Unique Husband
Tags: Inanimate, Body modification, Catgirl, Balloon TF, Inflation, Objectification, Rubber
The honeymoon suite smelled like lemon trees and warm old stone, the scent drifting through the open balcony doors along with the sound of waves crashing against the cliffs far below. Somewhere down in the town, a scooter buzzed past and someone laughed on a terrace. Mira and Joshua had been marrie…
The honeymoon suite smelled like lemon trees and warm old stone, the scent drifting through the open balcony doors along with the sound of waves crashing against the cliffs far below. Somewhere down in the town, a scooter buzzed past and someone laughed on a terrace. Mira and Joshua had been married for exactly one week. The wedding was already a blur in her memory, her Cuban aunts crying into their napkins, his coworkers getting hammered on rum, her grandmother finally getting her answer about the wedding date by sitting in the front row of it. Now they were in Italy for two weeks, and Mira was in love with absolutely everything. The pasta that actually tasted like something, the tiny crooked streets, the gelato she ate twice a day, the views from the coast road that made her tail puff up like a bottle brush every single time. Joshua had tried to lead the trip. He had been to Europe twice with his company, so he walked around with his chest out saying things like "trust me, I know how this works," and then he failed spectacularly. He got them lost three separate times in one afternoon, ordered them a plate of pure anchovies by accident and nearly boarded a ferry going the completely wrong direction before Mira confiscated his phone and took over navigation herself. He sulked for about ten minutes and then bought her flowers from a street vendor as an apology, because that was just how he was. Now they were both dead tired from climbing what felt like nine thousand stone steps. Joshua kissed her forehead, mumbled something about sleep, and shuffled into the bathroom. The second the shower started running, Mira's ears perked up and she smiled. 'He loves transformations. Especially the funky, weird ones... Well, husband, you are about to see the funkiest one yet!' She had been planning this since Rome. She dug the special lotion out from under her clothes in the suitcase, the rubber one she had tested twice at home, and stripped completely naked in the middle of the room. She squeezed a thick line of it across her chest and started spreading it, working it into her skin with both hands. It was cold at first, then it started to tingle, sinking into her pores. Her skin changed under her own fingers, turning glossy, smooth and slightly artificial, squirming wherever she touched it. "Ahhhn~ mmmh~" "Everything okay out there?" Joshua's voice came muffled through the bathroom door over the running water. "Yes! Everything... is fine!" Her cheeks went hot. She lowered her voice and kept spreading, over her belly, her thighs, her ass, her breasts, biting her lip at every stroke. 'It has to be a surprise. He is going to lose his mind.' She started shaping herself. Her fingers merged first, melting together into smooth stubs, then her hands sank into her arms, and her arms folded flat into her sides until there was nothing left of them, not even a seam. Her legs pressed together next, fusing from thigh to toe, then shrinking upward into her body like they were being swallowed. She kept her face, her long black hair, her pointed ears and her tail exactly as they were. She refused to be some generic party balloon. She was going to be a Mira Balloon, and the difference mattered. Her whole body softened, thinned, until she could feel that she was nothing but a hollow rubbery layer of herself, her insides just empty space. Then came the hard part. She exhaled everything, deflating with a long sad hiss until she was a flat pink puddle of rubber skin on the carpet, and dragged herself over to the small helium tank she had bought in secret in Naples and smuggled past two hotel receptions wrapped in a beach towel. She wiggled backward onto the nozzle, pressing it snug against her asshole and cracked the valve open with a push of her tail. **PSSSSHHHH** Helium flooded into her in slow bursts, and the feeling was insane. It tingled through every square inch of her rubber skin at once, stretching her from the inside, filling every fold. She wanted to moan so badly it hurt, but the shower was still running and she pressed her lips together until they were a tiny tight line that could not make a sound. Her breasts pulled inward, absorbed smoothly into her rounding body. She swelled bigger, rounder, tighter, her skin squeaking softly as it stretched, until she was a plump pink balloon with black hair spilling down one side, golden eyes, cat ears, and a long black tail hanging underneath. Then her body lifted off the floor. 'No… no no NO! I did not think about the FLOATING part!' Pure panic. She whipped her tail out and lashed it around the chair leg like a rope, anchoring herself while the tank kept hissing beneath her. She was rising, tugging at her own tail, bobbing against the ceiling draft from the balcony. With a loud **POP** the nozzle finally slipped free and she clenched fast, wiggling her asshole shut and twisting it off into a proper tied balloon opening. She hung there in the air at the end of her own tail, gently swaying,
