Title: Fun at the Lagoon
Comm by: Waaaghan
Categories: Moana
Characters: Moana, Euryale (OFC), Delilah (OFC), Ashley (OFC)
Tags: FFF/f, Femdom, Inanimate Transformation, Inflation, Witches, Rubber Transformation
Alternate Title(s): Moan's Weird Day, Lagoonside Magic, Moana the Pool Float, Moana the Pool Toy
Started: 12/05/2023
Finished: 12/05/2023
Public: 12/06/2023
The hot island sun burned through the gaps in the leaves of the trees, a tropical island breeze causing the weak shade to dance over Moana's bronze skin, like a comforting hug from a loving parent, or her grandmother. The shredded pandanus and layered tapa of her skirt rustled with her confident strides as she pulled herself through countless bushes and trees, her red tapa crop top becoming sticky with sweat.
She'd explored her island countless times but this was a path she hadn't tread for quite some time. It made it more fun. the ground was soft under her bare feet, the breeze was refreshing and the humid warmth of the island sun was divine.
Moana smiled, her cheeks stretching as far as they could, she felt like a child again, the leave here was so big and so close together. It reminded her of the countless times she'd snuck around the island to make her way to the sea without her father's notice. It made her all giddy and bubbly inside. Then she heard the familiar sound of trickling water.
'Now it's really starting to feel like old times,' her brownish-pink lips pulled back, revealing her pearlescent smile.
Splash
She must be getting close.
'A dip sounds perfect right now,' Moana thought to herself, starting to imagine how it would feel to dive into the cool refreshing stream or pool or lake, or whatever. She was starting to get really sticky with sweat too.
Splash
Splash
Splash-Splash
She didn't remember any particular active pool of water this way, then again, it had been a good few years since she'd explored this path.
"Haha," a cacophony of laughter trickled from the source of the splashes.
Moana paused and braced herself against a coconut tree.
The villagers had grown much more confident with water since they had started returning to the boats and sea, maybe they'd taken to exploring some of the water holes of the island too?
Moana grinned, maybe she could have a little fun with whoever was having a little dip. She looked up at the trees above and began to climb, her muscles aching from the sudden change in challenging motions, it had been a while but still, Moana was very well-versed in climbing trees.
It brought even more memories of her childhood back to her mind. Of climbing high in the trees to watch for her father before jumping back down and sprinting for the shoreline only for her father to appear out of nowhere or one of the villagers and drag her back to the village.
It felt good to be sneaky again, it tickled her lower tummy.
Bracing herself, Moana began to jump from one tree to the next. It was exhilarating. And very soon she saw the glimmering light reflecting off the surface of a little hidden lagoon. But then she saw who was splashing and laughing.
She'd thought it was one of the islanders from her village. She was planning to dive down from the trees and into the water, giving them a bit of a fright. But she didn't recognise any of the women she saw.
There were three women in and around the lagoon. The one in the water itself had red shoulder-length hair, a caramel complexion and…well she made Moana feel more than a little self-conscious of her own less-developed breasts. Another was sitting on the border of the water, her legs lightly kicking beneath the surface as she grinned at her friend, she had very pale, almost white hair and a milky skin tone that seemed to almost glow in the sunlight, with very wide hips.
"Hey girls, I think we have a naughty birdy," sang the third one, she had long black hair, was very tanned and wore a dark purple one-piece. She lifted a hand, pointing right where Moana was standing atop the trees.
"Ooh, so naughty," the white-haired one cackled.
Moana tried to say something but her lips wouldn't move. That's when it hit her, she couldn't move. As though she were a statue, she was frozen in place.
"Now be nice, maybe she just wanted to play with us," the redhead said, her voice teasing and mischievous.
"Shall we let her?" the black-haired one asked.
"You know I think we should Euryale, it would be rude not to," said the blonde one.
The dark-haired one, Euryale, looked back at Moana, her grin lifting into a smirk her fingertip ignited with an emerald green flame.
The edges of Moana's vision burned with the same flame and she began to droop. It was like something inside her was sucking all the air out of her, her skin beginning to wrinkle and fold. Her rigid limbs bent this way and that, as her body drooped lower and lower.
Euryale curled her finger and what was left of the girl lifted out of the tree and levitated towards them, though if anyone were to see them it would look like they were levitating a crumbled-up pool toy in need of some air. Light reflected off her rubber skin and one of her limbs dropped free, Euryale couldn't tell if it was an arm or a leg, it was too thin and bounced in the weak island breeze.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the islander floated towards the trio before Euryale let her softly touch on the ground. She didn't want the girl to be punctured after all.
"So, who wants to blow her up?" Euryale asked, looking at her coven sisters.
"I think it should be Delilah, after all, you always did have a taste for the more exotic girls," the blonde witch said, giving the redhead a sneaky side-eye.
"Like you're one to talk Ashley," Delilah laughed, splashing at the other girl's legs, earning a started squeal of delight.
"You bitch," Ashley laughed, kicking her legs out of the water and sending a shower of crystal-clear water over the mostly submerged girl.
Moana could do nothing. Her body wouldn't move. Just listen to these strange girls laughing and talking as though she wasn't even there.
"Fine, I'll blow her," one, Euryale, Moana thought her name was, said – the other two started giggling –suddenly her far-off view of the sky was filled by the ebony-haired witch, dark purple lips smiling down at her.
