Everything

Teresa liked men except for one small problem: They were assholes. No matter how hard she tried, or how desperately she hoped, the men in her life had always turned out to be inadequate. Too many disappointments in a row had left her bitter and a little vengeful. Her standards were now sky-high, and anybody who would try to woo her would inevitably not live up to them. She'd make sure of that.

Teresa had just about everything a man could want, and she knew it...which was a big part of the problem. She was smart--clever and witty, almost to a fault, able to verbally dominate anyone foolish enough to bait her. She had an uncanny knack for luring men in, getting what she wanted from them (usually money), and letting them down hard. And looks? Soft facial features combined with cascading crimson hair and a perfect hourglass body. She knew herself very well. She had everything.

There was one more thing she wanted, and that was a sense of security. She realized it was about time to settle down--not in part because she'd already chewed up and spit out many men in the area, and didn't really like working for a living. The singles scene was getting old; it was time to go in for the kill. She could use her people skills to find a rich husband and live off him. She just had to find the right guy and she knew she'd get everything she wanted.

Then she noticed something else she wanted, and she stopped. There, in the window of an upscale but racy-looking boutique called Rubber the Right Way, stood a headless dressform, wrapped in a latex version of the little black dress. Its lines were uncomplicated, its appeal basic--just a tank dress, really, with a straightforward and modest scoop neckline--but it was the simplicity that made it work. Polished to a high gloss, the dress simply mesmerized her. She'd never really noticed the shop before and, despite her predatory ways, had never worn anything more form-fitting than stockings or a swimsuit. But now, for some reason, she was transfixed. She really wanted that dress.

Its price, however, was just as unfathomable as its appeal. "Five hundred dollars?" she said out loud.

"I know," said a voice to her right. "You'd think they'd at least make it $499.99, so it would look cheap if you looked quick."

She was startled by the comment as it pulled her out of her window-gazing trance. "Yeah," she offered weakly, turning toward the voice. "Yeah."

Yeah indeed, she thought. Standing next to her, for who knew how long, was what could only be described as a gorgeous man. Neatly dressed, with piercing blue eyes and sandy blonde hair, the hunk spoke again. "Well, what are ya gonna do--synthetics are in this year, so they're priced accordingly."

"Maybe I should check back next year to see if I can catch a 'Retread Remainders' sale," Teresa replied.

"Oh, I don't know about that," said the mystery man with a smirk. "The latex market is pretty resilient."

Rubber, resilient, she thought. Clever is good. Okay. Phase two.

"Yeah, I guess even after a slump, sales eventually snap back," she shot back. "I'm Teresa."

"Gavin," he replied, extending a hand. She shook it--firm, no sweaty palms, nice manicure. Rich. "So I take it you're not going to be trying this one on."

"It's a little out of my financial league right now." If his pocketed left hand sported a wedding band, she couldn't tell.

"If you don't mind me asking, how far out of your league is it?"

"It's not free."

"Ah," he said with a smile. "Well, in that case, let me buy you a milkshake."

"A milkshake?"

"Well, coffee's a cliche, and ice cream's more fun anyway, don't you think?"

As a matter of fact, she did.

***

When she woke up, she found herself in her own bed, groggy as hell. It seemed like she'd been asleep for days. Was it a dream? She ached all over, as if she'd just moved an entire home's worth of furniture by herself. Maybe she'd thrashed around in her sleep and pulled a few dozen muscles. She remembered a milkshake, and then moving on to mudslides, then Kahlua & cream, then no cream. She simply didn't remember much after that, and was surprised to see the clock reporting in at 4:45 in the afternoon.

Then she spotted a wrapped box and a note card on her dresser. The note was folded horizontally, like a formal dinner placesetting. Grunting with fatigue, she pulled herself out of bed and reached for it. On it were the following words in block capitals:

WHAT DO YOU GET
FOR THE GIRL WHO HAS
EVERYTHING?
-G
P.S. IT WAS ON SALE

G...Gavin. Now she remembered a little bit. Gavin, The Clever Rich Guy. Mr. Not An Asshole. But no phone number attached, no future plan, no "see you soon"? That was it?

Well, clearly not; there was also the gift box. Opening it, she found the latex dress from the store window. The $500 price tag had a line through it in red and, in the same handwriting as the card, "499.99" scribbled below it. She beamed--she didn't even know why, but this brought her profound material joy. And a bit of a smug glee, too--clearly, if a man she'd just met had bought her a $500 dress, she obviously knew how to play him.

She hopped in the shower, dried off, and could hardly wait to try on Gavin's gift. The thing came with a small list of instructions about powder and whatnot, and in moments, she had the garment on. She carefully pulled down the bottom of the dress, smoothed out the lines, and looked in the mirror.

"Damn. I look hot."

It didn't take much for her to realize how good she looked in the dress. Her curves were perfectly accentuated by the snug fit; what few imperfections she had were minimized by the thick rubber. The light played up and down the shiny coating as she turned. Even her auburn hair fell in beautiful contrast around the latex at her shoulders.

