Charlotte rubbed her eyes. The paper in front of her stubbornly refused to advance past the second page, various precedents, trials and legal citations danced around on the page in an incomprehensible soup. She'd say she needed a break, but she'd just gotten back from one. What she needed was a 60 year vacation.
"Hey," came Simon's voice with a short knock.
Simon was tall, black and kept himself in better shape than most computer science majors. Right now her boyfriend was quite the distraction… but also one that Charlotte was willing to give in to.
"Hello," she turned in her chair to face him, leaning against the headrest. "What brings you here?"
"It's… kind of weird." He looked at her computer. "In the middle of something?"
"Nothing that matters too much," she lied, "just getting some stuff done before the party tonight. What's the weird thing?"
He looked up, thinking for a moment. "Do you know how to look up a missing person?"
Derrick's space invaders t-shirt lay crumpled beside his bed, a fully nude Kim straddling him kissing him deeply. At her urging he let his hands explore her body, squeezing her tight aerobics bottom and then going up the curve of her waist and then to stroke the undersides of her breasts.
Her body was… odd. Not in an off putting way, it was just that while he could feel bones underneath her skin he didn't think that they were supposed to feel this flexible. Plus, again, she didn't weigh much. Maybe about as much as a laptop, and not a chunky gaming laptop either.
"Mmm…" she purred as he ran his thumbs over her nipples. Kim leaned back, looking down at him with a big smile. "Ya like those?"
"Y-Yeah…" He placed his palms over her nipples, getting another laugh.
"Ok then, two things. One? Don't worry about bein' too rough. I don't feel things like a normal girl."
Derrick gave her chest a little squeeze, which made her hips shimmy against his. "I guess I'm just a little worried about popping you."
"Don't. I can get a hole in me if I'm cut, and that can make me flat, but I heal up. Leave me alone for an hour and you can fill me right back up."
"Oh, good. What was the other thing?"
That made her smile, leaning back further to indicate her stomach. "Two? Do you wanna see 'em bigger?"
The picture on the screen was of a gawky girl, her face marked with acne and her eyes hidden behind thick glasses that had caught a lot of the camera flash. The name on it was Kimberly Jenkins, but besides being blonde she was more or less nothing like the girl that Simon had left Derrick with. Only… something about the shape of her face and the slight smile she wore in the archive photo seemed familiar.
"Mind telling me what this is about?" asked Charlotte, whose shoulder Simon was still leaning over.
"Would you believe that it's about someone that Derrick is dating?"
Charlotte looked at the picture, then back at Simon. "You think Derrick's dating a missing person from 1982?"
"Kind of yes? Or at least someone… related to her. Sorry, this is stuff that's personal. I get the feeling you'll learn about it.at the party tonight."
Charlotte gave him a suspicious look. "Ok, Way to leave me in suspense then."
Simon decided to change the topic. "Have you decided what you're going to wear?"
"I mean… I was kind of thinking my shorts and a tank top."
Simon couldn't quite blame her. He had a suspicion that Beta Delta Gamma had chosen a "beach" theme for their party to get a lot of girls in bikinis to show up. However the kind of girls that tended to show up to Beta Delta Gamma parties weren't exactly the types to parade around in bikinis.
Though, in his opinion, Simon was pretty sure Charlotte could pull it off. A petite Korean American girl with killer legs and long dark hair, she was taking pre-law courses and was poised to move up to bigger and more important schools than their little slice of mediocrity. As far as Simon was concerned she was a catch, but he'd clocked that his girlfriend had self-esteem issues pretty soon after they'd started dating (though who didn't?)
Not that he'd really expected her to strut around the party in a bikini. He'd have all summer with her to see that, and for now he had bigger issues.
Kim gave a little gasp as Derrick breathed some air into her. She hadn't laid on the bed, instead she'd taken advantage of her relative lightness and climbed up on Derrick's shoulders.
Derrick tried to look up as he inflated her, watching as her breasts went from their prior grapefruit size to large cantaloupes. They weren't the only things that swelled either, her tight little posterior suddenly swelled into a rounded ass. Squishing beneath his hands as it was the easiest place to grab her. Her thighs grew thicker, her hips wider, but really her breasts were the star of the show as they were soon resting on the top of his head, and about the size of it.
Derrick pulled away, reaching up and around Kim's thicker thighs to put her plug back in place and push it in. It actually nestled inside her belly-button. If you didn't know to look for it you'd never know it was there.
"This how big you like 'em?" Kim massaged her chest, which squished readily despite looking like she just had a pair of silicone fish bowls shoved under there.
"For now I… kind of just ran out of breath." Derrick looked over her newly more hourglass proportions. "Don't take this the wrong way… but I might have to buy a pump."
