"I'm not sure this is such a great idea..." Heather said, shifting about uneasily as she looked around the luxurious manor she found herself in.



"C'mon, you weren't quite so nervous when I suggested the idea this morning!" her wife Marisa said, shaking her head slightly. "Why the cold feet now?"



"Have you seen this place?" Heather swept her arm across the expansive living room the two were standing in, taking in the sunlit patio and swimming pool visible through the glass windows along one wall. "When you said you were going to sneak me in to help with you at a party, I didn't expect something like this!"



The plan had sounded innocent enough at first. Marisa had been hired to cater a private party for a wealthy woman -- Heather hadn't recognized the name, but from what Marisa had said she sounded like a socialite. When Heather had confessed to being curious what such a party would be like, Marisa had immediately suggested trying to smuggle Heather in as an assistant. Heather didn't have nearly the talent for cooking that her wife did, but maybe she could assist as a server or in some other role -- anything that might get her in the door and a chance to look around.



But as they'd driven up to the house, Heather began to have second thoughts. The manor itself was rather luxurious, a modern-looking house that sprawled atop the hillside with white-washed stucco walls, looking out over the beach down below. It covered at least 6,000 square feet, with expansive, tastefully decorated room, and an enormous patio with a large swimming pool, all with an incredible view of the sea. Seeing just how sophisticated everything was, she started to feeling this sense of worry that they could get into a lot of trouble for this.



"Hey... listen, it was my plan. If you get into trouble for this, well... I'll do whatever it takes to deal with it, okay?" Marisa said, her dark eyes meeting Heather's. "We're in this together."



Heather nodded, relaxing a bit at Marisa's determination and confidence. But that quick disappeared as the moment was interrupted by a loud clap echoed through the room, and both women turned to see another woman had entered the room. The newcomer was tall and slender, with a graceful figure. She had olive-hued skin and short, dark hair, and wore an elegant sundress with bright, summery colors.



"Ms. Rosales," the other woman said, "I trust everything is in order?" She paused, her eyes narrowing as she looked over Heather. "Who... are you?" she asked, her voice taking on a stern tone.



"Thisis my... assistant, Heather Brandenburg," Marisa said, stepping forwards to interpose herself slightly between Heather and the other woman. The newcomer simply remained quiet for a moment, studying Heather intently, before her gaze shifted back to Marisa.

"I do not recall any mention of an assistant when we discussed the preparations for this event," she said firmly.



"I.... I apologize for that, Ms. Halimeda. At the time, I was... umm... well, we weren't sure of her schedule."



The other woman's eyes remain narrowed as she considered Marisa's words. Finally, she stepped around her to speak to Heather face-to-face. "This is a very important event for me, girl," she said firmly. "It has been difficult enough to organize, and I cannot have any unexpected factors at play. So... tell me about yourself. I've been very impressed by Ms. Morales' skills in the past, but you... what are you good at? Are you on par with her skills?"



Heather swallowed nervously, feeling on the spot. She knew she should probably fib and try to cover for her wife -- Marisa was likely good enough to cover up for any mistakes she made. But there was a strange pressure at the back of her head as Ms. Halimeda spoke, almost like a subtle compulsion to tell the truth.



"I... I'm not a cook..." she admits, glancing away in embarassment. She could hear Marisa let out a soft groan from nearby. "I'm just a pharmacist... but I really wanted to see what these parties my wife worked at were like..."



"So you figured you'd sneak in, hmm?" Ms. Halimeda nodded, a smirk playing across her lips. "I should just throw you out now."



Heather glanced at Marisa in concern. "Please, ma'am... I apologize for the trouble! I... I can still be of help! I can help serve the dishes... and I know first aid! I could help on the patio, keep an eye on the pool..." she said, words coming tumbling out of her mouth as she tried desperately to figure out a way to salvage the situation.



"The pool...?" Ms. Halimeda blinked, glancing out at the patio and the pool, before turning back to Heather. "You are that eager to stay and see what one of my events is like, is that it?" she said, before finally nodding. "Very well... IF you are truly that eager to stay, and help... then I think I could find a place for you to help with the pool." Her lips spread into a faintly sinister smile.



