Basket in the Pool
Target; A store that remained in constant across all of time. The soft lighting, dark carpeting in the clothes areas, casually dressed employees. The pretzels and pizza were advertising through smell across the store and faint indie music could be heard if you listened hard enough, though it might’ve been from one of the shops adjacent in the mall.
Another constant of Target happens to be teenagers acting like asshole when it is well past dark and there are more employees than customers in the store.
“Pleeeeeaaseeee give me enough for a pretzel. I’ll give you half, I’m so hungry,” Dave said to Karkat as they walked down one of the aisles back to the men’s clothing section. Dave clung onto Karkat’s sleeve and started to try and drag Karkat down.
“Don’t let me starve, dude, you’re so mean,” he continued in a louder voice. While Dave seemed like he didn’t realize or care that he was being entirely too loud in the store. Though the aisle was empty, registers were manned and some poor souls were probably still wandering the aisles of the store. Forced to not only clean up after asshole customers, stock shelves, work overtime, deal with angry people all day, and now some loud boy yelling about pretzels…
“Dude, shut the fuck up. Just let me get some pants first. I fucking hate people being able to see my boxers with this tear,” Karkat softly delivered the words to Dave as icily as he could. Karkat had also pulled his arm up quick to get Dave back on his feet.
“Yeah sure,” Dave said as they continued towards the clothes. Their arms were locked at the elbow so Dave could feel Karkat tense up when he started to replicate dubstep with mouth sounds.
The dubstep was an in joke and, of course, was almost entirely ironic. A twitter joke Dave had made his mission to keep repeating to get on Karkat’s nerves. At Karkat’s place, Dave doing this would’ve led to Karkat faking anger and pushing him on the bed, eventually leading to them making out. Here, however, it led only to Karkat pushing him away as he knelt down to view the jean sizes available to them.
As the sounds continued, Karkat quickly grabbed all the darker jeans in his size range and hurried to the dressing room. He was mortified to see an attendant on duty folding clothes. They approached and the dubstep introduced them before they were sighted.
“You need to try those on?” The attendant asked. Her smile twitched as Dave continued to make noise as she spoke.
“Yeah, thanks,” Karkat said and laid out the jeans on the counter so the woman could look through them to make sure there was no merchandise hidden in the pile. Soon the jeans were handed back to him with a key attached to a plastic card with the number ‘4’ on top of the pile.
“Thanks,” Karkat said again and turned to the row of dressing stalls. He began walking to the rooms. Dave followed him to the hall.
“Alone,” Karkat said and gently shoved Dave back with his palm to Dave’s chest. Dave frowned and grunted, but turned away from Karkat’s glaring to walk back through the clothing section. Not having anyone to annoy, and his jaw starting to ache, Dave stopped the mouth sounds.
He continued down the aisle. To his left, the toy aisles stretched on. The lego sets jumped out in his sight first. He glanced at them discreetly from behind his sunglasses and didn’t stop walking as his sight jumped from toy to toy. Sure they were cool, but he had no money on him, and any money he would hypothetically have would need to be spent on utility bills.
It didn’t make him not nervous at the sight of the AT-AT lego set on display.
His journey down the back aisle continued through the sporting goods. He passed bikes and baseball helmets. Next the printers and bluetooth speakers. Finally the video games.
He walked to the xbox section and looked at what was available. He eyed the boring looking new releases and looked over the sale games. It was all they ever had; Payday, Battlefront, Call of Duty…
Nothing worthy of interest he continued walking. He passed the seasonal goods and came to the mall entrance of the store, connecting the Target to the hall of Game Stops and Hallmarks.
However, in front of the mall entrance, there was an unattended Target cart with some boxes in it. Thinking it was maybe a cart with items on sale, Dave approached it. First he looked at the box that drew his attention in the first place, a bluetooth/record player.
The box looked fine, however the electronic pieces falling out of it dissuaded Dave from looking at it any further. A cracked blender in a box, handfuls of clothes hangers, opened dvd cases… All damaged items it seemed.
One other item did draw Dave when he started peering in, however. There was a large pile of yellow plastic like a balloon. The yellow seemed too bright to him, as if he were looking at a banana on a computer screen and not seeing it through sunglasses in a fluorescent lit Target. He reached down to grab it and determine the item’s original shape.
No much seemed to remain. Tears and rips plagued the surface of the item. The way it felt, though, reminded him of water wings that he used to wear at the public pool what felt like decades ago. There was too much plastic to be kiddie water wings though, so Dave guessed it was a pooltoy of some kind. Maybe a goldfish or part of a palm tree?
