Hot Air
Disclaimer: Not for kids.
A bird was singing somewhere outside, and Zea stopped to listen to it for a time. She listened not because she found the bird's song particularly beautiful or serene, but because she was bored and had little else to do. She listened to it for the few moments that it could hold her attention, and then she was up and pacing the apartment all over again. "You need to relax. Just putter around the house like I do!" Aya had said before she left for her job. Zea had been bringing home the bacon until Aya, her twin sister, had secured a cushy government job. Now there was no need for Zea to work her 9-5 at the bar, showing off cleavage for extra tips.
Zea wasn't used to 'puttering'. She had always been on the move while Aya was sick. Zea had promised not to do anything 'work' related, and to take full advantage of her first real day off. If the promise hadn't been made, there was no doubt in her mind that the orca girl would have gone right down to the bar and put on her apron just for old-time's sakes.
Zea Nalya was an active girl, and her body showed that much. She was proud of her figure, toned with curves the envy of all the other bartenders and waitresses where she worked. She was an orca, a killer whale, and as such she had a thick layer of flesh over her muscles, hiding the hard forms and details and making her seem just a little thicker than other girls. Without the 'blubber', she'd look like a muscle-bound fitness coach. With the blubber enhancing her figure, she was shapely and full, with a generous bust and wide, strong hips. Her tail was strong too, starting thick at the base of her spine and extending out four feet, to end in a foot-long, two-foot wide fluke that could nearly cover her torso. Her hair was an exciting shade of teal, and she kept it short, messy, and unkempt simply by sleeping on it. Her skin was soft and featured the black and white orca markings, and for the most part her skin was flawless, save for the odd little scar here and there. Her life hadn't been without difficulty after all, and up until a few weeks ago she'd been a hard-working girl.
The fact of the matter is that Zea was actually only 5 'living years' old, but she was at least 21 'maturity years'. Zea and her twin Aya (whose hair was longer), had been practically 'hand-made' by a geneticist. Their bodies grew in tanks and their brains had been filled with all the street-knowledge and book-knowledge they'd need to enter and get through college as easily as the next person. They had been given everything; their bodies were resistant to disease and they healed a little faster than normal. Any predispositions to cancer or heart disease had been weeded out of their 'parent' genetic code and their features had been enhanced to the specifications of the geneticist that had intended to make the twins his brides.
Aya and Zea would have none of that, and upon 'birth' they fled the geneticist's grasp and made their way into the city where they hid from his prying eyes and the grasp of associates that would have paid billions of dollars for the technology that made them. Since then, Zea had taken on the role of bigger sister and had provided for the meeker of the twins.
Now the roles were switched. While Zea was out working, Aya had been studying, even when she fell ill with a mysterious disease. Once cured, Aya had gone out to work for the government. The government was more than happy to fabricate identities for the twins provided they gave up all the information they knew on the mad geneticists' work and location. With the government's protection and government-job income, the twins no longer had to live in fear of being strapped down to an examination table and probed with all sorts of this-and-that by scientists that cared for them like a cruel child with a magnifying class cares for ants.
Though the thought of being probed certainly got Zea excited.
But no! Not today. Zea wouldn't waste another day in her pajamas masturbating the hours away. Clean, dressed, and ready for the world, Zea continued to pace, wondering what sorts of things she could do to take her mind off of work and sex. Sex typically relieved her stress from work and work had been her only excuse to stop having sex. A local club called 'The Tub' was her main avenue when it came to finding hot males and females to seduce. She loved sex, the feel of being intimate with another person, the sensations of having another pair of hands, or multiple pairs of hands, touching her body. It was a drug and she was an addict, and thanks to her genetic code she didn't have to worry about some of the common problems involved with careless sex.
She had been designed to be a sex-slave after all. She was sterile, and her enhanced immune system made it impossible for her to contract or carry any known STD's, and some that may not be so known. There were days she just gave herself to whoever decided to walk in, just to feel something fresh and new. Some had fallen in love with her, some had learned to hate her and others just wanted a slice of the pie whenever they could get it. It wouldn't be quite right to say that she had no feelings for the people that she had her fun with; she simply didn't care for the excess baggage they typically came with.
