Dear Lya,

First off, congratulations on your 22nd birthday! It’s hard to believe my little girl has grown into such a wonderful woman, but the proof is right in front of me! I love you very much, and wish you many good years to come. I do wish that this was a simple birthday letter, but unfortunately, I do have to be a bit serious here.

Because you’re now 22, a certain trait that has been with our family for generations will have now become active in you. Every woman in the family, at this age, develops a magical ability. It might seem a bit far fetched, but please, trust your mother on this one. I don’t know what your ability will be, it’s limitations or it’s strengths. Unfortunately, I don’t see the future - that was my great grandmother’s power, not mine. But I know you’ll have one, and you’ll have to learn how to use it.

Whatever it turns out to be, be careful with it. I know you would never use it for bad reasons, but it can be intoxicating when first discovered. Don’t use it to do something you’ll later regret. I hope it turns out to be a fun one that you can show me next time I visit~

The letter went on for a while in pleasantries and mundane details, but Lya hardly noticed it. She reread the first few paragraphs again and again and again, trying to make sense of them, to see if there were any double meanings or references she had missed in her first read through. But no, her mother had come out and said it plain as day: You have magical powers, figure it out.

It had been days since her 22nd birthday, and life had gone on as normal. There hadn’t been any strange incidents or sudden transformations that she’d noticed. Nothing weird or out of the ordinary, just day to day mundanity. Until she’d received this letter. “That’s some sense of humor you have…” Lya muttered to herself, rereading the letter once again. It couldn’t be possible, right? People didn’t just have magical powers, and she’d certainly never seen the like from her mother.

She put down the letter, and tried to get back to her day. It was a day off, and she wanted to enjoy it. But she’d not left it for thirty minutes before she started to think about it again, to consider what it could mean, the possibilities. How could she figure out whether she had some power, and even if she did have one, how would she know how to trigger it?

As she was considering this, laying back on her couch, she didn’t notice the change that was happening beneath her. She pressed her hands into the couch and thought about her magic. Rapidly, the couch morphed beneath her, the brown fabric rippling and changing. It was only when she sat up, planning to go reread the letter, that she felt the texture of the couch had changed. “What…?”

Looking down at the couch, it… well, it wasn’t really a couch anymore. It’s surface felt like plastic, squelching and bending wherever Lya touched it. It had lost most of it’s shape, instead being round. It looked and felt almost like a balloon, but Lya had been sitting on it just seconds before, so it evidently wasn’t as fragile as most balloons. “What on earth…?” Lya muttered.

Had she just… turned the couch into a balloon? It certainly hadn’t been one before, and she didn’t own anything like this she could have accidentally sat on. Which meant that this had happened while she was sitting on it. She’d turned it into a balloon.

She did have magical powers. But what was the extent of them? Just making objects into balloons was… well, it was a magical ability, but it wasn’t all that dramatic. How far did the power extend? Could she change people? Did she have to be touching things to change them? Could she do things besides balloons? If she could, what were the boundaries? Could she change it back to normal? These questions and dozens more flew through her head.

Could she reverse changes? She had to know before she started to experiment. How would she even start? She rested her hand on the former couch and tried to think about what it had looked like when she sat down, thinking about it changing back. When she opened her eyes again, the couch was back to normal.

She knew she wasn’t imagining things. Everything was back to normal now, but she had felt the couch as a balloon, felt the plastic texture and everything. It had really happened… she had to go tell someone, to have someone with her to figure it out. An idea popped into her head immediately. She took a bag and left the house in a rush.

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“...And then I came running here, to talk to you.” Lya finished, taking a sip of her drink and looking across the table.

“...So let me get this straight. You got a letter from your mother.”

“That’s right.”

“She said you had magic powers.”

“Correct.”

“And then you turned your couch into a balloon by accident.”

“And then turned it back, yes. I just went over this, Mini.”

Chrisi, nicknamed ‘Mini’ by her friends, drummed her fingers on the table as she thought about it. “You’re one of my best friends, and I obviously want to believe you,” she said, “But… you know what they say about extraordinary claims.”

Lya had come over to Mini’s house out of nowhere, not even thinking to call ahead. She’d been frantic when she burst in, rambling about magic and balloons, until Mini took her inside and offered her something to drink while she calmed down. Then, Lya had launched into the odd story of her strange morning, and now they were sitting across from each other again, with Mini trying to process it.

