Inflated by Metilanato

Inflated by Metilanato

Archived version of the Original

A woman wants to experience what it’s like to be just a rubber doll in front of everyone, unable to defend herself and only able of feeling pleasure and humiliation under the rubber.

Have you ever dreamed of becoming an inflatable rubber doll?
Would you be brave enough to show up in public fully dressed like that and not be able to see?
This girl didn’t just dream of doing it all, she actually did it:

She had chosen that place for her little adventure because it was a public place, so there would be spectators around, but it was still considered almost quiet for the Los Angeles standards. It had always been her dream to become a blow-up doll, and Vista Point was the place she had selected for the first transformation of herself into a blow-up latex doll today. The costume had just arrived from Amsterdam, and she was so excited she could barely contain her joy.

Angela managed to arrive safely and park her mustang in the far corner of the lot. At that point, she began preparations for her great adventure. First of all, she checked that she had done everything she had set out to do. The presence of considerable pressure around her torso assured her of the rigid plastic corset that she wore directly over her skin, and which prevented excessive body movements. She felt all too clearly the presence of the thick tape she had wrapped around her legs, from ankles to navel, sealing her genitals and bottom in a sticky, waterproof grip, the same grip that rose from her neck to above her nose, preventing any sound more complicated than a muffled grunt. To make sure she didn’t forget to do anything, she had been wearing her costume and mask since the afternoon of the day before, so much so that she was convincing herself that she would be able to wear it forever, if it hadn’t been for a certain hunger that was starting to, make itself heard. But she didn’t think anything of it, and she went back to her adventure. She reached for her purse from the back seat and pulled out a red and black inflatable half-suit and a small pump. She then began to put the half-suit on over the red latex suit that she already had on. The half-suit had a black inflatable mask attached, which had no openings other than a breathing tube. For one last time she memorized the contours of the parking lot as moments later she would be blind and totally defenseless after he slipped the mask over her head.

A family of tourists walking back to their car stopped and looked at that living doll of black and red rubber that was in front of a mustang with the same shiny colour. Angela instinctively tried to smile, but the thick black adhesive tape that held her face in a grip as pleasant as a lover’s kiss creaked, preventing even the slightest movement. Furthermore, they could only see her rigid facial expression from her black latex mask, which moulded her face with enough pressure to make her dizzy slightly after almost a day of wearing it continuously. Angela decided to continue with her preparations: it was a little difficult to fit the red latex body into her tight catsuit, but after a while she managed to get into it. The next step was to slip the inflatable mask over her black latex head and pull the zipper down from behind her head to her waist. She immediately found herself in total darkness after she put on the mask and began struggling to reach the zipper. Her inflatable suit felt very stiff, and it was difficult to move her arms to reach her back. In the distance she could hear the voices of the little family who were obviously still watching her efforts at the back zipper. She cursed herself for having convinced herself to wrap her forearms and part of her wrists in duct tape, so that now her hands were losing feeling and her joints groaned, immobilized. She had already noticed the problem when she was driving, but found the constraint decidedly exciting.

A few minutes later, the zipper was closed and Angela was already really exhausted, sweating in her black latex prison. She clumsily tried to find her way into the car with her hands—she had to sit for a moment. The feeling of sweat slowly dripping over her constricted, rubber-coated body excited her. Was there anyone watching her? Was the family still watching her? What would a police patrol say if they had seen her in that state? All these thoughts invaded her mind and made her so aroused that she was glad she had sealed her genitals with duct tape, so that the tension she felt growing in her crotch had a worthy counterpart in the stiff tape. She couldn’t hide from anyone as she was unable to see anything, couldn’t speak and barely heard anything as she had stuffed cotton wool in her ears, securing it with a few pieces of black duct tape.

