ON THE AIR with Kimber - a Blowgirls serial

[ChillinHaze]

Again, couldn't really get much out of the super heroine stuff but I loved the game girls cosplay! ^^
Also, the girls are getting quite inventive with their balloons and inflatables.

[Harley]

EPISODE 65

February had arrived and that meant another birthday video. Kriss had decided to go the easy way and score a sensual, romantic version of the song for saxophone and french horn, naturally choosing red balloons as well. So that was it for her and Lexi, as they went with dresses to match for simplicity. Kim decided to be less obvious and went for an ice blue pantsuit with silver embroideries over a white top - sort of inverting her style from the Christmas concert, once again foregoing the standard accessory. I was happy to see she could leave it out even on special occasions. A white balloon also fit the wintery season and much more wasn’t needed for that.
The next couple of episodes were trivia-filled and casual, Kimber sporting an everyday look for them both. Although she did put on a somewhat extravagant pink dress for the next installment of ’Fffair Play’. I picked out a winner and spun the wheel, leaving Kim to retrieve and inflate the yellow mouse balloon chance had selected. I have to say she filled it stupidly much under the circumstances, and during the each and every breath she blew in to stretch the neck all the way I was only waiting for the pop. Amazingly, it kept together, and what she held up for the camera looked very impressive indeed. No loon of that shape should bulge so dangerously, and the tight cylinder sticking out of the bottom looked really out of place. Couldn’t blame her for wanting to show off her inflation skills, but it was a gamble. I crossed my fingers as she signed it, because even if the marker was dull it still had a somewhat pointy tip. But nothing, expected or not, happened and Kim complacently let the air back out. I did admonish her after the camera had stopped rolling, though.
“When it stops on a special one you might wanna be careful. The winner might have set his heart on it.”
“We’ll just reshoot and no one will know”, she shrugged.
Fair point, but it would still be a waste of both latex and efforts. I left it at that because we had better things to do than argue.

I have to say she didn’t waste any of the effort going into her next special. As Kriss was halfway through her stint at Caporal High it had been agreed Kim would visit her on location and do a segment on the project, talking a bit about the school as well while she was at it. My wife had discovered the institution actually had some merchandise, or at least a number of objects with the school’s logotype printed on. She’d procured a tie for herself, the words and the tiny medallions surrounding them standing out in bright gold against the burgundy material. It would suit her perfectly for the shoot, but of course one of those wouldn’t do for Kim.
“No bows, I’m afraid”, Kriss told her. “But plenty balloons! They use them for all kinds of events.”
Those were also in the school colors, although white ones were available too. Not the most interesting loons I’d seen, but I suppose they served their purpose.
Kimber wasn’t about to let the lack of local options get in her way and had managed to find new neckwear on her own, a plain self-tie with gilt edges. The hue was a close enough match, and a deep red blazer made the ensemble seem like some kind of uniform. There’d be no complaints about the look, at least not from Lex who made certain it fit just right before reluctantly waving goodbye.
I was brought along to handle the camera, of course, but felt a bit out of place among an absolute majority of teens. There were a lot of eyes on us and I did my best to ignore them, instead focusing on Kimber who got the lion’s share of attention anyway. An ordinary presenter might have skipped the balloons, or at least filled them with helium and carried them on a string. Kim began with blowing three of them up - two red, one white - and fixing them to a holder on a long, plastic stick. It was done very quickly and professionally and wouldn’t be part of the actual episode, but I filmed it nonetheless since I figured she’d go right into the report. Which she did. Starting out in front of the main building Kim gave a quick rundown of the purpose of our visit, then talked about the school’s history in general. I’d cribbed all the facts from their official materials and suggest you do the same, but being on location gave us an opportunity to visualize some of them a bit better.
Kim spoke about various parts of the institution and was just rattling off some statistics regarding the sports arena when a sudden PAFF interrupted her - the sound of a balloon popping outdoors reverberating against the nearby walls. For whatever reason her white loon had burst and most of it was drooping pathetically from the holder.
Kim lowered the whole thing, removed the torn latex and fished around in her pocket for a fresh one. Without missing a beat she blew it up to the proper size, tied it off and attached the knot to where its departed twin had just been, making sure to turn the print the right way.
Her total ignorance of the surroundings despite knowing the possible effects on onlookers caused me to feel something unexpected. Arousal. I realized we’d spent so much time playing with the fetish angle that balloons had become firmly associated with sex in my mind, and watching my lover nonchalantly inflating one in public now made me react as if I’d walked in on her jilling off. The sudden thrill scared me for a moment before I could start properly enjoying it, but once I did a smile crept over my face. This had possibilities.
Kim didn’t notice and simply redid that segment from the start and I kept mum as we moved on to the next spot. We did some retakes in various places since the wind and other factors played merry hell with the sound, but it would have to do.
Having covered all the basic faculty facts we conducted a few interviews with students, asking their thoughts of the school and their favorite things about it. Overall the girls did better than the boys, who weren’t always acting natural and at ease in the face of a lady looking so good and smelling so nice as Kimber, The shots of the ones trying to be cool were unusable, though we did manage to get enough material for equal representation.
Eventually we made it to the auditorium assigned to Kriss and her group and spent more than an hour covering the proceedings, talking to both her and the regular music teacher before moving on to the actual participants. Their impressions of Kriss were flattering, even if a couple did confirm she sometimes assumes everyone knows what’s obvious to her. In her defense she’ll always apologize and explain if you call her out, but that might not be so easy for a shy high schooler.
We’d lugged Kim’s instrument along so she could exchange some thoughts with her fellow saxophonists and even play alongside them a little, and she also got to try out a mellophone for the first time. Being the marching band version of the french horn she did pick up the basics at once, and I was reminded of how I at one point or other had made her attempt to blow most of the other band instruments back at the theater. And what a good sport she’d been about it. And how unknowingly I’d been in lust. I was a bit more aware these days.
Anyway, it wasn’t a secret the group was rehearsing for a concert and we made sure the relevant details got included in the coverage before wrapping up the shoot and bidding the assembly adieu. Kim seemed pleased enough with our work and knowingly or not left her balloon stick behind as we walked out. It would just be in the way from there on.
When we got to the car I removed her tie and unbuttoned her shirt enough to kiss the fragrant skin beneath before pulling her close.
“Kimber, Kimmilly, Kimmy-coo. I’m starting to regret agreeing to the signature look thingy because I love seeing you in everything.”
Having watched the multitude of styles on the students made me yearn for Kim to model them all. She smiled in reply.
“I can dial it down, boss, but a deal’s a deal.”
“And speaking of loving to see, there’s something more…”
I told her what I’d just discovered about myself and her joy was a sight to behold. I could sense her processing how to best make use of these new facts. Still, it felt right having Kim be the first to know, because I knew she could handle it responsibly. Kriss would go completely overboard, unless she heard it second-hand and maybe got some coaching as well. Might be a nice way for Kimmy to pay her back for the sax lessons. I decided to confide in Lexi myself, though. I was certain she’d love that.
“How about slipping into jeans and a cardigan back home? So I can feel up and fondle and press my hips against your ass while you blow the rest of those balloons. Blow them all up until they pop.”
“Sounds like a fair trade”, she purred. “Long as it ends with a fuck.”
“Of course. Or a suck. Anything you want.”
“Both, then. And whatever else comes to mind.”
We were naturally intercepted by Lex before we got that far, but bringing her into the scheme only made it better.

There was a slight change of plans regarding content as well. As I wrote earlier, Lou was curious what people would say about her appearance, and there certainly were a few voices to be heard. She could read most of the flattery herself in the open comments, but one thing had to be conveyed in person. She seemed pretty surprised when I rang the doorbell at the Hewitt residence.
“For me?” she asked.
“Yup”, I said, indicating the note attached to the bouquet.
It read ’Your husband is a lucky man’ and was signed by ’An admirer’.
Said admirer had mailed us a check along with a note asking if we could get the guest performer some flowers courtesy of him, and include the lines quoted above. I was happy to comply, mostly to see how Lou would react. The huge smile was a sign it hadn’t been entirely in vain.
“Oh, my!” she exclaimed, fanning herself. “I’ll be... Hadn’t counted on this.”
“Welcome to the world of entertainment.”
Louise was no stranger to it, of course, but had mainly worked behind the scenes. She was practically basking in the unexpected attention.
“Should I send him a thank-you note? Or a video reply?”
I could have supported either of those suggestions or said it wouldn’t be necessary, but took a third option instead.
“If you want to grace him with more of your screen presence you could make an actual tutorial. I mean in the main show. Bet a lot of ladies would appreciate it for Valentine’s. And their men.”
Mrs. Hewitt gave it some thought. “That sounds interesting. And tempting. But about what?”
“A simple but striking look, perhaps? Something with the best skill level to effect ratio?”
Lou nodded. “I think I can manage that.”
We agreed to shoot it that Saturday afternoon as she’d make her man take her out straight afterwards. On that note I sated my curiosity about her earlier after-work experience.
“Had hubby finished his chores?”
“Every last one. Even changed the sheets, which came in handy.”
“Good on you.”
“Indeed.”