“I understand… I need to prove it.” Lya nodded to herself, and looked around for something to change. She didn’t know the extent of her abilities, so now seemed as good a time as ever to practice it by trying to change something different. She found something she was reasonably sure wouldn’t be missed if she messed up, just one of the couch cushions. “I don’t know if the size or shape of what I’m changing matters, or if it can just turn into any balloon - or even if it’s just balloons…”

She shook her head. Enough talking, time to do something. She put her hands on the cushion, and thought about what she wanted. She closed her eyes and focused, feeling the material shift and change beneath her fingers. When she opened her eyes, the pillow had changed, turning red and becoming a heart shaped balloon.

“...Ok, either you’ve learned some serious sleight of hand, or that was magic.” Mini admitted. “That was so cool!”

“It’s kinda silly, honestly, just turning things into balloons…”

“It’s still literal magic!” Mini said, standing up. “What kind of things can you do? Can you use it on people? Can you do different kinds of inflatable things or just balloons?”

“I… I think it’s different kinds, but just inflatable things… that’s the sense I get, or else this would have turned into something else… I don’t know if it works on people though…”

“Wanna try it out?” Mini suggested.

“...As in… use it on someone?”

“As in, use it on me! You said you could turn your couch back to normal, right? I don’t see why you couldn’t turn me back when you’re done. I’ve read stories about this kind of thing before!”

“What would I even change you into?” Lya asked incredulously.

“How about a blow-up doll? Something human-y shaped like that won’t be too hard.” Mini nodded to herself.

“Isn’t that a bit… lewd?”

“You read the same stories I do, Lya, I know you’d enjoy it. Think of it as practice for when you turn me into something more to your tastes~” Mini giggled.

She wasn’t lying - Lya did read transformation stories, particularly inanimate transformation, and rather enjoyed them. But there was a line between fantasy and reality that she was surprised to find her friend so eager to cross. That being said… she did have to try and figure out how her power worked, so she might as well try it in a fun way. “If you’re sure about this…” she said.

Lya rested a hand on her friend's shoulder and concentrated once again, closing her eyes and imagining what she wanted to happen. At first, she thought nothing was happening. “Ah… guess it doesn’t work on people, huh?” she said. Mini didn’t respond.

Lya opened her eyes, and gasped as she saw that Mini’s face had changed dramatically. It was still clearly her, but her features seemed painted on, her skin looking like plastic. Even her long brown hair was a solid, immobile mass. Her mouth, rather than a normal kind of expression, had formed into a gaping O shape, permanently open and waiting for anything to enter. As she watched, the plastic texture descended down Mini’s body, turning flesh to plastic. And as she watched, the plastic parts started to deflate before her eyes.

Chrisi, meanwhile, was enjoying the change thoroughly. It felt weird to have her body turning to plastic, but far from bad. It felt like the sort of feeling one gets from a good stretch, extended indefinitely. It was also strange to feel her body being hollowed out wherever the plastic reached, flesh and bone and blood vanishing to be replaced by emptiness. Strangest of all was deflation, turning flat and inanimate. But all of it felt good. All of it felt really good.

The transformation progressed down her arms and chest. Her breasts perked up as they became perfectly spherical and stiff, and then deflated along with her chest as her upper skeleton no longer kept her body in it’s shape. As it reached her hips, it became clear that it was not just turning her into an inflatable version of herself, but exaggerating her proportions to the unrealistic, inhuman figure that would make a sex doll unmistakeable as anything but. Her top started to sag down around her impossibly narrow waist, leaving the half transformed woman’s upper half exposed to Lya’s viewing. Mini hoped she liked the view, because while she could no longer speak or move her body, she was certainly enjoying the experience.

Lya was part freaked out, part fascinated watching Mini continue to transform and deflate. From the hips up, she was indistinguishable from an average blow up doll, but for the moment she still stood on human legs. This rapidly began to change, as her thighs blew up while they became plastic, and then promptly deflated. Her pants and panties sagged down, exposing the open hole where her genitalia had once been, gaping and waiting for something to enter it. Lya could now hear the whistle of escaping air, and looked around to find an open plug on her rear end.

As the transformation reached its conclusion, Mini’s feet becoming oblong and useless before deflating, the newly minted blow up doll fell over. Being an inanimate object, it couldn’t stand on its own. Mini wondered if it was done, unable to look at herself but not feeling further transformation. As if prompted by the question, an unseen force took hold of her. She found herself folding and folding, into a neat little rectangle, and then the world went dark.

