{"sf1_id":1373193,"sf2_id":"Rm0V4zW1","title":"The Pump (Pooltoy Dronification Transformation)","author":"Nequ","words":2054,"posted_at":"2018-10-04T02:02:00.000Z","tags":["Bizarre","Doctor","Female","Forcedshifting","Inflation","Latex","Magic","Male","Medical Procedures","Mind Control","Nullification","Pooltoy","Rubber","Trance","Transformation","Transgender"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1373193-the-pump-pooltoy-dronification-transformation","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rm0V4zW1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e5/33/e53359b1-098d-4cee-8b43-4c187b43fa06","description":"#6 of Shinyfication\n\nSome guy goes to the local ER with a pressing personal problem. The doctor resolves the issue. By pumping. The title was a clue.","content":" **Warning** : This story depicts medical procedures in an unrealistic manner. If you are a pedantic medical professional or worse, TVTropes editor, continue at your own risk.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \nThe doctor entered the exam room.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nIt was a little chilly, so she wore a labcoat over her scrubs.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n_Patient is Caucasian male, good physical condition, works out. Looks tired, day-old beard. Trying not to put his hand over his crotch. Either I'm the hottest woman he's seen today, or he had a particularly crazy night._  \n  \n\"Hello,\" she said, and adjusted her glasses. He wasn't bad looking, really.  \n  \n\"Hey, Doc.\"  \n  \n\"What seems to be the problem?\"  \n  \nHe looked away.  \n  \n\"I can get a male doctor.\"  \n  \n\"No, it's fine. It's just..._it'smydick_.\"  \n  \n\"Is it...injured?\"  \n  \n\"I don't know\u0026nbsp;_what_\u0026nbsp;it is.\"  \n  \nHe took a deep breath, stood up, and unzipped his pants.  \n  \nA long, black, shaft was at his crotch, and not the one one would expect to find there, even if he had been African-American. For one thing, it was was made of black rubber, around nine inches long. There was a black, rubber foregrip on the underside, like a shotgun. It even had a criss-cross diamond pattern cut into it.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"That's a handle,\" she said.  \n  \n\"I know.\"  \n  \n\"That's a handle where your penis should be.\"  \n  \n\"I\u0026nbsp;_know_.\"  \n  \n\"Is this a joke?\"  \n  \n\"No.\"  \n  \n\"Sorry, I'm just-\" She adjusted her glasses. \"Surprised. When you work in an emergency room you think you've seen everything, but...\" She needed to look professional. \"Why...\"  \n  \n\"I don't know.\" His hands gripped the edge of the bed a little tighter. The extensors tensed in his arms-\u0026nbsp;_No. Be professional._\u0026nbsp;\"I just woke up like this.\"  \n  \n\"Hangover?\"  \n  \n\"Like your wouldn't believe.\"  \n  \nShe crossed the room to the counter, snapped on some gloves. \"Do you remember where the party was?\"  \n  \n\"No clue. I crawled to the bathroom with my eyes closed, drank water out of the bathtub tap, and laid under a cold shower in the fetal position until I felt human again. Then I took my clothes off, and I noticed the...replacement.\"  \n  \n\"I see.\"\u0026nbsp;_Where was-ah._\u0026nbsp;She pulled the plastic Wartenberg wheel out of a drawer, and approached the patient. \"How does it feel.\"  \n  \n\"Numb. Can't pull it off, can't even feel it. It's literally like someone replaced my dick with a handle.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She couldn't smile. It would be unprofessional to smile. But not to press her lips together really hard. \"This is a Wartenberg wheel. It's to test sensitivity.\"  \n  \n\"Oh, my ex had one of those. Go right ahead.\"  \n  \nThe doctor tried not to blush. She grasped the tool's handle in her right hand, and and tested the spin of the little spiked wheel in her left. No resistance. She ran it across the \u0026nbsp;patient's handle. \"Feel anything?\"  \n  \n\"No.\"  \n  \nShe gripped the handle-  \n  \n\"Oh,\" he said.  \n  \nShe looked up. What?  \n  \n\"I felt that.\"  \n  \n\"Where?\"  \n  \n\"All over.\"  \n  \n\"Really?\" She ran the wheel over the handle again.  \n  \n\"Nothing.\"  \n  \nShe grabbed hold of it.  \n  \n\"Feel it.\"  \n  \n\"That's very...strange.\" She let go of his new equipment, and ran the wheel over the same spot she had just touched. No joy.  \n  \nSo she supported the handle from the underside, and ran the wheel over the top. Nothing. She held him firmly, and poked the wheel between her fingers. He could feel the fingers, but not the spikes. He could even feel her nail, through the glove.  \n  \n\"Fascinating,\" she said.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"So, you have any idea what the problem is?\"  \n  \nShe looked up. \"Well, if it wasn't for the varying sensation, I'd assume someone had played a horrible trick on you. Or-\"\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThe corner of her mouth quirked up, entirely against her will.  \n  \n\"-you had been kind of wild last night. Have you urinated this morning? We may want to test for drugs.\"  \n  \nHe frowned, and looked up at the ceiling. \"...No. Weird.\"  \n  \n\"Do you mind if I get a more experienced doctor in here?\"  \n  \n\"No. No problem,\" he said.  \n  \nShe rose.  \n  \n\"Uh, Doc?\"  \n  \n\"Hmmm?\"  \n  \n\"You gonna let go?\"  \n  \n\"What?\"  \n  \n\"You're still holding it.\"  \n  \n\"Oh, right,\" she said. And then she moved the handle up and down, like she was pumping water.  \n  \nIt wasn't even a conscious thought.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"Doc, what are you-\"  \n  \n\"How does that feel?\"  \n  \n\"G-good, but-\"  \n  \nShe pumped again, and he sucked in air through his teeth. Yes. Good.  \n  \nHis stomach was growing.  \n  \nIt had been a fairly trim and muscled stomach when he came in. Now it puffed out; not like a few years of beer and pizza, but like a balloon or something inflatable.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The doctor pumped a few more times. Yes, it was growing. His skin was even getting darker. But not in a normal skin tone, it was literally starting to shade dark grey.  \n  \n\"What's-what happening to me?\"  \n  \nThe doctor looked up. The patient was glassy eyed, and his mouth was open. He ran a finger across the exposed parts of his stomach, and it squeaked. He said \"what's happening to my belly button?\"  \n  \nThere was something plastic-looking . The doctor reached out, touched it, ran her finger across the familiar shape.  \n  \nThen she pulled the nozzle out.  \n  \nThe patient arched his back.  \n  \nIt was identical to the nozzle from any given pool inflatable, just bigger, and replacing a human being's belly button.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nOnce, when she was little, she had tried to blow up an inner tube by herself, and got so dizzy that she fell in the pool.  \n  \nWhat would happen if she let the air out? Would he deflate? Slowly shrink back to normal? Would the nozzle spew out blood and guts and intestines and fluids?  \n  \nWhat would happen if she tried to blow him up?  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She pumped again, and his stomach inflated - there was no other word for it - satisfyingly.  \n  \n_I should stop._  \n  \nShe didn't stop.  \n  \nMaybe she couldn't.  \n  \nHe was just kind of swelling, growing larger. Where the swelling hit his shirt, his pants, they vanished. She could swear she was starting to see\u0026nbsp;_through_\u0026nbsp;his changing skin, as it got darker, shinier.  \n  \nThe handle had to be at least a foot long. She kept pumping. Her elbow twinged, and she shifted hands.  \n  \nThe patient shifted on the bed as his hips and rear and leg thickened. He was quite feminine between his ribs and knees, and his chest must've been jealous. The inflation pushed aside his shirt, to reveal his chest, and the two swelling mounds on it.  \n  \nSomething moved on his hips. She looked down. There were two handles, positioned perfectly for gripping if...  \n  \nIf...  \n  \nTwo muted popping noises. His nipples were now two smaller nozzles.  \n  \nHe was curvy all over now. Even his muscular shoulders softened. It wasn't designed to exert himself. He was designed to be used.  \n  \nThe doc frowned.\u0026nbsp;_Designed? Where did that come from?_  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Doc...\"  \n  \nHe was raspy now, voice pitched higher. The grey crept up his neck.  \n  \n\"Doc, I can't...\"  \n  \nShe stopped pumping, but it was already too late.  \n  \nThe grey enveloped his head, leaving it a featureless, head-shaped...thing. Like a doll, or a mannequin. \u0026nbsp;It had smoothed out his cheekbones, the sharp, masculine planes of his face. The whole effect was very feminine.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThe doctor pushed the head back. It was heavier than it looked. Heavier than air, but lighter than a hu-  \n  \nA horizontal line appeared on the lower half of the thing's face. The mouth filled out into lush, full lips. Still grey. Sick.  \n  \nThe pump broke off in the doctor's hand. She nearly dropped it, juggled it, managed to catch it before it hit the floor. Then she realized she had better not get the attachment end too close to her, and pointed it away.  \n  \nIt had to be a foot and a half, two feet long.  \n  \n_What have I done?_  \n  \nShe looked from the thing in her hand to the thing she had created. The dark grey rubber pooltoy...drone. There were other words she could use, but \"drone\" was cold. Clinical.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Made it an object, not a victim.  \n  \nShe took a step back.  \n  \nAnd then she slipped on the Wartenberg wheel. Her feet flew out from under her. Her\u0026nbsp;_gluteus maximus_\u0026nbsp;hit the floor. Her shirt rode up a little-  \n  \nAnd she watched the handle arc through in the air.