I notified the others and Kim was actually thrilled with playing second fiddle for the date. Probably knew she’d have a hard time topping last year’s incarnation. Doing just the start and finish would suit her fine, especially since Lou would fix her up for it. So at the appointed hour we’d prepared a table for our guest in front of the plain wall, and placing her own paraphernalia on it she set about giving Kimber a neat paint job. Simple but striking as agreed, just like the black dress the regular presenter wore for the occasion. She made a general introduction from the usual spot.
“If you want to learn how to achieve this look yourself, keep watching and our makeup expert will teach you. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Mrs. Louise Hewitt.”
Lou had bravely removed just about all make-up for the shoot and was almost looking her age. She too was wearing a black dress, but of a more conservative cut which counterintuitively helped at least her chest appear younger. That, along with her neatly styled hair, made the face seem even more nondescript although that was about to change. She briefly mentioned what she was about to do and showed what would be needed to follow along, holding up every item in turn and listing acceptable substitutes.
Here Kim readjusted the camera position to capture a closeup, and stood back to let the professional work. I’ll leave it to your imagination - a blow-by-blow account would make for a boring read. On that note, there was very little blowing involved apart from Lou removing excess powder from a brush. I’d seen her do it several times before so that wasn’t an addition for the benefit of the show. Her finish was, though. After explaining every step and arriving at the intended appearance Louise put her implements aside and asked for a wider shot as she had some extra advice to dispense. I was curious if she was about to impart what she’d told us the last time, but realized that wouldn’t need a change of view. Besides, she was fiddling with the suitcase that had held the rest of her props so I simply complied while waiting for her to get ready. It did not take long.
“Of course, you should always match your outfit to the occasion as well. As they say, ’When in Rome’. And when ’On the Air’ I thought this would be suitable.”
Lou brought a hanger into view and removed a jacket from it, slipping it on over her dress. It was an excellent fit and the blue-gray shine of the very wide satin lapels contrasted nicely with the pitch-black fabric. Just the type of garment you’d picture a mature lady would wear with style, and Lou did indeed. As we hadn’t rehearsed I was a bit surprised when she took her New Year’s bow tie from a pocket and swiftly hooked it around her neck, then produced something red and floppy that was summarily dropped onto the table. It was a bundle of three heart balloons, and before you knew it Mrs. Hewitt had daintily picked one up and begun to inflate it. It was done with such confidence and lack of effort I wondered if she’d used up the rest of the bag practicing. Her lower cheeks kept puffing out into taut hemispheres, parts of a face grown soft with age repeatedly blown back up to full firmness. It made for an awesome contrast and I wondered how Kriss was going to look when her time came. Hopefully at least that cool.
Lou pinched the fully-formed heart shut and transferred it to her left hand, repeating the process twice until she had a small bouquet of air-filled latex. She wiggled the hand holding it a little and smiled.
“There! That’s all I had to show you today. Hope you’ll have a wonderful Valentine’s!”
She playfully blew the viewers a kiss, more polite than seductive, and I stopped the recording. Now that there was something to comment on I turned the camera back to Kim, who hadn’t changed one bit.
“Thank you, Lou. There you have it, folks, and remember you can pick any accessories you like. Balloons might not be the best choice everywhere, but they sure fit in right here!”
I half expected her to blow one up herself, but she didn’t, letting the guest star remain the main event. She did echo her parting sentiment, but for once Kimber was a bit player in her own show. There might be some protests but shaking up the format couldn’t hurt once in a while.
Mrs. Hewitt deflated her loons and set them aside, instead bringing out some extra stuff to touch up her warpaint. She didn’t seem to do much but still changed it from simple and striking to stylish and striking, a little touch of class turning the ’date’ look to ’special date’. I gave her a wry grin.
“Your admirer was right. Your hubby is a lucky man.”
“Thank you. So you like it?”
“If we were both single I’d ask you out myself.”
“If we were and I was twenty years younger I might take you up on it. Never swung that way but you girls make it seem an option.”
That would’ve been a good answer for ’Truth or Dare’, which briefly made me wish we’d been playing that game and she’d picked the other. Because I’d dared her to “Make out with Kriss for two minutes” and been done before the time was up.
Maybe just as well she couldn’t read my mind. Instead she toyed with her decommissioned balloons, wondering out loud what to do with them. As we were waiting for her to be picked up for a dinner date, Kriss had a suggestion.
“Blow one up while waiting for your order and put it on the table.”
Lou chuckled. “Won’t risk disturbing the other patrons.”
“Well then, write a suggestion on it to show when you get home.”
The stylist appeared to have an idea and asked for a marker before reinflating one of her loons and scribbling something on it. I couldn’t see the letters but from the movements I’d be willing to bet the first word was ’Wanna’. She let the air back out and stuck it in her other pocket to single it out, and I had a feeling the lucky man was about to get lucky as well. But that’s frankly the point of going out on a Saturday night.
It wasn’t too long before Harry Hewitt came along to spirit his wife away. He was fit for his age and if Lou had him dye his hair and beard it wasn’t evident. Both were so neatly trimmed the color was secondary, and the angular face and sharp nose gave him a somewhat rugged look. The dark blue suit was maybe a tad too loose over his lanky body, but overall he was a fine specimen no one should be ashamed to be seen with. Lou certainly wasn’t, and the smile that crossed his face on noticing how much she’d dolled herself up wasn’t diminished by being greeted with a kiss. He held out her coat while asking us if she’d behaved.
“No more than expected, thank god”, I said.
“I’ve been good”, Lou grinned and we agreed.
Parting words were exchanged and Kim asked Harry where they’d be going. He said it was a surprise and Kriss told him that wherever they went, just send her the bill. He didn’t quite know how to reply until Lou told him it was her fee, but then he smiled and said in that case he would. Then they set off arm in arm and with any luck their meal would be at least as good as ours turned out.
Straight after dinner Kriss excused herself with something about homework and needing Lexi’s help. That was all right with me and Kim, as it gave us time to prepare and shoot a Valentine’s ep of our little gameshow. Although my only concession to the upcoming date was putting on the heart-patterned tie Kriss likes to play with. Kim stayed in her little black dress and was awarded a white heart with red print to prepare from the pool of themed balloons we used for the occasion. She began to blow it up as stately and demonstratively as always, but three-quarters through it popped right in her face. Not Kimmy’s fault, but still disappointing. And funny. I decided to run with it.
“Busted!” I said. “Let’s try again.”
I gave the wheel another whirl and this time it landed on a pink eighteen-incher with lots of dark red hearts printed all over, plus the words ’I LOVE YOU’. It was a pretty loon - and pretty big - which I hoped wouldn’t go the way of its predecessor. Kimber’s steady, measured breaths swiftly filled it up to the proper size and while she naturally inflated the neck as well it was just on general principle - she stopped at least a quarter of an inch from the critical point. Tease that she is Kim couldn’t resist placing the signature just below the official letters, and I called for an applause to signal it was time to deflate the prize and wave goodbye.
The blonde presenter was still standing next to the wheel when I returned from turning off the camera. She sighed.
“Know how tempting it was to write your name instead of ’air_force_2’?”
Before I could reply she took a cue from my wife, grabbed my tie and yanked me close, her pleading gaze clashing with the sudden assertiveness.
“Make me a heart?”
I smiled and picked out a red one of the standard size, brought it to my lips and inflated it as coyly as I could. I made it just the right size, tied it off and handed it to Kim as I leaned in to plant a soft kiss next to her ear.
“I wanna blow a hundred of these and make love to you in the middle of them all”, I whispered. “Until you… pop.”
Then I took her to the bedroom and did just that. I too can plan grand gestures.