Of course, the reason it went dark wasn’t anything necessarily sinister, but the fact that her now useless clothes had hardened and transformed as well, becoming a box that contained the deflated doll. Lya blinked in surprise. The box depicted Mini in human form, smiling and waving, alongside an image of her new form, blown up and ready for play. It was largely unlabeled, the only words on the box being her full name.

Lya stared for a few moments in shock. It worked, Mini had been transformed completely. Lya opened the box, and emptied the contents, finding her friend neatly folded and a small air pump to help blow her up. Moving on autopilot and not really thinking about what she was doing, she proceeded to do just that.

While Mini couldn’t express it, she felt real good as she was blown up. It was a strange, but immensely pleasurable feeling, to be filled up with air. Her body stretched and strained, expanded to its limits as the air filled her. She expanded and inflated until she was at full size, sitting with hands raised and legs out, displaying her open holes and giving easy access to anywhere someone might want to make use of.

Lya eased off the air. The packaging did say that Mini was indestructible, but Lya wasn't planning to test that theory. “Can you still hear me, Mini?” she asked. Of course, while Mini could, she couldn’t respond. “...Right, inanimate object…”

“...Am I interrupting something?” A voice behind her said. Lya whirled around, finding the owner of the voice - a red haired young woman was standing at the door, watching with confusion. “I know you’re friends and all, but a custom doll… does she know about this?”

“Jess!” Lya practically shouted her friend’s name, before clapping a hand over her mouth. Too loud, too loud. “Jess, it’s not what it looks like…”

“That’s good, because it looks like you’ve got a blow up doll of our friend,” Jess said flatly, “and were about to do stuff with it in her home.”

“Well, it’s, uh, hard to explain… this is Mini…”

“Yeah, I can see what it’s supposed to be.”

“No, I mean, this actually is Mini. Where’s that letter I got…” she rummaged through her pockets for a moment before handing her mother’s letter to Jess.

“...Magic.”

“...Yes. I can turn things into, uh, balloons… and apparently other inflatable things, seeing as Mini’s a blow up doll now…”

Jess sighed. “...Sure, that makes sense.”

“No, seriously!” Lya protested, “I can prove it! I’ll just turn her back…”

She placed a hand on the blow up doll’s thigh, sending a shock of pleasure through Mini, and tried to concentrate on what she wanted. But nothing happened. She didn’t turn back, or even move all that much. The blow up doll stayed as it was, open and eager for use but no more human than it had been thirty seconds before.

“...Are you feeling ok, Lya? Because you’re talking like a madwoman.” Jess said flatly.

“Now I’m not, now I’m worried that I can’t turn her back… when I changed her she came packaged in this thing-”

“Look, maybe you should lie down…”

Lya groaned with her frustration, before taking the balloon she’d made earlier and reverting that into a couch pillow. “Look, see, proof. Now help me think of how to turn her back.”

Jess stared. It had been quick, but that balloon had definitely transformed in front of her.

“...Maybe there’s something to it after all…” she said slowly, some new, fun ideas forming in her head as she spoke… she hadn’t expected her friend to really have magical powers... “Alright, what happened when you changed her? I just saw you can usually just change it back at a touch…”

“She deflated, and her clothes turned into the box over there and the pump inside…” Lya trailed off, thinking.

“Then maybe just deflate her again and put her back?”

Lya blinked. She… hadn’t really considered that option. It seemed counterintuitive, to make her less humanoid when trying to make her more human. But just touching her like she did with the pillow evidently didn’t work. Lya took a deep breath and nodded. She pulled the plug out on Mini’s air-hole, the whine of rapidly escaping air filling the room as the doll deflated and flattened once more.

Mini found herself… oddly disappointed that she hadn’t been properly used. She wasn’t in that kind of relationship with Lya, but as a blow up doll, it was only right for her to be used like one... was there a mental component in the transformation?

Once she was good and flat, Lya folded her up again and stuffed her and the pump back into the box she’d come in. “Yeah, she was folded up like this… I’ll try and turn her back now…” Lya said. She put a hand on the box and focused once more, on how Mini usually looked.