He guessed at what it had been meant for and rubbed the plastic between his fingers.
*Squeeeek*
*Squeeeek*
His fingers rubbed the plastic vinyl again and again. His thoughts trailed off and the sound grew in his head, louder and louder. What if he…
“Hello?” someone said behind Dave.
“Ah..!” Dave exclaimed, somewhat startled. Before him a Target employee was eyeing him nervously.
‘Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” the man said, and looked down at Dave’s hands. He seemed to sigh in relief. Dave glanced back at the mall entrance and realised the employee might’ve been wondering if he was trying to steal something away into the mall.
“I don’t know where that came from, but it wasn’t here,” the employee said at the lack of Dave’s response. He had been absentmindedly rubbing the plastic again as he stared into the mall. He turned again when the employee started speaking to him again.
“Yeah, somebody asked where they could find an undamaged version, but we don’t carry pool items this time of year. I suggested the Sear’s at the other end of the mall or Spencer’s. Honestly, I don’t know what that was supposed to be anyway.”
“Oh, thanks,” Dave said and looked down at the plastic. “Well, I’m going to go back to looking around while my, uh, friend is still looking at clothes.”
“Sounds fine,” said the clerk, relieved. He then held out an open hand to Dave. “If you give me that I can throw that away for you.”
“Thanks,” Dave said and started to hand the trash to the clerk, but hesitated. The plastic had rubbed against his hand as he moved to give it to the clerk, reminding him of the oddly satisfied squeaking he had been drawn into earlier.
“Actually, I’ll throw it away later,” Dave said and lowered his hand. “I’m going to use it to annoy my friend if he takes too long.”
“Oooo-kay,” the clerk said, confused. “Well, let me know if you need anything else.”
The clerk turned away and began walking back to the front of the store. Dave watched him go for a second before turning back to the direction of the dressing rooms. He took a step and stopped, startled.
He hadn’t even realised he was sporting an erection, but the movement of it against his jeans made it quickly apparent. He moved into one of the seasonal aisles to adjust it with his jeans. While in the aisle, he looked again at the torn plastic. Now he noticed something else on it. He moved it closer to his face to look at an air nozzle.
Dave smiled and ripped the nozzle off. It was perfect.
He moved the nozzle around his hands, inspecting it. The more he played with it, the more the bits of yellow plastic seemed out of place on the nozzle. He made quick work of removing the remaining yellow bits and brushed the now naked nozzle with his thumb, moving the valve open. He then brought the nozzle up to his lips and sucked it partially in. Once he moved it securely between his teeth with his tongue, he blew into it.
Air whined as it exited the tube in a tune that wouldn’t be out of place in the intro to a 13 year old’s minecraft channel introduction, only missing the metal instruments and replacing it with mouth sounds. This was sure to get Karkat even more pissed.
He looked back down at the plastic in his hands. Although he no longer needed it, it still felt nice on his skin. He shoved it into his right pocket and moved back to the dressing rooms. He absentmindedly continued to breathe through the nozzle between his teeth, needing less and less pressure on it.
Dave was unaware as his lips started to seal to the nozzle in his mouth. His tongue and teeth began to sink into his mouth, leaving more room for the nozzle to inhale and exhale. The cavern of his mouth began to shrink as well, soon leaving only a tube as big as the nozzle’s opening from the nozzle to his throat.
His lips took on a red sheen someone could’ve easily mistaken for lipstick. The Red sheen continued to spread across his face, however. His nostrils closed up and his nose was drawn into his face until Dave just had a small pyramid poking out from his face. The plastic was making quicker work of his lower body. His neck was quickly overtaken with red plastic and his chest soon after.
Dave continued his walk along the men’s section as his breathing through the nozzle continued. He passed a rack with hoodies and paused. He looked down at his own hoodie in puzzlement, his neck squeaking as his head tilted his gaze down. Why was he wearing this? It was too hot! He pulled off the hoodie, revelling the feeling of the fabric of his shirt as it was pulled across his plastic chest and face. He looked at his hands to see his shirt had also come off with the hoodie.
He felt like he should put his shirt back on, but the cool air felt so good against his skin. The breeze felt so good against his plastic stomach. Why was he wearing clothes to begin with? He brought a hand up to scratch at his head in thought, but continued to scratch to keep the squeaking sound of his hands against his plastic hair going. It was much too hot for this, too much clothes, too much thinking…
Dave fumbled with his belt and let it fall to the floor. His fingers fusing together made it difficult for him to untie his shoes but he eventually managed to kick them off when they were untied. He pulled his left sock off of his plastic foot quickly. He attempted to moan at the feeling, but could only let out a more desperate exhale through his nozzle. He removed his other sock slower to prolong the feeling. He unbuttoned his pants next and let them drop to the floor, soon followed by his boxers.