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nShe realized what was happening about half a second before it landed, point down, in her belly button.  \n  \n_what_  \n  \nSomething squeaked.  \n  \nHe - she? - got off the table, and rubbered over to her. Knelt.  \n  \n_this can't_  \n  \nThe drone's face - well, its lips - stretched into a smile -  \n  \n_be happening_  \n  \nand it looked at her stomach.  \n  \nHer belly button was gone. The backside of the pump was apparently a little nozzle, like you'd find on a beach ball, or float, or-  \n  \nThe drone had one too.  \n  \n-inflatable pool toy.  \n  \n\"I'm pretty sure your dick should be hitting my spine about now,\" she said. \"It should be poking out the back.\"  \n  \nThe drone reached for her.  \n  \nShe back-scrambled, until she hit the counter. One hand probed the...thing. It was completely sealed to her skin. Pressed down flat. If she pulled the nozzle out-  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Her back arched.  \n  \nOh.  \n  \nWell.  \n  \n_That_\u0026nbsp;felt nice.  \n  \nSomething grasped her nozzle.  \n  \nShe followed the hand up to the drone's face. It was still smiling.  \n  \n\"No.\"  \n  \nIt bent over. She couldn't see what, if anything, was at its crotch now-  \n  \n\"No, don't-\"  \n  \nIts lips met the nozzle, and\u0026nbsp;_blew_. Her stomach immediately swelled.  \n  \n\"- stop -\"  \n  \n_Pfft._  \n  \nHer stomach was now that nice curve. That appealing curve. Soon she'd be covered in new, slick, white, skin-  \n  \nShe tried to push the drone away.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nBut not too hard.  \n  \n\"- you can't -\"  \n  \n_Pfft._  \n  \nHer hips widened, right, then left. The air wrapped around to her butt, added what would be fat if it had still been flesh and blood. Two grips extruded themselves on either side of her hips.  \n  \n\"-but-\"  \n  \n_Pfft._  \n  \nThe swelling reached her chest, swallowed her boobs. They puffed out into her hands, with more handles crossing the nipples. Anyone using her could still access them, of course. Could still shove the grips over and suck on her nozzles.  \n  \n\"-dooooon't-\"  \n  \n_Pfft._  \n  \nHer legs were curvy now, the shape they would've been if she'd been lucky enough to have the time to be anything other than a medical resident and good genetics. Or maybe plastic surgery\u0026nbsp;_Traffic stoppers_, someone had once called them. With the rest of her, she'd be able to grind the Indy 500 to a halt.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"-no-\"  \n  \n_Pfft._  \n  \nHer shoulders flexed as grips appeared on her shoulderblades, on the back of her neck, under her labcoat. She couldn't breathe; someone had put one of those inflatable armbands around her throat and pumped it up.  \n  \nWhy did it dissolve her clothes, but not her coat?  \n  \nThe transformation reached the ends of her arms, made them puffy, but still dexterous enough to grab, to stroke, to pull. Grips on her arms too.  \n  \n\"-nonononononnoooo-\"  \n  \n_Pfft._  \n  \nThe white swallowed her face up, left it featureless, like a doll or mannequin.  \n  \nAnd then there was nothing but a long, drawn out moan.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \nThe security guard knocked on the door. \"Doc? I heard someone making a noise.\" Silence. He pushed the door open.  \n  \nThere was nobody in the exam room.  \n  \n\"Hello?\"  \n  \nNothing. Silence. He walked into the middle of the room, and looked at the two weird inflatables.  \n  \n\"Is this a joke?\" he said.  \n  \nThe inflatables didn't answer. One was dark grey, and the other, a few feet away, was white. It wore a labcoat.  \n  \nHe tapped the white one. Heavier than it looked. If it wasn't full of air, what was it full of? Were they both full of the whatever?  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Wait, where was the other-  \n  \nBehind him, as it happened. He hadn't seen it move.  \n  \nAnd then, for some reason, he thought of the raptor ambush in Jurassic Park.  \n  \n\"Clever girl,\" he said.  \n  \nAnd then they struck.  \n  \nENDF  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n\n# The Pump\n\n2018 Nequ  \nCC-By-SA-NC  \nFan stories/fanart welcome  \n  \n  \n  \nFor a long time, I had the idea of a TF story based on a guy whose personal plumbing was replaced by a replica made out of rubber. Problem was, it was an interesting image, but it didn't go anywhere.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThen I realized the replica could be a pump handle instead, and the story basically wrote itself.  \n  \nI've actually been so sick I had to do that shower thing. Write what you know.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Shinyfication","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1295041-4-on-the-floor-f-h-latex-drone-tftg.json","next":"https://sofurry.com/s/ZmMoYwQ1"}}