Rollo grinned as the hourglass spun on his phone. He lay half-inflated Jeff out on the ground.
Suddenly, Jeff gasped. He was breathing. He took a big gulp of air, leaned forward in a sort of formerly impossible crunch sit up. He grabbed the air valve with his lips, and blew. He repeated this over a dozen times. Take a breath of air, sit up, and blow. In about 10 minutes, Jeff the balloon sex toy had fully inflated himself. He wanted to pound Rollo, but he couldn't, and even if he could his rubber air filled arms wouldn't be able to do any damage.
"Good boy, Jeffy Toy."
Jeff hated being called Jeffy, but he just nodded and smiled. A good toy is always happy, polite and obedient rang the voice of his new conscience. It sounded a lot like the voice of the Chronivac in speech mode.
"Ooh, you are almost like a real live boy. Maybe I should rename you Pinocchio, Jeffy."
Jeff just smiled and nodded. DO NOT SPEAK UNLESS SPECIFICALLY ORDERED TO DO SO. A GOOD TOY IS A QUIET TOY.
What the fuck had Rollo done to him?
A GOOD TOY DOES NOT THINK OR QUESTION ITS MASTER'S MOTIVES OR ACTIONS.
Well, Rollo is his best friend, so it must be for the best, right?
NO, QUESTIONS.
ACCEPT YOUR NEW REALITY.
Like I can do anything accept obey? whined Jeff's mind.
OBEY, TOY. GOOD TOYS OBEY.
Yeah, he was a good toy.