Rob's Pneumatic Collection

Rob checked his video doorbell and saw it. She was finally here after a longer than expected wait.

"Finally!" Rob said, sliding his phone back into his pocket. He got out of his computer chair and headed up the carpeted stairs of the basement, onto the first floor of his parents' modern McMansion. He slid along the tile floor, practically dancing at the prospect of his new toy.

She was in a small rectangular box, discreetly labeled. Rob practically licked his lips, box in hand as he locked the front door and headed to the back.

His first stop was the garage. He grabbed a tiny air compressor, already rigged with a nozzle for retail inflatables. He whistled as he headed to the Pool cabana and changing rooms behind the garage and the house. He looked around before he entered, thanking God that his parents had moved to a neighborhood that gave them a couple of acres instead of a postage stamp in a trendy suburb where the neighbors would be able to see. He whined about being further out in the boonies he was still in high school, but now that he was in college, he indulged in the fact that he had a big enough plot of land to be a miscreant on.

Between the partial fences along the pool area, and the tree lines at either side of the property, he would have privacy enough to continue the perverted party he started the moment his parents left for a month-long tour of Europe.

He opened the pool cabana, waving to the room full of unmoving eyes as he showed the box off to his mostly pneumatic audience.

"Bobbi, Bunny, Barbie," he said, motioning to three inflatable dolls with similar looks, "Clara, Crystal," he said to two more inflatable women, one of them clear and the other in translucent blue, "Donna, Ema, Fay, Galatea..." The former two on this list were inflatable mannequins--lacking faces or any actual holes. The latter two were doll-like poseable figures in silicon and steel, and came the closest to resembling real human women. They were also the two most expensive. "Meet your new sister, Helia." Rob ripped the package open, grinning like a mad scientist. "Helia has a special design, don't you Helia?" Rob tore the inner box open, unfurling the shining, cartoon-shaped plastic woman within.

He plugged in the air compressor, putting the nozzle to a chamber valve on Helia's foot. He clicked the compressor on and inflated the chamber just a bit, clicking it off well before it was complete. Only Helia's legs, hips and belly were blown up at all – and even these were left half inflated. Her arms, chest and head were still flat on the ground.

"And now ladies, if you'll excuse me, I will be back with the secret ingredient." Rob left the cabana, heading back to the house to grab something from his room. While he was out of the cabana, his new toy stirred. The flat plastic head lifted off the ground, swiveling left to right as it seemed to look around its new home. Were anyone there to see this impossibility, they would see Helia's screenprinted eyes somehow moving against the shiny surface of her face, as if part of a living animation.

Every part of the doll settled back to earth naturally before Rob entered again with a green tank on two wheels.

"And now, we get to see if Ms. Helia is everything they marketed her to be," Rob said. He couldn't wait to see the result. If it was disappointing in the least, he was going to leave a scathing review... The amount of helium he bought a few days ago was literally hundreds of dollars. He pulled the hose from his compressor and linked it to the tank, opening the tank's regulator. The tank hissed, decompressing into the hose as Rob opened the lower chamber's valve again, blasting the nozzle into it once more.

Helia's legs, ass and lower torso took shape, and Rob pressed against her until she only had a little bit of give. He closed the chamber again, trying to discern if the shot of helium had changed much.

"I dunno, Helia…" Rob said, pursing his lips as he ran his hands along the doll's tapered seams. They were well fused, nothing like a cheap inflatable with irritating edges where the sheets of vinyl met. "You have a pretty nice shape so far, and for the quality, you were a pretty good deal... The question is whether you're worth the keg of beer's worth of gas I'm filling you with.

Rob opened the other valve at the base of her neck. As she began inflating, he laughed out loud at the size of her tits. The idea was that the mix of air in the base and her slightly weighted feet paired with an inflation of nothing but helium in her top chamber would make her stand upright — if not tipping slightly back because of the size of her tits. At any rate, it was a stupid novelty that was worth seeing, as far as Rob was concerned.

"You're a big girl, Helia," Rob said, grabbing one of the huge inflated tits. With the heavy nozzle and hose still pointed in the back of her, he still couldn't tell if this was going to work. She had wispy blonde hair fused with her scalp, and while it was a nice touch, he wasn't sure she would be as buoyant as advertised with the extra weight. Before too long, she was done. Rob pulled out the nozzle, closed the valve, and shook his head. "Maiden flight…" He said, tossing the vinyl doll into the air and waiting to see what happened.

The air resistance was obviously high enough that she didn't travel far. Rob smiled as she drifted slightly away, only for her feet to come back to earth first. She faced him now, her mouth agape in the classic 'ready-to-receive' expression.

"I'll be damned!" Rob said, grinning now as he stood up and approached the 5 1/2 foot doll. "I guess they knew what they were doing, huh?"

Helia vacantly bobbed back and forth, slightly tipped back because of the concentration of helium in her tits. That she was standing upright was good enough for Rob. It was a silly little novelty, but one that he was more than anxious to play with out in the pool. He could already feel his dick stirring.