"Can't waste this," she said to no one, and began to gather her things for a night on the town. She realized, however, that there was nothing to gather--she wouldn't need anything else. Looking like this, she'd have no trouble getting guys to buy her drinks. Maybe one of those guys would be Gavin, she thought...but since he left no phone number, well, he'd have to wait in line if he showed up tonight. She resolved to thank him while she flirted with every guy in the room. She'd tease and he'd throw himself at her, she figured. He needed to be taught a little lesson about follow-through.

When she reached the club, it was pretty much as she expected--all eyes were on her. The male eyes were bulging--among other organs, she presumed--while the female eyes were drawn into small, envious slits. A steady line of suitors approached with offers of drinks, which she accepted, and clumsy date proposals, which she did not. But it wasn't a few martinis before she heard a familiar voice.

"Hello, lady. Buy you a milkshake?"

She turned to see Gavin, matching the mental image that she hoped she hadn't been embellishing. He ran his eyes up and down her latex-clad form approvingly. "Aren't we nattily attired."

"Sorry, the name's not Natalie--it's Teresa, remember?" She smiled. The chase was on.

"I couldn't forget," he said, "but I thought maybe you'd forgotten about me. I've been looking forward to seeing you again."

"Same here, but you didn't leave me much to go on in your note," she said. "I can't call you without a number or at least a surname."

"I thought sure I'd hear tell of a gorgeous redhead in a little rubber dress hitting the club scene soon enough. Like I said, I've been looking for you. And while it's probably obvious at this point, allow me to tell you that you do indeed look gorgeous."

"Why, you're always allowed to do that," she blushed. So much for flirting with everybody else--he was ripe for the picking. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

"Any chance it could get you out of this place and somewhere more private?"

"Absolutely," she said, and slid off the barstool with a squeak. In the corner of the noisy bar, she swore she heard someone exclaim "Damn!"

***

Gavin's place was a few miles away, in a secluded house up in the hills. Her "rich" instincts from the handshake were right. Art, marble--not a palace, but clearly the home of someone who had both money and taste. Teresa was relieved to find that it was also the home of someone whose left hand did not bear a wedding ring. The two had exchanged clever quips over drinks all night, and now the tour of his tastefully appointed house was almost complete. She knew what was coming next--the first hot sex of the rest of her life.

"This is my favorite room," said Gavin, as they came to a door with an electronic lock. "I've spent a lot of time setting this up just right." Gavin punched in a numeric code on the keypad and a small red light above it turned green.

"What's in here anyway," asked Teresa, giving him a knowing look. "Something secret?"

"A little bit of everything" was all Gavin would say, but he said it with a charming smile and an extended arm, ushering her in.

Teresa stepped over the threshold and found herself in a white room with lots of silver things in it. She thought they looked like medical instruments--electronic readouts, wires, oxygen canisters, all surrounding a central steel table.

Teresa stopped. Deja vu.

"Yes, you have been here before," Gavin said, stepping in and sealing the door shut behind him. "Consider this the lost-and-found department for the rest of our night together that you couldn't place."

Teresa didn't quite know what to do. Don't overreact, don't panic, and don't screw this up, she thought. But saying something...that would be good.

"Ah" was all she could manage.

"Let me fill in the gaps for you. After your impressive alcohol consumption--and I must say, you could certainly drink me under the table--I brought you back here as my personal guest. When I was done, I dropped you back at your place. And here we are again."

"When you were done?" Teresa asked, turning toward him.

"By now, my procedure doesn't take that much time," Gavin replied, "but it does require a fair amount of precision. Sorry about the discomfort--you probably felt like you'd strained most of your muscles when you woke up."

"What did you do?" was all Teresa could say. She was searching for her usual bravado.

"Our meeting was not chance--the dress was just a device. I've been watching you for months, watching you destroy the lives of good friends, rob them blind, your general arrogance, that sort of thing. And I must say, on some level, I admire you--you're a machine. I see how the others were lured in, and I knew I'd be next. Don't deny that it was your plan for tonight--bait 'em, bed 'em, forget 'em, right? After all, you're the girl who has everything, and you know it."

Challenged, Teresa's type-A personality finally kicked in. "I deny nothing. You're clever. I knew you were different from the start." Finally, a worthy adversary, she thought. She came here expecting something physical; the appearance of a mental game turned her on far more. She gave a quick glance around the room and a weak hand gesture. "So you're kinky. That's fine. Doesn't offend me, doesn't surprise me."

Gavin reached for a small black object on a nearby shelf. "But that doesn't mean you know everything."

Teresa felt a tingle run through her body and stumbled backwards, falling onto the steel table. Gavin strode over to her and showed her the object in his hand--a small black squeeze bulb with a green LED on the end.

"You're so full of yourself, Teresa," he said, looking at her writhe helplessly on the table. "I felt it would be poetic justice to see you filled with something else."

He palmed the bulb and flexed his fingers. The green light went on.

Teresa felt the same tingle she'd just felt, only stronger. It ran from just below her neck down the length of her torso and into her thighs. Gavin gave the bulb another quick squeeze and the tingle surged. Her limbs were still stuck in place, and she started to feel what she perceived as...pressure.

