For a few moments, Megan laid there wedged between the two beds as a hollow and lifeless inflatable sex doll. Her arms had pulled into the notorious "hug" position. She vaguely felt that her legs were splayed a little to allow access between them. Was her mouth open? Oh God, her mouth was stuck open into a nice little O. She briefly thought of the irony and then began to panic. She couldn't move!
Or... she couldn't move at first. The tiny bit of spray that she had given herself had been enough. She realized that with extreme concentration she could bend. It felt like swimming with sore tired muscles. As if she was fighting against the very air filling her. Her vinyl body began to move little by little, if painfully slowly, and she managed to pull herself into a sitting position between the bed. She let go of her legs and shot up off the hotel carpet to resume standing. This pushed her up with enough momentum she fell against the opposite bed and found herself looking down at the spray cans.
So far so good. She reached for the animating spray with herculean effort, straining constantly, and managed to pull her arms together to grab it. She maneuvered the can near her plump thumbs and tried to press down. This was much much harder than she could ever have imagined. She weighed practically nothing now.
Finally, to her utter relief, a thick jet of mist ejected from the nozzle and hit her squarely in her large exagerated chest. The mist soaked in, began to work, and in complete relief Megan felt her tense skin loosen up somewhat. She gained movement back completely and fell to her add between the beds with a light and hollow bump.
The inflatable woman looked over herself carefully and found complete fascination with her new form. This was actually really hot! The balloon and inflatable fetishist had become the very thing that turned her on more than anything else in the world. She was a bouncy air filled vinyl sex doll. Her proportions had exagerated to cartoon levels, her boobs were huge, her ass round, her hips sloping and thick. She raised her weird mitt like hands to her boobs and internally grinned as she squeezed them with crunchy air filled rasps. It felt really good.
Megan stood up, walked to the hotel mirror, and stared at herself. Her face was indeed locked in a permenant O shape. She was, after all, a sex toy now. She managed a silent laugh and posed seductively, carefully examining her smooth glossy body. Not bad, not bad. She probed her netheregions and found they were still fully functional, the soft pink slash between her legs opening up into a little ten inch pocket inside of her. With her thumb, she played around a little and fingered her opening before rubbing her clit. She was completely dry, rubbery, and devoid of any lubrication. It was a strange experience and didn't really feel all that great, though the sensitivity and ability to experience pleasure was still there. She turned to the three little ballons on the stand beside her and stared at them.
If having almost lost her ability to move had been so terrifying and awful, she couldn't imagine being locked into that state for any length of time. With a sudden pang of empathy if not outright horror, Megan quickly squeaked back to the bed and grabbed the animating spray again. This time, she let a healthy mist encompass her three little friends.
The giraffe began to stir first, staggering on his four legs and staring up at Megan with his big goofy smile. He began to shake and stepped back from her quickly.
The poor purple dragon was half deflated. He sagged even more and spread out beneath himself, lazily flopping down, his horns sagging over his head. He puddled on the desktop and remained mostly motionless.
The orca began to squirm and writhe and Megan watched as he flopped on his belly and bounced around. They found themselves looking at each other.