He stood naked in the shirt selection and ran his hands along his body. The feeling of his hands making depressions in his skin as they ran along the plastic with long squeaks made him terribly aroused. He moved his mitten-like hands down to his crotch, whining at the sensitive bulge he now sported, devoid of any of his genitals.
Wait, wasn’t he supposed to be doing something? Right, he wanted to play with Karkat! Dave turned back to the changing rooms. Each step he took rubbed his thighs together, making Dave even more aroused. He soon reached the hall of stalls, relieved to see the attendant gone. It sure was hard to see with the sunglasses on. Dave put them on the counter and sighed at the feeling of his skin re-inflating the depressions the glasses left on the sides of his nose. It was much easier for his painted-on eyes to see without the light-blockers on.
Which stall was Karkat in again? He tried hard to remember as he made his way down the hall. He had barely made two steps before his legs gave out. Dave landed on his stomach, the carpet feeling nice against his exposed body. He looked back behind him, unable to move his legs. His head began to turn to the front, though. He felt his neck and head lock to keep him viewing forward.
There was little he could do to stop his arms from moving to grab his ass behind him, not that he would’ve wanted himself to stop. The strands of carpet moving against his skin felt too good. He continued not to panic as he felt his legs begin to retract back into him.
As his legs were drawn back into his body, he felt his back also begin to depress. His middle section fused with his arms, leaving them as an inflated ring from his ass to his head. His middle section had deflated to a thin plastic sheet with the record logo on his old shirt as a decal on the circular depression. His legs were not fully gone, along with his hands and midsection.
Dave’s continued ignorance of his changes continued as his breathing grew shallower and shallower. There was less and less of his body to convert, now just his brain remained. As a pooltoy he had no need of independent thought, just the need to be played with and used.
Shorter and shorter breaths now, every exhale removing his mind through the air. Shorter and shorter, then nothing.
There was air moving across his skin, creating undetectable ripples. The carpet strands kept his body up, each strand shifting with the air to create a nice feeling on his body. All he needed was someone to play with him. He was okay with waiting, though, people didn’t always have time to play with toys.
“Dave? Were you the one breathing creepily out here?” Came Karkat’s voice from the stall behind him. He heard a latch click and a door open. There was padding on the carpet as Karkat moved forward. “What the fuck?”
Karkat stood unmoving in the hall. Oh god, this couldn’t be happening. His boyfriend had put an honest to god sex toy in the hall. This was way too far, even for him. Karkat was so going to murder Dave, what if that attendant had seen this?
He knelt down to grab the sexual pooltoy up. As soon as his fingers brushed against the plastic vinyl, though, his thoughts were gone. That felt… really nice actually.
Karkat picked up the pooltoy to further inspect it. That ass did actually look really nice, it kind of reminded Karkat of Dave’s. He turned it around to look at the front half.
“Whoa..” Karkat exhaled. There was an unmistakable resemblance to Dave in the toy. It almost had his haircut, the nose was a bit smaller though…
“Fuck,” Karkat said and removed his hand from inside his jeans. He had been absentmindedly pawing at his dick. This was dirty, he was touching himself in Target now. That plastic did feel nice, though. And his erection was in one of the hardest states it had ever been it. Fuck it.
Karkat quickly glanced out of the hall. The woman was still gone, he was alone. He pushed the door back closed and latched it. His hands kind of fumbled with his leather belt, but he soon had it unlatched. He dropped his jeans and boxers quick. He dropped himself down on the plastic chair in the dressing room.
He then brought the pooltoy on his lap, dick in between the exposed asscheeks. He then began rubbing the toy up and down on his dick. Sounds of the toy squeaking only made Karkat groan louder. The plastic felt so good against his dick, he needed to fuck this thing.
Karkat gripped the toy tightly and brought it up and down, up and down, faster and faster. The feeling of the plastic on his cock drove Karkat wild. He groaned as he felt his climax nearing.
Glancing in the mirror, Karkat saw himself fucking what he could imagine being Dave’s ass. God, this was so hot. His cock sputtered and began letting out a stream of cum all over the toy’s ass and flat midsection. Karkat let out a long, low moan. His cock continued to spurt, slowing down as he went empty. In the moments of ecstasy, he let go of the pooltoy and sighed.