"Oh… I think we're gonna get along just great. For now though…" She reached out and grabbed his cock through his jeans. "40 years is a real long dry spell for a sex doll."
Kim didn't have to elaborate. They kissed, her hands positively attacking Derrick's pants. It was funny, for being so light she was surprisingly strong. She almost violently yanked David's pants down to his knees and pulled back, grinning down at his cock and wrapping both hands around it.
Her breasts looked so inviting, he just had to get a couple handfuls. They may have looked fake. Hell, they may have literally been inflated, but they felt soft and warm and real.
Kim's head jerked up, a gasp coming through her soft lips. "Y-Yeah! Use me!"
Use her? Well, if she insisted.
He picked her up, and with an almost fanatical gleam in her eye she kept both hands on his cock as he positioned it against her. Derrick was going to gently, but using that surprising strength she slammed her hips down. Both of them let their mouths hang open in silent ecstasy. It gave Derrick a moment to appreciate the texture of Kim.
It wasn't like a girl's pussy. Derrick had been pretty drunk the only time he'd experienced one, but this was obviously different. For one thing it clung around his length like a condom, the interior clearly not leading to anything. More than that she had ridges, little ribs that stroked him as she sighed in relief and began to ride him.
It was delectable. Miles beyond his one previous encounter, lightyears beyond what he thought being with a blow up doll would be like. She ground against them, holding him close as he held her flexible, squishy and soft body against him. Her breath was hot in his ear as she whispered a stream of lust.
When he came she put her lips over his mouth, capturing his moans and letting them mix with hers. HIs body arched, his cock thrust deep into her, and he felt her clench against him. Finally they slowed down, catching their breath and leaning against each other.
Derrick pulled out of her, laying down as Kim laid next to him , head propped up on one arm and a big smile on her lips. "Haven't missed a step, have I?"
"Y-Yeah…" Derrick swallowed. "You, uh, you don't sweat?"
"Nah," she said as she lay back. "Bein' honest? I don't gotta breathe neitha'."
"But… you were panting just now."
She put one finger against his chest, tracing it down. "'Cus I know ya like it."
"Oh…"
"Ya gotta understand…" She bent down and gave his chest a gentle kiss, blue eyes locked on his, "...I'm a sex doll. Gettin' used, makin' ya feel good? It's what makes me feel good."
The part of Derrick's brain that wasn't currently sex mush turned that over. "You don't like a… Do a… I mean what do you like? You know, when you're not having sex?"
"Mostly lookin ' for more sex, that or cleanin' up." She sat up, stretching. Derrick realized that it was a show, a way to look. "Speakin' of. I either gotta use a shower or you gotta deflate me and wash me inna sink."
"P-probably the shower. Though I don't know how to get you in there… You really don't want to do anything else?"
Her head tilted to the side. "Why, ya got somethin' in mind?"
"Well there's a party tonight. I was kind of thinking you could go."
She tapped her finger on her lips, looking up in thought. "I could do that. Though ya gotta make it up to me latah, ok?"
Derrick felt a bit of relief… though at the same time worry. "We'd need to find you something to wear though."
"And my hair," she fluffed out her hair. "Way ya talked about it made it sound like it's out of date."
"I don't know if we have time…"
She laughed. "Again, somethin' to show ya. I'm a bit more… malleable than other girls."
"How so?"
"Yu'll see, just get me a funnel and I'll show ya."
That got Derrick to sit up. "A funnel?"
"One small enough to fit in here." She twisted to show him the plug in her stomach. "Speakin' of… Did ya find any extra plugs near me?"
"Uh, yeah… in the box there." He gestured to the box he'd put by the end of the bed. "Is that important?"
"I just might need ta swap one out every now and then. They're not easy to come by. Can't exactly order 'em outta a catalogue." Something in his expression must have shown through. "What?"
"...Let me introduce you to the internet."
The text message wasn't surprising, but it was still eye-brow raising.
"If I send you some money and some measurements could you swing bythe mall and pick up a swimsuit and some flip flops for kim? she says it deosnt have to be precise cus she can stretch!"
Simon couldn't help but roll his eyes. Derrick having a relationship would generally be a positive thing, but this was literally with a blow up doll. Sure, Kimberly could at least hold a conversation, but she seemed downright eager to have sex in a deeply impersonal way. It felt like there was a distinct possibility of her wandering off with the next dick she saw.
He looked at the missing person's report for Kimberly Jenkins on his phone, and wondered if he wasn't being a bit judgmental.
Deciding that whatever else she was, Kim was a girl that had been dropped naked into a strange city in a different time period, Simon sent an "ok" back to Derrick.
