They turned me into a pooltoy. Scales were replaced with squeaky rubber in an instant, and I soon felt my guts vanish, replaced with nothing but air. I felt my shoulders as handles grew there, and I gasped as my mouth sealed shut, features becoming painted on! I was now a rubbery pooltoy... And as I would soon discover, quite a stretchy one too.

I tried to escape, but when they opened my nozzle and popped in the hose, I was tethered. My useless, puffy hands, fingers reduced to painted on-lines, couldn't get the hose out! So when I heard that compressor switch on, I knew I was doomed. I slowly began to feel more and more full... Soon, I had trouble walking as I tired to get away... Eventually, I filled out into a rubbery sphere, utterly helpless.

They rolled my bloated form over to the pool and dropped me in with a splash. I bobbed on the water, still inflating, and sighed. This was my fate...

The rest of the day was spent with my captors, them hopping on me and sliding down me and rolling me around the bool as I bobbed in the water. It was... Pretty fun, actually. They had a lot of fun as I kept getting bigger and bigger, and well... It's nice to be a good toy.

I've decided! I want to be a good little pooltoy. Forever. <3

This was a lovely little piece from my good old friend Bodbloat. I really love pooltoy stuff, and I don't do enough of it. What can I say, being a rubbery, inflatable toy is too much fun!!