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Greg Wants To Swim

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Danica looked down to the young boy, a frown on her face. "Okay, so here's the deal, kid. I don't have any pool toys for you; and I'm not going to get you one, no matter what!" She crossed her tanned arms and looked to Greg, immediately regretting taking this babysitting gig.

"I don't think I like that." The boy spoke slowly, looking up to the brunette with a sparkle in his eyes that she couldn't recognize.

"Yeah, well tough luck. You don't always get what you want." The girl glared down to him, pointing to his room. "Why don't you go and play with some of the toys in your room; you've certainly got enough of the things."

Danica wasn't sure 'toys' was the right thing to call the trinkets that littered the floor of the youth's bedroom. Some of them were the typical sort of plush that she'd expected to find, but there were other things that set her nerves on edge, like a glass bug she'd made every effort to steer clear of.

"I don't think I like you calling them 'things', either." Greg spoke quietly, turning his head to look out the window to the backyard. "It's a nice day outside, don't you think? My parents would be very thankful if I spent some of it in the sun."

Danica shivered as he turned his head back towards her slowly, his eyes flat with a neutral expression on his lips. "Um... Yeah..." Danica spoke slowly, trying to imagine she was talking to a normal child, and not a horror-film reject. "But I really can't go out and buy you anything new; you're not supposed to be left alone. And I can't take you with me either, since you're not supposed to leave the house without your parents."

Greg nodded, his frown widening slightly. Then he turned without a word, heading to his bedroom. Danica breathed a sigh of relief; then stiffened as the boy spoke again.

"I think I'll put on my bathing suit now. There should be an inflatable toy in the garage."

The babysitter could only roll her eyes, silently resolving to never work here again. "All right, I'll head over there. You'd better not get in the pool without me around, okay?"

He turned at that, a small smile quirking on his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Of course."

Danica shuddered; then ambled off to the garage. So much for a relaxing day indoors... At least she'd be able to get some sun in. The girl looked towards the shelving system the Recci's had set up, finding a box labeled 'Pool Toys' with relative ease.        

"Thank God for the obsessive compulsive." Danica grinned, pulling down the box and opening it to reveal a set of water guns, some swim rings, and even a couple of dive sticks. Yet despite this, there wasn't a single inflatable in sight.

She pursed her lips into a small frown, only to turn at the sound of the door opening behind herself. It was Greg, the only kid in the world who managed to still look horrendously creepy in a bright green bathing suit and water wings.

"You're looking in the wrong bin." He said simply, nodding to the wall behind her. "You want that one, up top."

Danica followed his gaze, finding a box marked 'Air Pump'. She sighed and hefted the heavy thing down, opening it to reveal a single, lone air pump; the kind that connected into a wall. "I don't know what I expected." The girl said flatly. "There's no toys in here, Greg." She continued, turning only to freeze at the sight of the first real smile she'd seen him give since her arrival.

His lips were stretched thin by the wide grin, his white teeth perfectly visible-though a few of them looked like they had yet to come in. His eyes were slightly crinkled with mirth, and they glinted with an emotion that Danica could only recognize as 'malice'.

"Oh, I know." He spoke simply. "But I needed that."

"You needed it? For what?" The brunette began, only to shudder as a strange sensation rippled through her body. Her skin was crawling as though she was covered in some cool, slick substance, and the girl looked down, panic overcoming logical thought.

It was just as she'd dreaded: just from a glance, she could tell that there was something wrong with her body. It was like she was becoming slicker; every single one of her hairs simply vanishing from her body as her flesh took on a shimmering, latex texture.

"Oh my God! What's going on?" She shrieked, looking up to Greg to find him simply walking to the pump, picking it up in both hands. The girl tried to fumble towards him, but her arms and legs went numb beneath her, sending her to the ground in a lifeless heap.

She angled her head down towards her numbed right arm, only for her eyes to widen at the sight of her hands deflating. It was like her muscles and bones were vanishing from her body, letting her new and rubbery skin crumple in on itself. A glance lower down her body showed that those limbs had deflated as well, remaining empty and hollow.

The girl tried to open her mouth to scream in horror, but no sound came out as her torso hollowed out just as her arms and legs had. Her shoulder blades cramped as they pushed themselves out through her body, becoming a pair of large dark rubber handles-not that she could see them.

Indeed, her vision was slowly being forced straight ahead as the muscles in her neck evaporated, and she had the distinctly unpleasant sensation of her skull beginning to collapse upon itself.

Her lips remained open in a soundless shriek as the rest of the air went out of her body, and she was left a helpless observer as the boy walked back towards her, pump in hand. A cord ran from it to the wall, and he gave her another of his dead smiles.

"Like I said. I need this." He said simply, laying the pump beside her head and stripping her of her clothing; an easy task in her crumpled and lifeless state.

