Simon dragged back one of the many boxes that clogged the frat house's attic, sending out a cloud of dust that had him falling back and choking.
"You ok?" asked Derrick, working on another corner.
"Ye-" Simon had another coughing spurt. "Yeah. Just… glad I don't have a dust allergy."
"I say Ben doesn't really have one. Just a good excuse to get out of this crap." Their fraternity brother said his eyes went red just walking by the attic.
"Well, he's stuck with party setup anyways." Simon flipped open one of the boxes, seeing a stack of old newspapers inside. "Fire hazard," he said and set it aside. They were supposed to be looking for anything that could be good for the party, but it was becoming pretty clear that this was just an excuse to get them to clean the place out.
Beta Delta Gamma wasn't exactly a stereotypical fraternity. Not known for their wild parties or womanizing ways. You had to be a STEM major to get in and the house rules enforced strict silent study periods. Simon and Derrick were both in the computer science program and had a lot of the same classes together. Indeed, Simon would have considered Derrick one of his best friends. On the other hand if Simon didn't usually shave his head then Derrick would have made him tear out his hair from time to time.
Case in point…
Simon pulled another box back, then made a disgusted "Ugh," sound.
"What is it?" Derrick's head perked up with interest, his beanpole body leaving a lot of up for him to perk.
"Sex doll," said Simon. "I'm going to get some gloves."
"Well, hang on." Derrick was over in a heartbeat. "Let's get a look at her."
"...Her?".
"No need to be disrespectful. Plus, dude, it's a decoration. It's not like anyone fucked it."
He reached down with his bare hands, picking up the sex doll and shaking it out. It had white "skin" and blonde hair, with a woman's smiling face plastered on it, a plug where its navel should be and big empty sacks on the front for the tits. Simon also couldn't help but notice the pretty prominent hole between its legs.
"Thank god we were born into the era of internet porn…" he muttered.
Derrick didn't seem to pick up on that. "This'll be great, dude!"
"The fuck you talking about?" Was Derrick really-?
"We'll dress her up in a bikini, or maybe a bra and panties, and then put her on the drink table." He saw Simon's expression. "What? I know we don't have the coolest reputation, dude, but it is a frat party."
"And where were you planning on getting a bra and panties?"
"I mean, you could ask Charlotte…." Simon stonewalled his hopeful expression.
"You ask her."
"She's your girlfriend, dude."
"And I'd like her to stay that way." He looked over the doll. "Besides, I don't think Charlotte's clothes are going to fit her. It."
Derrick gave the sex doll a look. "Yeah, Charlotte's boobs are pretty tiny-Ow!" He jumped as Simon punched him in the shoulder. "Dude! You said it first!"
"This thing's been up here since the 80's. It'll probably have a leak in it."
"I'll blow it up first." Derrick gave a shrug, then his face lit up. "Oh, dude! Those girls from Phi Pi Phi are coming over, right? I'll ask one of them."
"You're going to ask a girl you've never talked to before to give you her underwear so a sex doll can wear it?"
"It'll be a good icebreaker!"
Simon was getting the beginnings of a headache. "Ok… this is all on you if anyone asks."
"That just means I get the credit."
Despite his earlier excitement about this, Derrick threw the sex doll in a nearby box before taking her out of the attic. His reputation couldn't survive the sight of him taking a sex doll to his room.
He set the box down on the bed and opened it up. Besides the doll there was a smaller box next to it full of what looked like replacement plugs. Score! He hadn't even noticed the other box.
Simon was right about one thing though. He should make sure the doll hadn't sprung a leak before he went over to Phi Pi Phi. He could just imagine getting a girl to lend him her bikini, only for her to turn up at the party and there be no doll. So, making sure that his door was locked, he put the doll's nozzle between his lips and began to blow her up.
There was quite a bit of air that was supposed to go into a blowup doll. Derrick wasn't in the absolute best shape, and his lungs were soon burning. He supposed that getting some sort of pump was probably the best idea. Then again for the target audience blowing up the doll like this was probably part of the appeal. Like foreplay or something.
She slowly took shape, arms and legs crinkling and those pointy latex boobs slowly filling. Her head looked a lot better once it was inflated. Less just a picture and more of a face with an actual shape. Even her blonde hair looked less like a lump of latex on her head and more like something with volume.
Finally he began to feel her tightening up, the air from his lungs fully filling her. She was tall enough to take up his bed, and her latex felt taut.
Then there was a noise. A wet pop like someone pulling their lips apart under suction. Suddenly Derricks lips weren't on latex, they were on skin.