"What do you think, girls?" Rob asked the rest of the room, obviously not expecting a response. Who wants to come out to the pool and take a swim with Helia and I?" He looked around, settling on the clear inflatable sex doll. "You got it, Clara," he smiled. "Time to go party."

When he took the two dolls out to the pool, he simply stood Helia in the water at first as he started himself out on Clara. There was something to the fact that his new toy stood on the surface of the water, 'watching' him do his business with Clara. There was a slight breeze, and while it carried her over the surface the pool, she always seemed to face them — as if she was really watching the festivities. It was getting Rob off, and before long he gave Helia a leading role in his dirty fantasy script.

"You can walk on water," Rob said to her, "but how well are you going to float when I ride you?" He let Clara drift as he pulled Helia by the legs, tipping her back and climbing atop her. Pre-gaming with Clara was enough to leave him hard, and it wasn't long before he was thrusting into Helia's vinyl pussy, bouncing against her plastic body as he played with her giant tits.

What he didn't realize was the accelerated alchemical reaction he started the moment his precum touched Helia's surface. The warmth from his touch and the energy from his psychic anticipation was enough to spark her consciousness back in the cabana — but until now, she had no way to truly flex her newfound will.

"If you come in me, I can float in more than just water," a soft, breathy voice said aloud. Rob's bucking ceased immediately, and he leaned back, staying as quiet as possible for a moment. He nervously looked around the pool's perimeter, back at the cabana, and then at the house. There didn't seem to be anyone around. He stared at the surround sound speakers mounted under the extended awning of the cabana, eyeing them suspiciously. He knew he heard something, but he couldn't be sure where it was from.

"Is…is there someone out there?" He said, trembling in the question. If there was someone playing a trick on him, he was absolutely doomed. He wasn't just fucking inflatable sex toys in his pool; he had been talking to them.

"Hey... You're not — shrinking — are you?" Said the voice again. Through the stillness, he gasped when he realized the voice was coming from right in front of him. "Why did you stop? You were nice and hard for me." Rob slowly leaned forward, peering over Helia's ridiculous inflated breasts and looking at her screenprinted eyes. They seemed different, but they were still...until she winked at him.

"H-holy sh--" Rob pushed backward, reacting to this unreal development — but before he fell off of Helia, two vinyl hands reached up and curled around his wrists, holding him steady.

"You have to come in me, Rob!" The voice said. Rob's eyes were wide, and his jaw hung open as the inflatable arms pulled his wrists forward until he was laying against Helia's tits. He almost fell off of her when he leaned against her like this earlier, but she was steady now, holding his center of mass above her perfectly. Her inflatable pussy tightened, and Rob's cock reacted with a pump, despite the disbelief flowing through the rest of his body.

"C-come in you?" Rob asked the doll. He looked down at her face to see that her lips were pursed closed instead of hanging open in a sex dolls typical 'surprised' look. Her screenprinted eyes fluttered again, looking into his own with a slight blue glow.

"Of course, come in me," the voice said again. This time, Rob could see the lips move when the doll spoke. "If you think this is fun, wait to see what I can do when you charge me up." Dumbfounded, Rob cracked a smile when Helia's pussy tightened against his cock once more.

"This…totally can't be happening," Rob laughed. "There's no way this is real."

"Mmmm...feels real enough to me," the doll said back to him, shifting her hips as she let go of his wrists with her cuffed hands. "I'm supposed to be the toy here," she pouted, her eyes changing to fit the tone of her voice. "Play with my tits, Robbie. I know you want to come in me." Rob let out a little moan as Helia's pussy pulsed around him. He nodded, beginning to accept every part of this, dream or not. He confidently reached his hands forward, running them over Helia's breasts, pressing against them when he reached her vinyl nipples.

"I do," Rob said. "I so want to come in you." He pumped his hips against her, his cock redeeming itself as he began to flow with his unbelievable situation.

"Then do it," Helia said, Rob pumping against her harder now. She was technically a virgin, but her nascent magical senses and carnal appetite was enough that she knew some important moment was near. "DO IT ROBBIE!" She cried.

Rob shamelessly buried his head between the two massive vinyl breasts, shooting a massive load into his new doll. His eyes were closed as he wrapped his arms around her plastic body and rammed against her with his hips, floating on the surface of the pool together — and he didn't notice the blue sparks from Helia's eyes traveling over the surface of her vinyl skin and into and through the water of the pool itself.

As with electricity, water was a fine conductor for magic so long as it was rich with free ions, and the chlorinated medium soaked up Helia's release as well as passing some of her magical charge onto the clear plastic sex doll drifting on the other end of the pool.

Still believing this experience to be either a hallucination or a dream, Rob had no idea that his perverse inclinations had started a chain of events that he would have no way back from.

He only knew two things: first, Helia was his favorite new toy; second, this online merchant was going to get a hell of a good review.