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It was a rainy day and I had to go out on some minor errand. I put on my raincoat and went on my way. So it was kind of understandable that Beaubeau would mistake me for a woman.
I was standing at a stoplight, waiting to cross the street, when I felt something touch the back of my left hand. A strange warmth spread through me and brought with it a kind of lethargy. I saw myself as if from a distance, as if I were an outside observer of my own actions. I saw next to me a pudgy young man with bright red hair. I followed the man, feeling a strange attraction to the transparent-gray plastic raincoat that he wore, mesmerized by the soft highlights dancing across the soft, smooth plastic.
He led me to a parked car and ordered me to get into the back seat and lie down. When I had complied, a woman with platinum-blond hair threw a blanket over me. I just had time to notice that she was wearing a raincoat made of transparent-white plastic on which white and silver starburst patterns had been printed.
It turned out that they drove me to a posh neighborhood, to a large ranch-style house set on a one-acre lot. The man drove the car into the garage and I heard the garage door closing, the sound of my fate being sealed. The couple then commanded me to get out of the car and they led me into the house and into the wide living room.
There they told me to stand at attention in the middle of the room and they introduced themselves to me as Beaubeau and Marla Schauerkappe.
Beaubeau ordered me to take off my raincoat. When I did so, he took it from me and tossed it onto a chair, where it landed with the soft, warm swish of plastic film sliding over itself.
Meanwhile Marla reached into my pocket, took out my wallet, and looked at my identification. She showed my ID to Beaubeau and a deeply disappointed look came over his face. Beaubeau looked me over. You want to keep him? Marla looked me over and pulled down my pants.
I felt my penis swell up and come erect. We can always sell him later. He took off his raincoat and tossed it onto the bed, then led me into the bathroom. He told me to take off all of my clothes and drop them into a laundry basket that sat by the toilet.
I obeyed and stood naked for his inspection. Then from a drawer he took a small machine that looked like a hand vacuum. He ran the head of it over my body and removed all of my body hair, leaving my skin smooth and rubbery looking. Then from another drawer he took a cellophane package, opened it, and handed me the contents, telling me to put it on. Paper-thin transparent plastic, silky soft and skin smooth, tinted azure, was formed into a beret by a blue rubber headband.
Tiny fleurs de lys were printed on the plastic in a tiara pattern. The soft waxy sheen on the diaphanous plastic of the shower curtain seemed to mock me as I put on that perfectly feminine bath item. I felt my hair puffing out the plastic and blushed in embarrassment. Satisfied that I was ready, Beaubeau ordered me to accompany him back to the living room.
When I came back into the living room, I saw that Marla had taken off her raincoat and tossed it onto the chair, on top of mine. Now she was wearing a plastic kitchen apron, a big plastic pinafore. Pale pink, blue, and yellow lollidots were printed on the plastic.
Marla directed me to stand on a strange pattern that had been woven into the rug. It was an elliptical disc made of green and silver threads woven in a dizzying pattern. I was directed to stand on one focus of the ellipse with the other focus on my left. It made no sense to me but I was compelled to do it.
Once I was on the spot I saw Beaubeau standing with a rod that looked like it was made of intertwined spirals of transparent ivory that had purple sparks flaring and glowing within the space among them.
He went to stand on my left side while Marla came in front of me. Smiling, she stroked the plastic of her apron and told me that I wanted to have sex with it. In obedience to her implied command, my penis swelled and came fully erect.
Come on, get pregnant for me! I obeyed, nearly coming to climax as I did so. Then I felt something explode inside me with a muffled whoomp and I jerked as if something had bumped me. She gave me a gentle bop with the back of her fist and I bounced off her fist as lightly as a beach ball and then tipped briskly back upright. I struggled to think unsexy thoughts as I felt the plastic of the yoke press against the back of my neck, the bib rub against my belly, and the skirt stroke my penis.
The plastic was still warm from being on Marla and I could barely keep from climaxing then and there. My two captors looked me over and I got the impression that they were about to do something else to me, but then the front door opened. A red-haired teen-aged boy wearing a transparent-black plastic raincoat came into the room and caught sight of me.
Marla addressed the boy as Dale and introduced me as their new blow-up slave-doll. She described what had happened, but was interrupted by the front door opening again. This time a teen-aged girl with red hair came into the room.
She looked to be about a year or so older than Dale and as she looked at me she surreptitiously stroked the transparent-green plastic of her raincoat. Marla greeted her as Sharon and repeated to her what she had told Dale about me. The family ate in the dining room, which was next to the kitchen and out of my sight behind the wall containing the fireplace.
I heard the usual family conversation about school and work, then I heard Beaubeau and Marla explaining to the kids how I came to be standing inflated in their living room wearing only a plastic apron. Shortly after that I saw my tormentors come out of the kitchen. Beaubeau paused to take a stopwatch out of a drawer, then he joined the others in confronting me.
He handed the stopwatch to Marla and stood in front of me. Soft rubbery thumps accompanied by the swish of soft plastic filled the room.
I was merely an inflated punching bag, rocking briskly to and fro as Beaubeau punched me. I was being masturbated and knew that if I climaxed I would be thoroughly humiliated. I struggled to avoid that fate, struggled to think unsexy thoughts, but to no avail. And then I did come to climax and I jerked. Then Beaubeau stopped punching me, I came to a stop, and the climax ended.
Then Dale took his turn at punching me. Desperately I bobbed and weaved like a punch-drunk boxer. I tried to fend him off, hoping that by concentrating on the boxing aspect of what we were doing I could avoid the sexual aspect.
I managed to hold off for several minutes but it did me no good. Sharon sneered at me as she came in front of me to take her turn.
But then Sharon gentled her punches and I was doomed. According to the stopwatch, I lasted a little over a minute. She stood in front of me and took off her blouse and bra, giving me a good look at her ample breasts.
Then she punched me and I bounced like a beach ball for her. I lasted eleven seconds. Having had their fun with me, they then sat down to watch a movie on TV. It had to be some strange channel, because the movie was something that no legitimate TV station would broadcast.
It involved Kempie Tai of course, the villain is named after the Japanese analogue of the Gestapo. To discover what was happening and to put an end to it, super-agent Biff Boppe was put on the case. Suave, debonair, competent in every way, Agent Boppe stuck out of the crowd like the proverbial sore thumb.
There were the requisite fights, in which Boppe got used as a punching bag and then managed to escape. But eventually he was taken down and drugged. Helpless, he was taken to Kempie, who decided that she had a special use for him. Like the witch in Hansel and Gretel, Kempie kept her prisoner in a cage and fattened him up. She tested him every day by the simple act of hugging him.
Then the day came when she decided that he was ready, so she turned him into a plastic doll and made him put on his raincoat. Soft highlights danced over the gently billowing, limp, transparent, black-tinted plastic of his raincoat, arousing lust in his captress.
Wearing a plastic kimono, Kempie lovingly stroked his pudged-out belly and gloated over him, complimenting him on how nicely he fattened up for her. She then bound him with shackles made of doubled plastic ribbons of the kind that would have been used as ties on a plastic apron. With her prisoner thus humiliated Kempie told him that his fate was to serve her as a bedwarmer; he had been fattened up to make him comfortable for her to lie upon.
She then pushed her hapless blow-up fool toward her bedroom and the movie ended. Beaubeau turned off the TV then and the family went to their bedrooms for the night. On her way Marla came to me. She stepped on the carpet to my left and I felt the rubbery force holding me vanish.
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