The best part was I could reuse it with both Lex and Kriss, topping up the supply by about a dozen loons each just for them as a bit of breakage was inevitable. They loved it just as much as Kim had, especially my dear wife who took the opportunity to make a request for the 14th.
“It’s high time we make some porn, don’t you think?”
I did. “On Valentine’s? I thought sweeter stuff was traditional.”
“We could do soft hardcore. Or sweet, maybe.”
”Mmm. Sounds just about right.”
Kriss actually had an idea for that, drawing a bit on her own experiences. She had created my inflatable likeness out of longing, and often dreamed of how nice it would be if it came to life. Expanding on that would probably be fun, so we brought the doll up from the Fun-geon and I made sure to take Milly Two (Kriss’ copy) along to make sure she knew what her mate was up to.
We didn’t make many more preparations than tidying up around the bed a bit. Then I filmed Kriss getting ready for the night, taking off her clothes and slipping into a rather plain but comfortable teddy. She pulled an innocent-looking suitcase out from under the bed and carefully took out her inflatable friend. As the plastic lady unfolded you could see it was dressed in a gray tee and loose boxers, cozy sleepwear pretty far removed from sexy lingerie. My wife lifted the fabric enough to locate the valve on the back and began to blow into it with strong, gentle breaths, making the doll puff out and take shape as it grew into a rigid pose. There was such a tenderness to the inflation I got all warm inside remembering that she’d done this for real thinking of me and was probably channeling what she’d felt back then.
She finished blowing up her co-star, put the stopper in and let the garment fall back into place, then kissed the sculpted lips and cuddled up against the mannequin.
“You’re such nice company, Sindy. I wish you were real.”
I switched to a wider shot and went in to take the doll’s place. Then we simply improvised around what we’d spoken about, and I think it’s better if I describe what was captured on camera since I was kinda caught up in character at the time.
The beautiful blonde was taken aback with being kissed on the cheek by what should have been an inanimate object. “I can be for you now, if you want.”
“Wh-what? How?!”
Sindy put a finger on her lips. “Shh, mistress, don’t be afraid. Tonight’s the hundredth time you’ve blown me up with your own breath...and you’ve never taken advantage of me. That makes me your own living doll, at least until midnight.”
“What happens then?”
“I’ll lose my air and become just a toy again. But the next time you inflate me I might come alive once more.”
A perplexed look played over her features. “Only once?”
“It depends on how much you want it.”
There was a fair imitation of someone trying to process a dream come true. “I can’t believe this is happening. I’ve wanted it so much…”
“I know, mistress. Me too.”
“My name’s Lana.”
Sindy smiled apologetically. “You are my owner so I have to call you that. Hope you don’t mind, mistress.”
“You can call me anything”, Lana assured. “I guess I do own you but I just wanted someone to sleep with. I’m no good with people.”
“But you’re very good with dolls. This doll, at least. And thanks for giving me a name. I love it.”
“You’re welcome, Sindy. Gods, it feels so good to be near you! You’re so warm and firm…”
Lana tenderly caressed the body she’d unknowingly breathed life into, marveling at the feel and warmth. Sindy fairly purred at the treatment and shyly reciprocated.
“So are you...” She ran a hand over her tee. “I love that you put this on me.”
Her mistress kept stroking as she replied. “To prove I didn’t want a sex doll.”
“But it really has to go now. Because I want to be your sex doll.” She pulled at the ill-fitting garments. “Want to be taken by the best mistress in the world.”
“Oh, Sindy…You sure?”
Her companion smiled. “Of course. I love the way you blow me. Love the way you hold me. Love every little thing you’ve whispered…”
Lana pulled back just a bit. “I’ve never done this before”, she confided.
“Me neither. Let’s learn together…”
With that she swiftly stripped, revealing nipples that were already stiff and waiting. She looked at them in surprise.
“Wow, these are new.”
Lana wasted little time putting them to the test, wrapping her lips around one and starting to suck.
“Ooh, mistress…!”
Sindy kept singing that tune as they explored each other’s bodies, finding even more exciting parts along the way to touch and kiss and lick. As Lana grew bolder she suddenly caught herself and paused.
“Can you pop?”
“Not like this”, Sindy promised. “I might burst when I’m full of air - that’s another reason I’m glad you’ve been so gentle.”
Lana caressed her face. “What else could I be?”
“You could be a little less careful tonight. I won’t break.”
While the plaything took a more passive part at first she soon grew eager to pay her mistress back in kind and the way they went at it was a sight to behold. I enjoyed acting it out as well. It was an amazing thrill to rediscover that most familiar of bodies as if for the first time and take the chance to thoroughly appreciate it. Kriss-as-Lana got into character something fierce too, playing clueless and innocent to a level I hadn’t thought possible, and her love doll blowing into her ass in an attempt to return the nightly favor turned out more cute and romantic than laughable or gross. We managed to come across as playful and affectionate and since it hadn’t felt the least bit awkward it didn’t look it either.
Eventually Sindy lay on her back and threw her legs wide.
“Come here, mistress! Just this once, let me be your fuck doll…”
She got her wish, and as the blonde got on top and began to thrust and grind the doll pushed back as best she could, wanting to please at any cost. After all that buildup it didn’t take Lana long to give up a yell and come and keep coming, not letting up for moment though the spasms threw off her rhythm. Sindy was astonished at her not stopping.
“Your turn…” was the only reply.
“Oh, wonderful, wonderful mistress!”
By now they were completely entwined and Sindy sunk her teeth into Lana’s shoulder to keep from screaming. But it didn’t help and after the noise died down she relaxed so thoroughly you’d think she’d already started to deflate.
Watching it all I had a fleeting thought of an alternate ending where the doll popped instead of climaxing, the whole thing having been in Lana’s head. But that was far too artsy and I much, much preferred to see them kiss and cuddle the way they did.
“That was the best thing ever. Thanks for letting me feel it. Thanks for being my mistress.”
There was an air of finality to Sindy’s words, a goodbye in disguise.
“Can’t you stay like this?” Lana pleaded.
Sindy shook her head sadly. “Not unless you blow me up a hundred nights in a row and make me come every time. But that’ll never happen. People tire of their toys.”
Her owner tried to protest but was cut off. “I’ll still be the happiest doll in the world if you just do it now and then for fun.”
“I’ll make you so happy, Sindy.”
Her companion snuggled closer against her chest. “Hope I make you happy too. I love you, mistress.”
The picture faded out as they drifted off to sleep, and in the darkness there was the unmistakable sound of air rushing out of something, the PSHHH of a sudden deflation. Then silence, and light returning to show Kriss waking up still holding her now flattened doll. She looked at it in bewilderment, then touched the fading indentures at the base of her neck and smiled.
“See you tonight.”

Kriss turned off the clip. “Aww. That was so nice, Chel.”
I agreed. “Loved doing porn with you. But the night’s not over and poor Silly’s out of commission.”
I grabbed the doll and began blowing her back into shape, telling Kriss to fill up her twin as well.
“Make her really tight so they can have great, bouncy sex.”
We both slightly overinflated our mannequins, posed them in an embrace and stashed them away in the closet for some privacy.
“Any particular reason for that?” Kriss asked.
“Because I feel like bouncing on you for a bit. Up for it?”
“Bring it, doll.”

Having restored the balance we lay holding each other, my finger tracing idle circles over my wife’s skin.
“By the way, it felt kinda good calling you mistress. Wouldn’t mind doing it off camera some time. And maybe be bossed around a bit.”
“As long as it’s just for fun.”
“Of course. Make-believe is fun. And even more fun when it feels real.”
Kriss made that face she always does when considering possibilities.
“I’m game”, she said. “Long as you promise to remember I love you more than my own life.”
I nodded. “Yes, mistress.”
“We haven’t started yet.”
For some reason her chuckle was slightly unnerving. So much the better.

