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Greg walked down the street, lost in thought about his long-standing fetish about balloons. Big ones. He reminisced about the “play time sessions” he’d had, humping the balloons until he busted all over them. Sometimes they burst from his humping but usually they didn’t, and he could play with them again. He rarely popped balloons just to pop them.
Greg saw, out of the corner of his eye, a small antique shop he didn’t remember from before. In the window was a box of large balloons labeled with a small, handwritten sign: “MAGIC BALLOONS”. Intrigued, Greg went inside. As he walked into the store, he thought he heard a mysterious whisper of his name being called, as if by the wind, in the still air of the shop. The shop was packed, floor to ceiling with antiques of all kinds, from all over the world; some seeming other worldly.
An elderly man greeted Greg, “Welcome, Greg! We know why you’re here and, we’ve been waiting for you!”
Greg was shocked, as he didn’t know why he was there. “You do?” he replied.
“Of course,” said the man, “you’re a looner and you’ve come to buy balloons.”
“But, I only saw the sign just now and this is an antiques shop. I wasn’t planning—wait, how did you know I’m a looner, and you said, ‘we’?” Greg protested.
“Yes,” said the man, “we. The balloons heard you thinking about your last balloon session and they told me you were coming in. They knew you were the right one for them. They want you.”
“Who does?” Greg asked, puzzled. “Why, the balloons of course!” answered the man. “What?” asked Greg, “How?”
The man continued, “The balloons are magic. They can hear your thoughts. They have feelings and desires like you do. They want you. Go back to the display window and bring me the box of the balloons. You’ll understand.”
Greg did as he was instructed and, as soon as he lifted the box, he heard many seductive voices whisper his name excitedly. He brought the box to the counter and the man quoted him a price for the nine balloons in the box. Greg raised his eyebrows at the price but agreed to it when the man told him how special they were. “These balloons have been looking for a lover; you will meet their needs spectacularly,” said the man.
Greg rushed home with his joyful box of balloons under his arm. In his mind, he could hear them giggling and whispering to one another. Once arriving home, he tore off his coat and rushed into his bedroom. He undressed in a flash and looked into the box. The balloons began to whisper to him in his mind, telling him how handsome he was. One nozzle was pointing up, so he took that crystal emerald one out of the box to inflate it. “Take me! Take me!” it said.
“Touch your lips to mine, lover. Inflate me. Bring me to life.” the balloon begged. Greg began inflating it as its feminine voice seductively purred to him in his mind, “Yesss, darling, that’s it. Make me grow full and round. Bigger and bigger. I am meant to get big.” Greg began blowing up the balloon for all he was worth.
Soon, the balloon reached 26 inches in diameter. “Okay, that’s enough for now.. Let’s have some fun.” she sighed to him. Greg was struck by how beautiful she was, emerald light shining through her.
He put her on the bed, lubed himself and climbed atop his balloon lover. He began to hump her gently at first and then more forcefully as she sighed, “Harder! I can take it! I’m not gonna pop!” Greg began humping for all he was worth.
After an intense 15 minutes, Greg felt a familiar tingle start in his groin. He cried out, “I’m gonna cum!” The balloon answered him, “Go ahead, darling, give it to me.” Greg climaxed. It was the most powerful one he’d ever had.
Greg was shaking and gasping when he climbed off the balloon. He looked at it and it was absorbing his emission, growing cloudy, then crystal clear again.
“Mmmmm. That was heavenly. You’re so strong. I can’t wait for you to love me again,” the balloon sighed contentedly. Dumbfounded, Greg responded, “That was the best balloon orgasm I ever had. Thank you. Did you orgasm, too?”
“No, my darling, my kind only orgasms when we burst. When I do, with you, it will be unforgettable,” she said. Greg looked at her horrified but was secretly aroused by this revelation. “Yes, I will be gone from you when I burst but after you love me enough, I will surprise you when I burst. You will have the best orgasm ever and will be content with the outcome,” she said mysteriously. “So, let us enjoy ourselves and I will reveal to you when I am ready to burst. You will climax, too. Inflate me further and see how big I can get.”
Greg blew and blew, and his balloon lover grew ever larger. When she was about 47 inches in diameter, she told him to stop. “Let’s make love again, darling, and don’t hold back. I can take it. I won’t burst yet. I’m not even close,” she sighed. Greg climbed on the balloon and began again.
“That’s it! Right there, darling! Keep going!” she encouraged. Greg soon came all over the balloon, more than he had before. “I’ve never shot so much before. Am I a bit bigger?” Greg wondered. “Yes,” she answered, “you have grown. When my kind grows bigger with a lover, our lovers grow as well and become more potent. I have absorbed your loads and now I must rest. Deflate me and love my sisters.” Greg asked her name and she sighed, “Daphne,” as she deflated.
