well Done” from his boss was a rare and treasured thing, and he got that and more.  The service calls had been costing the company a bundle, and once his fix checked out, his boss had approved a substantial raise.

When Ron burst through the door of his house, voice ringing with his excitement, he remembered.  Jen wouldn’t be able to hear him.  He searched thoroughly, and all he found was a note beside the Super Sucker.  “Yes, I did.  I love you.”

Ron searched high and low, hoping against hope that Jen had left some little bit out of the Super Sucker.  A tidbit of finger, or a toe.  The smallest fleck would do, but all his sweeps with the Super Sucker failed to find anything to restore from.

For a time, Ron despaired.  Then he sat down at the table, Super Sucker sitting to one side, the flesh tube to the other.  There had to be a solution.  He’d tried some tests before, but hadn’t had this kind of need driving him.  He wanted to see Jen’s face again, to tell her the good news.  And so he tinkered.  He erased thin sections of the tube away, trying to expose the glue holding his lover in her silicone prison.  To his surprise, the glue was starting to degrade.  Tugging at it carefully pulled small bits free like scabs.  Unfortunately only the edge that had been exposed to air was failing, so he was only able to free a tiny bit of her.  It wasn’t enough to restore her, though he tried several times.  The tube flowed into place as soon as he started restoring her, no matter what he tried.

So he sent the glue fragments to a lab for analysis.  Even using his first month’s worth of raise to rush the result still left him cooling his heels for a week.  The results were worth it, as they contained information on how to dissolve the glue.  The safest method when skin bonding was involved was to use more of the same glue, then thoroughly rinse with warm soapy water.

It was a painstaking process, using the Super Sucker to carve away a small bit at a time, then working on the exposed ring of glue.  It took Ron two full nights to finish, and when he tried to restore Jen, the damned tube came back as well.

Ron almost gave up at that point.  He swore up and down, borrowing words from old TV shows and other languages.  Then he picked Jen up, stormed off to the bedroom, and made extensive use of her.  After a good night’s sleep, he realized that she’d felt different.  Loose.  Poking and prodding around the edges of the tube revealed that while he’d removed much of the glue, he’d been overly hasty and left rings of it behind.

It took four more days to free Jen, but finally the tube emerged in his hands, whole and empty.  With shaking hands he pressed the sides of the Super Sucker once more.  Jen’s most intimate bits emerged, followed by her hips.  Ron shouted his glee, and swiftly restored the rest of her, leaving her head until last.

Jen stared at Ron uncomprehendingly.  He didn’t care, he hugged her and kissed her as ferociously as he ever had.  She kissed back, and they ended up in bed and sweaty before she ever tried to speak.

“Why?”

“Because I love you.  Not just your bits.  Which you need to have looked at, there’s an angry red ring around them where the glue was.  It’s not safe to use for months on end.”

Jen sighed.  “I just want to go back inside.”

“Why?  Was what we just had so bad?”\

“No!  It was good.”

“Just good?” asked Ron, hurt.

Jen gave him a weak shove.  “You know what I mean.  I love making love to you.  It’s the rest of my life that sucks.  I’m stuck in a dead end job that most of the time I hate.  If I’m a toy, I don’t have to go back.”

Ron snorted.  “You’ve missed a month of work.  I don’t think they’ll have you back anyway.”

“They will for the next rush.  Which is Christmas, granted, but that’s enough of an in that I can get regular hours again afterward.”

“Don’t go back, then.”

Jen flopped back on the bed.  “Then what?  I suppose I could try exotic dancing.  Bah, I’d still be on my feet all shift.”

Ron tried to look shocked, tried to look severe.  Instead he cracked a grin, and started to laugh.  “That’s your complaint about stripping for a living?  Your legs won’t take it?”

Jen threw a pillow at him.  “I’ve done it before.  Got pretty good at it, but some of the guys are just so God-damned creepy.  Two stalkers later, I went back to retail.”

Ron sat up in bed, and stared at her.  “Really?  You’ve got the body for it.  C’mon, show me.”

“Ronnnn...”

“Please?”

Jen rolled her eyes.  “Puppy dog eyes don’t work if you’re a grown man.”

“Fine.  What if I pay you?”

Jen blinked.  “Pay me... to dance?”

“To dance just for me.  Not for anyone else.  I’d keep you on retainer, and expect some housework on the side...”

Jen rolled to hands and knees, her breasts swaying fetchingly as she stared intensely at Ron.  “Are you serious?”

“Yes.  I got a huge raise after the last trip.  Fixed the problem for good.  No more field-work, enough money to buy a house and support a family.”

“Woah, woah, hold your horses on the house and family.  Let’s get back to the first offer.  I dance for you, tidy around the house, and make dinner.  That’s the deal?”

“In addition to our usual... activities.”  At Jen’s protest, Ron raised a hand.  “I’m not paying for sex.  You’d be free to say no.”

Jen snorted.  “As if.  Can I still be your fucktoy at night?”

