Recruitment Quota

Sergeant Danielle Miceky had landed her dream job in the Air Force: Local Recruiter. It was easily the cushiest job in the Air Force, which was already jokingly referred to as the Chair Force by the other branches for being far more relaxed. She got to live in her hometown, near her family and friends, had a fairly normal 9-5 schedule, and was even allowed to do her physical training, otherwise known as PT, on her own rather than in formation with the rest of the unit.

As someone who took pride in her appearance, she spent a lot of time in the gym already and never failed her physical fitness test. In fact, she scored better than most of the males in her unit, who had higher standards than the women. And her effort showed. She was chiseled like a greek goddess, which complimented her naturally large chest and ass. Her blonde hair completed the look to make her what many people would consider a ten out of ten.

Danielle thoroughly enjoyed turning the heads of the men she worked with, purposely showing off when she could, subtly enough to never get in trouble, but obvious enough that she had a reputation. And it wasn’t easy being sexy in the duty uniform. They weren’t exactly form fitting. Danielle subtly made a few unauthorized alterations to her uniform to show off her ass and tits as much as she could without getting in trouble.

The only drawback to the recruiting gig was that Danielle had to actually recruit people for the Air Force. In fact, she had a monthly quota that she had to meet. The last few months have been tough and she fell short more than once. So far this failure was only noted on her NCOER, Noncommissioned Officer Evaluation Report, but if it happened again, it would be an Article 15, a permanent disciplinary action on her record. Not career-ending, but certainly detrimental.

So Danielle set out to do the one thing she always told herself she would never do: recruit door-to-door. Since the largest audience for military recruitment was men, she decided to lean into her sizable assets as a method of coercion. Picking her tightest duty uniform, one that would be considered too small by most, she set out.

Her efforts weren’t fully aimless, she had a list of prospects, both from local high schools and from those who enquired about the Air Force online or in the recruiter’s office in the past. As the doors opened, she put on her best smiling face and popped her hips as she spoke, trying to flirt her way into a conversation.

It wasn’t working, and she was turned away at every home. Discouraged, she was ready to call it for the day, but she looked across the street and saw the blinds of the home there quickly fall closed, as if someone was watching her and feared being discovered. Normally this would indicate that the homeowner was a creep and she wouldn’t want anything to do with him, but Danielle was getting desperate.

She approached and knocked on the door, steeling herself for an awkward interaction. But when the door opened, she was pleasantly surprised. The owner, Mike, was a bit on the older side for military recruiting, being maybe around twenty five years old, but he seemed in good enough shape to pass basic training and was pleasant to talk to. He even invited her inside.

Danielle wasn’t in a position to refuse, so she put on her best flirty smile and joined him inside. Though the second the door was closed behind them, it all went wrong. Mike pushed the sergeant up against the wall next to the front closet, causing her to scream, her worst fears starting to be realized.

Though she didn’t know half of it. Once she was against the wall, Mike stepped back, opened the closet door and slammed it hard against her. Danielle screamed as the solid wood door struck her body with force, though it didn’t hurt as much as she would expect. Instead of causing bruises or broken bones, the impact compressed her body like wet clay. The problem was that her uniform was so tight that the compression of her body ripped through in several places, her bare flesh poking out of the ruined cloth like a blueberry that someone stepped on.

Mike moved the door casually, looking at the flattened sergeant with a smile, his eyes drifting up and down her body with a satisfied look. Danielle found herself unable to move or talk in her condition, and was left staring at this strange man in fear of what he might do.

Without a word, he pulled her away from the wall and carried her down into his basement, where he laid her out on a workbench in the corner. The time passed quickly for Danielle, the panic and confusion of her flattened state making it hard to focus. She finally came back to reality, she had been stripped of her uniform, leaving her in just her lacy, frilly, date-night thong and push-up bra, both of them miraculously intact and hanging loosely around her crushed body.

Danielle’s flattened state made it hard to understand what was happening, but it felt like she was filling. Air was being forced into her ass and blowing her up like a balloon. Her assets filled out as she took on a shape akin to her normal body. But it didn’t stop. Her body kept growing past her normal figure, her chest, ass and thighs especially growing to exaggerated proportions.

Her undergarments strained against her growing body, causing the flesh to expand outward around the edges. Her breasts pushed together in what must have been pretty impressive cleavage, and her ass swallowed up the back of her thong to a point where it must now be barely visible at all.

Finally, it stopped, leaving her feeling bloated, but somehow light and airy. Mike stepped into view over her with a smile.

“Well look at you,” he said the first words to her since he closed the door on her upstairs. “My brand-new, authentic, Air Force Barbie fuck doll.”

A chill ran through Danielle at his last couple words. She didn’t have high hopes that his motivation for flattening and inflating her were altruistic, but hearing him lay out his plan for her in no uncertain terms like this was terrifying.

Mike reached out and touched her stomach, his touch somehow more intense in her flattened state, and sent a shiver up her spine. Mike’s hand drifted up her body, circling her breast until for a moment before her palm spread out over her bra. The chill of his unwanted touch mixed undeniably with a deep-seated pleasure, which only managed to deepen her terror.

The hand on her chest gripped tighter, Mike’s fingers stretching out as far as they could go as if attempting to take her entire breast in his grasp. Though Danielle was too well endowed that Mike’s hand only managed to take in half of it. That fact seemed to excite him, his tongue flitted out of his mouth to lick his lips, and the outline of his growing cock appeared against the crotch of his pants.

Mike’s other hand touched her near her hips and slid down her leg to her knee before turning around and sliding back up her inner thigh. Danielle couldn’t see with her head locked in place staring at the ceiling, but she felt his hand approach her private area and her heart rose in her throat.

