When Simon had left, Kimberly had looked the part of a living blowup doll. Those rounded and fake looking tits, that frizzy 80's hair, even her makeup had been a bit overdone. Now she looked… Well, Simon couldn't say she looked normal. Not in the slightest. Just maybe not as fake.
Her breasts had more than doubled in size since he last saw them, but they now had heft and jiggle that made them look less like balloons. Definitely too big to be real (and still too firm) but shape wise they were damn near perfect. Similarly she'd sprouted some serious curves, and her rather out of date hair had been replaced with a waterfall of molten gold that ran down past her ass.
Said ass had completely consumed the thong of the black swimsuit Simon had gotten her, and she'd only deflated her breasts just enough that the straps of the suit covered her nipples.
"Thanks," she said, posing in the mirror. "I'll have to repay the favor sometime."
"Don't worry about it," Simon said quickly as Derrick shot him a panicked look. "I'm more interested in how much you changed since I was here."
"How d'ya mean?" She put her arms behind her back, feigned innocence on her face warring with the way her pose thrusted her chest forwards. "Oh, these?" She followed his gaze down to her breasts. "Well, I'm a blow up doll. You blow me up, I get bigger."
Derrick was at her side in an instant, one arm around Kim and squeezing her close. She nuzzled against him, but still spared Simon a flirty wink. "There's other stuff too," He said, a bit of urgency in his voice. "We put water in her, and it made her a bit less… silicone. Shampoo let her redo her hair."
"Let her?" Simon asked Kim this, not really buying that Derrick had all that much to do with things.
"Yeah," she said, still nuzzling Derrick. "Ya get all sorts'a stuff depending on what ya put in me. Water's the one I use most, makes it easier ta look normal. Plus gives me a bit more… heft" She stamped her foot for emphasis, but it still only made a light noise. "Mixin' a bit 'a shampoo in, I can change my hair by thinkin' about how i want it ta look."
"And is this all permanent?"
"The shampoo is, though o' course my hair'll get messy over time. Just like anyone's, I guess. The water only lasts 'till the next time I'm deflated."
"Is that it?" Simon asked. "Just shampoo and water?"
"I mean, it's enough!" Derrick appeared to have elected for the defensive role against any angle of attack. Particularly the ones that originated in his own head.
"I can do all sorts'a things." Kim paused to let them reach their own conclusions, innuendo being Kim's second language. "Though you boys seem like ya like experimentin', so I won't go spoilin' nothin'. I will say if I water down some makeup it's the only way I can change my look."
"You can't just do that normally?" Simon found himeself intrigued despite it all.
Kim gave her eyeshadow a rather heavy rubbing, then pulled her fingers away to reveal they didn't have a hint of color on them. "This ain't makeup. Just my skin changin' color. Plus, real makeup don't stick ta me right. Just kind of flakes off of my skin after a minute or so." Something seemed to occur to her then. Her big blue eyes lit up and she peeled herself away from Derrick. "Actually, ya guys said this was a beach themed party, right?"
"Well, we didn't get you that swimsuit just because it looks good." Simon realized this was the equivalent of handing Kim a lit match when she already had a jerry can of gas.
"Ya can dress me up however ya want…" and she began to strip out of the swimsuit.
"Woah!" Derrick came around, putting himself between Simon and Kim. "Kim, not in front of Simon."
"What? It ain't nothin' he's never seen before…" She didn't stop stripping out of her swimsuit, giving her hips an exaggerated sway to slide it off. Then she paused. "Oh, should'a asked. Ya guys got any sunscreen?"
Getting jealous of Simon was stupid, and Derrick knew it. Didn't stop him from feeling it though.
Kim seemed to be flirting with them both openly. Yes, it was easier to put things in her plug when she was naked and laying down. That didn't mean she had to splay herself out, legs spread and arms positioned to squeeze her breasts together as she looked to the side and gave them little shy smiles.
She took some of Derrick's sunscreen, soluble enough that she could mix it with a bit of water, and slowly poured some down her funnel. She bit her lip, curling her toes as the cloudy sunscreen-water flowed into her.
Her skin changed, radiating out from the hole. From pale and pinkish, she took on a sunkissed bronze with no tan lines. Within moments she'd gone from pale pornstar to golden beach bunny. "Ta-dah!" She plugged the hole again and shoved it into her belly-button.
"How long does that one last?" Simon asked.
"Fades like a normal tan, but if ya want me pale just gimme some makeup." She made a dismissive noise as she stood up. "Anyways, time for that later. For now… tell me about this party!"
She told them she'd stay in the bedroom and wait for the party. In an ideal world she'd have gotten a nice screw out of one of them, but they seemed preoccupied. It wouldn't have mattered which one of them did it, so long as she could get someone to use her. Though Derrick's breath filling her did lead to a certain longing…She could feel him hot and vital inside of her, making her ache for him. Still, if Simon were offering she wouldn't say no.
There'd be plenty of time for that later. For now she had something more important to check.
Derrick had left the box at the foot of the bed, and now that she was alone Kimberly quickly bent down and retrieved it. Or more specifically, the smaller box inside.
Twelve valves. There were always twelve valves in there. Even that time she'd been knocked over in the street and spilled them into traffic. Sure enough when she got back to the apartment there were twelve valves just waiting for her. The only caveat was they only seemed to stick around for so long. About 4 hours, she'd timed it once. Plenty of time.
Carrying the box around the party would be too conspicuous, but she'd had practice. One over each of her nipples, one down the front of her suit, partially inside her pussy, one between the globes of her ass. Four. She'd need to limit it to four girls.
And of course that girlfriend of Simon's was the most obvious pick…
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