Heather swallowed again, sharing a nervous glance with Marisa. The other woman shifted uneasily, but finally nodded. "It's... it's up to you, Heather..." she murmured.

"I... I'd like to stay," Heather said.



"Then we have a deal." Ms. Halimeda clapped her hands together once more, before reaching out to grab Heather's arm. "We'll need to get you ready quickly. There is little time before the party starts." Her gaze shifted to Marisa once more. "Ms. Morales, I trust you can complete the remaining preparations on your own?"



Marisa nodded, still looking at Heather. "Don't worry, Heather, remember... we're in this together."



Heather simply nodded, and let herself be lead away by the party's hostess, feeling slightly in a daze... an awkward sense of worry nagging at her mind. The two of them soon ended up in a rather spartan bedroom, perhaps a guest room, given that it overlooked the patio outside. Ms. Halimeda let go of Heather's arm, and flung open a closet, revealing it was fully stocked with a variety of clothing, from evening gowns, to sundresses, to swimsuits.



"Um... ma'am, what do you need me to do?"



"You?" The hostess glanced back at her with a slight smirk. "Just look pretty, I suppose. Although you don't have quite the figure your wife has." The woman's eyes roved over Heather's body, as if taking in her measurements. "Although it does give me some ideas... hmm." She turned back to the closet. "What style of swimsuit would you say you look best in?"



"Swimsuit?" Heather could feel her face burning with embarassment. "Umm... I guess a simple blue one piece?" she offered.



Ms. Halimeda tutted at that. "A one piece? That won't do, not for MY party." She hmmed to herself, examining swimsuits of various colors and designs, before pulling out a bright blue bikini. She tossed it to Heather. "Put that on," she said sternly.



"This? B-but..." Seeing Ms. Halimeda's look, Heather quickly quieted, and stepped into the adjacent bathroom to change. She was a little surprised to realize that the bikini fit her perfectly, although she still felt uncomfortably exposed to be left wearing the skimpy swimsuit. She couldn't help but try and cover her modesty as she stepped back into the bedroom, and fell under Ms. Halimeda's gaze once more.



"Mmm.... yes, that should do. Now... follow me." The hostess turned, opening up the doors that lead out onto the patio, and strode quickly outside. Heather had to hurry to keep up, falling in behind the other woman as they walked over to the pool.



"Umm... Ms. Halimeda? Exactly what do you want me to do at the party?" she asked. "I know you said something about me helping with the pool, and just... standing around... but... I'm not a lifeguard..." She glanced at the pool, noting just how large it was and taking in the colorful array of rafts and other toys that already floated upon the water.

"I realize that, but... since you did have the idea of ensuring that the guests would be safe and have fun while they were swimming..." Ms. Halimeda turned around quickly, grasping Heather by her shoulders and looking into her eyes. "I have just the role for you, that'll keep you from causing any trouble at my event."



And with that, Heather felt a sudden tingle of energy shoot through her body.

She glanced down at herself, feeling a strange sensation building in her abdomen, but starting to spread through her body. Her stomach gurgled, feeling upset and gassy.... and as she opened her mouth to ask Ms. Halimeda what she had done, instead a loud belch escaped her lips. She immediately covered her mouth, blushing in embarassment, but the other woman only seemed amused by the display.



Heather squirmed in embarassment, her body still tingling with that strange energy, and the awkward sensations only increased. The bloated sense of pressure in her gut seemed to spread, with both her generous butt and not-as-generous breasts feeling it next... and she had to blink as she felt both starting to somehow start to expand. She glanced down at her breasts in shock, seeing them visibly start to inflate, accompanied by a hollow 'whoosh'ing sound, as if they were balloons. Twisting about to glance behind her, she was startled to see that the effect upon her butt was even more pronounced, as it was growing even larger in size than her breasts were!



"What... what's going on...?" she stammered, reaching behind her reflexively to try and press her butt back into shape... but instead, felt the pressure pushing back, her butt swelling larger. She realized with a start that the hostess may well have planned this, explaining why she'd had her change into a swimsuit.