He leaned back, looking down at the doll's stomach because he was scared to look at the rest of her. Smooth pale skin, wide hips and a taut core. Her thighs were slightly spread, showing the lips a smooth and hairless pussy where there had once been a crude hole. However where there would be a belly button, there was still the valve of a blow up doll.
Derrick looked up slowly. Laying on his bed, propped up on her elbows, was a girl. She had gigantic poofy blonde 80;s hair, and her breasts were a pair of extremely fake looking rigid orbs the size of grapefruits. The girl smiled at him. "Heya, cutie."
Derrick screamed.
Simon sat at his desk with a book open, and debated going next door to help his friend. On the one hand, Derrick freaking out over nothing wouldn't be a new occurrence. On the other hand he was pretty sure he just heard something fall on the floor. The image of Derrick potentially lying unconscious on his floor eventually got him to his feet.
Since his desk faced Derrick's room, he raised one hand to the wall and knocked. "Derrick? You ok?" He said with his voice raised.
He heard shuffling, and what sounded like talking. Only there was a woman's voice, so it was probably Derrick watching something. Then there was a rushing series of thumping footsteps, the sound of a door unlocking, and then suddenly Derrick was in Simon's doorway.
"Dude!" he jumped up and down, pointing back towards his room.
"You really need to find another word," said Simon, sitting back down in his chair. "You sound like a ninja turtle."
"Seriously du-Simon! You need to see this!"
Simon's attention turned back towards the desk. "Pass." Only a moment later Derrick had him by the arm and was dragging him next door.
When he saw the naked girl he turned away, holding up a hand to block her out. "Woah!"
"No, listen," Derrick shut the door behind them. "You don't understand!"
"Miss, I am sorry. My friend's an idiot."
"It's fine," said the girl, making no attempt to cover herself. "I think he's cute." She had what sounded like a New York accent, and quite a bit of vocal fry despite her higher pitch. She laughed, "You ain't so bad eitha'."
"Thanks," he pulled Derrick closer, whispering so the girl didn't hear. "Did you hire a stripper!?"
"No!" Derrick pointed at her again. "She's the sex doll!"
"...What?"
"I blew up the sex doll and she came to life. Look at her!"
"No."
"She still has the valve!"
"It's true, Imma sex doll." The girl swung her legs off the bed and stood up, that did draw Simon's attention. Especially since she stepped right up to the two of them, her finger going down and flicking the valve on her stomach. Simon found himself staring at it transfixed. He hadn't noticed it before. "If ya don't believe him, go ahead and let some'a my air out."
"Uh," said Derrick, "won't that, like, kill you?"
"Ya found me deflated, didn'chya? Ya can just fill me up again."
Simon came back to his senses and rolled his eyes. "Look, you put a lot of effort into this. Did you do the makeup on the valve yourself?"
"This is real! Seriously, dude!"
"Did you plant that doll there for me to find? I'll admit the 80's hair is a nice touch."
The girl took some of her hair between her fingers and stretched it out. "Is it not the 80's no more?"
Simon rolled his eyes, at this point he was getting used to the girl's nudity. "Listen, what's your name?"
"Kimberly. Friends call me Kim."
"Kim. You're very talented. I'm not touching that plug."
"Why not?" Her smile had turned downright mischievous now. and suddenly her nudity was doing things for Simon again.
Simon looked up at the ceiling. "For one, I have a girlfriend."
"What? A guy can't help a girl out with her valve and not have it be a sex thing?"
After a moment, Simon sighed. "You know what? If it'll get me out of this…" He reached out and pinched the valve.
Air rushed out, and Kim's head began to collapse.
Simon jumped back as Kim fell to the floor, partially deflated and looking distinctly more plastic and less defined. Even her features looked printed onto her rubbery face and her hair now just a solid shape on top of her head.
While Simon was still frozen in silent shock, Derrick had bent down and began blowing into Kim's valve. Simon hadn't let all that much air out, so soon there was a wet popping noise and Kim was back.
"Thank ya!" she said. She sat up and gave Derrick a kiss on the cheek (leaving Derrick looking like he might deflate next) before standing back up. "There ya go. Sex doll."
Simon looked into her deep blue eyes. "...Holy shit."
She primped her hair. "I try."
Derrick (likely realizing he was now face to face with Kim's pussy,) stood up, swallowing. "Did that hurt? Deflating like that?"
"No," she (distractingly) shrugged. "Feels more like goin' to sleep. Speakin' of, you said I have 80's hair? What year is it?"