The Tub was out of the question today though. Aya had stolen the keys for Zea's car in an effort to convince Zea to relax. Now though, it was just a source of frustration.
The bored orca turned to the Internet. She checked her favorite websites, then checked them again in case any of them had updated in the five minutes she had been away from them, and checked a few of them once more just for good measure. In all of an hour she had resorted to playing Solitaire...
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The clocked ticked by. Zea snorted as she jolted awake from her keyboard. Drool had been trickling from her mouth and she lazily wiped it up with the back of her arm. She looked up to the computer's clock; it was only two in the afternoon! There was still a whole day ahead of her. Zea cleaned herself off in the kitchen and resolved to check the mail. With apartment keys in hand, she swung the door open and crashed to the floor.
With a curse, the orca looked to her feet, and the large, heavy box she had tripped over. It was unusual for anything to be delivered straight to the door. Maybe the landlord didn't have enough space in the mail room for this particular beast?
Alas, something exciting! Zea stood and pushed the box into the room with her thick tail. It was surprisingly light. With the door closed again, she hoisted the box up onto the kitchen counter and took note of the address; "Aya and Zea Nalya" was written above their apartment address, with no return address listed. It looked official enough, with a company-style delivery invoice and plenty of tape around the edges to secure whatever load lay inside. She sliced the tape and popped the box open, then dug through a layer of packing-peanuts (while remembering how Aya used to call it 'Angel Poop') and drew out a thick sheet of plastic, all folded up into a neat little box. The plastic was green, with lighter green patches and little black lines around it. She could tell immediately that it was an inflatable alligator pool toy. With a laugh, she set the large deflated toy aside and continued to sift through the packing peanuts, even going as far as to dump them in a pile on the floor in order to ensure that nothing else came in the box. At last, one little note fluttered out of the box. Zea tossed the box to the side and picked up the note, written in fine cursive "For your enjoyment~"
With a sigh, the orca looked to the pool toy. The apartment complex where she lived didn't even have a pool, and the public pool was a literal cesspool of crying children and fat and/or old people in unflattering bathing suits with unflattering sunburns. Still, the orca figured there was no harm in giving the toy a test-run. If anything, she could at least oil herself up and maybe use the handles to amuse herself.
Zea unfolded the layers of plastic and laid the pool toy out across the floor. She was getting excited just thinking about using this toy in all sorts of ways, since she wouldn't be able to head to the Tub until Aya got back. She flipped the long alligator over onto its back and found the nozzle a little low on the stomach. It seemed too perfectly placed for her perverse mind. She began to huff and puff, closing her eyes and holding the nozzle with one hand while feeling up the artificial-plastic stomach of the alligator as it inflated.
The orca could feel her expansive lungs straining after a few huffs, her head getting a little dizzy. She knew her cardio had suffered since she had been forced to relax, but she had no idea it had gotten this bad. She was so light-headed she thought that the plastic was really starting to feel like hard scales. Perhaps she'd inflated it too much? With a peek of her eyes, she could tell there was still plenty of inflating to go, but gods she felt off. The alligator didn't look like a pool toy at all! Resolved to take a break, she plugged the nozzle and carefully stood to catch her breath and get a glass of water.
She returned a moment later to see the alligator waiting on the floor for her. Not waiting as in 'right-where-I-left-it' waiting, but waiting as in 'head-propped-up-in-hand, tapping-tail-on-the-floor' waiting. The plastic cup of water clattered to the floor and spilled across the tile, and the partially-deflated alligator swirled a finger through the puddle and brought some of the water to his lips. Yes, certainly a he, the prominent 'nozzle' jutting up between his half-inflated legs was testament to that.
"Well, are you going to finish the job or just leave me blue-balling here?" The gator said in a smooth, suave voice.
