Karissa have been rocking blissfully under Mitch, for what felt like minutes. The soft squeaks with which they begun have gave way for the creaks, and ringing echo inside donkey girl's hollow body. Both have seemed to enter a sort of a trance, even if for different reasons. Mitch was in heaven - living through his ultimate fantasies, pumping an inflatable donkey that was now his girlfriend, his own rounded inflatable hooves pressing into her taut sides, wrapped around them - feeling the rubber stretching and expanding below him, all the while bouncing and entering her full length every time - feeling all of his manhood rubbed by the tight tunnel over, and over, and over again...
For Karissa it was different, though. Everything was unfolding so fast. A change after change, bizarre and rapid - further and further until she was this - not a human, not even a living being... Inflatable, filled with air - filling with air! Rendered immobile, and even distorting - from a donkey turning into a ball... Her legs, her neck, all sinking in - stretching, joining her back and sides under the Mitch's touch, which alone already was unbearable as her rubber stretched and grew sensitive to even a slightest pressure opposing that of all the air inside her. And with each thrust she was going into a small blackout of her awareness... Between them, somehow, as if time started to stretch along with her, she been thinking...
She was motionless... Immobile... Her... Boyfriend turned her... Into an inflatable... Her... Inflatable donkey boyfriend... Was fucking her... Like a worthless... Piece of plastic... Compressor... Still working... He's not stopping... Motionless... Air keep filling... He's... Inflatable donkey.. Compressor... Handle.. Fucked... He can't turn... Turned her... Turn handle... Inflatable... Rougher... Filling.. Donkey.. Rougher..! Comp.. ..ressor.. ...can't stop.. ..like a cheap.. ..girlfriend.. ..worthless.. ..her idea.! Can't. Inflate. No. More. Mitch! Yes! Roughe-!
Air kept coming in, straining Karissa's body more and more - to the limit - and then past it. Mitch, basking in his fantasy coming true, did not even noticed how Karissa's expression turned blank - her reaching her own form of bliss, as well as growing translucent from stretched so thin, that...
BLAM!
There was no powerful gush of wind, or rain of tiny scraps fluttering from above. Mitch undoubtedly was pushed back a bit, as he was airfilled himself, but otherwise he just landed on the floor, stunned and deafened. Through the ringing in his ears he slowly begun hearing the loud hissing of the now exposed hose, that laid on the floor with a brown-and-tan shred wrapped around it, wind sending waves on surface of overstretched rubber. Similar shreds have covered floor and furniture around, as well as Mitch himself - one of them hanging on his still throbbing manhood. There was no girlfriend anymore.