This time, she felt the change coming. The box disassembled itself, and the scraps turned back into Mini’s clothes, leaving the doll to fall to the ground still deflated. From there, it was like the earlier transformation played in reverse. Mini unfolded and stretched out flat on the ground, and started to inflate from the feet up. Whenever something reached it’s full size, the stretched plastic reverted to human flesh. Centimeter by centimeter, Mini became human again, and her clothes pulled themselves onto her body. When the change was complete, she blinked and sat up, taking a deep breath.

Lya was worried that she’d be mad, that she would be in pain or be otherwise had had a traumatic experience. But far from it, she smiled brightly. “That was crazy!” she said, “It was just like in all those stories we read! Except for the part where you didn’t actually proceed to have sex with the blow up doll, that wasn’t how it usually turns out was it?”

Jess, for her part, rubbed her eyes to make sure she knew what she was seeing. “...You know, I wondered if the balloon was a trick, but I don’t think that was.”

“Oh, hi Jess!” Mini said cheerfully, waving to her friend. “Yeah, Lya has magic powers now! We have got to play around with them some, don’t we? It’s so cool…”

“I’m just glad I figured out how to turn you back to normal, honestly…” Lya sighed, falling against the couch. “Maybe we should be a bit… careful. Even if that was kinda fun, knowing you could turn back.”

Jess grinned. “Well, it’s not like it’s a power with much practical use. If we’re not going to have some fun with that, then what’s the point of having it?”

“You’re… not wrong…” Lya admitted. “What sort of idea do you have?”

“Well, now that you’ve done a bit of testing, why not have a bit of fun? I know that Lya has some preferred kinds of transformation that we could try out…”

“Ooooh, one of those human-ish pooltoys!” Lya said, getting to her feet. “Wouldn’t that be fun? You could take turns sitting on me in the pool, it would be-”

“Just like one of those stories, we know.” Jess finished for her. “Well, how about it Lya? Feeling up for it?”

Lya wanted to say no, kinda. It wasn’t really something you should play around with, right? But Mini seemed excited, and Jess wasn’t wrong - if she wasn’t going to use it for enjoyment, what would her power be used for? She had it, so she might as well enjoy it. She wondered if her mother did have magic, but like her own it was the sort that wasn’t really useful for anything…

“...Fine, let’s do it. Any special requests for pool-toy form?”

“I guess… make it so I don’t look like me? I don’t want people asking questions like Jess did if they see you… oh, maybe all purple and fantastical. If I’m not going to be a human, might as well make sure I couldn’t be mistaken for one~!” Mini said.

“I’m looking forward to this one…” Jess said.

“Alright, alright. And again…” Lya put a hand on Mini’s shoulder, and the transformation began once again. For the most part, it proceeded the same as the previous time, with the woman turning to plastic as she deflated before their eyes. Jess watched with utter fascination, struggling not to reach out and feel Mini and get a more tactile feel of the transformation.

Once again, Mini’s face became painted on, her hair part of her body, her clothes sagging down to become a box. Once more, she hollowed out and deflated, falling limply to the ground. But this time, there was something different. Mini glistened with a mirror sheen, and Lya could swear she felt a little different to the touch - waterproofing? In addition, she seemed to start to… grow, in places. Her breasts and bottom ballooned in size, enough so that the change was visible even while she was completely deflated. Even her head gained a bit of size. Her body seemed to almost shimmer as another change occurred - her pale plastic seemed to darken, the deflated pooltoy changing color until it was a pinkish purple, while her hair changed to become a deep blue. The request to be unidentifiable seemed to be fulfilled - nobody would mistake her for a human being, to be sure.

Finally, Mini was once again packaged inside of the box with her new form, her real self, and her name on the front. With the picture of her current form all blown up on the box, it was clear to see that she’d been changed to look like your stereotypical beach bombshell in pool-toy form, and that she’d grown well large enough for someone to comfortably sit on, with her rear end acting as a cushion and her now quite enlarged bosom helping to keep her balanced and giving something else fun to grab.

“Wow…” Jess said. “You really have some control over this, huh?”

“Apparently. I just made her look like the first image to pop into my head when she said she wanted to look like someone else.” Lya said, stretching. It was a bit odd, the comparative quiet with Mini no longer in the room. Or well, she was, just unable to speak. Mini had seemed to enjoy the first time, but she wondered if that was honest or just her trying not to make Lya feel bad.

“Well then… guess I’m next, right?” Jess asked. “Just for clarity, whatever you’re touching turns into what you’re thinking of, right? Can you stop in the middle of it?”