Greg walked down the street, lost in thought about his long-standing fetish about balloons. Big ones. He reminisced about the “play time sessions” he’d had, humping the balloons until he busted all over them. Sometimes they burst from his humping but usually they didn’t, and he could play with them again. He rarely popped balloons just to pop them.
Greg saw, out of the corner of his eye, a small antique shop he didn’t remember from before. In the window was a box of large balloons labeled with a small, handwritten sign: “MAGIC BALLOONS”. Intrigued, Greg went inside. As he walked into the store, he thought he heard a mysterious whisper of his name being called, as if by the wind, in the still air of the shop. The shop was packed, floor to ceiling with antiques of all kinds, from all over the world; some seeming other worldly.
An elderly man greeted Greg, “Welcome, Greg! We know why you’re here and, we’ve been waiting for you!”
Greg was shocked, as he didn’t know why he was there. “You do?” he replied.
“Of course,” said the man, “you’re a looner and you’ve come to buy balloons.”
“But, I only saw the sign just now and this is an antiques shop. I wasn’t planning—wait, how did you know I’m a looner, and you said, ‘we’?” Greg protested.
“Yes,” said the man, “we. The balloons heard you thinking about your last balloon session and they told me you were coming in. They knew you were the right one for them. They want you.”
“Who does?” Greg asked, puzzled. “Why, the balloons of course!” answered the man. “What?” asked Greg, “How?”
The man continued, “The balloons are magic. They can hear your thoughts. They have feelings and desires like you do. They want you. Go back to the display window and bring me the box of the balloons. You’ll understand.”
Greg did as he was instructed and, as soon as he lifted the box, he heard many seductive voices whisper his name excitedly. He brought the box to the counter and the man quoted him a price for the nine balloons in the box. Greg raised his eyebrows at the price but agreed to it when the man told him how special they were. “These balloons have been looking for a lover; you will meet their needs spectacularly,” said the man.
Greg rushed home with his joyful box of balloons under his arm. In his mind, he could hear them giggling and whispering to one another. Once arriving home, he tore off his coat and rushed into his bedroom. He undressed in a flash and looked into the box. The balloons began to whisper to him in his mind, telling him how handsome he was. One nozzle was pointing up, so he took that crystal emerald one out of the box to inflate it. “Take me! Take me!” it said.
“Touch your lips to mine, lover. Inflate me. Bring me to life.” the balloon begged. Greg began inflating it as its feminine voice seductively purred to him in his mind, “Yesss, darling, that’s it. Make me grow full and round. Bigger and bigger. I am meant to get big.” Greg began blowing up the balloon for all he was worth.
Soon, the balloon reached 26 inches in diameter. “Okay, that’s enough for now.. Let’s have some fun.” she sighed to him. Greg was struck by how beautiful she was, emerald light shining through her.
He put her on the bed, lubed himself and climbed atop his balloon lover. He began to hump her gently at first and then more forcefully as she sighed, “Harder! I can take it! I’m not gonna pop!” Greg began humping for all he was worth.
After an intense 15 minutes, Greg felt a familiar tingle start in his groin. He cried out, “I’m gonna cum!” The balloon answered him, “Go ahead, darling, give it to me.” Greg climaxed. It was the most powerful one he’d ever had.
Greg was shaking and gasping when he climbed off the balloon. He looked at it and it was absorbing his emission, growing cloudy, then crystal clear again.
“Mmmmm. That was heavenly. You’re so strong. I can’t wait for you to love me again,” the balloon sighed contentedly. Dumbfounded, Greg responded, “That was the best balloon orgasm I ever had. Thank you. Did you orgasm, too?”
“No, my darling, my kind only orgasms when we burst. When I do, with you, it will be unforgettable,” she said. Greg looked at her horrified but was secretly aroused by this revelation. “Yes, I will be gone from you when I burst but after you love me enough, I will surprise you when I burst. You will have the best orgasm ever and will be content with the outcome,” she said mysteriously. “So, let us enjoy ourselves and I will reveal to you when I am ready to burst. You will climax, too. Inflate me further and see how big I can get.”
Greg blew and blew, and his balloon lover grew ever larger. When she was about 47 inches in diameter, she told him to stop. “Let’s make love again, darling, and don’t hold back. I can take it. I won’t burst yet. I’m not even close,” she sighed. Greg climbed on the balloon and began again.
“That’s it! Right there, darling! Keep going!” she encouraged. Greg soon came all over the balloon, more than he had before. “I’ve never shot so much before. Am I a bit bigger?” Greg wondered. “Yes,” she answered, “you have grown. When my kind grows bigger with a lover, our lovers grow as well and become more potent. I have absorbed your loads and now I must rest. Deflate me and love my sisters.” Greg asked her name and she sighed, “Daphne,” as she deflated.
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