You thought being a life guard included hitting on and cat calling people because your hot shit. Only you seemed to have upset some special guest or someone who reminded you about the toy that you are.
They poked at your muscular physique belly overhang and blubbery arms.
They tapped at your dumb empty little head.
They squished your fat cheeks and moobs
They informed you that your place at this pool wasn’t to work nor talk to people. It was to be a toy. To be made of rubber and plastic. To be sat on and floated on top of.
* 🤠
The changes were almost instantaneously, like they were revealing a truth under myself I had never quite put together. Poking my stomach, the belly that surged out with inflated air suddenly starts pushing up into my head, making the world spin slightly. That settles permanently as they tap my head, the air filling it to the brim, and when they squish my cheeks, they come with a pleasant SQRK that pushes the air out across my body.
My fingers puff out into nubs, before sealing themselves into a single bappy mitten. I try to move to witness these changes, confirm them as my vision blurs, but my movement is now just as restricted as an inflatable's would be. To really push my limbs up, I would need something externally moving my shoulders. And before I can even attempt to ask for such a thing, the VIP has lifted me up like I was nothing, and splashed me down into the pool, squishy plastic tummy face up. Not like I would be able to say much, with just a plastic grin plastered across my new plastic casing.
The VIP quickly jumps in after me, landing right on top of me. The splash is immense, and that alongside the pressure flips my world upside down. I squeak again and again, almost like I'm trying to catch my breath. But there is no breath to catch, because it's all sealed up tight by my rubber skin. I feel the VIP reach down and grab at my hips, which is when I realize I now have handlebars there... sensitive, tense handlebars. If anyone were to look closely at my face design, they'd see my eyes rolled up with pleasure anytime the VIP fingers those handlebars.
The air tingling inside me, the rubber stretched out to the max with every motion and pressure contorting me... it makes me forget myself. Forget my body. When I am lifted out of the pool, I cannot conceptualize time anymore. In fact, I can barely conceptualize an outside world. The only things immediately relevant to me are the hands on me, and the air in me, tightly keeping me round. The water drips off me, and when I am put down, the water slowly sizzles off. By the time I am lifted again, I have almost forgotten how it feels to be touched, and my entire body squeaks. Suddenly, I feel a pair of lips pressed against my valve, a feature of my body I only now became aware of, the entirety of my skin tensing even more as the lips curl slightly around the edges, threatening to loose the valve and release all of the air that is keeping me upright.
"Now, have you learned your lesson, or would you like to see what happens to you when I deflate you and re-inflate you a few times before I deign you to be human again..."
The squeak is quickly replaced by a sudden air fsssssssssssss that staccatos in my mind before it becomes perfectly drained and blank.
