So, this is my first attempt at writing a story, and I wanted to do something different, diving more into the earlier years of the fetish. Specifically, the story of a fictional almost 12 year old girl named Jamie. Although despite the title, this isn’t written in the first person, because who’s actually gonna write this stuff down?
Chapter 1: Playtime
Jamie was a pretty normal girl tweenage girl. She had two parents who were happily married, an older brother, and a younger sister. She was doing well in school, was involved in several extracurricular activities, and was generally very happy and outgoing.
She also LOVED balloons. A lot. They were her favorite toy, bar none. She loved almost everything about them. The colors, the bounciness, the squishiness, how they expanded... She could live without the pop, but it was a risk worth taking. She almost always had them in her room when she was younger, but as she got older, they were generally around less. She had loved playing with them for as long as she could remember. She had a small stash of them that she played with when she could. Her 12th birthday was coming up, and you bet she’d make sure there were plenty of balloons there.
Her parents had gone out to run some errands with her siblings, which, since it was close to her birthday, was basically code for ‘present shopping.’ It was a cool Saturday morning, which meant Jamie was still in her pajamas. So, there she was, inflating one of her beloved balloons, a really pretty blue one, in her room. She half knotted it and batted it in the air for a little while. Eventually, she sat on it and started blowing up a second one. This one was red. When she got it to the desired size, she half knotted it as well. She bounced a little bit on the one under her butt and hugged the one she was holding. Eventually going down and supporting her weight on both balloons on her stomach and crotch. ‘Cuddling them.’ As she called it. This was just fun, and she kept it up for a little while. It just felt warm and comfy to her.
And then, she heard the car pull up in the driveway. She sighed, because she knew her fun had to come to an end. For now. She pulled the lip of both balloons out of their respective knots before stowing them safely in her underwear drawer.
Next Time: Shopping for party supplies at Walmart
Chapter 1: Playtime
Jamie was a pretty normal girl tweenage girl. She had two parents who were happily married, an older brother, and a younger sister. She was doing well in school, was involved in several extracurricular activities, and was generally very happy and outgoing.
She also LOVED balloons. A lot. They were her favorite toy, bar none. She loved almost everything about them. The colors, the bounciness, the squishiness, how they expanded... She could live without the pop, but it was a risk worth taking. She almost always had them in her room when she was younger, but as she got older, they were generally around less. She had loved playing with them for as long as she could remember. She had a small stash of them that she played with when she could. Her 12th birthday was coming up, and you bet she’d make sure there were plenty of balloons there.
Her parents had gone out to run some errands with her siblings, which, since it was close to her birthday, was basically code for ‘present shopping.’ It was a cool Saturday morning, which meant Jamie was still in her pajamas. So, there she was, inflating one of her beloved balloons, a really pretty blue one, in her room. She half knotted it and batted it in the air for a little while. Eventually, she sat on it and started blowing up a second one. This one was red. When she got it to the desired size, she half knotted it as well. She bounced a little bit on the one under her butt and hugged the one she was holding. Eventually going down and supporting her weight on both balloons on her stomach and crotch. ‘Cuddling them.’ As she called it. This was just fun, and she kept it up for a little while. It just felt warm and comfy to her.
And then, she heard the car pull up in the driveway. She sighed, because she knew her fun had to come to an end. For now. She pulled the lip of both balloons out of their respective knots before stowing them safely in her underwear drawer.
Next Time: Shopping for party supplies at Walmart
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