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Subject: [FurSize] Story - Titanias Toys: Changes, Chapter 2
Date: Saturday, January 26, 2002 2:14 AM
by Silussa (firstname.lastname@example.org)
[DEFINITELY adult material...if you're not allowed access to sexually
explicit material in your jurisdiction, don't read this.
This story is based in the Tomorrowlands Universe, based at:
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Thanks to Kaijima for feedback, comments, suggestions, information on
magical spells, etc., and Baxil for suggestions and guidance. Additional
thanks to SteveZ of the TSA mailing list, for additional editing and
Additional note: thanks to Morphy, who does think it belongs on the
list; otherwise, I would have never posted it!]
The restaurant owner allows herself to blink a few times, as the sight
before her settles in. True, her "hobby" as a "witch" had brought her
into contact with a few oddities, by most people's standards. However,
a living blow up doll was WAY beyond the pale.
Still, she could sort it out later. Right now, this...Female? Doll?...was
definitely in distress; much too large for the heavy rubber-like
clothing she was wearing, and swelling even larger. Whether the
squeaking and stretching noises were from the clothing, or the doll
herself, something had to be done, and quickly.
A quick glance over the curvaceous body fails to suggest any obvious
inflation or deflation points to the kitchen witch. 'Well, then,' she
thinks, 'we'll just have to...undress her.' Involuntarily, she swallows
at the thought, even as she figures just how to do this.
Taking a deep breath, she lays the latex woman on the floor, then
crouches down, reaching for the tight lacing at the top of the bustier.
At her barest touch, it springs to life, rapidly unlacing as the
enormous pressure behind it is unleashed.
Unexpectedly, the restaurant owner finds herself with two very large
handfuls of inflated, swelling latex breasts. Surprisingly, they are
very warm and firm. The witch takes a sharp breath of air as a sudden
surge of arousal rolls through her being like a tidal wave, momentarily
taking everything else before it. Without even thinking, her thumbs
sweep across the erect nipples.
The response is as immediate as it is unexpected. The doll shudders,
moaning quietly at first, but growing progressively louder, then
shifting to a panting, even as she continues to quiver in obvious
ecstasy. For a long moment, the restaurant owner watches, stunned, even
as her hands keep gently kneading and stimulating the large inflated
The shock of the situation is finally banished as the sound of air
escaping permeates the witch's consciousness, and the realization that
the breasts in her hands are shrinking. "Oh, shit, she's busted
something!" Arousal replaced by concern, she listens for a few seconds,
then works frantically to finish unlacing the bustier. As the last part
is undone, exposing the lower abdomen, the noise of air escaping
becomes even louder. The inflatable doll is no longer pressing against
her clothing; indeed, she is quickly becoming too small for it.
A quick look reveals, in place of the belly button, an air valve, much
as one might find on an inflatable mattress, apparently popped open.
Somewhat shakily, she reaches forward and grasps it. Ignoring the gasps
of delight from the latex doll, she carefully, but firmly, closes it.
The room once again becomes quiet, except for the panting of the
partially deflated latex woman and the few sounds of things cooking on
the stove. She allows herself to lean back, her mind trying to make
sense of the extreme weirdness.
After several minutes, she blinks as she hears the squeak of latex. Her
eyes widen as the realization comes that, with each pant, the doll has
been slowly refilling herself.
The doll weakly sits up from her prone position on the floor, her
outfit once again a solid fit for her only mildly outrageous figure.
"Um...my name's Judy...sorry about this."
As for herself, she merely looks for a moment at the melodic sounding
doll, then starts giggling.
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