There was a long pause. Then the orca cried out with muffled sounds of what seemed to be deep concern. Megan smiled and sat down on the bed, rubbing under his soft vinyl chin. "Hey, hey, shhh. I'm sorry. I'm okay. I think it wore off. But lucky for us, huh?!"
The orca uumphed in the affirmative, and Megan smiled. "Now, uh, where were we?" She bent down and picked up the spray can - the animate spray - and stood up.
"I want wild balloon animal sex to make it up to me, okay? I mean it. You better give me so much sex for bringing you to life after your jizzy goo made me live a night of hell." She raised the spray can to bear and paused. "Okay?"
The orca mmmmphed.
"Good. Here we go." She depressed the lever and unleashed a cloud of green whatever on Matt. He shuddered, his eyelids flicked up and down, and his mouth closed. He blinked, stared up at Megan, and then down at his inflated penis. "Uh... hi." He blinked. "Sorry for uh... the jizz thing."
"Yeah, I bet. You got off, I got turned into a little barbie doll sized balloon. Great. Go you." She feigned anger and then hopped on the bed beside him, pulling him close. "Oh, who am I kidding!" She placed a sweet kiss on his vinyl muzzle and they embraced, cuddling close.
"This is nice." Matt smiled. "I mean, it sucks I lost my humanity, but I got a sexy girlfriend in exchange."
"Girlfriend??" Megan mocked. "Who says I'm your girlfriend? You're my toy, mister!" She pressed a finger into his chest. "And don't forget it!"
He smiled wryly, and wagged his long vinyl tail. "I like the sound of that."
"So... uh..." Megan grinned. "Do you have a name?"
"Matt. You?"
"Hey Matty!" She smiled, then pointed to herself. "Megan."
"And the dragon's Jay." He pointed, wondering if his friend was okay in there. The purple dragon was now collapsing on itself and worn from deflating, all wrinkled, out of proportion, and sagging.
"Poor guy." Megan looked sadly. "Can we fix him up before... yeah." She looked at the orca and rubbed his penis with her hand, watching him shudder. "Ha. Sucks when you can't put it away, doesn't it?"
"Shit! I can't!" He laughed. "This constant hard on thing is distracting. Can you like, let the air out of it?"
"Yeah, sure." She grinned, and pulled his second valve. The air seeped from his penis and it deflated.
"Ohhhh, feels just as good coming out." He sat up, looked down at his pathetically limp member, and gently tucked it back in to the pouch between his legs. "There."
They both stared at the dragon and then at each other for a moment.
"Well, uh... what now?" Matt asked, rubbing the back of his head.
"Let me go gather the sprays up." Megan got up from the bed, and got to work.
"You know you're naked, right?" Matt giggled.
"I jerked you off as a non morphic inflatable whale toy and got soaked in your balloon juices." Megan said casually. "I think we're past the first date."
"Good point." Matt nodded, slowly, and laid back. "So... how do I know if I'm full anyway?"
"What, like... all pumped up?" Megan gathered the spray cans together and headed towards the bed, clinking.
"Yeah, yeah. Like... I don't quite feel all full."
"You probably lost some air during the night. It kind of dissipates when it gets cold. Give me a sec, I'll blow you back up." She set the cans down on the bed before grabbing the little purple dragon and setting him down next to them.
"What does it feel like?" She asked the orca, sitting down beside him, pressing a finger into his chest experimentally and finding he was perhaps 75% inflated. Full, but not tight.
"Like... like feeling weak." He stared, as her hand ventured southwards to his belly button and his two valves.
Megan pulled his first valve this time and a rush of air spilled out. Matt responded with wide eyed shock, quickly losing pressure and starting to lose his definition, getting saggy. "Oh shit!" Matt cried. "No! No! That's freaky as all shit! No, blow me up! Don't deflate me!"
"No, wait. Let's see what happens." Megan giggled, and pushed away his protesting hands.
"Oh God, this feels FUCKED!" Matt blinked, his expression turning to shock, and he began to go limp on the bed quite literally. His hollow form began to collapse and soon he was deflated, two dimensional, and starting at Megan with creeped out eyes.
"You can't move deflated, can you?" Megan stared at him probingly.
"Uhhhh...uhhhuhhhhh...." Matt gasped.
Megan picked up his head in her hand and raised him to eye level, inspecting his limp form. "Does it hurt?"
"Uhh....uhhhh...." Matt rasped.
"Okay. I guess that settles my curiosity for now." She grabbed his belly in her hand and found his valve. "Here we go. Back up you go."
Megan began blowing up her toy. Soon he was half filled, lying across her lap, and only partially able to move. "That... was wrong." He began explaining, growing tighter and fuller from her warm female breath. "I wanted to move but I couldn't. It was like I was inanimate again." He began to really grow tight and he felt Megan blowing up his air pressure ... his strength.
"Oohhh." He winced, grinning. "There we go. I really like it when you pump me up nice and tight. Tighter is better."
Megan grinned, and filled him tighter... tighter. Stronger. Matt groaned. "Oooh... there we go. I feel full."
She gave him one more breath for good measure and then carefully capped his valve. The orca sat up and checked himself out, his plump but manly curves. "Wow. I look good!"
"Yeah." Megan panted. "I'm horny now, yeah. Let's play with the dragon!"