Moana suddenly felt very was as Euryale ran an index finger and thumb over her lips, plucking at them. Something came out of Moana's mouth and she could suddenly taste the humid air of the island, the slightest hint of salt, mixing with a sudden overpowering taste of rubber.
Euryale leaned in, Moana's eyes wanted to bulge but they were frozen in place, Euryale's tongue flicked out and pulled Moana's lips into her mouth. She tasted sweet and spicy, Moana felt herself a flutter and suddenly the air was being pushed inside her. Her body eagerly devoured the precious oxygen as though she'd been suffocating and her body started to unfold. It felt like she'd been curled up in a ball for hours and slowly being allowed to stretch, her limbs moaning in ecstasy as they ballooned, her more defined figure returning. Euryale didn't stop blowing. Moana wanted to gasp as her breasts suddenly popped out beyond their natural size then her ass began to balloon then her torso, then her head.
It was like she could suddenly hold an infinite amount of air.
Euryale pulled back, and the air began to rush from Moana's mouth. It was relieving feeling her mass start to deflate again only to be stopped as the witch's hot, wet tongue lashed out and pushed the stopper back in place and the air was sealed.
It didn't feel like she was holding her breath. Moana felt like she was just her just…lighter…bigger? It was weird.
Euryale stood up, giving Moana a brief glimpse of her black polished toenails.
"Make way," Euryale laughed, Moana felt the witch's smooth legs slide over either side of her waist. She could feel the heat coming off the witch in waves and she was starting to feel very self-conscious, then she was suddenly in the air.
Moana slammed atop the water's surface, it burned her front as though she'd just bellyflopped naked. The next moment she was submerged as the wide-hipped witch pushed her beneath the surface with her weight, waves billowing out around her.
Though embarrassed by her current predicament, Moana was shocked into a state of awe as she saw not for the first time, but for the first time clearly, the world beneath the water's surface. The beautiful green plant life curling and dancing in the weak current of the lagoon, the rocks reflecting the refracted beams of sunlight piercing the water surface, bubbles flying everywhere and little fish swimming near the bottom of the deceptively deep water. It had to be at least ten feet deep.
Moana had never felt so free.
She could see perfectly and didn't even feel the pressure on her lungs as she held her breath. She felt like she could stay under the water forever.
Splash
Just as quickly as she had submerged she was above the water again, the witch on her back laughing in delight.
Suddenly Moana felt a pair of hands on her side and she began to roll, there was a loud splash and she was suddenly staring up at the sky again.
'What's happening?'
The answer came quickly when Delilah came into view and an intense pressure slammed into Moana's gut as the redheaded witch pressed her palms into Moana's gut and hoisted herself out of the water before slamming atop of the rubber girl.
Squeek
Wait, was that her?
"Oh my god, she squeaks!" Delilah laughed and began to grope Moana's inflated breasts, squeezing them, pressing them together then pressing down harshly, each subtle shift of her dexterous fingers squeezing another long squeak from the chieftain's daughter.
Squeeeeeek
Squeeeeeeeeeeek
Squeek-Squee-Squeeeek
"Haha of course I did," Euryale laughed and Moana suddenly felt two firm hands slam into her ass cheeks.
'Oh, Te Fiti!'
The world flipped over and again Moana's face slapped into the water as she was effortlessly flipped over. The pressure of Delilah's legs around her stomach remained for a second but quickly vanished. She was still blind by the sudden eruption of bubbles when suddenly something very heavy landed on the back of her head, pushing her several feet under the water.
She could feel it. A pair of very thicc thighs squeezed around her head, pushing the back of her head into one of the witch's crotches, she could even feel the back of her head warping to the shape of the bikini bottoms.
Moana saw the milky white legs and feet belonging to the last witch, Ashley, come into her vision. Immediately Moana felt very warm and it wasn't just the heat coming from the witch, as she imagined the bottom-heavy woman straddling the back of her head.
Her legs shot out of the water. The air felt so warm on them. It was like her body was absorbing more heat than normal.
One second her head was dropping deeper under water and the next she shot into the air as though she were thrown by a giant crab. She flew high before starting to fall, she could hear the witches laughing, see their big smiles, the water glistening on their slender nubile bodies.
She bounced off the surface when she came back down.
The events continued and repeated for hours. Time and time again Moana was jumped on, rolled over, flipped and submerged as the women played with her like she were just a normal pool toy. And she never got used to having her head between the witches' thighs, and it felt very weird when Delilah lay on her front, her massive double Ds pressing into her inflated breasts as she tried to swim from her friends only to be tossed back into the water when they rolled her over again.
They played with Moana until the sky burned orange, the sun setting on the horizon when they suddenly climbed out of the water – leaving her floating in the lagoon.
Were they really just going to leave her like this?
Her flushed embarrassment became fear.
"See you next time love," Euryale said blowing her a kiss and in a flash of light they were gone.
Had they really just-
Moana suddenly sunk beneath the surface again as her weight abruptly returned. She resurfaced fast, taking in a long, deep breath of air. She could finally move again. She looked at her hands and arms, treading water, and touching her shoulders, head and hair.
She was back to normal.
Well almost, normal.
Her eyes drifted down to her breasts, once petite and well-fitting for her frame, now almost as big as Euryale's had been.
Her cheeks burned red.
How was she going to explain this to her father?
She didn't even understand it herself.
Moana swallowed and began to paddle her way back to shore.
Today had been a very weird day.
Fun…but weird.