"As I mentioned... I have the perfect role for you. Just a few changes, and you'll fit right in..." Ms. Halimeda replied, her fingers squeezing Heather's shoulders experimentally. The younger woman could only let out a yelp of surprise as she felt the woman's fingers sink slightly into her body, her body feeling more... elastic. Twisting her head, she saw that her skin was now developing a glossy sheen, any imperfections being smoothed away as it took on a slick, almost artificial appearance. She felt the tingling of the energy building up in her hands and feet, and as she held up a hand to study it, she was horrified to see her fingers starting to swell up, then start to merge together. The process was painless, but quite disturbing to see, as her distinct fingers vanished, leaving her hands looking like glossy plastic mittens.



Heather let out another gasp. "What... how..." she continued to stammer, feeling overwhelmed. How was this woman turning her into something like plastic... or was it rubber? She tried to back up a step, to turn and run away, but the hostess' fingers were dug firmly into her shoulders, holding her in place. What's more, she could feel the tingling sensation building up in her limbs next, the hissing sense of pressure building up all across her body. Her legs buckled at the knees, and she found herself forced to kneel upon the tile floor. Her arms were next, being forced to her sides, forearms held outwards as she gripped her swelling breasts... which now felt hugely swollen, filled up like balloons. They'd expanded into glossy spheres, bobbing lightly as she was forced downwards. Behind her, she could feel her butt swelling larger and larger, becoming almost cartoonishly huge, and she could feel it pressing against the tiles as it continued to expand.



Seeing Heather struggling to move as her body was steadily forced into a fixed pose, Ms. Halimeda finally released her shoulders, grinning slightly at the faint squeak that resulted from the other woman's rubbery skin. "Now.... I think that's enough out of you," the hostess said, planting one of her fingers upon Heather's lips, and the transforming woman's eyes widened as she felt that tingling sensation build up in her mouth and lips. "At this rate, you're just going to complain and stammer about what's going on... so let's get you all nice and quiet."



Heather squirmed in place, struggling to try and pull free.... but she could already feel her mouth and face starting to change. Her cheeks puffed up as pressure built up in them, and she tried to exhale... but only a hissing moan came out, as she felt her teeth and tongue become absorbed into her mouth. Her lips were the next to puff up, swelling under the touch of Ms. Halimeda's finger as she traced around them, until they were a fat, rubbery pucker, with only a hiss of air escaping through the hole between them... and then even that was cut off, as she felt a stiff plastic plug appear and insert itself into the hole, plugging her mouth up firmly. She tried to protest, but found that she couldn't even make a sound.



"Much better..." Ms. Halimeda murmured, nodding to herself in approval. Taking a step back, she looked over the changes that had continued across the body of her uninvited guest. Heather's skin now looked glossy and artificial, squeaking and dimpling to the touch. Her boobs had inflated to the size of beachballs, swelling up into nearly spherical shapes. Her back was arched slightly, thrusting her breasts forwards, while her head tilted upwards. The sorceress' eyes were drawn to Heather's butt, however, as it had swollen to enormous size, eclipsing the merely beachball-sized boobs to expand outwards so that the woman's buttcheeks were now two or even three feet across. The steady expansion of Heather's butt slowly tilted her body forwards, and in a few moments she toppled over onto her front, the woman helpless to do anything to stop her fall. Fortunately, her new body proved to be quite resilient, bouncing lightly as her stomach and boobs smacked into the tiles.



Now lying prone on the cool tiles surrounding the pool, Heather began to realize just what she'd been turned into. Lying on her stomach, looking out over her inflated boobs at the nearby pool, she realized that she was being turned into some kind of... inflatable raft? The whole discussion about "helping out with the pool" came back to her mind, and she groaned inwardly. Somehow this crazy woman had turned her into a pool toy! She struggled to move, but her body refused to budge, now nothing more than rubber and air.



The hostess stepped closer, examining Heather's new form as the last of the changes to her body occurred. Her arched back took on a ridged appearance as it formed into a seat for a rider, while her face rounded out, eyes flattening as they became just painted on, staring outwards with a vague expression of surprise. Ms. Halimeda couldn't resist slipping a finger under one of the straps of the tautly stretched bikini top, snapping it against the hollow rubber shape of Heather's boobs, listening to the drum-like 'thump' that echoed through the toy's body. "Hmmm.... it would be amusing to leave you naked, but... that seems it a bit tacky." She gestured quickly, gathering a bit more magical power, before touching both the top and bottom of the bikini, causing the garments to merge into the rubbery skin, becoming a painted-on design.