After a few minutes of rest, Angela began the final steps of her transformation by fumbling to find the pump and connecting it to the valve located on her shoulders. She then began to inflate her suit and soon felt the pressure building on her body. She continued pumping until the suit felt like a high-pressure balloon, pressure so high she could barely handle it. Her breasts were flat against her ribs, and her arms had become stiff enough that she sweated even more just trying to bend them, which she managed only after a considerable amount of effort, but which was nothing compared to the effort it took to breathe. For a moment, she realized that the effort she was making her happy, to the point that she began absent-mindedly massaging her sealed crotch, stimulating her already highly excited genitals, which responded with a tremor that reverberated throughout her body. Realizing that perhaps some children were also watching her, she decided to wait and finish the work.

Then she detached the pump, slowly placed it on the back seat of the car, from which she took, after looking at it for a long time, a small pump to inflate her mask. Angela attached the pump to the valve on the top of her head and inflated the mask until her cheeks were pressed terribly inward and the pressure on her face was so strong that she couldn’t open her eyes. She slowly breathed the air that came from the tube placed where her mouth should have been, and which she had requested, ended up in two small tubes connected to her nose. It seemed like the amount of air she was getting was just enough to keep her from passing out, but she couldn’t tell if her vague sense of dizziness was due to the lack of air or the joy she was feeling. She carefully detached the pump from the mask and placed it back in the back of the car. She found the black collar with “ANGEL” written in large silver letters that she had prepared and put it on.
She closed the door and realized she was completely defenseless, abandoned to herself. She had planned to walk about 400 meters to the other end of the car park in a straight line, then circumnavigate the car park along the fence and return to her car. Her hands were to replace her eyes from now on, and she realized that her new eyes were almost useless, cold and numb due to the tight layer of tape that covered her arms and hands up to her.
She, however, began to follow the gentle curves of her car until she reached the fence at the side of the parking lot. She followed the fence for what seemed like an eternity until she came to the end, which indicated that she had reached the road. That was the hardest part of the day because she had to cross the street — totally blind and defenseless. She concentrated on what was left of her hearing, and after it seemed like no car was passing, as she heard no noise other than her slow breathing through the rubber and the blood pounding in her ears, she slowly began to cross, leaving the relative safety of the fence behind him. Suddenly, she felt her hand grab her hands and a voice next to her, with a foreign accent, say to her: “I’ll help you cross, miss.” The man guided her across the street and placed her rubber-gloved hands on a new fence. “Are you okay? Can you continue on your own from here?” All she could do was nod silently, and her hands they left her gloves, even though she had only noticed it by chance now, as her fingers were numb. Who was that person? Where were the others? Was everyone looking at her? She didn’t know.
Blind, she began to follow the fence across the parking lot, around the corner and toward her car. At one point she walked next to something, felt that something stiff against her legs and heard a dull thud. She must have hit and knocked over a waste container. Carefully she moved around the waste bin and continued along the fence. Inside her costume her skin was tickled by the sweat dripping down her back, trapped between her skin and the plastic corset that was starting to feel tight and hot, as did the rest of the clothes she was wearing. Her face, compressed by the rigid rubber mask and the hood that blocked her vision, was hot and sweaty, to the point that part of it had penetrated under the adhesive tape that immobilized her mouth, making her taste the salty taste mixed with the pungent aroma of latex.
Shortly thereafter, she ran into something larger – obviously someone had parked her car too close to the fence. Angela had to move away from the fence and go around the car. As she worked to pass by the car, she faintly heard people laughing inside the car, making her understanding that the thing had been designed to make her feel something unexpected, but the only thing she wanted to do was to carry on — what else could she do, blind, mute, rigidly clad in rubber and plastic and almost deaf as she was. She sighed through her nose, since she couldn’t move her lips a single millimetre, happy that she hadn’t decided to put, under the pre-printed shapes of the ears of her black rubber mask, the plugs that she usually used at home to completely lose one of her senses, but only cotton. She loved being deaf, blind and mute, and during the weekends, after work, she spent two days without the use of speech, sight or hearing, her body covered almost completely by waterproof and possibly rigid materials, with a preference for the adhesive tape and plastic film.
When she got to the other end of the parking lot, the final and most difficult part of it came, as she had to break away from the fence and walk across the parking lot until she found her car again. Away from the fence she guided her uncertain steps, stiff from the tape that stuck to her legs in an insistent but extremely exciting way, she had to concentrate on being able to understand if she was walking in a straight line. As blind as she was, she could walk in circles without knowing it. Fearfully, she moved forward, taking her stiff arms away from her enclosure and placing them in front of her and holding them out all the time to feel for any obstacles before she ran into them. She knew, however, that her hands were so numb that only if she touched a stiff enough body would she be able to feel it. For a moment, she thought about what would happen if her fingers lost enough feeling to prevent her from removing the valve and zipper that made her blind, deaf and mute, as well as limiting her movement almost completely. The thought of it intrigued her. This time she was lucky, no other cars were in her path, and about ten meters behind her, she heard the familiar silhouette of her mustang ahead of her. After fumbling her way to the door with her hands, now almost immobile due to the lack of circulation, she opened it and sat inside. She opened the valve at the top of her mask with extreme difficulty and let the air out, then she unzipped it and removed the inflatable mask from her black rubber-covered head. She slowly turned her eyes and saw a group of about twenty boys, who started whistling and clapping at her. Furthermore, she instinctively tried to speak, but the tape over her mouth prevented any noise. Determined to reciprocate the boys’ kindness, she slowly, almost sensually, took off the rigid black mask, and with some difficulty tore off some large strips of adhesive tape from her lips, passing her tongue over the dry lips, which finally, after about twenty hours, they saw the light and the air again. “The rubber doll will come back!” she shouted towards the group of boys and led away, laughing, still wearing the inflated suit and part of the tape on her face, while the rigid mask and the few strips she had taken off to be able to speak were placed on the next seat.

