Dishonorable Inflation

Ryna sat in her car in the driveway for a while before getting out. She looked down at her Army Combat Uniform, barely believing that this was the last time she would be able to wear it. She had just finished out-processing from her unit with a dishonorable discharge. That basically meant she was fucked, it would be on her record forever and would close almost every door in her face.

And all for what? Because she might have discovered that the Lieutenant Colonel was cheating on his wife and may have used that as leverage to sleep with him herself. And she most certainly did all of that. The problem was that once she gave him the proof that he had been cheating, he turned on her. It just so happened that he had carefully-edited recordings of her trying to blackmail him so that he had the evidence against her without implicating himself. It wasn’t long before she was on the wrong end of the dishonorable discharge.

Finally, she climbed out of the car, waving to the man next door, who was out sitting on his porch. Ryna went inside, getting ready to take off her uniform for the last time.

The man next door, David, had not been sitting outside randomly. He knew she would be coming home at that time. He knew way more about her than she realized. Ever since David saw the curvy, four-foot-eleven latina woman, he had been obsessed. He knew she was being kicked out of the military. But more than that, he knew her greatest secret, one that she had kept from everyone in her life.

She was a flexi-human, having caught the virus during the flexi-pandemic. Though she carefully managed her condition, taking stabilizing medication provided by TRICARE, the military’s health insurance plan. David even knew that she only had a couple weeks worth of her pills left, with TRICARE no longer providing her any more now that she was discharged.

So he waited patiently, counting down the days until he knew that she was without medication.

Weeks passed, and David kept careful track of her comings and goings. Though none of those were that frequent since she had very few places to go. She basically only left the house when she had to go buy groceries or other necessities. He noted, thankfully, that she seemed to be keeping up her exercise routine in her home gym, her figure notably absent the significant weight gain that many recently-separated soldiers end up with.

Ryna was now two weeks without her medicine. Today was another lazy day, and she didn’t even bother to shower until the sun was already making its way below the horizon. Deciding that she should probably shower, she found herself in the bathroom.

Standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror, she carefully inspected her body for signs of her condition acting up. But no, her athletic, thick, curvy form was as smooth and sexy as ever. She heaved a sigh, happy to at least take some solace in the fact that at least as her illness is concerned, everything was going well.

Ryna stepped into the running, steaming shower, ready for a long soak even if that did tend to exacerbate her condition. While she was enjoying the shower, David was making his own plans.

From next door, David saw her upstairs bathroom light turn on through the small frosted glass window. He knew what that meant. She was getting into the shower, which seemed to be going longer and longer these days. He smiled to himself, gathered up an empty duffel bag and walked casually out his front door, crossing to Ryna’s house. She never locked the front door, so he let himself in, closing it casually behind him.

He moved through her house, collecting her five-foot-long ironing board before walking upstairs and taking position right outside of the bathroom door. He stood the ironing board against the wall, the top surface facing away from him. Then he leaned against the wall next to it, casually scrolling through his phone. When he heard the water turn off, he tucked his phone in his pocket and got ready.

Ryna, not knowing anything was different than normal, wrapped a towel around herself and stepped out of the bathroom, heading toward her bedroom. David sprung into action, grabbing the loose end of the towel and pulling hard. Ryna shrieked in surprise, the attack sending her spinning. As she struck the far wall with her back, her naked, dripping body on full display, David grabbed the ironing board by the legs, turned it around and pressed it against Ryna.

Her body, now unmediated by the stabilizing agent, squeezed and flattened under the blow, her skin bulging out on either side of the ironing board. David moved quickly, pulling his makeshift weapon away from her, then pressing again on her still 3-dimensional left side, then again on her right.

When he finally pulled the ironing board away from her, Ryna was fully flattened, propped up against the wall, a shocked expression on her face. A thousand questions ripped through her head, though the one at the forefront was: Why was he doing this? He had always seemed to like her and they had many pleasant chats in the yard and on each others’ front porch over a cup of coffee.

“Howdy neighbor!” David said with a smile.

Ryna was left incapable of responding, her entire body rendered flat as a piece of paper. His casual demeanor confused her, wondering how he could be flippant over attacking her like that. David peeled her off the wall, starting at her head and rolled her down upon herself. When she had been reduced to nothing more than a rolled-up poster of a woman, David tucked her into the duffel bag and carried her back to his home.

Trapped in darkness, Ryna panicked, wondering what the hell her friend and neighbor was doing with her. She felt the bag opening and something soft and something small and hard being tossed in with her, but without the ability to see out of her rolled-up body, she could only guess at what it was.

Only a few minutes later, light returned to her world as David unrolled her onto a table in his garage. Looking around, Ryna tried to track him, trying to figure out what he was doing. In her flattened position, she couldn’t get a good look. Though she heard the sound of an air compressor turning on, and then the rough feeling of something being shoved up her ass.

She screamed in her head as she felt air blasting into her ass, filling her body like a balloon. As she started to regain her shape, Ryna watched as David stepped over the top of her, holding one of her sexiest, lacy, purple push-up bras. He had raided her wardrobe?

David wrapped her chest in the bra, clasping it behind her while her body was still limp, then pulled the panties up her legs, settling it in on her thighs, not able to lift it any higher given the hose still protruding out of her ass. By now, she had basically regained her normal shape, though it felt wrong, like she was thin and bloated at the same time. Not to mention that the air was putting pressure on her insides, locking her in place, not allowing her muscles to move at her command.