"You're... well this can't be right... who are you? How'd you get in here?" Zea's eyes rolled over the gator, watching as partly-inflated limbs wriggled to try and get comfortable, but the air within the living pool toy refused to cooperate and toes or his tail kept wobbling in odd ways.
"If memory serves, you unpackaged me, laid me out, and started to huff and puff. That's how I got in here. My name is Zero."
It was a dream, a particularly lucid dream, but a dream. Zea found comfort in that thought, and decided to take control of this strange little fantasy she found herself in, "Alright Zero... let me finish you up and maybe you can tell me more about yourself." Zea slipped down and pushed the gator's legs apart, grasping his limp shaft and giving it a firm stroke, squeezing what little air was in it straight out. The gator let out an aroused, though protesting growl, falling limp onto his back and staring glaze-eyed up at the ceiling. Zea unplugged the nozzle and let a little air out, just to tease. It didn't smell like her breath, but musky and rich, a lot like sex. The scent really stoked Zea's fire and she wrapped her lips back around his 'nozzle' and began to huff again. She felt his hand grip the back of her head, his fingers slowly inflating and becoming more solid, able to grip a little harder.
With every blow of her powerful lungs, the plastic feel of his flesh faded and true scales began to pop out along Zero's body. His shaft steadily became harder and harder, pulsing underneath her touch as if he had a heart, though she knew there must be nothing within his inflatable body. Each puff made his muscles stand out a little more, gave more definition to his face, and turned his teeth and claws a little harder. As the last of his limbs and tail tightened up with a few last puffs, Zero began to wriggle and pull away with a soft little "W-wait..!" but the orca would have none of that. With a final hard draw, Zea found herself gulping down on a rich liquid. Zero was climaxing right into her muzzle, holding her head onto his crotch and forcing his seed down her throat! Zea gulped with practiced movements, draining his slick, hot seed before finally capping the nozzle. The cap seemed to simply disappear into the flesh of his meat, and lying across the ground was a true, full alligator, not the pool toy she had unpackaged moments before.
"My name is Zea." The orca purred, gazing up at the spent gator, a silly grin on his green face, yellow eyes glazed over.
"Nice to meet you. Thanks for... heh... finishing the job."
"My pleasure." Zea, curious, reached down and lifted the gator. Just as she thought; he was nothing but air inside, weighing on a few scant pounds that she could easily manipulate. Zero cried out in protest, struggling with fake muscles until he was thrown unceremoniously onto the bed.
"Hey, what was that all about?" He snarled, sitting up in the bed.
"You're a pool toy. Emphasis on toy, right?"
"I'm a little more than a toy! I'm a prototype, hence the name 'Zero', and I'm here for science."
"Mmhmm, I'd believe you if I didn't still have the taste of your cum on my tongue." Zea crawled up onto the bed, reaching down and uncapping Zero's 'nozzle', giving it a few hard pumps of air, restoring his cock to a full hard-on whether the gator was ready or not.
The alligator seemed like he could hardly stand it, clutching into the sheets of the bed and thrashing his tail this way and that, practically howling into the air, "H-hey!! C-cut that out!"
"Sorry babe, I should have warned you, I'm a little rough with my toys... Now tell me more about yourself, Zero, like where you came from." Zea straddled the gator's hips, admiring the tone of his stomach and legs with her smooth hands.
The alligator huffed a little, glaring at the orca for a moment, clearly offended by being used as such a thing, "I'm a prototype companion toy. My inside is lined with factory nanobots that take the water and carbon dioxide from breath and turn it into the materials I need to feel lifelike. My outside is lined with extractors that take dust and material from the air and ground and turn it into everything that breath can't give me. After the initial 'blow-up', I'm designed to be a sophisticated companion, not some sort of... sex toy. I can do so much more than sex!" The alligator's gaze shifted away from the orca, a rosy blush rising on his green-scaled cheeks.
"I see~ So if you're supposed to be more than that, why give you such a prominent..." Zea grasped the alligator's thick cock, "...and the ability to make such realistic cum?"
"That's... where things get a little bit more complicated. You see, that cum wasn't really cum... I... ah... it was a nanobot-rich serum that... is programmed to client-specifications."
