Although she had victoriously moved her tiny inflatable fingers, Megan had made no more progress. It seemed like a fluke success, or at least, a premature victory. Over the hour that followed, and the one after that, and so on, the poor barbie doll sized balloon woman laid pouting.
Imagine! Imagine the madness of it all! She was sexually excited by balloons... what was the proper term? Yes, inflatophile. She was an inflatophile. Anyway, she loved balloons. Balloon animals. To the point of... really loving them. But that wasn't the point. She just did, so there.
The real piss off was that she was now a balloon. Of course, this was a turn on. She had turned to a stretchy pink inflatable woman. Not quite human, her shape was exagerated, but she was none the less a balloon. And on the bed was this sexy blown up anthromorphic orca guy just waiting to be brought to life by some kind of weird magic spray can or whatever. ...And a purple dragon guy, too! The orca was cool enough, but man, she couldn't wait to "play" with that sexy toy. Would she make him big like a real dragon? Maybe keep him a full animal shape? Would he like her? Would they fuck? What would an inflatable dragon's penis look like? Did the orca feel like he had been raped a little?
Her mind had wandered. What was the point again? Oh yes! She was tiny, helpless, a balloon, and sitting NEXT to the life giving magical spray can thingie. What kind of sick cosmic irony was THAT? Was this the universe's "ha ha sucks to be you!" statement towards her life so far?
Just came to pleasure island to have some fun, she thought regretfully. Haaaad to go too far, she thought. Had to drink shape changing inflatable whale cum, she thought. Then she laughed because that was dumb and silly, and her sprits raised for a while. She hadn't really fully appreciated the absurdity of it all. Wait! She had been changing the whole time. Even in the shower. Why hadn't she noticed? Was that part of it? Not noticing? Oh well. Still lying on the floor. On her back. Lifeless. Inanimate. Sucks.
For a while she sang a couple songs in her head. It seemed better than just staring at the ceiling for some reason. She then came to the conclusion she didn't know that many songs. The evening out the window turned to night. She began to get cold. Tried moving again, nope. No deal.
Now Megan began to feel pity for her orca friend and the poor limp deflated dragon. We're all just objects, she thought sadly. People turned to objects. Lifeless. Alive but kept in a lifeless form. This sucks.
The worst part was her mind. She couldn't sleep, couldn't switch off, and never felt tired. She wanted to cry, scream, express her outrage at pleasure island hotel staff, but none of it was possible. Somehow she made it through the night, lying there. The morning came up and Megan realized she had been there, trapped, the whole night. She hadn't changed further, still couldn't move. Dear God, what if this was it? She was doomed!
Then she felt a little tug on her body and was startled. Just as all hope had drained from her little balloon self, she felt this odd sensation. She waited. Again a little tugging feeling. Like she was stretching, or being pulled. Then it came again, more quickly. Then again. Then again. She heard her own form creaking.
The effects of weird inflatable whale jizz was wearing off! She was growing bigger! She was changing back! The world suddenly began shrinking smaller - to her relief - as she grew bigger. The little pink balloon woman was turning back into a real woman at a decent pace. She grew and grew out, knocking the animate spray bottle around, and was quickly a full sized woman - though still lifeless and inflatable.
Her detail began to soak back in. Her facial features and body shape restored. She felt herself blink, felt her mouth open. Gasped as air returned to her lungs and she coughed. She sat up, once again flesh and blood, and rubbed her head. She stood up.
She turned around, and saw a blown up anthro orca lying on his back, penis large and inviting, and she frowned at him. "You could have warned me, you jerk!"