"And now.... let's see how well you work!" she said, grasping ahold of the new raft from the side, and shoving it across the tiles until it slide over the edge and onto the water's surface. Heather gasped inwardly at the sensation of the cold water of the pool across her stomach, breasts, and legs... but found herself floating easily upon the water's surface, her new form as buoyant as any other pool toy. Stuck staring forwards, she could only watch helplessly as she gently floated across the water, bumping off one of the other toys already in the pool.



"Perfect..." the hostess said to herself, crossing her arms in satisfaction... just as someone else stepped out onto the patio.



"Ms. Halimeda, all of the preparations for the buffet are ready..." Marisa said, before her gaze fell upon the pool, and she saw the newest addition to the hostess' collection of pool toys. "Umm... that looks a lot like Heather..." she murmured.



"Why, yes, it does bear a remarkable resemblence," Ms. Halimeda said, sauntering over to Marisa. Inwardly, Heather tried to scream and yell out for her wife, but she couldn't make a sound. As she drifted across the pool, her field of view shifted, slowly panning over the scenic view of the ocean instead of seeing her wife and the hostess, but she could still hear the two talk.



"Er... I have to ask, what sort of position did you find for her? You said something about... helping with the pool..." Marisa asked, glancing repeatedly at the rather comical-looking new raft on the pool. "And.... that looks just like her..."



The other woman smirked slightly. "Oh, I assure you it's just a coincidence. Now, the party is about to start... I need you to focus on that, to ensure nothing goes wrong. Understood?" As she spoke, Ms. Halimeda wove a bit of magic into her words, a compulsion for the other woman to follow her instructions. Marisa blinked, her thoughts growing foggy for a moment... but then she shook her head, and nodded. "Yes, Ms. Halimeda, I understand. I'll get ready right now."



With that, the latina woman turned and walked back into the house... leaving Heather with a sinking feeling. Did her wife not even recognize her like this? Would anybody even realize she was anything other than some lewd and ridiculous looking pool raft?

She continued to drift about the pool, her slow rotation gradually bringing the patio and the mansion into view. She could see people starting to arrive, Ms. Halimeda greeting each with differing degrees of formality. Most were dressed in colorful summer clothing, with shorts, sarongs, shawls and so on, although many still looked rather elegant and well-tailored. Of particular note were a pair of women that Ms. Halimeda spent a significant amount of time with, one a dark-haired woman, the other a rather glamorous redhead. After offering both a drink and spending several minutes speaking with the two other woman, the hostess then lead them outside, motioning to the pool. She could see both of the newcomers smile at the sight, and blushed inwardly.... although her rubbery skin showed no sign of it. To her dismay, she saw the shorter, dark-haired woman quickly remove her skirt and shawl, revealing a tiny brown bikini, before she quickly jumped into the pool with a shout of glee!



Heather shuddered inwardly as the cold water splashed over her, rocking slightly on the waves created by the woman's jump into the pool. She then felt a hand grab hold of her, and then the bikini-clad woman pulled herself up onto her back, her body squeaking noisily underneath the woman. The woman's body felt incredibly heavy to her, now that she was just air-filled rubber.... but her buoyancy kept the other woman supported upon the water's surface, even as she rocked and bobbed in place helplessly.



"Mmm.... this is really good work, Iris," the bikini-wearing woman said, wriggling her butt upon the seat molded into Heather's back. Heather felt something strike the back of her head, making a hollow thump echo through her. "Yup... good and durable."

"I'm flattered to hear your praise, Charlotte," the hostess responded, walking around the edge of the pool until she walked into Heather's field of view, the redhead woman following behind. "I trust it'll get a lot of use today."



The redhead laughed! "Oh, I bet... you'll probably get a bunch of people who'd want to take her home."



The woman Ms. Halimeda had called Charlotte chuckled, leaning forwards to rest against Heather's inflated head, her breasts pressing against the transformed woman from behind. "I bet I could get a good price for her..." she suggested.



