Be the Display (Monika Inflatable TF AB) by EntryLvlBread, literature
Literature
Be the Display (Monika Inflatable TF AB)
I woke up that morning, feeling an odd sensation tingling through my body. I stretched my arms and yawned, trying to shake off the grogginess that clung to me. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but something felt off. As I prepared for the day ahead, I noticed the excitement bubbling within me. Today was the day I would attend the annual convention dedicated to my favorite visual novel, "Doki Doki Literature Club." I quickly dressed in an outfit I had carefully chosen the night before, emulating my beloved character, Monika. I wore a white shirt under a gray blazer, a pleated blue skirt, black thigh-high socks, and white uwabaki slippers. I tied my long, brown hair into a high ponytail and secured it with a white bow, mirroring Monika's signature look. I wanted to immerse myself fully in the experience, to be as close to her as possible. As I made my way to the convention center, the peculiar sensation I had felt earlier intensified. It started as a subtle warmth that enveloped my skin, gradually spreading throughout my body. I glanced around, wondering if anyone else could sense the strange transformation taking place within me. But to my relief, no one seemed to notice. Upon reaching the convention, I joined the bustling crowd of eager fans. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement, and I couldn't help but get caught up in the contagious energy. As I immersed myself in the festivities, I noticed my limbs growing unusually light and pliable. It was as if my body was becoming less solid, more malleable. Curiosity and a hint of concern mingled within me, urging me to investigate this bizarre metamorphosis. I ducked into a nearby restroom, seeking solitude and a mirror to assess the changes. I studied my reflection with wide eyes, my once flesh-and-blood body slowly being replaced by something altogether different. My skin had taken on a glossy sheen, appearing as if it were made of rubber. With hesitant fingers, I prodded my arm, feeling the firm yet yielding texture beneath my touch. As my hand pressed against my thigh, a soft squeak echoed in the small space, confirming my fears. I was turning into an inflatable rubber replica of Monika. My gaze traveled downward, taking in the transformation that continued to unfold. Piece by piece, my clothes underwent the same change, shifting from their original fabric to inflatable rubber. The gray blazer puffed up, the pleated blue skirt inflated, and even my socks and slippers became air-filled replicas of their former selves. It was as if I had become a living balloon, a life-sized Monika ready to be displayed. Over time, as I examined each part of my body, I noticed distinct differences. My once warm and soft flesh now carried a cooler, artificial feel. My limbs felt lighter, almost weightless, as if the air inside me buoyed them up. With each squeeze, each prod, I could hear the faint sound of air escaping, creating a melodic symphony of soft hisses. As the hours passed, I found myself moving less and less. My joints became stiff, and my range of motion diminished. I stood frozen in place, my inflated form still and rigid. I could feel the air trapped within me, holding me upright, preventing me from bending or flexing. I was becoming nothing more than a prop, an object to be observed and admired. Eventually, a convention organizer discovered me, standing motionless in the restroom. Seeing the opportunity to showcase an extraordinary exhibit, they placed me on display at a booth dedicated to "Doki Doki Literature Club." The once lively convention attendees now approached me with awe and curiosity, marveling