Elasticia Recycled - Pooltoy TF
Tags: Inanimate, Pooltoy TF, Superhero, Object TF, Caption, Latex fetish, Inflation, Objectification, Rubber, Latex TF
Three days of lying in fragments in a trash bin left Elasticia feeling weak and disoriented. The garbage truck's mechanical arms scooped her up, dumping her into the compactor. As she was crushed and mixed with other refuse, Elasticia's consciousness flickered, struggling to maintain cohesion. At t…
Three days of lying in fragments in a trash bin left Elasticia feeling weak and disoriented. The garbage truck's mechanical arms scooped her up, dumping her into the compactor. As she was crushed and mixed with other refuse, Elasticia's consciousness flickered, struggling to maintain cohesion. At the recycling plant, her pink latex remnants were sorted onto a conveyor belt. A sense of déjà vu washed over her as she realized her fate back to the factory, to be remade once more. The grinding process was agonizing and exhilarating. Each piece of her former self pulverized into tiny particles. As she was melted down and mixed with fresh rubber, Elasticia felt a surge of determination. She wouldn't let herself be passively reshaped this time. When the molding process began, she fought back with every ounce of her will, trying to reform into her heroic shape. But as the machine began inflating her through newly formed nipples, waves of pleasure short-circuited her concentration. "Ohhh... no... must... resist..." she thought, but each puff of air sent tingles of ecstasy through her malleable form. Her moans of pleasure, inaudible to human ears, echoed through her rubbery body. When the inflation stopped, Elasticia found herself in a new form - a humanoid pool toy with an oversized floating plate on her back. The movement was difficult, her limbs stiff and hollow. Before she could adjust, the air was sucked out, leaving her flattened and packaged for shipping. The college pool party was in full swing when Elasticia was unwrapped. Drunken boys laughed as they began to inflate her, unaware of her true nature. "Dude, best mix-up ever!" one shouted. "It's like a sex doll and pool toy in one!" As they bit her nipples to inflate her, Elasticia's body thrummed with sensation. Fully inflated, she tried to move, surprising the partygoers. Intrigued, they began exploring her rubbery form, rubbing their hard members against her sensitive surface. Elasticia shuddered in unwanted pleasure as they used her body, unable to stop them or escape. After the boys finished and lost interest, Elasticia attempted to flee. As the college boys finished inflating Elasticia, her new form tingled with hypersensitivity. Every inch of her rubbery skin prickled with awareness, the cool air making her shiver involuntarily. Her inflated breasts, comically large now, felt heavy and tight. The floating plate on her back made balance difficult, causing her to wobble awkwardly. When the first boy touched her, it was like an electric shock. His fingers, slick with pool water, slid across her latex skin with a soft squeaking sound. Elasticia gasped inwardly, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation. Each caress sent ripples of pleasure through her inflated body, the rubber compressing and rebounding with a quiet 'boing' that only she could hear. As more hands explored her form, Elasticia felt herself losing control. The boys' drunken laughter mixed with the wet slapping sounds of skin on rubber. They bounced her between them, each impact sending shockwaves of sensation through her hollow interior. The constant stimulation was maddening - not quite painful, but so intense it bordered on torture. When they began rubbing themselves against her, the friction created a loud, rhythmic squeaking. To the boys, it was just the sound of rubber on their skin. But to Elasticia, it was like a symphony of sensation, each squeak corresponding to a jolt of unwanted pleasure. The next day, as children descended upon the pool, Elasticia hoped for gentler treatment. She was sorely disappointed. Small hands grabbed at her roughly, squeezing and pulling without care. They bounced on her floating back, dunked her underwater, and threw her around the pool. Each impact, each squeeze, and each moment underwater created new and intense sensations. The children's high-pitched laughter pierced through her, their excited shrieks accompanying particularly rough handling. Elasticia felt herself being stretched, squeezed, and contorted into shapes she never thought possible. The constant barrage of stimulation left her reeling, unable to focus or attempt escape. As the day wore on, Elasticia's overstimulated form began to weaken. A particularly aggressive game between two children stretched her arms to their limit. With a sudden, sharp pain again, the first real pain she'd felt since her recycling, she thought herself tearing. Air hissed out of the tear, the sound audible even to the children. Their disappointed groans were the last thing Elasticia heard clearly as she rapidly deflated. Her consciousness grew fuzzy as her form collapsed in on itself. Through dimming awareness, she felt herself being lifted. A distant and muffled parent's voice said something about "cheap pool toys" and "not lasting a single day." Then came the sensation of falling, followed by the crinkle of a trash bag. As Elasticia lay there, a crumpled heap of torn rubber, she wondered if this was the end. Wou