Heather could see the hostess pause, and actually consider it. "Perhaps... I'll have to see how things go." She smirked for a moment at the floating pool toy, and then turned to her other guest. "So, Sarah, you have to tell me what you've been up to... it's been too long!" she started saying, as Ms. Halimeda and the redhead walked off across the patio, leaving their other guest floating in the pool atop the raft.



The transformed woman could only float helplessly across the surface of the water as she felt Charlotte shifting upon her back, the rubber skin creaking and squeaking with each movement she made. Finally, she felt the dark-haired guest lean back against her enormously inflated butt, and then prop up her legs upon Heather's beachball-sized breasts, one on each side of her head.



"Ahhh, this is the life~" Charlotte murmured. "Definitely the best shape for a raft, whatever Sarah might say."



Heather felt humiliated, having to listen to the woman talk about her like that. She wasn't supposed to be a raft at all! But she couldn't protest or argue back, or even respond in any way. She just continued to stare forwards from her painted-on eyes, watching the patio as the two lazily drifted about the pool. As more guests arrived, more started to step out onto the patio, a few even joining Charlotte in the pool. Heather found herself getting bumped and pushed about as the guests start playing around in the pool, with laughing threats and teasing going on between the various men and women. She overheard the occasional playful threat of transformation and ending up "one of the toys", but fortunately none of them seemed to be serious, as no one else ended up transformed like her. On the other hand... nobody treated her as anything other than an inflatable raft, either. Instead, she found herself just roughly shoved about, grabbed by the butt and breasts, with people clambering onto her back with a noisy cacophony of squeaks before they were shoved off by someone else wanting a turn.



It felt like hours as people shoved and wrestled with her, but finally the activity in the pool ebbed, people clambering out to dry themselves off and go inside. She saw more people step out onto the patio, carrying platters of food and drink. They sat at the tables, looking out over the ocean and talking amongst themselves. The sight of the food reminded Heather of her wife, and she wondered how Marisa was doing inside... serving food to the guests and hosts of the party, with apparently no idea that her wife was stuck outside as an inflatable toy in the pool. Heather groaned inwardly, hoping that once the party was over, she would be turned back to normal. Surely being turned into an inflatable toy for a few hours was punishment enough for trying to sneak into the party, wasn't it?



More time passed. A few more partygoers dove into the pool, laughing and playing around. One bounced a beachball off of her face, much to her embarassment, while others just pulled her over and lounged upon her back. The redheaded guest she'd seen speaking with Ms. Halimeda earlier returned, and seemed to take particularly delight in slapping Heather's enormously inflated butt to produce drum-like sounds.



Finally, however, after hours of use and abuse, the party seemed to be finally winding down. More and more of the guests excused themselves and bid farewell to the hostess, who graciously saw each off. Sarah and Charlotte both lingered for quite a while, apparently close friends with Ms. Halimeda, but eventually both had to leave as well... although Heather could see Charlotte casting avaraicious glances in her direction. It sent shivers down her spine... or would have, if she still had one.



At least, hopefully, this whole nightmare would be over...



Once the last of the guests had left, the mansion was fairly quiet. The various staff that had been hired moved about, cleaning up the mess left behind, but were apparently so worn out that there was very little discussion. She saw a couple of young women clean up the plates, glasses, and cuterly left outside, then sweep up the litter left on the patio tiles. It looked like boring, tedious work, but at that moment, she would've been happy to join in, rather than just floating silently on the pool.



Finally, even the staff started heading home. Twilight was falling, the sun setting down over the ocean. Heather watched as Ms. Halimeda stepped out onto the patio, looking over it to check and make sure everything was properly neat and clean. She saw the woman smirk slightly as her gaze passed over the pool, and felt once again embarassed at her predicament. But the hostess showed no sign of moving to restore her yet, as she simple walked over to look out over the railing.



Then, to Heather's glee, she saw Marisa! Now changed out of her chef's uniformed, the latina woman walked outside onto the patio, heading towarsd Ms. Halimeda. She paused once again at the sight of the inflated pool toy that resembled her wife, but simply shook her head, and addressed the hostess.



"Ms. Halimeda... everything is put away, just as you asked."



"Very good, Mrs. Rosales. I must say, you live up to your reputation. The food you served was exquisite, and many of my guests praised it."