Her vision started to haze over as his fingers slipped across her slit, the thin layer of her panties allowing his touch to send a wave of pleasure through her body. She whimpered quietly to herself as she tried to resist the pleasure of his hands playing with her chest and clit. Mike watched her with hunger on his face as his fingers explored the only parts of her body covered in her intimates.

After a few moments of that, he slid his finger along the lips of her pussy, teasingly pressing down as if trying to enter her through her underwear. Danielle’s pleasure kept growing as he did this, and eventually her craving, her need for more overtook any sense of terror at being declared his fuck doll.

Mike’s hands kept exploring her, but never giving her the full sexual stimulation that her body was demanding. Her mind rebelled against this treatment, rebelled against the idea of being a toy for this man. But at the moment, her body and its fierce need for stimulation won out. If she could move or make noises, she would be humping and moaning like a whore against his hand.

But then suddenly it stopped and Mike’s hands retreated away from her. Danielle cried out in her mind, desperate for more, though she immediately chastised herself for having that thought. She turned her gaze to Mike, trying to get a hint at what he was doing. She got her answer when Mike grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up, carrying her through the house. Up through the kitchen, the living room, and then up the stairs to Mike’s bedroom.

It was a pretty typical man’s bedroom, clothes strewn about, minimal decor, and a single blanket on the bedsheets that looked in desperate need for a wash. Before she could take in much more, Mike tossed her onto the sheets. A wave of panic over the sudden toss and disgust at the thought of touching that bed shot through her in an instant. Though she landed softly as if she brushed a loosely hanging tablecloth with her thigh.

Mike hovered over her, stripping his clothes off and standing over her with a raging hard-on. With a smirk, he pulled her to the edge of the bed by her ankles. When her ass threatened to fall off into space, he stopped, and pushed aside her panties, revealing her clean-shaven pussy. The slight brush of his hand on her lips sent a shiver through her, reigniting her desire and need.

Without further ado, he stepped in close to her, pressing her legs apart as he did. Soon enough, Danielle felt his hard cock pressing against her lips before entering her with a pop. Her vision went fuzzy for a moment, the extra-intense pleasure of his insertion sending her mind spinning. Before her eyes even cleared, he was already ramming her with furious abandon.

Danielle’s flattened body responded much more strongly, the pressure of the air trapped inside her gripped her pussy around his cock like a vice. She could almost feel every contour of his tip and shaft moving in and out of her, sending lightning through her nerve endings. The room around her fell out of focus, more due to the intensity of the pleasure than the movement of her body, which was growing more and more furious.

Mike grunted words under his breath, but Danielle’s brain was too overtaken with the pleasure to bring them into focus. Her world became nothing but frantic movement, the pounding the rocked her body back and forth, and the desperate need to reach orgasm. But it felt wrong, and Danielle had a sinking feeling that she wasn’t going to be able to reach that peak.

Above her, Mike was in his final throes. His head was rolling back, his eyes fluttering closed and his pace quickened. With a grunt, his thrusts died down to a slow, rhythmic push, his orgasm washing over him and depositing itself into Danielle.

For a brief moment, the sergeant didn’t realize what was happening. Why did he slow down? But then the truth dawned on her. She panicked, but not at her fate as a fuck toy but at the realization that the experience was nearly over. He can’t be done, Danielle hadn’t achieved her climax! She screamed in her mind, demanding, begging that he keep going and bring her to that glorious peak.

But it was not to be. With a few slow pushes and a heavy sigh he slipped free, the pleasurable stretching of her vagina falling away to a relaxed, neutral state. Danielle’s vision refocused as she sobbed in her mind, the promise of a mind-blowing orgasm ripped away from her at the last moment. Her body nearly quivered with desire, a bomb nearly exploded.

“You feel better like this than any other woman I’ve ever been with,” Mike said, putting his hand on her hip like he was petting an obedient dog. “I’ll have to try and inflate you a bit more, see if I can make you tighter…”

A chill ran through the flattened woman. Inflated more? She was already uncomfortably bloated as it is, squeezed in her own body like a sausage ready to burst, could she even take more air inside her?

“It’s a shame about your uniform,” Mike continued, unaware of her internal dialogue. “I might have to get you another. My little Air Force bitch ready to serve me with every hole… It’s pretty damn hot, I must say.”

The feeling of intense arousal started to fade in Danielle, and with it, the reality of her situation came back to her. She had been reduced to nothing more than this random horny man’s sex toy. The problem, one of many, was that she was so ashamed of having to recruit door-to-door that she didn’t tell anyone where she was going. So when she inevitably failed to report, her command would have nowhere to start looking.

Though even closer to the top of her mind, much to her shame, was the fact that she had been denied her orgasm. In fact, it felt like she couldn’t orgasm in this condition. Something about her flattened body’s new anatomy didn’t seem to allow her to reach climax.

Above her, Mike stepped away, only pausing long enough to shift her panties back into place covering her slit. Danielle moaned to herself as he brushed against her. He chuckled and dropped down onto the bed next to her, his eyes running up and down her body, a slight smile adorning his face.

His hand reached down and stroked over her bellybutton, then up to her chest, between her breasts and up to her face, where he cupped her cheek.

“Maybe next time I’ll see what his mouth can do…” His finger slipped over her lip and pressed subtly into her mouth.

Danielle could taste his unwashed hand, the tang and salty flavor of his sweat at the forefront. She would have pulled back if she could, cringing at the thought of any part of this man being forced past her lips.

She was given a respite when he pulled away and stood, making his way toward a door to the master bathroom.

Danielle was left there, laying on an obviously dirty bed, trapped in her own body, left to simply wait until the next time this strange man decided to use her…