The next morning we served up some X-rated entertainment right after breakfast. Alex and Kim set off for a private viewing and were all smiles when they returned.
“Gotta love porn with plot”, Kim said. “When it works that well.”
Lex was of a similar opinion. “That lady sure took good care of her toy. I loved the way she filled her up and the rest was even better…”
“Oh yeah”, Kim agreed. “Shame it had to end like that. Would be so cute with a montage of her blowing Sindy up again and again for dates in different outfits.”
“For sure”, Lexi sighed wistfully, “To really show them falling in love.”
I hadn’t thought of it before but it was so obvious. Of course Lana would want to do more with Sindy than just fuck, and she would get her loads and loads of nice clothes to start her life with a full wardrobe. I pictured a series of snippets - no longer than a second or two - with talking and cuddling and kissing, candlelight dinners, shared showers, reading together and generally being adorable, mixed with shots of them both in the throes of naked passion, having eager, wanton sex in various ways and places - all intercut with shots of Lana reinflating her lover time after time after time.
“It has to work out, though”, Lex went on.
“Don’t worry”, Kriss said. “The last scene starts with Lana waking up being called by name by the very real girl her arms.”
Kim grinned. “And then Sindy pulls the plug on her and folds her away.”
Lexi smacked her arm. “The hell’s wrong with you?”
“Just kidding!” her wife laughed. “But the lovemaking would be too epic to film.”
“Yep”, Kriss nodded. “They’d be at it all day.”
I found myself going along with the narrative. “And nearing midnight Lana would be sick with worry over Sindy going flat again.”
“And when she doesn’t… Cue round two”, Kriss finished.
“That’d be a great movie”, Lex said. “Better than most porn I’ve seen.”
My wife grinned. “Maybe we should shoot the rest too.”
I put the foot down. “Sorry, but if we did it would be too damn tempting to share and that’d sink your other career.”
“Sell the script, then”, Kim suggested.
The idea actually had some merit, but I decided to pass for the moment. We did indulge in some fantasy casting, though, catching up on current porn stars in the process. It was an inspiring hour, and even if we didn’t reach any clear agreement we learned a few new things to try. And did pretty much at once.

Later that day Kriss burst into laughter over an e-mail she’d just received. She said I’d better read it myself, so I went over for a look.
’Hello! I’m Kyle, Jessies boyfriend. She told me to write and say thanks to the nice lady, so thanks. Really.’
And that was it apart from the best regards and signature bit, but more wasn’t needed. I could understand if he didn’t want to say anything else.
“Seems the shipping didn’t take too long”, Kriss grinned.
“Seems someone had a fun Valentine’s”, I said.
“Hope it was as good as ours.”
“Tall order, but yeah.”
We’d brightened the occasion for others as well. There was a surprising amount of gratitude for the makeup tips, and I’d messaged Mrs. Hewitt’s admirer they had been a direct result of his flowers. He was pleased as punch.
As for Lou herself, she let us know Harry had been so impressed with her balloon trick he hadn’t even bothered with undressing. She told me she wouldn’t have said anything about that if it hadn’t been the first time in thirty years or so and she was still reeling with delight.
“Maybe I should start taking on clients again. Hadn’t realized how much I’d miss it.”
I wished her luck, agreeing it is nice making a difference for others. Never thought ’On the Air’ would do much in the way of that beyond providing eye candy and some trivia, but it only proves you never know.

[Harley]