Kimberly had needed to sit down after they told her. "40 years…" She ran a hand through her hair.
"I know that can't be easy to hear," said Simon.
"Ya say ya found me inna attic? Where?"
"Uh," Derrick scratched the side of his head. "Behind some boxes."
She laughed, "I meant where's the attic? Where are we?"
"Beta Delta Gamma Fraternity," said Simon, still in position by the door.
"Fraternity? I'm atta college?" She stood up, and Derrick realized she was about to pull the blinds aside.
"Woah!" he said, catching her by the shoulder. She was… light. Not quite as much as you'd think a blowup doll would be, but there wasn't nearly as much mass as a normal girl when he took hold of her. Plus her shoulder sort of… squished under his grip.
"What?" she asked, not sounding offended but shifting away from him.
"We're only on the second floor here, and it's a pretty busy street."
"..'Kay?" she looked between him and Simon, not seeming to get it.
Simon gestured to her. "You're very naked."
Kim looked down, then laughed. "Oh, right. It's notta big deal for sex dolls. Borrow a shirt?"
Derrick was tall enough that one of his shirts could function as a sort of mini-dress for Kim. However he was thin enough that it still clung tight to her every curve. She looked down at the logo stretched over her chest, pretty freely cupping her assets. "Hey, Space Invaders! You still got that in the future?"
"I mean… it's a classic."
"Never played it much myself, but my boyfriend was crazy about it."
"Boyfriend?" Derrick's tone got an eye roll from Simon and a laugh from Kim.
"Jealous?" she asked, pulling the blinds aside and rather gratuitously bending down to look out. The shirt rode up, and even though it was literally nothing Derrick hadn't seen before he found himself taking a peek. She let out a low whistle. "Definitely not in New York no more. Where are we?"
"Des Moines," said Derrick. And he saw her blank expression. "Iowa."
"Iowa…" she looked out the window again. "I've never been further west than Hoboken."
"So, what do we do with you?" asked Simon.
Kim sat herself on the windowsill, brushing her hair back and giving a little shrug. "Well, you can guess that I'm pretty experienced. I don't know if ya've come up with new stuff in the last 40 years, but I'm flexible." She shot Derrick a wink.
"Wait," said Simon, "are you talking about-?"
"All my holes have lube too, so we can do anal as easily as vaginal. Or a blowjob. It all feels just as good to me."
"Hang on-"
"I do sorta prefer bein' on top. What with how light I am, though if ya get a funnel and pour water inta me-"
"Kimberly." Derrick stood up. "I meant more what do you want us to do? Not sex. You've lost 40 years. What do you need? You mentioned a boyfriend."
For the first time since she'd been inflated, Kim's expression was anything but light. "I mean, it's been 40 years. Either he's dead or he-" she hugged herself, "-he threw me out. I don't wanna think about it."
"Or he lost you." Derrick added it almost desperately, trying to throw Kim some hope.
"Who loses a person? Look, I don't wanna go reopening old wounds." She brightened up, "Besides, I got you guys now!"
"Kimberly…" Simon rubbed his eyes. "We're not going to fuck you."
"I don't think ya speak for both'a ya'." She looked to Derrick, and then down to where he was sporting a very obvious erection. "What's ya' name, cutie?"
"D-Derrick."
She pointed to Simon. "His?"
"Simon," said Simon, but he was looking at Derrick.
"Now," said Kim, standing up. "I heard Simon say something about a girlfriend. How about you?"
"No, no girlfriend." Simon rolled his eyes, and Derrick felt a pang of conscience. "I wouldn't want to take advantage."
And Kim's look became positively smoldering. "Nah, you wouldn't be takin' advantage. You'd be helpin' me out. I've been keepin' it in, but I've been so fuckin' horny since I woke up."
Simon looked between the two of them again. "Look, you're adults. I'm going to go see Charlotte, but try to remember that this is a crowded house?"
"I c'n keep it down." Kim said with a wink, then her gaze fell on Derrick.
Simon's hand grabbed Derrick and pulled him aside. "What?" Derrick asked, a bit tired of how much Simon was cock blocking him here.
"Just be careful, all right? We don't know her full story."
"I will, now would you get out of here dude?" He smiled back at Kim, who gave him a wave in return. "You're killing the mood."
Simon took a breath and then said: "Fine. Knock yourself out."
"Bye Simon…" Kim's voice was teasing as he left, then she locked her sight on Derrick. "Now, how d'ya want me?"
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