Danica wanted dearly to retort; to call the boy a monster; to do anything but lay lifelessly in a crumpled heap on the ground. But she could do nothing, remaining only a silent observer as the young man stuck one end of the pump in her mouth.

As he clicked the switch, two things happened: First, her head began to inflate slightly as air was pumped back into her form. Second, all of her remaining holes sealed up, letting the air slowly fill her form.

She wanted to scream at the feeling of being filled; of being inflated. Yet all she could do was sit silently with her lips pressed tightly around the end of the pump, her frame beginning to take form once more-though the form wasn't entirely the one she was used to.

Though Danica couldn't see her body, she knew her own skin well enough to know what it felt like, and whatever she was being inflated to become was nothing like the human form. Her legs felt like they were merging into a single tail, and her arms felt like they were regressing into stumpy fins.

There was an odd stretching feeling in several places along her back as more fins grew out from her skin; the most intense coming just from the square of her spine, right where a dorsal fin would be. Impossible as it was, it looked like Greg was making her into some sort of inflatable animal; a fish or some kind of shark.

As though he could read her mind, the little monster knelt down by her ever-expanding head, now inflated back to its usual size. "I wonder if you realize what you're becoming yet." He said simply, tilting his head as he spoke like a predator monitoring the last struggles of its prey.

Danica wanted to sob in despair at how helpless she was; to somehow wake up from this nightmare that was her current world. But she could do nothing, only able to silently bear the burden of her body starting to stretch; her skin growing taut.

Indeed, her body was now full-though it still looked like she had some changing to do. Her breasts sank into her hollow chest as it began to barrel out, and her neck regressed as her head connected to the rest of her body. Her new latex tail grew thick and plump, and her rubbery fins took on a soft, rounded shape.

But the most extreme changes happened to her head, her eyes sliding farther apart as her glossy skull began to expand; an inky blackness spreading across her face. This dark color filled her peripheral vision as her nose and mouth stretched out to form a snout, the color and appearance bringing only one animal to mind: the orca.

Greg smiled as though he knew what she was thinking, tapping her on her glossy nose. Then he walked behind her, gently pressing against her flanks to test to make sure she was really fully inflated; the hose still continuing to pump her body full of air.

All the while, her beautiful creamy skin was repainting itself in the muted hues of a killer whale, with two exceptions: a goofy red smile that painted itself around the air hose, and her blue eyes, which increased in size cartoonishly on her head.

Danica screamed silently in horror; then in pain as her body began to grow tighter and tighter. Unlike before, it felt that she had no stretching left; she was full, painfully so. Thoughts of popping and being thrown out filled her mind, and she began to panic, a primal fear for her life swimming to the surface of her thoughts. Then she realized that perhaps if she popped, she wouldn't be forced to live the life of an inflatable pool toy, and she began to pray for death instead of its aversion.

These prayers went unanswered as Greg circled back to her head, placing one of his small hands on her face and gripping the hose with the other. He tugged it out with a faint pop, and her lips followed it slightly, becoming a rubber plug that he could uncork when he was done with her.

The former babysitter let out a mental howl of despair as the boy pet her smooth, hollow head; grinning with glee. "Don't worry, I won't be getting in the pool without you." He said calmly, grabbing one of her dark handles with one hand and dragging her through the house to the pool.

Danica could only scream silently, her eyes forever open; her mouth forever smiling. She could only scream, and pray she'd awaken from this eternal nightmare.

 

Little did she know, that such was simple the first day of her new life. The Reccis returned home to find their son eagerly playing with his new toy, bringing him inside and deflating her, leaving her outside to dry. All the while, they gave her sympathetic glances-though neither of the two said so much as a word to her of condolence.

Perhaps they were forced into the same fate as Danica; obeying the whims of a creature that called itself a child. Or perhaps they were simply acting; pretending she had a friend in them, in case she ever escaped this latex prison of a body.

Even as the days stretched into weeks, Danica couldn't tell the parents' game. They inflated and deflated her time and time again, each occasion bringing that same discomfort and fear to the forefront of her mind.

Of course she couldn't sleep; why should she be allowed that mercy? Even when she was deflated, she retained all of her faculties; all of her thoughts. She suffered silently, reciting every prayer she could recall and could invent; all for naught.

As the weeks became months, Danica began to lose hope of ever returning back; forced to endure hot summer days with the sun on her back and her belly in the mercifully cool water. Even these days came to an end; and soon it was too cold for her to be used.

For the first time in what felt like years, the transformed girl allowed herself some measure of hope, wishing that the Reccis would at least let her become something else for the autumn. Instead, they folded her up tight and placed her in a dark box in their garage.

In this box, Danica began to change her prayers, from thoughts of release to a desire for the insanity that had eluded her grasp thus far. It didn't come, and instead she found herself living in a pitch black nightmare, awaiting the day she'd be used again. Such was her life; the life of an inflatable pool toy.

 

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Greg is a demon little demon left [f2u]