The toy quietly bumped against the floor, bouncing up once before settling on the carpet. Karkat continued to gaze down on it, his mind slowly returning. His eyes went wide. He just fucking masturbated in a Target! FUCK!
Karkat quickly stood up. He threw his pulled his pants back up his legs, wincing at his still sensitive cock rubbing the wrong way across his zipper. His belt buckle clinked loudly as Karkat re-did the belt buckle. He looked back down at the pooltoy. It still had his cum on it.
He looked back at the plastic seat where he put the jeans he decided to purchase already. He grabbed the pair on top of the pile and used one of the pant legs to wipe the toy clean. Hopefully he could just have the cashier scan it without picking it up, or hopefully the self-checkout was still open.
He looked back down at the pooltoy. There was no way he was bringing that with him. He opened the door. He then turned back and walked into the stall again, screaming internally. The attendant was back. He poked his head back out.
He felt like collapsing in relief, the woman had headphones in and seemed absorbed in the clothes folding. Anyway, he couldn’t leave that toy in his stall now. There might still be some residue on it, and there was no way he wanted the attendant to think he was some kind of pervert. He knelt down and picked up the pooltoy. He made an effort to put the pleasing sound of the toy squeaking out of his mind as he shoved it into the open slot above the door to the stall opposite his in the hallway. He heard the toy bounce off against the far war and settle on the floor. He then scooped up all the jeans in his room and exited the hall.
“Anything you don’t need?” The attendant asked. Karkat gulped and realised he might still look exhausted. He made an effort to calm his breathing.
“Yeah,” Karkat replied and handed her the jean pile in his left hand. “Thanks.”
“Thank you,” The attendant said and turned back to the unfolded clothes. Karkat kept walking to the checkout area.
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Dave remained on the floor of the stall. It had felt amazing to have Karkat play with him, his cock moving nicely along his ass. Now it was over, however, and nobody was playing with him.
He didn’t know how long he had been on the floor. Eventually he heard the whirring of a vacuum. His stall door opened and the whirring stopped. Whoever was cleaning removed Dave from the floor and placed him on the dressing room counter. The vacuum turned back on.
The whirring continued, someone picked Dave up again. He was moved down the aisle towards the mall entrance. His painted eyes were able to see the section he had removed his clothing in. His hoodie and jeans were gone, no evidence he had been there at all. The person carrying him absentmindedly brushed their thumb across his skin. If only Dave could moan out for more, his nozzle had closed with a final inhale hours ago.
At the mall entrance, he was handed over to a man with a Spencer’s shirt on. The man turned with Dave in hand and walked down the mall. People were walking all around him, and there was light coming in from the skylight signaling early morning. The man turned into the Spencer’s and walked to the back counter. He looked around the store for where the display of weird pool toys was, but couldn’t remember. His thumb brushed against the plastic. Maybe he should just keep it on the counter. His thumb brushed across the plastic again.
Dave was placed on the store counter. The man went into the back room, presumably to stock or count something. Dave didn’t really attempt to guess, it was enough to know he wasn’t going to be played with again by him anytime soon.
The mall music drifted into the open doorway to the Spencer’s, bringing with it customer after customer. Hours dragged on. Anyone who came in for longer than a second found themselves drawn to the back of the store. Sooner or later they would notice Dave on the counter and pick him up to examine him.
Dave was happy as he was poked and prodded over and over again by customers. The squealing of their skin against his plastic calmed him and kept him horribly aroused. He could feel customers’ eyes drawn to him again and again. He could tell some of them had been subconsciously fiddling with their groin or groping his ass in a blatantly sexual way. Sooner or later they would return him to the counter, however, to Dave’s disappointment not wishing to further play with him. The customers seemed too embarrassed after realising their actions to ask the clerk the price of toy Dave. Time rolled on.
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A familiar presence soon entered the store, to Dave’s excitement.
Karkat walked into the Spencer’s searching for the plastic red toy he had left in Target last night. He had been unable to get in touch with Dave after purchasing his jeans and waiting in the car for two hours. He returned to the Target to find Dave’s clothes and glasses near the changing rooms with his cellphone in his pocket.
The pooltoy had wandered back into his mind. The familiar ass and face had been a lot to take as coincidence, and the feeling of his cock on the toy was unwilling to exit his mind. It was a stupid idea, thinking the pooltoy might be his boyfriend, but it was his only shot.
The Target employee had told him that the other employees had called someone from Spencer’s, thinking the toy to be some strange novelty item. Karkat glanced around and quickly found Dave on the counter. He rubbed his right hand along Dave’s tubular side.