EPISODE 66

It was high time to start stockpiling a few eps for Kim’s absence. We already had one by Lex, and the cosplay coverage had Riko eager to show off a few of her own outfits. I said she was welcome to submit a feature on how to actually make them, and she’d promised to have one ready pronto.
There actually was another submission from a former Angel, but this one had evidently been commissioned. Because the delivery wasn’t from Connecticut but a print shop, and addressed to my wife. She beamed with smug anticipation as she brought the box in. Yes, balloon sales had been great lately, and other merch moved just fine, but I personally might have settled for ordering more of the same. Not so with Kriss. She’d had Sam do a brand new illustration in pin-up style line art, and it was remarkably similar to what Kim had said would fit on a dakimakura. Except she wore a belted jacket and skirt in lieu of lingerie, and had the spare hand on her hip instead of holding an empty balloon. Otherwise it was a pretty damn nice likeness of Kimber brandishing a very full loon, which was printed with the same image - sort of what used to be on the Land O’ Lakes packages. Think it’s called the Droste effect. Below the balloon the words ’ON THE AIR’ got a line each, and ’with Kimber’ was written on the opposite side of the lady.
Neat stuff, but the remarkable part was that it was printed on the numerous balloons the package contained, and the actual pen strokes showed the color of the rubber peeking through the white ink. Hence the prevalence of darker hues, and the detail level justified them being sixteen-inchers. Kriss had inflated a black one to capacity before I’d barely had time to process the whole thing, and by the time she finished Kim had started on a deep pink herself. Once it was done we spent some time admiring the results, which were pretty damned impressive.
“Shame they aren’t life-sized”, Kim said.
“Got the next best thing though”, Kriss replied and uncovered a lower layer of bags.
I could tell at a glance that those were twentyfours, and with a gasp Lex lifted a package out, tore it open and pulled out a maroon balloon. She blew it up with something approaching reverence, and the portrait of her spouse grew ever bigger and more bulging with every breath. Before long it had surpassed the ones the blondes were holding and just kept going as Alex forced puff after puff into it. Some thought might have gone into the placement of Kim’s likeness, as its chest was right in the middle of the balloon and therefore expanded the most. Otherwise the proportions were great, if you liked the cartoony style with a slightly oversized head. And with the latex stretched to the limits it was a pretty sizeable image.
Lexi tied a knot in the very full neck and gave the whole thing a big hug. Even if she had the ring to justify that spontaneous reaction, I was certain others would share it.
“Well, you’ve done it”, I told Kriss. “You’ve finally produced sex toys featuring her.”
“There’s no evidence they are!” she said, a tad too hastily. “Looks like advertising to me.”
And to the general public, but we knew. And at this point I didn’t care. Kim wanted to turn people on - in an oh-so-innocent way of course, but still. I could tell she was thrilled by the thought of someone having their way with these loons. There was one more unspoken aspect I felt worth pointing out, though.
“People will pop you, you know.”
“I can live with it”, she said and turned to her wife. “Can you?”
“Yeah, I suppose.”
Kim handed Lexi a pin and crossed her arms. “Prove it.”
After some hesitation, Lex aimed the point straight between the drawing’s breasts and pushed it in. The balloon exploded with a bang and the real Kimber instantly crumpled to the floor, landing in a sprawling heap.
I did what I knew was expected of me, grabbed another balloon and blew it up. As each of my breaths went into the green latex Kim straightened herself out a bit, rising off the floor in timed increments. Eventually I’d filled both her and the loon to the max and resisted an impulse to let the globe go, even if it would be fun to see her whiz around and collapse.
Alex pulled her reinflated mate into an embrace so tight I feared she would burst for real and pulling Kriss along I joined them in a four-way makeout session. Fun for the whole family. Though it wasn’t long before Kim reared her head.
“I wanna make an ad for them!” she exclaimed.
“Somehow I’m not surprised. Right away, I guess?”
“Pretty much.”
“Suppose you're planning to dress like the pic?”
“Why, Cherry”, she gasped in mock surprise, “how on earth did you know?”
How indeed. “Better hop to it then. We’ll set up the cam.”
Kim had indeed hopped as it wasn’t long before she showed up in the studio, having put together a passable copy of the printed outfit - jacket, skirt, tie and heels all in white. She’d painted her lips a bright red and gone heavy on the liner and lashes, turning herself into the equivalent of a real-life drawing which would be quite fitting for the subject. Everything had been moved for a full-bodied display and Kim made it clear she intended to blow up one of the new balloons for the prospective buyers. One of the smaller ones.
“But we should show the other kind too, don’t you think?”
Well, duh.
“Though it would be more of a surprise”, she went on, “if it just appeared in the shoot. It would take a bit too long to fill anyway.”
“Going out on a limb here but I feel you want me to inflate it.”
“Would you?”, Kim said, batting her eyes so charmingly I capitulated without a fight. I picked up a purple twentyfour and began to puff away - I was kinda curious how they would behave in my hands. Quite excellently, as it turned out. The latex was as smooth and sturdy as you could wish for and stretched out evenly with only token resistance. It was a pleasure to blow it full of my breath and watch the cartoon Kimber expand along with it. Some people were going to take even greater pleasure in blowing her up until she burst, but I wasn’t going there at the moment. I merely gave it half a neck and left it at that. Which evidently wasn’t quite enough for the presenter.
“Don’t be stingy with the air, Cherry! Fill it up more!”
Well, if she wanted to clean up the room it was her choice. I blew in as much as the neck could possibly hold, or what seemed like it at least. A tiny clamp had to do for closing it off because no way I was gonna try making a knot in that.
“I’m holding on to this until called for. Bet it’ll just pop if I set it down.”
“Let me fix a backup”, Kriss said and began inflating an identical copy.
Alex did the same and I supposed she just didn’t want to appear shirking. But then she turned to me between deep, hard exhales.
“I’ve got your back too.”
A sweet sentiment, though I hoped the spares wouldn’t be needed. Retakes are such a chore.
The filming started out nice enough, with Kim raising her hand in a smiling greeting.
“Heya! I have something to show you - something brand new!”
She pulled out a blue balloon and brought it to her lips so swiftly you’d have a hard time gauging the size before she’d blown the first breath in. Since she kept blowing with rapid puffs until the rubber globe had reached about the same egg-shape and proportions shown in the print, no one but the most ardent latex experts would be able to tell how far from done it really was. Kimber pinched the neck shut and struck the very pose depicted on the loon, creating yet another layer to the illusion.
“Neat, huh? If you like it you can order some for yourself in the store. And if you’re think I’m full of hot air, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
Then she proceeded to blow up the balloon to its proper dimensions, making the picture more detailed with every breath. It’s easy to forget just how massive a sixteen-incher can appear, and Kim faked just enough of a struggle to make it seem it would give even her some trouble making it that big. There was quite a bit of difference from the first stop. She kept going until the rubber had taken on the contours of a lightbulb and held the whole thing up for everyone to get a good look at the new design, which covered a majority of the surface.
“Not sure this is what’s called an inflated ego”, the blonde giggled. “But let’s see how I hold up under pressure.”
With that she began to blow even harder than before into the balloon, elongating and expanding its neck along with her own cheeks that grew taut and ruddy with the effort. Now she was definitely playing up the toughness of the product, but that was as it should be with advertising. Besides, it wasn’t a brittle brand and the stretchy material went way past the rated size before exploding into neat fragments.
“Whoo!” Kimber exclaimed with a small backwards jump. “Amazing how something so limp and small can grow so big and hard.”
That was the obvious entendre just about anyone would have made and gotten away with, so I let it pass. If she’d added “in your mouth” I would have called cut, though.
“And loud”, she went on. “But wait, there’s more! To save time, here’s something we’ve prepared in advance.”
She held out her arms towards me and I tossed her the even bigger balloon, which was caught and proudly held up on display.
“Why settle for sixteen inches when you can have twenty-four? All stiff and soft at the same time.”
The blonde wrapped her arms around it and pulled them closer, making it look like she embraced the smaller version of herself. She tightened her grip three or four times, applying more and more force, but in vain. It just wouldn’t pop. A great testament to the quality, though on the sixth squeeze the stupid clamp was pushed off and the balloon began to rapidly deflate with a violent sputter. Kim swore in surprise and ruined the take before getting hold of the vibrating valve, pinched it shut and brought it to her mouth for a frantic attempt at reinflation. While her quick, hard exhales restored the balloon to its overinflated glory, it was too late. The momentum had been lost and the necessity of a bleep made it all a bit of a mess. At least the big balloon could be salvaged and Kim made sure to tie it off properly before starting over.
It went well until it was time to blow the first loon to pop. It flew to bits very obligingly - but between breaths. That was still a big no-no in Kimber’s book and she threw the torn neck away in frustration.
There was nothing for it but refreshing her lipstick, straightening her clothes and beginning anew. The rest of us lined up to blow in her ears and whisper encouragement, quite literally inflating her ego, and before we were done her smile was even more brilliant than in the first attempt. She breezed through the first part, inflated the sixteen-incher until it burst against her reddened cheeks and treated the twentyfour to a magnificent end. It held up splendidly to her happy hug, bulging immensely in both directions with every squeeze and finally popping with an appealing BUMM that scattered the tattered remains all around.
“Available now”, Kim finished and indicated where to find the link.
It was an excellent take, only slightly marred by me having forgotten to turn on the camera. Just kidding - but at the time it struck me that would have been typical.
Lexi was already kissing her wife for a job very well done and Kim let that go on for twenty seconds or so before chirping up about an additional detail.
“We should show the other colors too.”
That we should, and since there were only six hues we could easily fit them all in one static image. The loons would have to be inflated, of course, which I let her know in no uncertain terms.
“You wanted to advertise them so you have to blow them up.” I allowed myself a smirk. “But I have an idea of how to make it more interesting.”
For some reason everyone in the room liked it and soon Kim was bent over the desk, Lex standing behind her with a strapon buried somewhere below the lifted skirt. Every mechanical thrust made the presenter blow a deep breath into the balloon I was holding to her mouth and once full I handed it to Kriss for tying. Alex held up until I’d attached a new one to the living pump, who kept her lips obediently parted while waiting. Then the whole thing started over and trying to keep an absolutely straight face while pretending it was the factory-approved inflation method was part of the fun. I imagined us being filmed for a 1950’s style documentary about the assembly line at Kimber’s Corner, with a cheery, tinny musical accompaniment and slightly overlong closeups on each part of the process. Maybe a voiceover explaining every step too. It probably wouldn’t win any adult movie awards but I suspected a paying audience could be found anyway.
After a while there was a lovely array of tightly inflated latex in darker shades of red, green, blue, pink, purple and black, all showing the distinct likeness of the lady still leaning across the desk. But there were five colors missing in the larger size, and I suggested we’d move onto the floor to save wear and tear on those lovely legs. Also, it was pretty much needed to give the upcoming balloons enough space to fully grow.
With Kim on all fours and Lexi on her knees I crouched down too with the bag of twentyfours. I put a black one in place and turned to the pump operator.
“Go a bit faster or this’ll take all day.”
Lex nodded and picked up the pace. The latex pouch sprang to life as Kim went cross-eyed with delight. She’d done an incredible job of not acknowledging being fucked, but her wildly shifting and rolling irises had been a dead giveaway. With the increase in force and speed it was even more evident, and while she kept blowing hard in time with the thrusts some grunts and whines escaped her. I ignored it, knowing full well that silent equipment is practically unheard of.
We pumped the black behemoth full of air and there was an audible gasp as I pulled it away to be sealed by my assistant. The green one was next and by now Kim’s eyes were as wide as I had ever seen them. I hoped she wouldn’t break down from an overload of pleasure, at least not until we were finished. She managed to complete the current inflation and I told Lex to let her cool down a bit. I’m still not sure how Kim kept from complaining. Pretending that the choice of color justified the delay I eventually settled on the red loon and applied it to the nozzle, feeling it sucked into place with what I could have sworn was impatience. Then the thrusting and whooshing recommenced and went somewhat smoother, but we were only halfway through and the pump might give out at any moment. It was looking at the very least flustered.
I quickly replaced red with blue and had it blown up to capacity, but the weird noises had grown more frequent and intense. The air intake was evidently impaired, as Kim was panting in spite of herself. Not that I was surprised - try blowing up four balloons that big in a row and see what it does to your lungs.
I called for a break and if you think it callous to leave her on the floor, don’t worry. Machines won’t care about such things, even if there was a plaintive groan when we left the room. Must have been my imagination.
“Ooh, she’s gonna be so pissed!” Kriss chuckled in a low voice.
“You kidding?” Lex said. “She’s loving it!”
I was inclined to agree. I would never have suggested it if feeling useful didn’t mean so much to Kim, and she was absolutely essential in this scenario. And it went without saying there’d be almost no limit to the praise and affection she’d get when we were done. Nevertheless, we let her rest for a couple of minutes before going back to work and finding her in the exact same position as before.
No one made a single comment as the pink balloon got pumped up with the pretty presenter’s breath, and my heart beat a little faster at the joy and gratitude sparkling in Kim’s eyes while she sent puff after puff into the bulging rubber. She was quivering with pent-up passion as we started on the final loon, and I remembered we already had two of that color prepared. So I stated another overlooked detail.
“We haven’t checked how much these can take.”
“True”, Lex nodded. “Let’s go for bust.”
She went even harder and deeper, making Kim blow with such recklessness I almost lost my grip on the neck and the rushing of air became accompanied by muffled squealing. Clearly some maintenance was needed. As my wife had spent pretty much all her worktime ogling the proceedings and was practically drooling by now she’d be perfect for the job.
“I think the piston shaft needs lubricating”, I told her. “Take care of it.”
Kriss nodded, lay down and slid her head below the machinery, putting her saliva to good use. The whining grew more urgent and the air flow increased so much I nearly lost my grip on the balloon, but I somehow managed to keep it in place and somehow it kept inflating, if a little more erratic than before. I focused all my attention on holding the latex steady, pinching it off when needed and opening up the neck to let the next gust through. It got tricky when it eventually reached its maximum capacity and we all struggled to keep the equipment working at full blast, which became outright difficult in the final stretch. There was so much jiggling and shaking and wheezing I knew the pump would need a full service after this operation. The slapping of Lexis’s hips against Kim’s buttock s was as steady as the Phoosh-Phoosh-Phoosh coming out the other end, not quite drowning out the wet licky noises from below. My free hand was steadying a chin that would otherwise have tossed all over the place and my thumb could feel a cheek bulge and sink in time with those sounds, going faster by the second. Phoosh-Phoosh-Phoo-POP!
The balloon broke apart, spread itself wide and fell to the floor. I let the last piece follow and wiped my brow.
“All right, shift’s over” I called, instantly triggering a second explosion when Kim came. And came. And came. Compensating for all she’d held back she screamed in a way I’d seldom heard, without a trace of pain or discomfort but rather near-incomprehensible pleasure. Lex bent closer and began fucking her for real with short, rapid thrusts that were intense enough to threatening setting their clothes on fire.
“That’s it, baby”, she cooed, “My wonderful baby.”
I leaned in to lick and kiss Kimmy’s face. “Go on, kitten, you’ve earned it.”
Kim heeded my words and was at it for a good while, eventually collapsing slowly enough for Kriss to move out of the way. She lay there smiling at all the kisses and caresses and compliments coming from three sides at once while we marveled at how she’d been able to finish the entire task.
“Was fan-fucking-funtastic”, Kim sighed. “If I had to work nine-to-five that would pretty much be my dream job.”
I personally thought it might get repetitive but had to agree the perks were damned nice. Especially after trying out for the position myself.

