EC III-VII: House of Bounce Extended

 HOUSE OF BOUNCE

One day, it just appeared on a field in a park in one of the suburbs. An uninterested eye was not going to find anything unusual: yes, a big bouncy castle in a field, where they would usually put them during festivals and such.

But it wasn’t just big. It was enormous, double the size of a normal one, and a lot of fun for the whole fam, with an exhausted-looking local bloke selling the tickets. Some were seeing the weirdness of its sudden and standalone appearance, especially the local authorities that found no faults in the inflatable attraction’s documents, save for that no one remembered reading them before and placing their real-looking signatures. Before they were able to detect and restrict access to the largest Enchanted object yet, it already caused quite some mischief.

***

Brenda was also weirded out by the castle, and not in a healthy way. She did not understand it, but felt like she just had to figure it out for herself. Somehow, a secret was hidden within, so there she was, approaching it in the dead of night. She poked the thick rubber side of the castle with her finger; it was inflated very well, but a full circle around it found no pump or hoses to be doing it.

Off, unnatural, out of place, alien. “Mmmm!” — Brenda realized that there was moisture in her panties. These words she was thinking to describe the foreign object could be applied to her own interest to it. She did wear her least sustainably sourced leggings just for that affinity with the thing.

Then, her heart skipped a beat. There was an entrance now! A human-sized depression in rubber, loudly creaking as it finished forming. Brenda was granted entry into solving this mystery once and for all! She looked around. It was all hers. No one could steal it from her.

More creaking sounds surrounded her along with extremely artificial rubber smell as she made her way inside the tightly inflated castle. There was no illumination there, only that from outside, whichever wasn’t blocked by Brenda herself. She took great care to not slip and fall, but it seemed like her efforts were in vain as she approached a dead end.

THHHWUP-

The entrance closed with force behind Brenda, like in a cliché haunted mansion, leaving her in complete darkness. Feeling cheated out of an exciting discovery more than anything, she rushed back and pounded against the rubber with her fists, but it kept inflating inwards, with less and less space left every second. On the other hand, her poundings have not gone unanswered. Many more fists, from many more helpless victims of their own curiosity, were right there for her, mere feet away...

Brenda’s last scream never left her tight confines, and these only kept getting tighter. Soon it encompassed her entirely, and then proceeded to increase its airtight bond. For a second, there was nothing to breathe, but a bouncy castle happened to be a place where it was in rich supply. Two nostril holes popped open to let it all in, although it required some lung work to get the thick, stiff rubber cocoon to allow her to store a sufficient amount.

The girl could not see or hear, only smell the artificial material. Her fingers would not separate, so she curled them up and tried to pound her way out. Clearly unachievable, but better than giving up. Pressured oxygen held her away from the floor and other cocoons in there, while the rubber surface ate right through her top and booties, not forgetting to retain their heel. Yet, when it came to the leggings, it refused to eat its own kind.

Brenda squirmed in vain as an artificial, but very animated dick-shaped extension grew right into her mouth. She felt pressure against her crotch and her anus at the same time, but the two other invaders were thwarted by the intact leggings. Her perma-curled hands tried to do something — anything — to help in their last stand. There was still hope that she won’t be violated by this heartless entity completely. But the bulge, indeed, was forming from under the suit, and any delay was temporary.

-POP-

“MMMMMmmmmmMmm!!” — it was going to be less sudden without the leggings, that’s for sure.

***

The castle resisted the siege for hours, but the fire brigade was equipped enough to tear through and keep it open. Sixteen captives of different sex were rescued, but getting them out of the suits was revealed to be a lot more difficult, since those were Enchanted ones forced upon them, designed to fuck their inhabitants into Activation.

Brenda looked at the rest of the wearers and at the shredded rubber scraps lying in front of her. She was the last visitor of the House of Bounce, the only one rescued before the evil suit bonded to her body, but not before it bonded to her soul. The rubber smell would take days to stop distracting her. Her dreams at night would be altered towards it. She feared that she did not have long until her Enchanted fate finds her — and will be greeted with welcome.