Shock of all shock though, a landlocked state didn't have the greatest swimwear selection. Oh, it was certainly there. The mall even had a specialty shop dedicated to it. People had swimming pools, they went on vacation. Simon wasn't sure there was quite the selection that Kim would be looking for. but he could find something. He checked through the swimwear, looking at each and comparing it to the measurements he'd been sent.
"That can't be for Charlotte."
Sierra was a tall girl with dark skin and her hair done up in braids. Athletic, busty and stunning, she was also Simon's ex. Of course, they were on good terms. They told everyone that asked that they were on good terms, so how could they be on anything but good terms?
For a stupid moment he considered saying the suit was for Charlotte anyways. Only that was ridiculous, this had to be three or four sizes too big for her. Instead he went around it. "Sierra. What brings you here?"
"Hm," she said as she gave the swimsuit one last look. "Picking something up for the party tonight."
"You're coming?" Sierra had always been of the opinion that Simon's friends were the worst part of him. One of several reasons for their eventual breakup.
"It's open to everyone…" she held up a bright blue bikini, "What do you think?"
"Couldn't care less," Simon said. He grabbed a pair of flip-flops off the shelf that he hoped would fit Kim. "See you there."
"Wait up," she said, falling into step behind him. "I'm actually glad I ran into you."
"Really…" Simon said as he handed his purchases to the cashier.
"Listen, I don't want us to spend the rest of our time at college stepping around each other. We don't have to make up, we don't even have to be friends. Can we at least go to the same party and not have it be a big thing?"
Simon sighed. She was probably right. "Fine, but are you really wearing a bikini to the party?"
"Gonna have a robe over it," she handed her own bikini to the cashier. "Anyways, I'm wearing it with someone else."
"Who?"
She grinned out of the corner of her mouth. "You'll see…"
Kim sat herself in front of Derrick's laptop with her legs spread wide and her back straight. She wasn't much of a typist, so she slowly entered what she was looking for with both fingers hunting and pecking out what she wanted.
"So… it's like a magazine? And anyone can add anything they want to it?"
"I guess that's one way of looking at it…" He'd left Kim in the room for a bit with a promise to be quiet. As per her requests he'd returned with a bottle of water, a funnel, and some of his shampoo. "Did you find any more valves like I showed you?"
"The ones I got are still good, so I don't need more a' them right now. Instead I've been lookin' up hairstyles."
"Hairstyles?"
She grabbed Derrick's laptop by the screen (making him wince) to turn it around and show it to him. On the screen was some blonde model with a kind of throwback pinup hairstyle. "Think I wanna look like this."
"How?" Derrick took the laptop from her and gently set it aside.
"You got the shampoo and the funnel?"
"Yeah, and that towel so you can-"
"Great!" she grabbed the towel, shoving it between her legs and rather vigorously beginning to clean herself up. "First, the funnel."
He wasn't too surprised what she did with it, laying on her back and opening up the nozzle on her stomach before shoving the funnel part way in. "Ok," she said, "that part's a bit tricky, so you gotta renflate me if I mess it up, ok?"
"Ok…" Curiosity had the better of Derrick as he leaned in.
Kim opened the bottle of water, jammed the funnel all the way in, and started pouring water into the funnel before any air could leak out. The effect was immediate.
Her breasts and her butt-which had both had the overly round and rigid look of plastic surgery-began to change. They lost that extreme spherical shape, and instead her breasts fell into a more natural teardrop. They even sagged slightly. Not too much, but enough to make them look real. Well, a bit more real. Certainly they were more jiggly, which she demonstrated by grabbing them and doing just that. "There we go! I know I'm literally a doll, but that don't mean I gotta look like a Barbie, ya know?"
"S-Sure…" Derrick was a bit too entranced by the new shape of her chest to comment further.
"Helps with the weight problem too," she bounced on the bed a bit. It was likely that this was supposed to demonstrate how much she made the mattress sag, but the way it made her bounce was far too distracting. "Still probably only weigh about sixty pounds, but at least I can step outside without bein' blown away!"
"Yeah." His brain had sort of stuck on the word blow and Derrick found himself focusing on her lips now. Had they gotten bigger? Or was that just his imagination? Some of what she'd said slowly trickled through. "Wait, you barely weighed anything before. No way you poured sixty pounds of water into you."
She shrugged, "It ain't really about how much I pour in. Just that I pour some water in." "Ok, now for the hair…" She opened the still half-full water bottle and squirted a few shots of shampoo in. Shaking it up before repeating the process with the funnel. This time she closed her eyes as she poured it in, seeming to concentrate as her hair shifted.
From the big frizzy 80's perm, her hair began to unwind. It looked like it became thicker and glossier, straightening out and falling into bangs as it took on a brilliant golden sheen and flowed down past her hips. "There," she said, getting up on her knees and squeezing her newly more jiggling breasts together with her upper arms, "that look better?"
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