“Yeah, pretty much. And… I don’t think so? I couldn’t take my hand off of Mini until she was done changing.” Lya said. She wondered why Jess had asked the question…

“Sure, good, let’s do it. I’m thinking… hey, you know those big balloon things you like in stories? The ones that are durable enough to, well, play with, so to speak? Why not one of those?”

Lya thought about it for a second, then nodded. “...Sure, I think I can do that.”

“Mmhm. Big, red, with a design of me on it.” Jess confirmed.

Lya reached out to Jess, preparing her magic to change her. But then Jess’ hand snapped forward and grabbed her wrist. She wrenched Lya’s hand to the side, forcing it to make contact with and grab Lya’s own arm. “Time to see if it works on yourself~” Jess giggled.

As Jess had expected, the spell couldn’t be stopped once it was started - and it had started on Lya. Her whole body began to change color, red spreading out from the point of contact to cover her entire arm, and then beyond to cover more and more. Like with Mini, it was obvious that it wasn’t just changing colors, but changing her. The reddened parts were incapable of motion, and seemed as inflated as a balloon. They began to expand, merging with other parts of her body where they made contact.

Unlike Mini, Lya didn’t instantly deflate. AS the red spread across her body, she felt herself expand even as she hollowed out, her insides replaced with air. Her whole body seemed to thicken dramatically as she stumbled back, growing big enough for someone to lay on. She continued to redden and expand until she finally hit a bursting point, an oval-shaped balloon of red. Her arms had vanished, merging with her torso, while her legs had fused together before doing the same. It was impossible to even begin to outline her limbs, her general body shape - she was one singular mass of plastic and air, with no evidence of ever having been human.

As Lya began to deflate, she felt something being scrawled on top of her. She couldn’t see it, but she had a feeling as to what it was - a fairly well detailed drawing of herself, with an alluring expression and pose. That was the only identifying thing on the newly made balloon as it deflated, and the world went black as Lya was sealed in a box of her own.

Jess smiled as she looked down at the box, before quickly bending down and emptying the contents. She’d managed to get Lya to do it to herself, and she had to separate her from the box before she could think to change herself back.

With that, Jess surveyed her spoils, smiling. “Ah, that was fun…” she said, picking up Mini’s box and tucking it under her shoulder. “I’ll be back for you soon, Lya. First, I’m late for something…”

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The pool party was in full swing by the time Jess arrived, wearing her swimsuit and with a mysterious box under her arm.

“Jess! Was wondering where you were,” a woman asked.

“Sorry, I had to take care of something. I’m here now, though.” Jess responded.

“What’s that you got there?”

“Call it an apology for being late. I figure you guys can have fun with it…”

Jess emptied out the box, and connected the air pump. Within minutes, Mini had been blown up to full size, a large purple pool toy bouncing on the ground. Jess hefted her easily - she was light as a feather, what with her insides being filled only with air, but pretty bulky when blown up completely.

Mini enjoyed the blow up again, but was confused. Where was she? Why wasn’t she in her apartment with Lya? Why did Jess have her? These thoughts drifted through the pool toy’s mind as Jess started talking to the people in the pool.

“Since I was late, I decided to bring a gift in apology. I’m going to toss this toy into the pool. You all try to get on top of it! Whoever manages to get up and stay up, gets to keep it!” Jess called out, to cheers from the men and women in the pool. Even those who weren’t all that into pool toys wouldn’t object to a bit of a friendly competition!

Jess smiled, as she prepared to throw. She’d been careful to only refer to Mini as an ‘it’ - it was just an object, so gendered pronouns hardly applied. That was part of the fun - she wondered if Mini still thought of itself as a person even? If it did, it wouldn’t for much longer.

Mini couldn’t explain the feeling she felt as she landed in the pool, in the midst of the partygoers. It felt… kinda good, to float there on the ripples caused by her impact. But what was Jess doing? Was she going to let somebody keep Mini? Why would she- the thought was interrupted as Mini felt hands all over her body.

There were four people in the pool next to where Mini had been thrown, and each of them was trying to win the prize. Two of them were on her rear end, groping her butt as they tried to clamber aboard from the back. Another was in front of her, clinging to her ballooned breasts and trying to climb before she became too slippery. The fourth was trying to get on her the normal way, up on her back by pulling on her hair, but she kept getting knocked off by the efforts of the other three jostling her every which way.