That had certainly been one of the most exciting and exhilarating experiences of her entire life, she thought as she stopped not far from the parking lot, and, unseen by anyone, she took a roll of thick black tape from the bag behind her and began to blindfold her face with the exception of her eyes. She finished the roll almost without noticing the amount of tape that had wrapped around her face, then she put back on the black and rigid mask, still warm from the time she had kept it on, and confident in her appearance she set off again, while her head throbbed from the tight grip of the tape that now covered her entire face. She didn’t care about it, knowing inside, that she would hold on to that tape and that suit until at least another two days had passed, and as soon as she got home she would make sure that she no longer even had the problem of seeing or not. All tension was gone, and she felt happy and immensely sensual in her second latex skin, still being completely enveloped in it.

After returning home and doing what she had set out to do, she relaxed by sitting rigidly on the sofa in the living room, happy with the duct tape that prevented her from seeing, the earplugs that prevented any noise and of the inflatable mask which she had inflated to a pressure even higher than that of the car park and which she had connected to an air metering valve. Slowly massaging her genitals, which were separated from her by the duct tape, latex suit and gloves she was wearing, she decided to spend the next two days of the weekend in her sweet rubber vacuum bed. She just had to find someone who wanted to vacuum massage her curves while she was immobilized in bed, unable to see, hear, move or breathe except through a small tube placed in her mouth.
But this was another story entirely, she thought, as her left hand gripped the valve, blocking the already meager flow of air reaching her lungs and enjoying the feeling of helplessness resulting from her inability to do anything. Moaning softly she began to vigorously massage her genitals with both hands, touching them quickly with deft fingers, until a beautiful pain pervaded her body. She recovered for a moment before passing out from the lack of air, and quickly though reluctantly let air return to her lungs, inhaling slowly. She knew that in five minutes she could repeat the thing, and that she would do this for another two whole days, regardless of the fact that she was not eating, that she was not drinking and that she had not done any type of elementary physiological need, taking advantage of the fact that such needs excited her even more.