Heather knew that normally Marisa would simply lap up the praise -- she certainly had no objections to anyone inflating her ego. But the latina woman simply brushed the compliments aside, apparently more concerned about something else.

"I want to know what happened to my wife."



At that, Ms. Halimeda turned around, a slight smirk playing across her lips. "Do you now? The one you tried to smuggle in to my party uninvited, correct?"



Marisa glared at the other woman, struggling to keep her temper under control, although Heather could see her hands clenching into fists. "Yes. That one. You said you'd find a role for her, helping with the pool... but I haven't seen her all day!"



"Oh, I assure you, I took proper care of her, and she has been filling that role quite well. I had many guests compliment me on her as well."



Marisa glanced over at the pool. "Then... then where the hell is she?!"



Ms. Halimeda simply pointed at the comical-looking pool raft. "She is right there."



"What? But, that.... that's nothing more than a rubber pool toy!"



Heather felt a flush of embarassment to be described like that by her own wife.



The hostess simply smirked. "Yes, that is all she is now. And now, the question is... what to do with the two of you..."



Marisa blinked. "What... what are you talking about? This is nuts... you're going to return my wife to me, and we're going to head home!"



Ms. Halimeda laughed at that. "Well, the idea of you taking that raft home with you is an amusing one... but... I've had a few offers for her..."



Heather could see Marisa trembling with anger now, and the latina took a step towards Ms. Halimeda. "No more jokes... if that really is my wife, then you're going to change her back...!"



The sorceress paused at that, taking in the woman's anger, before nonchalantly brushing it off. "Hmph. You do have quite the temper on you. But I suppose it can be understood, seeing as you two are married... I'd hate to separate you." That seemed to mollify Marisa a bit, and the woman started to calm down... but Ms. Halimeda kept talking. "On the other hand, as I said... people were quite impressed with my new raft, so..."



Before Marisa could react, the hostess gestured in her direction... and she felt a strange tingling sensation pass through her body! She glanced down at herself, feeling a strange sense of unease, before a bloating sensation began to spread through her body...



Heather could only watch in horror as the same changes she had herself experienced began to visibly spread over her wife's body. She could see the latina woman's caramel-colored skin turn smooth and glossy, her already generous curves becoming more pronounced as bone and muscle were rapidly converted into air. Much as Heather had been, Marisa was forced down to her knees as her body was bent against her will, hands and feet fusing together into simpler, rounded shapes. Her breasts began to expand, rapidly swelling up to beachball size, while her butt began to inflate even more. As she floated about upon the water of the pool, Heather felt a surge of sympathy for her wife, knowing just how each stage of her transformation felt.



Soon, however, Marisa's transformation was complete. She struggled to protest and move, but her body quickly grew inert, just inflated rubber and air. Her shouts and snarls of anger were cut off as her mouth was absorbed, her swollen lips plugged with a plastic valve identical to the one that had formed in Heather's mouth. Even her angry expression was smoothened away, painted on eyes and features taking on a more sultry look to contrast Heather's own expression of surprise. When the process was complete, another inflatable raft sat on the tiles next to the pool, only the strained and torn clothing any indication that it had once been a person.



Ms. Halimeda tsked at the sight of the tattered clothes. She cast a quick glance over at Heather, and then nodded to herself. The hostess gestured, and Heather was startled to see the clothing dissolve and reshape itself, shrinking into the form of a bright red bikini, an almost exact copy of the blue one she had chosen to wear, tautly stretched over Marisa's new form... which then fused itself to her body, becoming a painted on design. Now the two looked even more like a pair, one a fair skinned, blonde haired raft with a blue bikini, the other resembling a latina woman, with dark hair and a bold red bikini.

"Perfect..." the sorceress murmured, studying her work. She then grabbed ahold of Marisa's overinflated butt, and started shoving her across the tile, until she finally slipped into the pool as well, drifting across the water. "I'll just leave you two here to get reacquainted... until I've decided whether to keep you, or let Charlotte have you for her own collection." Ms. Halimeda grinned. "You did want to see my mansion, after all... I'm sure you'll get quite familiar with it, until you end up packed away..."

The woman laughed, and then turned and walked back into her house... leaving the two transformed woman to gently float about on the surface of the pool, their only contact being when their rubbery bodies bounced gently off of each other.