Turning a corner you walk through the mirror maze in your new body. Your form is a mythological mash up of creatures, each shaped from smooth inflated latex balloon. What a horrible sight you must be. A monster made of balloons stalking the mirror maze. Part dragon, part tiger, part donkey. Like a centaur made of too many animals. Pleasure Island is loaded with surprises today.
"Hey this one is stupid. Look it just shows me taller." a voice comes from the next room. You decided to have some fun before, now is your chance.
Turning the corner you see a young man standing there looking at himself in the mirror. He is wearing cut off shorts and no shirt, just looking at his distorted reflection in the fun house mirror. You recognize him instantly. Its Rick, the guy from your old high school math class. He was always kind of a jerk. With his shirt off he looks pretty good, he must have been working out or something since high school ended. Youth's vanity always seems to be in full bloom in summer time.
You sneak up behind him and his eyes grow wide as your step in to his view, reflected in the mirror. Your body squeaks and pops as you move closer, and Rick spins in terror to face you.
You let out a roar that is a combination of noises all blended to make a very odd high pitched scream as you reach down and grab Rick with your rubber tiger paw arms. He is warm under your touch as his panics and wiggles trying to break free.
Without thinking, you open your mouth and begin to shove him in, head first. You feel his head press against the back of your throat as you press him in and then something happens. You should be sealed shut, an airtight balloon, but then you feel Rick begin to slide further in. You are actually eating him.
He lets out several muffled cries as you engulf his shoulders, then torso. Stretching your rubber face is easy as you use your squeaky but powerful arms to shove him in further. This is kind of fun, being a big monster and eating people. You could forget all about real life and do this for days.
Rick is totally engulfed as his feet slide in to your mouth and he lands in your belly. He is curled up inside you struggling against your chest, he seems to be enclosed in some kind of sac, like a stomach within you made of latex he cant break. He continues to moan and cry out but his cries are muffled by the tight layer of latex surrounding him, pinning his arms and legs together and keeping him rolled tightly in the fetal position.
This is what its like to be pregnant you think. Its satisfying. You feel your stomach rumble. You might have eaten a little too much. It must be time to end your little joke and get Rick out of you.
You bend over and feel a convulsion rack your stomach and Rick begins to emerge from your mouth again.