The orca could do little else but quirk a brow in confusion. Maybe Aya would have been able to make sense of this.
The gator could sense the confusion and reached forward, tentatively pressing a hand to Zea's stomach, "May I?" with a nod from the orca, Zero unbuttoned Zea's shorts and slid his fingers down to press firmly against Zea's clit. The orca let out a little mewl of delight, grinning ear-to-ear at such a forward display from her newest plaything. She always loved it when males took the initiative. Zero took a deep breath, "This will help explain everything a lot easier than words will..." and he gave a firm little tug on Zea's firm clit.
The tug sent Zea reeling. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt, and it flowed through her body like a rush of air, tickling her flesh from the inside. All her muscles felt so relaxed, so loose, unlike any climax she'd ever had. Zero pressed his thumb to the clit and the sensation ended, leaving Zea panting for breath. It took her a while to see that her clothes were a bit loose in places, particularly around her generous bust, "Hey..."
The orca slid her hands up to her breasts, squeezing the now A-cup mounds, her bra practically falling off of them. With no concern for modesty here, she shucked off her clothes to examine her shrunken breasts, teasing over her perked nipples, "That's not right." She mused aloud, feeling down her body to her hips, which also seemed diminished, "What did you do?"
"I deflated you a little." The gator said matter-of-factly. There was no humor in his eyes, his face completely blank and serious.
"You're shitting me."
"No, I'm deflating you." The gator pulled his thumb away from her clit and that full-body sensation flowed through her again.
This time the orca watched herself, watched as her breasts disappeared completely, as her hips shrank down and her legs and arms began to go thin. The gator pushed his thumb to her clit to stop the flow of air, plugging Zea's own little 'nozzle' with its cap.
The orca jumped back, her shorts and panties falling right off of her figure. Shocked, she rushed into the bathroom to look into the mirror, and the sight of her diminished body sent her reeling.
She was at least a foot shorter than she had been, with a completely flat chest and no curves to speak of. She was a stick! It was a miracle that she could hold herself up, and upon a touch-examination of her body, she felt that everything... felt normal. Her flesh felt like real flesh and when she flexed, what muscle she had left flexed beneath her skin. She could feel the bones of her face and she could feel her ribcage beneath her flat breasts.
Experimentally, she slid her fingers up into her body and could feel that her pussy was still fully intact. When she breathed or swallowed, it all felt natural. Was this what Zero felt?
She marched back into the bedroom and put her hands on her hips, glaring at the gator on the bed, "What did you do?"
"I just deflated you! See, if you hadn't been so eager to gulp down my cum like you were I could have explained before, but no~."
"Explain better!"
"Look, my cum is filled with nanobots, just like the ones that are inside me. They've absorbed all of the raw material in your body and created a lining along your insides, creating a super-structure that feels and looks and acts as if your body was full of everything it's supposed to, just like me. Here, feel." The gator slid to the edge of the bed and took one of Zea's slenderized hands, pressing it to his chest, "See? Feel the heartbeat?"
Zea took a deep breath to calm herself and focused... She could indeed feel his heartbeat, though she knew he was filled with nothing but her breath. This was truly becoming a strange and oddly detailed dream.
"The real problem is the specifications that the nanobots in you are programmed to... See, I don't have any control over it at all, but the client that ordered me for you wanted you to be... 'size-flexible'."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Zea gazed up to the gator, who was now at least a foot and a half taller than she was.
"If you deflated me, I'd become flat again like a... ahem... er... like a pool toy... but look at how you deflated. You just became smaller, more, eh, petite."
Zea pouted, "What are you trying to say? Are you going to try to sell me to someone? I'll cut you if you do."
"No, no!" Zero waved his arms in defense, "Nothing like that!"
"Then make me big again, my original size! I hate not having tits, I look like some prepubescent boy!"
"Now that you mention it-"
"Shut up!" Zea hopped onto the bed and grabbed the gator by the snout, tugging his face right into her crotch and locking her ankles behind his long head.