So that was an unexpected preparation to tick off, but the rest had to be done too. Since the girls would be gone for a week it was just as well to get them something new to wear for the trip. We all went shopping and had a pretty fun day on the town, trying on whatever took our fancy and looking for deals even if we strictly speaking didn’t have to. There was also time to visit the costume shop for some general browsing, and Jess grinned at the sight of us.
“My heroes”, she said. “Thanks for the last time - and Kyle’s present.”
“Our pleasure”, Kriss chuckled. “I hear he liked it.”
“You could say that. And so did I.”
Kim looked surprised. “Really? Anything particular about it?”
“Blowing it tighter around him. Can’t believe I’m saying this!” she giggled.
“These days I’m saying a lot of things I never believed too”, Lex admitted.
Kriss, who had a special interest as the airy godmother, spoke again. “I take it your beau appreciated that?”
“Think so. Afterwards he said he wanted to marry me.”
“And will you?”
Jess wagged her head in that undecided manner. “Probably, at some point. But maybe not just yet.”
“Congratulations in advance anyway”, Kriss said.
The shopgirl made a devious face. “Next time I’ll dress up as the girl on the pillow and make him compare us. And it’s all off if he picks her.”
“In that case you can pick your rival off with a pin”, Kim suggested.
“Oh, I’d pop her but good. Maybe stomp on her in heels.”
I put in a word of advice. “Long as you never break something of his just out of spite it should work out.”
Since we weren’t out for anything in particular our purchases were limited to some accessories, fake jewelry and such. Before we left I told Jess there might be another costume-related ep in the near future and she promised to keep an eye out. She also told us Craig said hi and appreciated we hadn’t damaged his gear. Maybe he’d get some commissions from the exposure and maybe not, but it had been a fair trade.
More errands followed and Kriss ditched us for about forty-five minutes, but that was about par for the course. During that time Lexi became the first to weaponize my newfound interest. On a moderately busy sidewalk she ’discovered’ an uninflated balloon in her pocket and set about remedying the pitiful lack of air. The way she kept blowing into it while walking - without any hint of it being in the least out of the ordinary - was almost too cool for words, and only after tying it off and placing it atop a trash can in passing did she give me a glance that silently said “I do hope you liked it”.
I discreetly took her hand and squeezed to affirm I did, while speaking out loud about a window display we just passed. I couldn’t wait for our private goodbyes ahead of the trip.
Of course, I begged her to blow me as soon as we got home to tide me over and she naturally wouldn’t have had it any other way.

While a couple of regular trivia shows were easy enough and soon in the bag we also needed to record the birthday vids to have them ready for the 1st. Kriss gave Lexi a very small and very early gift in the shape of a question.
“It’s your month. What do you wanna play?”
“The tuba”, Alex said without hesitating. “A fan’s asked to see more of me blowing it.”
I could ’t resist. “See more of your body?”
“You know what I mean.”
Kriss didn’t need to hesitate much either. She decided on a steady, rhythmic arrangement putting you in mind of a marching band, which wasn’t a long shot considering her current project. And since Lex was one of those to be celebrated my wife chose to wear the nicest of her dress shirts, waistcoats and trousers along with a wide-brimmed fedora, making her look sort of like an old school blues player. And very, very hot - at least to Lexi, who put on a slinky dark blue dress to make it appear she was a vocalist who’d decided to take a break from crooning to back up her trumpeter with a very large horn. The balloons they’d inflated to accompany them were orange and pink, though they’d been drawn at random since Lex simply couldn’t decide.
Kim matched Kriss’ style except her tie was purple instead of blue and she had no hat, making it easy on herself by picking a green loon on account of Saint Patrick’s day coming up. Though she had no luck with it as it spontaneously burst on the twelfth, just as she announced it was Liza Minelli’s birthday. So poor Kimber had to blow up a fresh one and start over, while I got another blooper for the archives. That section was growing big enough to almost warrant its own entrance fee.
In fact, the entire site was overdue an update. With the new merch and the upcoming exposure it was about time to make Kimber’s Corner more accessible and I’d ordered a separate domain and a snazzy template from our web provider. The balloon sales in themselves were enough to warrant that, and this way we could offer different support levels - the member videos plus bloopers kept the regular price point, but if you wanted the setup and disposal clips as well you had to pay a bit more. They were for a specialized audience anyway. There’d also be a tip button, in case you felt generous and wanted to contribute to the prop fund. As a former camgirl Kim liked that part.
What every visitor would get was info, photos, comments and thoughts from Kimber and her ’staff’ plus a pseudo-forum for non-members. That is, a moderated place to leave comments and questions and if they were nice enough to publish they would get answers. Oh, and access to the expanded store, of course. After that commercial it would probably be more appreciated than ever.

[Harley]

EPISODE 67

And then came the time for our loves to leave. We’d made sure to get enough intimate moments together to last a little while, but a week seemed as daunting as always. I drove us to the airport to put them on the Sunday afternoon flight and before we knew it they were off.
It felt unreal sending them out in the world like that, but on the other hand it gave me and Kriss some time alone at home, and boy did we make use of it. Kriss slammed me against the wall as soon we got through the door, pinned my wrists and stuck her tongue down my throat.
“Oh, yes, mistress!”
“Save that”, she panted. “I’m just horny for you.”
That didn’t stop her from being a bit more dominant than usual, but I would have been out of my mind to complain.

Then the girls called from the hotel, having settled in without problems. Lex would be picked up early in the morning for a day of rehearsals, while Kim would do some preliminary sightseeing and see if she could surreptitiously litter the place with a few freshly inflated ad balloons. We’d arranged for a bodyguard to take her around and handle the camera if and when it was needed, so no worries there.
While they were busy with that we held up the fort as best as we could, meaning we spent the day naked, fucking in every room and making more noise than strictly called for. Some may have thought we overdid it, but there’s no such thing even if we both ended up covered in teeth marks and hickeys from all the love bites and sucks we’d administered. Cooking in the nude degenerated into a food fight and licking stuff off each other’s bodies and it’s a wonder we found time to eat at all. To sum it up, we ended the day in complete contentment, looking forward to a video call from California.
When it came it showed Lex in a state of excitement and Kim looking brave but vaguely miserable. Turned out the rehearsals had gone well, in fact so well the star wanted to add a couple of new scenes with Alex. Since they were doing the shoot old-style there was wiggle room for changes, but it would mean having Lexi stay a couple of extra days. She’d get Friday off, though.
“But I’ll be alone most nights”, Kim sighed. “I’d hoped she’d be able to sleep here.”
Lex held her tighter. “We’ll try that tomorrow but I’m afraid I’ll be no fun anyway. I have a hunch it’s gonna wear me out.”
“We’ll be here”, Kriss said.
I nodded. “Always. And if you document your time on the town you could make your own updates in the evenings, maybe describe your day a bit.”
Kim said that might be something to do and we chatted about what they’d been up to so far. Lex said she’d signed a paper to not reveal any details but was willing to report she’d been involved in staging a fight scene. Kim had gotten acquainted with the surroundings and her companion for the week.
“His name’s Chris too, but says Kit is ok. Never saw such a bear of a guy!”
She showed a selfie with him and he was indeed big, burly and bearded, but with kind brown eyes that matched his hair. There was one thing he couldn’t help much with though, at least according to Kim.
“Leaving loons out didn’t work too well. One fell off the bench and broke and the other blew into traffic and got run over.”
“Buy a bunch of those stick holders”, Kriss ordered. “Will look less random too.”
“Yes”, I agreed. “That’ll make them seem more...official, or something.”
Lexi laughed, “Mandated by the city. Everyone must carry a balloon at all times.”
“And blow up a new one if it pops”, her wife giggled.
”Aaand you’ve just invented a new form of sexual assault”, I informed them. “Popping a pretty lady’s loon in passing. Or from a distance.”
Kim made a suggestive face. “Or a pretty guy’s.”
Then something struck me. “Kimmy, you’re not blowing them up all the way, right?”
“Just the first one. Think that’s why it went bang.”
“Good, because at that size they could be an actual road hazard.”
Lex pointed out the obvious. “They still are if drivers can’t take their eyes off ’em.”
We left it at that and went on to the usual “miss you” stuff, which would be far too cloying to subject you to. Pretty sure you know the drill by now.