“Yes.  On one very important condition.”

“Name it,” said Jen, warily.

“No more glue.  And you really should get that looked at.”

“Fine.  I’ll do it.  Get it looked at, I mean.  The other...”

“I’ll write something up.  We can discuss it later.  Just... promise me no more glue?”

“No more glue,” agreed Jen, cuddling up against Ron.  “I feel so itchy down there it’s not funny.”

* * *

The doctor had some pointed questions that Jen faked embarrassment to avoid answering, but finally gave her a prescription for some anti-inflammatories and reassurance that the swelling would go down in time.  No permanent damage had been done... this time.  Jen swore to him that there wouldn’t be a next time.

Resolving the agreement was even simpler.  Ron handed her a piece of paper in his best handwriting.  Jen read it out loud.

“Jen promises to keep the house clean, cook dinner, and never ever try to permanently become a sex toy.  In return she will be paid a sum of...”  Jen looked up at Ron.  “Are you serious about this?  That’s more than I made at my old job.”

“Yes.  The next bit notes you’ll pay your share of expenses, which takes a big bite out.  Still leaves you a little less than half of that to spend as you see fit.  Saving some for vacations and such might be a plan, too.  You won’t need to pay airfare...” teased Ron with a grin.  “I’ll bring you along in my carryon.”

“Wow.  That’s still... way more than I had to spend when I had my own apartment.  What do you get out of this?”

“You.”

Jen smiled, but her question had an edge to it.  “As some kind of live-in maid?”

“I was thinking more like a 50’s housewife.”

Jen arched an eyebrow.  “Was that a proposal?”

“Do you want it to be?” asked Ron softly.

“I... not yet.”  Jen turned to the page again.  “Jen will get weekends, one week per month, and one month per year vacation in a reduced form of her choosing.”  She tilted her head, then shook it.  “Nope.  Can’t agree to that.”  She grabbed Ron’s pen, and crossed out one word.  “In a reduced form of Ron’s choosing.  Much better.  I’d just like one more thing.”

Ron smiled relievedly.  “Just one thing?  Shoot.”

“I get to use the Super Sucker on you at least one weekend per month.”

Ron looked over at it, and bit his lip.  “That’s...”

“Fess up.  You enjoyed that night as my toy,” wheedled Jen.

“Yes... it’s kind of scary letting you have that kind of power over me.  You really want this?  And you’ll agree to the whole thing if we add it?”

“Yes.”

Ron added to the note.  “Jen may use the Super Sucker on Ron as she sees fit one weekend per month.”  Then he signed it, and held it out to her.

Jen read it over one more time.  “This isn’t a remotely legal contract, you know.”

“Yeah.  And?”

Jen signed.  “I don’t care.”

They lived happily ever after, with Jen spending nights, weekends, and a week per month as Ron’s headless toy.  They even got a few more of the love tubes, but all the glue got destroyed as soon as the kits arrived.

After three months, Jen asked if she had to wait the full year before taking her month.  Ron figured she’d lived up to the agreement so far, so once per calendar year seemed fair.  Jen eagerly took the month right there and then.

Ron worked on her form carefully.  Though Jen had spent some nights in the love-heart form with her hips carved away, it wasn’t Ron’s favourite.  He’d come to miss her bum when it wasn’t there, and insisted on retaining it if she was going to be ‘gone’ for a month.

Jen turned and waggled her rump at him.  “It is a fine ass.  I can see your point.  And it does say a form of your choosing.”

“Exactly.  So hop that ass up on the bed so I can erase your legs, arms and head.”

“Yessir!”

It was a lovely month for both of them.  Ron was tempted to let it stretch into two, or maybe even three, except for one little detail.  One little but growing detail.

When Jen was restored, she stared down at her rounded belly.  “What the hell is the big idea?  I told you never to do that to me.”

“That’s not the Super Sucker’s doing, sweetie.  I did an ultrasound last week. I’m no professional, but you’re about six months along.”

“I’m pregnant?  I can’t be pregnant, I’m on the pill.”

“And when you spent a week as my love-heart after Valentine’s Day, were you taking it?”

“Uh... no.  I’m really pregnant?”

Ron nodded, looking worried.  “Are you mad?”

Jen burst into tears, which made Ron even more alarmed.  He hugged her tight, and whispered reassurances.  Jen pulled away from him, then kissed him hard on the lips.  “I’m going to be a mommy.” she whispered back.

“Jen?”

“I’m going to be a mommy!”  Her grin was almost manic.

“Are you okay?”

Jen nodded eagerly.  “A year ago I would have been spitting nails.  But I can feel it.  This is right.”

“Good.  Because I think we need to renegotiate our agreement.”  Ron set a much more formal looking document on Jen’s lap.

Jen started reading.  “Ron?  This is a marriage license.”

Ron set a ringbox on top of it.  “Yes.”

Jen grinned up at him.  “YES!”

THE END