Dave didn’t pay attention to the muffled conversation above him as he was sold to Karkat. His boyfriend’s hand continued to run along his side, driving him wild. Soon he felt himself lifted in the air by Karkat and exiting the store.
Dave could feel the glances from all the other shoppers as Karkat exited the mall. If only the would all play with him, but his owner probably wouldn’t want that. Karkat was so smart.
He heard the familiar beeping of Karkat’s car unlocking remotely. The driver’s door opened and Dave was tossed onto the passenger seat. Karkat soon followed and settled on the driver’s seat, closing the door. He sighed and looked out the windshield before him.
Karkat then turned to the plastic toy on the seat next to him. This was so stupid. He brought one of his hands up to rub his thumb along the side of the toy’s face.
‘Well?” Karkat asked aloud. “Are you Dave? Are you my boyfriend?”
Silence filled the car. Karkat sighed and ran his thumb back down the toy’s face. There was another squeak of plastic moving beneath his thumb. As his thumb moved down Dave’s face, he moved it to the air nozzle. He flicked up the valve and felt the air push past his thumb.
Air began to leave Dave, who began to feel more and more tired. Why was Karkat putting him to sleep? Maybe he should get his attention.
Karkat jolted as the air leaving the toy changed, airflow altered to make a crude tune that reminded Karkat of the annoying mouth dubstep from last night…
Karkat hurridley stopped the air escaping and put his thumb on the air nozzle. He brought the nozzle up to his mouth and began to blow air back into the toy.
Dave felt himself re-inflate. He soon realised it was his boyfriend filling him up with air and felt stupidly happy at his owner filling him up with air from his lungs.
Karkat removed his lips from Dave’s nozzle. Dave felt as though he had just left one of the best make out sessions he had ever been in. The air nozzle was resealed and he was placed back on the car seat. Karkat just stared at Dave.
‘Well?” Karkat asked. “...Aren’t you going to do something?”
Dave could only stare with painted on eyes as he waited for Karkat to continue to play with him.
“Gah!” Karkat screamed and pounded the steering wheel. “This is so stupid! Why am I acting like an idiot!”
He turned back to the toy and grabbed it again. He moved it to look at its face.
“What happened to Dave, huh?” Karkat said, though not really expecting an answer. He turned back to look out the windshield. His fingers began subconsciously rubbing along Dave’s body again. His mind flashed with memories, Dave blowing into the nozzle, discarding his clothes, getting fucked by Karkat...
“Hah!” Karkat said and looked back at Dave. “You are Dave!”
The squeaking of Dave’s skin began to drive itself back into Karkat’s mind. There might be some way to turn Dave back, but right now he wanted to torture dave a bit more for a few days, a punishment for embarrassing him last night. Karkat licked his lips and realised he was hard again. Maybe a bit longer than a few days.
Karkat’s hands found their way back to Dave’s ass and he squeezed on the sexy inflated plastic. He turned the toy to begin to grind his denim-covered cock along Dave’s ass again, but stopped as he realised he was still in a parking lot. He tossed Dave back on the passenger seat and started the car.
As Karkat backed out, his mind drifted him to images of home and the many times in the future he would make time to play with Dave…
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Some months later, Karkat was laying down on his bed while on his phone. He was absentmindedly pawing at his erection underneath his jeans and looking at twitter. Eventually he sighed and tossed his phone to the other side of the bed. Karkat then undid his jeans and pulled them down enough to grab at his erect cock.
Karkat then stood up and walked to the closet in front of the bed. He opened the door and knelt down to retrieve the Dave pooltoy, laying on the floor of the closet. Karkat turned and walked back to the bed.
He had long since stopped leaving the toy on his bed. It was too distracting, leaving him more horny than usual. Karkat did use Dave quite a lot still, though. Dave was turned around and Karkat’s cock fell neatly between his asscheeks in the familiar position. There was some staining from all the times Karkat had blown a load on Dave’s ass that only served to make Karkat more excited.
He bobbed Dave up and down on his cock, over and over. The sound of the plastic rubbing against his hands and dick drove Karkat wild. The feeling of the plastic skin against his cock felt even better as he was quickly drawn into a climax. He came on Dave’s ass and breathed out a sigh.
He was using his sleeve to wipe away most of the cum when he noticed that his cock was hard again, ready to pound Dave again. Karkat smiled and grunted, grabbing his cock to reposition it over the toy’s ass. All Dave felt was pure happiness at how often Karkat was playing with him.
Art by @chutzpah-draws