The next morning Kriss left me in bed without any wake-up sex, which was puzzling since I couldn’t have worn her out that much in a single day, but she might have had urgent bathroom business or something. No ravishing me over the breakfast table either - she just said she had some stuff to take care of and abandoned me again with merely a fond peck on the cheek.
It was then I knew something was up, but I had no idea what until twenty minutes later when she reappeared and made me drop my second cup of joe. I barely registered the crash and splash since my full attention was riveted elsewhere.
Kriss was in the doorway and I instinctively realized this was what she’d been secretly shopping for. While the strict, pristine dress shirt and long black tie had been in her wardrobe for a while, the combined latex boots and leggings decidedly hadn’t. They were as black as the skirt they vanished under but far shinier, and if we’d owned a cap like that before I hadn’t known about it. It too was black and in the usual military style, but with a piece of metal chain in lieu of insignia. Black gloves in the same material completed the ensemble, and the heavily kohled eyes made the lady look even more forbidding. I was thrilled to my toes by the sight.
My sexy, sexy Krisstress.
She gave me a sultry greeting. “Hello again, pet.”
I hurried over like a lovesick puppy. “Mistress! You’re back!”
“Of course I am. And I’ve brought gifts for a good girl.”
I resisted the impulse of hanging my tongue out and panting while Kriss stuck a black-gloved hand into her purse.
“Come here”, she said, withdrawing something.
It was a wide leather strap with a sturdy O-ring centered in front. As she tightened it around my neck I felt a strange elation - I’d known collaring was a thing, of course, but never wanted it for myself and I couldn’t see it becoming a habit either. And still it was an amazing sensation, almost like when Krissie put the ring on my finger. The same feeling of belonging. Being hers.
”Mmm, feels good, mistress. Thank you.”
“Only the best for my pet”, she said, grabbed my chin and pressed her lips against mine in an all too brief smooch.
Another new purchase was brought out - an actual, bona fide leash. She clasped it to my collar and gave it a gentle tug.
“Time for a walk.”
Kriss led me downstairs and on to the Fun-geon, stringing me along even if it was difficult to stay far enough behind for that. I had to fight back an urge to overtake her to get there faster.
Once inside with the door bolted I was given a simple command:
“Lose the clothes.”
While I hurried to obey Kriss located a sturdy belt with cuffs on the sides to lock my arms in place, which was done without delay. She took off the leash and used it to tie the belt to a hoop in the wall, leaving me little room to move. With me secured in the right place my mistress reached into the bag again and I stiffened at what she procured.
“Just be calm and relax.”
I’d seen pics of breathing masks like that, a triangular plastic cup with rounded edges that’d cover both my mouth and nose. Three straps meeting in the back would keep it in place which wouldn’t be much of a problem as long as the tube in front stayed unblocked. I had a feeling it wouldn’t, though.
Sure enough, once my exhales had begun fogging up the clear material Kriss took a final item from her purse. It was made from not completely opaque dark plastic and the valve at one end told me it was inflatable. I’d figured rebreather bags would be more like the kind she’d gifted her students, but this was a different model altogether - actually more of a reservoir.
Kriss attached the pipe on the opposite end to my mask and I felt the change at once. But not for long, as she daintily grabbed the nozzle and filled the container up with stately, measured breaths. There was a crinkle of unfolding pvc and as it grew fuller I saw it was larger than I’d thought and more of a rounded cube than a sphere. I carefully inhaled some of the air she was providing and it felt amazing to trust someone so completely. I’d been at her mercy before, but not quite like this. I looked forward to whatever would happen next.
My mistress finished the inflation and brought her lips to my ear.
“Works all right?”
I nodded.
“Lemme know when you run low, okay?”
Then she began to slowly fondle me all over, as if to test which parts were most sensitive. As if she didn’t already knew. She bent down to bite my stiff nipples, making them even harder before running a hand even lower. My privates were probed and caressed with more curiosity than tenderness, and once mistress had learned as much as she needed she went behind my back to reach around and tease me mercilessly with her gloved fingers. Every pinch and flick made me hunger for more, but the digits seemed to slip away just as things were getting really good - only to start over in a different spot and make me squirm again. I was getting more and more lightheaded from the recycled air but that only added to the tantalizing, maddening frustration and I wished, wished, wished that I’d been a good enough girl to deserve some relief. Eventually my chest began to ache and I let out a plaintive squeal I hoped would sound different from all the other noises I’d made while jerking my head around in a display of distress.
As my mistress came forth and reached for my face I realized she was as much a slave to the equipment as I was. No matter how imposing and in command she appeared she would still have to blow in fresh air if she wanted to keep her pet conscious. And that she was fully aware and willing to do it. I felt so much in love with her at that moment.
She pulled the bag away and covered the tube with her finger so I couldn’t sneak any breaths while she squeezed out the spent supply. Then she put it back and blew it up until I thought it might burst, adding deep, thorough breaths to help me last as long as possible. The bulging shape fell into place as she dropped it and I felt a tongue run along my cheek followed by a sensual whisper in my ear.
“You have unlimited refills.”
Then the exquisite torture began anew, but the masterful hands moved with more focus. Not only did they wrap around my body, but one grabbed and massaged a breast while the other went between my legs with steady, purposeful motions. My mistress was doing my work for me while I was sucking down her air with greedy gulps, and while I would have longed to come like that I was starting to suffocate again before getting there. This time I had my mask removed completely and was allowed to breathe freely while mistress pulled a long, black and limp object from who knows where. She held the empty airship to my lips.
“Blow this up.”
Unlike Kimmy, I didn’t succeed. On purpose. I pretended puffing as hard as I could and failing miserably after a few very valiant, sputtering attempts.
“I’m sorry, mistress, I can’t…”
So she did it herself, inflating the cylinder with such authority my heart skipped a beat, and pulled off her gloves with her teeth to tie the latex off. It was about two inches across and a couple of feet long, but it wasn’t the size that mattered.
“Oh, mistress, you’re so strong!”
I got a smile in return before the blown-up phallus was thrust between my thighs and forcefully began to slide back and forth. Her hand went behind my neck and her mouth covered mine, making any breathing aids obsolete. Instead I got a warm gust straight from her lungs whenever she decided to let me have one, and I was in heaven. My mistress was giving me pleasure and all the oxygen I needed, and the sensation of being so utterly taken care of made her pet pop in just a few puffs.
As soon as I’d stopped shaking Kriss took her cap off, dropped to her knees and gave me head until I came again. Just because she could and wanted to. Then she undid my restraints and pulled me into a close embrace.
“Love you, Chel”, she murmured against my hair. “More than anything.”
“Yours forever and ever and ever. If you dress up like that and whistle I’ll come running and do whatever the fuck you want…”
Kriss pulled back and began to unbutton her shirt rather hurriedly.
“Oh Cherilyn, my darlingest darling, I need you to do some things for me. To me.”
“Anything and any things.”
She went on while undressing. “Hold my wrists. Pin me down and fuck me hard. Show we’re still equals.”
While my wife took off the rest of her clothes I put on a strapon, waiting until that was all either of us was wearing. Then I did what she’d asked right there on the floor, pounding away while she lay panting and telling me to demand stuff in return.
I didn’t have to think. “You have to let me peek when you do that to Lex.”
Kriss grinned through her moans. “Of course.”
“And let Kimmy bind and bag you.”
“Fuck yeah”, she cried.
Then it struck me we could double-team her, with me pleasuring and Kim in charge of the air supply. Or Lexi in my role and me just watching…
The thought made me speed up so much there was a delighted yell followed by “Dontstopdontstopdontstop…” so I simply had to go on like that until my back almost gave out, but fortunately it didn’t take too long.
“This too”, Krissie gasped, picking up and handing me the black balloon that had fallen to the floor after I was done with it. I took it from her fingers and put it through such a workout it burst in a very inappropriate place, making my beloved yelp and come again. I slid down to kiss and lick and blow her tender parts all better, finishing up by sucking her off. I crawled higher to kiss her and maybe get some serious cuddling in.
But Kriss wasn’t done. She drew her knees up to her shoulders and flashed me a lascivious grin.
“And now in the ass.”

