"Chad, this is so hot. I hope you can still understand me while you are deflated," Bob said in an exhilarated
voice as he revved up his engine and raced home with Chad rolled up in his gym bag on the passenger seat.
"It's like destiny. I've dreamed of having a living inflatable sex doll since I was 16, and about half the
time it looked like you. I didn't dream you were yellow, though I find you being made of yellow latex
incredibly hot. I cannot wait to get you home and use you. I mean sure you were my team mate and all, but
face it rubber man, you're totally useless as a player now. You get tackled and you're flattened literally. I
doubt those rubbery arms of your can even throw a football. Heck a strong win might blow you through our own
goal posts. And if anyone comes looking for you, I got an alibi, and Jim, well, he's where the search will
stop. He was the last one alone with the human you. If I hadn't seen you this way, I'd never have believed
it. No one else will believe that you were his athletic cup, and I doubt he'll figure out that I substituted
my cup for you. Though I'll have to watch myself around him, and be wary of any secret admirers. Heh, heh,
oh, Chad, I'm going to have so much fun with you, and my buds."
Buds? thought Chad. All he could smell was latex, and he new it was his own rolled up body.
The drive was over in a few minutes, and Bob hustled up the stairs to his room over his parents' garage. He
tossed the gym bag onto his bed, and proceeded to close the windows. Bob was naked when he unrolled Chad on
the top of his bed. He pulled an air pump out from under his bed and plugged it. Bob then wiggled Chad's limp
weiner.
"Dude, you look deflated. I know a blow job will get you stiff and ready to become my sex toy. You'd like
that, well, even if you won't, you'll learn to live with it balloon boy!" Bob said as he attached the pump
hose to Chad's cock head valve, and turned on the pump. It took a few minues, but Chad was soon fully
inflated. He was so full of air that his arms and legs stuck out away from his body.
"Don't worry, bro, I'm not going to pop you. At least not by over inflating you. I do plan to pop your cherry
though. I assume, I'll be the first cock to fuck you, though technically when you were Jim's cup, I suppose
his was the first dick inside you," Bob noticed Chad's open mouth wiggling like he was trying to move his
lips. He chuckled, "Well, boy, ya talk out of your dick now. Let's close the valve and see what the mighty
Chad has to say."
He pulled out the pump hose, some air escaped, and he secured the valve.
"Please, Bob, d-" Chad started, but Bob cut off the airflow through the valve by clamping Chad's dick flat
with his thumb and index finger.
"Chad, you're not my equal any more, so I don't think you should be calling me Bob. My dog doesn't call me
Bob, and you're not even technically a living creature any more, you're an inanimate object. I suppose Master
Robert would work. You wanna try again?"
He relaxed his grip on the rubber tube. The valve wheezed to life.
"Seriously, Bob, this isn't fair, I'm not your sex toy, I'm-"
Bob gripped the rubber tube tightly, and flipped Chad over on his bed. Then Chad waited, Bob jacked himself
hard and then lay down on top of Chad burying his cock deep in Chad's rubber ass. Chad thought he explode. Bob
was so heavy, and then he started going up and down, in and out. The whole time he gripped Chad's cock with
his hand. Only when he came and lay limply on his inflatable toy did Bob relax his grip.
Chad wheezed, "Oh, my gawd, oh, my gawd."
"Yeah, you can call me your god, Chad. After all, while I mayn't be your creator, I am in total control of
you. When you're not making me happy, you'll be deflated and stashed under my mattress with my mags. So you
want to keep me happy if you want to be 3D. Comprendo, now let's see if you can be an interactive toy, and
give me a BJ. We'll see how badly you want to stay inflated."
He pulled out. Chad could feel the hot liquid inside him oozing out his rubber butt cheeks. If anything
Chad's rubber skin seemed ten times more sensitive to touch than his old skin had been. He didn't want to be
deflated and stuffed under Bob's master, he needed time. He had to think. He just stared at Bob's boner as Bob
held his head in front of him.
"Well?" demanded Bob.