Though when she was fully back to her typical shape, David didn’t stop the hose, and Ryna felt her body swell beyond normal, bloating her tits until they were lewdly popping out of her bra. Finally David turned off the hose, and bent down to retrieve something from his bag.

“Just a little something to keep that air in place,” David held up a small, metal butt plug in one hand.

Ryna panicked, realizing what he was going to do. True to his implication, David pulled the hose free of her ass. Ryna blushed deeply as the sound of a constant fart slipped from her. It only lasted a second until David pressed the metal plug firmly against her hole, thankfully stopping the sound. With another firm press, David forced the plug into her, solidly stopping her up and trapping the air inside of her, leaving Ryna as a human balloon.

Now with the hose free of her, David slipped her panties up to her hips, settling them around her like she was wearing them out on a date. Though in her over-inflated state, her body seemed to swallow up the fabric, both in her ass, and where her hips met her thighs.

“I’m sorry to hear about your discharge,” David said, surprising Ryna by his knowledge of her misfortune. “I know that you don’t have much to do these days, especially with your only family across the world.”

As David continued, he surprised Ryna with just how much he retained from their conversations. Though his fingers tracing over her bare skin distracted her and betrayed his purpose.

“But now you and I can find a whole lot to keep us… entertained…” David smiled, his hands continuing over her surface.

Without a further word, David picked her up like she weighed nothing. Carrying her like a bride across the threshold, he moved through his home until he deposited her onto his bed. While she had been in his house before, often, he had never brought her into his room, though it was clear that he would’ve done so many times if she had allowed.

David stood over her, inspecting every inch of her carefully, making Ryna blush under his intense, hungry stare. She watched, hoping that he would leave her alone, though she highly doubted that would happen. She watched as he pulled his shirt off over his head and dropped it to the cluttered floor at his feet. He didn’t stop, unbuttoning his jeans and dropping them to the floor as well. Even through his boxers, Ryna could see that he was excited.

And then, as he removed his boxers, she saw the full extent of his arousal. His large cock stood fully erect, the process of flattening and inflating his neighbor having a deep impact on him. He moved to the edge of the bed, sitting and hanging his legs off the side. Reaching over, he took a hold of her and dragged her over to him, moving her off the edge of the bed and positioning her head down near his hips.

Ryna was still surprised at how easily he tossed her around, her weight leaving her just as quickly as her third dimension. Though once she realized what he was doing, a chill ran through her. David smiled down at her as he took a hold of her head and lowered her to his waiting cock. Ryna could taste his skin as she pressed his tip against her lips. While she was no stranger to a men’s anatomy, not being in control scared her.

David started slowly, pressing the tip of his cock past her lips, her mouth opening under his pressure. She could feel his shaft slipping over her tongue, every contour of its surface laying itself out before her. David pressed deeper and deeper, Ryna starting to get worried that she would gag and choke. Though no matter how much of himself he buried into her mouth, such feeling never came.

It would seem in her flattened state, that her body bent and moved freely. Though judging by the sounds he was making, she seemed tight enough to still be pleasurable to David. It didn’t take long for David’s restraint to be lost in his arousal. And before long, he was ramming down her throat with a desperate ferocity. Despite the limited sensation, Ryna still found herself gagging on his powerful thrusts.

It seemed for a moment that David was going to finish inside of her throat, but just as it seemed inevitable, he stopped suddenly.

“Oh damn, that was good,” David breathed. “But I need the main event…”

He stood, picked up Ryna effortlessly and laid her on her back in the middle of the bed. He climbed up so he was positioned on all fours right over top of her. David looked down and smiled at her. With one finger, he pulled aside her panties and leaned down, the tip of his cock pressing against her.

David sighed as he buried himself into her with one strong push. Ryna’s breath caught in her throat, so to speak, her flattened pussy still able to feel the pleasure. David grunted, any thought of restraint disappearing from his mind. He ravaged her, his frantic thrusts taking her like his life depended on it. Ryna, for her part, didn’t hate it, though David was thrusting too fast for her to take any real amount of pleasure from it.

The rock-hard shaft rubbed against her insides in a way that drove her crazy with pleasure, but the kind of pleasure that was overwhelming, not fulfilling. Like it was a wild, desperate drive toward conclusion. David grunted and heaved like a dying animal, causing Ryna’s body to crush and contort under him, like an underinflated air mattress.

David’s hand strayed up her body and closed over her chest, roughly exploring her body through the thin bra. Ryna felt herself starting to blush under his attention. His hands were rough, and her body gave way in ways that didn’t make any sense. Though that didn’t stop it from feeling at least a little bit good.

It wasn’t long before David grunted his way through a strong orgasm. Ryna could feel his seed depositing deep inside of her. It was different from traditional sex, her body holding it in a way that was strange and alien. It had felt good, but she wasn’t driven fully to climax, instead left in a state of unfulfilled arousal.

Above her, David heaved a sigh and pulled himself out of her. With a quick flip of his finger, he slipped her purple panties back over her slit, containing his cum inside of her.

“Hmm, that was great,” David said with a smirk. “I’m going to get a drink, and then I’ll figure out what other fun I can have with my new Ryna-toy!”

With that, he crawled off the bed, and left the room. Ryna couldn’t believe the way her life went. Until very recently, she had a good living, a good job, great health insurance, and some semblance of normalcy given by her stabilizing medicine. And now here she was, a toy for her neighbor.

She struggled to push the plug out of her ass, which would allow her to deflate and regain her form, but in her flattened state, she had no control over any of her muscles. The plug, and the air inside her, was staying exactly where it was for the moment.