Resigned to his task, the gator unplugged Zea's clit and wrapped his lips around it. Zea could feel her flesh tingling again, and it became more and more difficult to keep a threatening scowl on her face. With the gator's hard scales rubbing against the inside of her thighs and his scaly lips pressed so firmly against her own soft nethers... Zea lost track of it all, falling back onto her bed. She gripped into the sheets, giving herself to the sensation, to the feel of being steadily stretched throughout her body. Each puff of his artificial lungs threatened to send her right over the edge!
Zero seemed to be enjoying himself too. The gator lost track of time, and how much he had blown into the orca. When the orca finally climaxed, giving him a rush of her nectar to taste, he finally pulled back and plugged her clit, pulling away from her warm thighs and gazing down upon the orca with steadily widening, shocked eyes.
The orca didn't seem to notice for a while longer, too busy wriggling about in the sheets, bouncing her light-as-air body a little. It wasn't until she rolled onto her stomach and found that her head couldn't reach her pillow did she finally open her eyes. The shock made her squeak in surprise, bouncing up and sitting up on the bed, moving easily thanks to her diminished weight, which was the opposite of how her body looked.
Zea had been inflated far beyond specification. She didn't look fat, not in the least bit, but she was much larger. Her breasts had ballooned out atop her chest and her hips had flared out to complete the stunning hourglass figure she now sported. Her legs were much more shapely, and her tail was much thicker, and atop it all, she was at least two feet taller than her original, already impressive 5'10" height. Now nearly eight feet tall, the orca's head bumped the ceiling when she stood atop the bed! She quickly sauntered off of the bed, gazing down at herself, only able to see cleavage. She dashed to the bathroom for the second time to examine what the gator had wrought, leaving the gator staring after her with wide, glazed eyes.
When she saw herself in the mirror, the orca nearly melted. She looked stunning! She was the big, busty, beautiful woman she had always wanted to be. Now she looked on the outside the way she felt on the inside, a commanding presence, full of beauty and sex-appeal. She sauntered out of the room and grabbed the gator by the snout, pulling his light body up between her massive, bouncing breasts, smooshing the reptile between them.
Zero didn't complain in the least, practically melting into the creamy warmth of her newly enhanced cleavage.
"So, now that I've got you where I want you, who's this client of yours?" Zea practically purred to the gator as he snuggled into her heavy breasts.
"I... I dunno, I wasn't told." He sighed happily, dragging his broad, wet tongue across her flesh, sending a shiver up the orca's spine. His clawed hands groped up along her hips, pulling his scaled body closer to hers.
"Is that so? Do you at least know the plan? I mean, you're responsible for making me this way." Zea let the gator put his hands wherever he liked, stroking the back of his head like she might a pet.
The gator stuck his snout up through the top of her cleavage and gazed up into her eyes, "It was supposed to be some sort of surprise, I think."
The orca took note of that, wondering who might have the gall to send such a device after her, "Will any of this wear off?"
"Oh sure, as soon as you... wake up..." the gator's voice seemed to warp a little, wavering, sounding more feminine. Zea tried to focus on the voice, only to find everything fading to black.
"Wake up... wake up... Zea?"
Zea awoke to her sister tugging on her shoulder. She gazed up at her twin with glazed eyes, a bit of drool dripping from the corner of her mouth and onto the keyboard of her computer. She looked down at her unaltered body, and around the room. No sign of an alligator, no blown-up breasts. She sighed heavily, "Oh Aya, I had the craziest dream."
"I guess you took relaxing a little too seriously huh?" Aya giggled, "Oh hey, I forgot to check the mail, could you do that when you finish waking up?"
Zea gave a drowsy nod and stretched her arms out above her head. It was already past five o'clock on a weekday. She doubted their landlord would still be there if they had any packages, but at least she'd be able to collect the bills that were waiting for them, no doubt. She swung the door open and stepped out, only to find herself tumbling to the floor. A quick glance between her legs revealed that a strange, large box had been waiting at their door...