"You're going to feel some pressure," said Gavin, one step ahead of her questions. "That's because you're inflating." Another squeeze, another tingle, and she felt her body expand ever so slightly. She looked down at her body and saw her bosom swell.

"I thought the dress was a nice touch, didn't you?" asked Gavin. "Rubber seemed to be the right material. After all, if you're going to be a proper balloon..."

He gave the bulb two more quick pumps and, with a gasp, Teresa watched her breasts grow that much larger. She also felt pressure in her hips. The rubber dress stretched. Her muscles ached and she started to feel...excited.

Gavin reached out with his free hand and cupped Teresa's left breast. He gave the bulb three quick, strong squeezes and felt her breast expand in his hand. "Ooooh, yes," he said, running his hand down to her waist and onto her hips. "Just as I had hoped."

Teresa was breathing heavily now, which only served to accentuate her chest. Noting this, Gavin said "Short of breath? Need some air?" and pumped the bulb a few more times. The tingle surged again and she yelped slightly, watching her breasts inflate and feeling her hips round out beneath the black latex. It felt bizarre and intense...and she could not believe how good it felt. This was not going according to her plans, but she wasn't about to stop it.

Gavin was clearly getting turned on by this too, and began to undress. "I meant what I said back at the club--you look gorgeous," he said, removing his trousers. "But you're just looking better and better for my tastes." He smiled and pumped the bulb twice. Again, Teresa felt her hips blow up, rounding out her bottom a little, and watched as her inflating bosom began to obscure her vision. Her muscles began to relax. The dress really made her look--and feel--like a balloon!

"Let's face it," said a naked Gavin as he nonchalantly climbed on top of her. "You're the girl who had everything except one thing--me. I knew we'd be perfect together--we're not such different predators, you and I--but all the other parts of 'everything' kept getting in the way. For instance," he said, pressed against her but still clutching the bulb in his hand, "your ego."

He pumped. Her bottom and hips flared with air.

"Your rapier wit."

He pumped. Her breasts rounded out further, pulling the neckline down and displaying more of her rapidly inflating cleavage.

"Your vanity."

He pumped three times on that one and pressed himself against her latex-clad body harder, feeling her chest swell up toward his own, sensing her hips become more lusciously round. Her hourglass form was increasingly exaggerated. She was incredibly turned on.

"You've got everything," Gavin said as he entered her. Teresa let out a gasp but was completely ready for him. "And yet, everything is what you'll get."

With that, he started thrusting into her inflated body, squeezing the bulb on each strong stroke. The rubber of her dress groaned in protest as the woman within was steadily pumped larger, swelling with air after each new tingle. Her breasts were blowing up steadily and very round, and the pressure was stretching the neckline out further and further. Her hips were fully curved, and Gavin ran his hand down her side, tracing the cartoonish outline. Teresa began to get lightheaded as she felt her midsection begin to swell slightly.

"Oh, now don't try passing out on me," said Gavin, noting her drowsiness. "I want to make sure you feel everything."

With that, he flicked a small switch on the end of the bulb, and the green light began to flash all on its own. Gavin wrapped his arms around the semi-delirious Teresa as she swelled at a steady pace, the rubber dress just barely containing her enormous breasts while being stretched in other directions by her inflating hips, ballooning bottom, and swelling stomach. Teresa was blowing up all over and could not believe the sensations coursing through her.

Gavin increased his tempo, and so did the pulsing light on the pump. She swelled quickly. He pumped into her faster, and she once again matched his rapid pace, taking in more and more air, helplessly pinned to the table while Gavin explored her inflated body. The heavyweight latex was restricting her expansion and she felt the internal pressure increase. Her breasts were enormous, a deep line of cleavage popping out of the neck of her strained dress, while her flared hips were being steadily challenged by her swelling stomach.

Teresa kept consciousness and, beyond her deep and unexpected pleasure, found herself feeling no pain or even resistance--just pressure. Steadily mounting, stretching the rubber of her dress out further, nipples stiffening up like nozzles, pressing into the thick latex. She was hyper-aware of every inch of her inflating body, could sense the numbing tingle that came with every thrust. She might have even protested if she could have found the focus to speak, or if she wasn't having the most intense orgasms of her entire life.

Gavin, by contrast, was entirely focused, keeping rhythm like a man possessed. He looked like a man who wished he had eight hands, so that each one could touch and stroke and caress each wonderful part of his prize. His eyes constantly flicked to all parts of Teresa's swelling form, as well as her rich red hair and clearly orgasmic face. His hands were free to roam--Teresa's body had swollen to the point where she supported his weight.

But Teresa knew this could not go on forever, and began to deliriously wonder when the mounting pressure would become too great. Gavin kissed her neck aggressively, then buried his face in her swollen cleavage. He ran his hands up the sides of her enormous breasts, squeezing experimentally, as much as his fingers could cover. There was strong resistance to his touch. Her hips were just as firm, and her bottom had rounded nicely. He could feel her bloated belly swelling into his. Even the rubber dress began to make audible creaking noises from the immense pressure. She was very nearly full.

Lifting his face to her ear, Gavin whispered, "Now...now I have everything, too."