You are surrounded by dozens of colourful latex balloons, rubbing slightly against them. The girl finishes inflating the batch you ended up in. You wonder if all these toys are people like you; victims of wicked magic powers.
The girl picks a couple of balloons and ties them together with a string. Then she adds another couple. She's Making balloon clusters! Her dainty fingers move quick, so she's probably quite experienced with this.
Every now and then she takes the clusters and carries them to another room. You can't even move your rubber body to see what's in there but judging from the faint sound of voices it's probably the main hall of a party store and the room you're trapped in is a working space for employees.
You look at the girl again. She's pretty though her outfit is a little plain: simple white blouse and a black skirt. A name badge on her chest says
Megan
Junior assistant
There are lots of balloons she needs to tie up. 'Must be a heck of a tedious job' — you think. 'Am I going to be sold just like all the other toys? I should have never put on that blasted dress'.
Yet still, the girl doesn't seem to be all that bored. She smiles happily, caressing the toys with her soft palms, tying them up carefully, making them squeak. Her eyes beam with weird happiness, giving her that mischievous, almost naughty look every time a balloon cluster is made.
Finally, it's your turn. She picks you up from the pile of tightly-inflated rubber toys, running her fingers across your thin latex body. The feeling is electrifying, and you would gasp if you were human. But you're not, and your 'mouth' is tied securely, preventing air from escaping.
You wait for her to pull out a string but she hesitates. She gives you a long, pondering look as she holds you in outstretched hands. You notice that you're fairly big, bigger than an average party balloon at least.
'You look different... Did they mess up at the factory? All the other balloons are 16'' and you are clearly 24'' — she whispers softly. A glimmer of lust in her eyes intrigues you. What is she up to?
Suddenly, she hugs you! Your soft rubber body pushes against her petite body. You can feel her small breasts deform you. The pressure inside your round rubber shell is too much: some of the air gets pushed into your 'lips', inflating them into a sizeable neck. The girl smiles, obviously enjoying the sight. She inhales deeply to feel your rubber smell. Her cheeks turn red. You realise that somehow playing with you made turned her on.
She gives your expanded 'neck' a kiss and you almost pop from the pleasure. It's like your whole body is the tip of your dick now; just as sensitive. She gives you another kiss and the starts slowly licking your thin latex walls, sending waves of pleasure across your entire being. She reaches under her skirt and massages her sweet spot.
'Ahhhmmghh' — she whimpers in ecstasy.
Her eyes open wide as she realizes that it's not the time and place to indulge in kinky fetish play. Her hand shoots out from under the skirt as if she burnt herself. She lowers her gaze. She's ashamed, even though nobody saw her.
'Let's continue later... ' — she whispers.
She unties your neck. As the air rushes out, you start feeling drowsy and tired. The last thing you can think before you black out is
'Please play with me'