Mini was hardly paying attention to the content for her ownership. Every squeeze and rub sent a shock of pleasure through her body. And even more than the sexual enjoyment, the feeling of fulfillment, like she was accomplishing a purpose. She was being used for what she was made for - floating in the pool and being a tool for pleasure of humans…

Why had she thought of humans as a separate thing from her? Why did she think of herself as being made? There was something going on in her mind, and she… couldn’t make herself dislike it. Intellectually, she knew she should be panicking. But she was enjoying herself far too much to even begin to think of bad things, as two individuals took the lead in the race by way of hefty squeezes on her bust and bottom.

She was having trouble thinking at all, really. Pool toys didn’t have to think. They just had to float, float, float. They had to be squeezable. They had to look pretty. That was the beginning and end of their responsibilities, and ‘thinking’ was nowhere on that list. Neither was remembering their past. And Mini was a good pool toy, so she stopped thinking. She stopped remembering. She - or rather, it - was a pool toy. Not a human, not even one transformed. A pool toy was all it was.

Jess smiled as she watched one girl declare victory, only to be pushed off of the pool toy. She couldn’t see into the toy’s mind, but watching how it floated there oblivious to the battles over it’s ownership, she had the sense that there wasn’t all that much left of Mini in there. She hoped it would like it’s new owner.

She sank into the pool, watching with satisfaction as the pool toy was claimed and already fantasizing about what would happen when she returned to Mini’s apartment to collect her other toy…

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Despite the situation, Lya had managed to take a bit of a nap. She was an inanimate object, unable to move or even close her ‘eyes’, but Jess had turned off the lights when she left so she had been able to manage it. She had tried to change herself back, but outside of her packaging she was subject to the same restrictions as Mini had been - no box, no return to humanity.

She didn’t know how long it had been when Jess returned and turned on the lights. “I’m baaack… Mini was really popular at the party, I hope she’s happy with her new owner. I’m sure she will be - after all, there’s more air than thought in that pretty little head now.”

Jess couldn’t look down to see her, but she heard her rummaging through the box and bringing out the pump, and felt it plug into her. “Now it’s your turn. We get to have some fun…”

The air started pumping in, and the deflated balloon began to grow and grow… she felt the air filling her, expanding her to the very limit and putting the image of her on display. The air also seemed to scatter her thoughts, making it harder and harder to collect herself enough to think. Not that the ability to think would do her much good - she was completely at Jess’ mercy.

“You’re a really nice looking balloon, you know.” Jess said. “Really high quality! That magic of yours sure is something… maybe once your mind is mine, I can turn you back sometimes to make more? That sounds fun.”

Lya tried to pay attention to what was happening, but it was difficult. Her mind was as full of air as her body, and it was hard to put together a coherent thought. She watched with fascination as Jess disrobed, unable to move her gaze. “I might have given Mini away - I figured she’d find that hot, you know? And I don’t go to pool parties enough to keep her around - but I think I’ll keep you. Doesn’t that sound fun? Being used by me every day, forever? You’re a good balloon, I’m sure you enjoy the thought.”

She did enjoy the thought, Lya found. She shouldn’t have, but she couldn’t help but agree. Jess lowered herself onto Lya, and started to ride her. Lya’s shape squished and distorted under her weight, but she was just as indestructible as Mini - whatever Jess did wouldn’t pop her, which meant she could get rough. Her hips bucked as she pleasured herself using Lya as a sex toy, moaning softly.

And she wasn’t the only one enjoying the experience. Pleasure blasted Lya’s mind, suffused her entire body. Her scattered thoughts were unable to mount even the most meager defense. It felt so good to be used, it felt so so good. She wanted to be used again and again, forever! The feeling of an owner’s weight, the feeling of their fluids on her plastic, it was divine.

Jess couldn’t have known when Lya’s mind broke, and the balloon couldn’t exactly tell either. Just like Mini before her, Lya sank into the ecstasy of a fulfilled purpose. Her humanity slipped right out of her mind, as it became nothing more than a high quality balloon toy. It’s thoughts were jumbled and incomprehensible, consisting almost exclusively of cries of pleasure and desire. It couldn’t conceive of itself as human, no more than it could conceive of anything much but the joys of being owned by a human who would use it.

When Jess had had her fun, she wiped the balloon off and deflated it again. She stuffed it into a cardboard box, along with its pump. No sense risking her accidentally turning herself back. Jess hefted the boxes up and went to bring them home, content with her new acquisition and smiling at the thought of what she would do to it in the coming days…