Having proved what she wanted proven and cuddled for half an eternity, we rose to get dressed, except I hadn’t brought anything to wear and had to settle for a robe that had been left behind at an earlier session. But the sight of Kriss in her restored, dominant splendor still made me feel it was too much. I walked around her to take it all in when a strange fancy took me.
“You look so cool in that. Lemme see you play the ’bone...”
Such a rare request couldn’t be denied and since I’d been uncollared she grabbed my hand and pulled me along to the music room. I parked myself in a chair while Kriss got her instrument ready. Then she played one of her newest songs, fixing her eyes on me and teasing by bringing the slide right up against my face each time she extended it. She straightened her back and turned to the side, blowing the trombone with such superior style and confidence I knew I’d made a good call. Instead of applause at the end I gave her a straight opinion.
“This is you, Krissie.”
“Really?”
“Really really. If you ever decide to focus on one thing that should be it.”
She beamed all over. “You won’t believe how happy I am to hear that, Chel! That means I can leave the trumpet to Lex and the sax to Kim and the tuba to you.”
That hadn’t been my intention. “Say what?”
“When we play together I mean! But it would be so awesome to do it for real - with an audience and all. Nothing I want more.”
“Skill levels. I’d fuck up something fierce.”
“You wouldn’t. You’re getting so good”, Kriss lied. I think. Maybe she believed it.
“Even if I didn’t it would just be oom-pah, oom-pah.”
“Doesn’t have to. Check what I’ve made - just for fun!”
She brought out some sheet music which I knew how to read and even follow, but it seemed overkill. Thought that could admittedly be her middle name. While I was eyeing through it she fetched the oversized horn she’d trained me on.
“Play that, Chellie. Please?”
I shrugged and hefted the tuba. If it made her happy it was worth the effort. So with a deep inhale, I set about following the score.
Turned out to be quite melodious, if ponderous and slow. But it wasn’t hard, and as I neared the end Kriss circled her finger in the air to call for another playthrough. As I started over, she raised the trombone and began on her part.
I’ll never know how she puts stuff together, but that she can is enough. The trombone sang out a tune that didn’t follow mine - but complemented it. Hearing the sounds weave together in such harmony despite all the differences was a kind of magic. Previously I’d only kept time, with maybe a few small additions. This was something else entirely, and it left me wanting more.
“Again”, I panted and Kriss was more than eager to comply.
And for the first time, the whole playing together thing really clicked with me. There was a deep satisfaction in making this music together and I couldn’t wait to tell the instigator.
“That was really fun”, I said as we put the brass aside. “And amazing.”
Kriss pulled me to my feet and nearly crushed me in her arms.
“My Chellie. My one and only. I love you so much it feels like I'm gonna burst.”
She kissed me and I blew into her mouth to call her out. Even with her chest inflated to the max she held together just fine.
Kriss’ eyes gleamed. “You know how wet I get when you do that…?”
I had a notion. “Then I guess I can practice blowing and fingering on you.”
“As often as you want. But not now because then we’ll be stuck here all night.”
We went up to the wardrobe and my wife swapped her leggings and skirt for trousers and threw on a charcoal jacket, telling me to suit up as well. Then she took me out for dinner, with the explicit instructions we’d only talk shop. Pretending to be on a business meeting made the meal at least as thrilling as if we’d been shamelessly flirting, and while I was getting the car keys out she produced another of those black airships, carelessly blowing it up right there in the parking lot. Remembering what had happened with the last one and imagining the reactions of the people passing by or behind the windows made the metal jingle in my suddenly trembling hand. Kriss merely took the full balloon from her lips and let it whizz away and out of sight before going on as if nothing had happened, getting into her seat while speaking about potential earnings from some merchandise she’d been considering. I was considering the perfect point to end the charade - which turned out to be five steps up the driveway.

And that’s why we were already in bed when Kim called, crestfallen. Lexi would have to stay longer than expected for retakes and they’d agreed it would probably be better to spend the night apart. And likely the following ones as well. Being in frequent contact wouldn’t quite make up for the lack of intimacy, something Kimmy was quick to lament.
“If I’d known I’d brought the dolls.”
I sympathized. “Oh, kitten… Get as cozy as you can anyway and we’ll do our best.”
Which we did, telling her all the naughty things we wanted to do to her. Kriss fetched the inflatable Kim to better visualize them, puffing her up in a hurry while I kept talking. I interrupted the process before she was done, though.
“I wanna blow her too.”
I took over the limp dummy and filled it to the limit with my breath, making it as stiff and bouncy as it could get. Then we wasted no time using the doll to show our lover how much and in which ways we wanted to please her. If Kimmy had been only tentatively touching herself at the start, she soon gave in to her needs and began frigging herself with wild abandon. As she grew less and less careful, so did we, and when we showed her how mercilessly we’d fuck her at the same time - nearly popping the mannequin between us - the blonde exploded on the screen. As she cooled off Kriss pulled the plug on the doll to mimic the collapsed original.
“That feels so much better”, Kim sighed.
The essentials done, she talked a bit about her day, sending over a crude edit of the documentation. Dressed in everyday, run-of-the-mill clothes to not draw extra attention Kimber walked past a couple of landmarks - not any of the more famous ones - and said a few words about each. Then she sat down on a park bench and calmly inflated half a dozen balloons, attaching them to sticks she planted at random intervals along her continued walk. The camera captured each location, so on the very, very unlikely chance they’d stayed undisturbed they could be tracked down by visual cues. Either way it was an interesting insight in how she’d spent part of her day.
I suggested she’d post it as a members extra, to get some instant gratification from strangers as well.
“And spoil yourself rotten with room service”, Kriss said.
“Way ahead of you”, Kim chuckled and indicated some empty cans and wrappers. “But can you do me a favor and blow her back up? And let her share the bed. So at least that part of me won’t be lonely.”
We reinflated the counterfeit Kim together as lovingly as possible, play-fighting over the valve with our lips. When she’d had all the air she could hold we gave her plenty of hugs and kisses, hoping Kimmy would not only see but somehow feel them as well.
There were sweet nothings, good nights and I love yous, and not before we’d hung up did I realize something momentous.
“Was this the first time Kimmy didn’t beg to give something in return?”
Kriss pondered it. “With me at least.”
Sure, she might have been distracted and not physically present, but it was still a step in the right direction. My wife heartily agreed, then changed the subject to something I’d said earlier.
“Now, about that ’blowing and fingering’...”
Well, when it comes to music one has to practice whenever one can.

[Harley]

EPISODE 68

While I felt bad for Kim I consoled her with me being as lonely as her for the day. Kriss had left for school and would be in detention all evening - or rather attend a full play-through under the same circumstances the actual concert would be performed. Which was perfectly all right as if left me plenty time to finish the new and improved Kimber’s Corner and edit some of the upcoming material. I also got a call from Lex and spent it smiling at merely hearing her voice. She gave a few vague updates and told me how bad she felt over leaving Kimmy by her lonesome. I said she couldn’t let that get in the way of filming and suggested a few extravagant ways of making it up to her. Lexi said she’d do them all and that she could really use making love to me as well. I described some of the things I’d do the moment I got her alone and she actually whimpered. Then I told her I love her and to go kick some ass, which she promised. I could only hope she’d stick to doing it in front of the camera.
It was actually nice being able to do all that at my leisure, and after a simple leftover dinner I decided to treat myself to a really special session with my favorite toy.
Stepping into the Fun-geon I discovered someone had beaten me to the chase. Deedee was still where I’d left her, but now she was wearing a dragon-sized but very dapper black bow tie. While it did absolutely nothing for me in itself, I got hot all over from the intent. It was like Kriss had decided to gift-wrap my personal sexytime and leave it out as a present. That she’d known I go for this wasn’t as surprising but still heartwarming.
I walked up and nuzzled the dragon’s snout.
“Oh, Dee”, I murmured. “You don’t have to dress up for me…”
I noticed she was sagging just a little, so I opened the valve and blew her body absolutely full before undressing for her and climbing on top. I removed the ribbon around her neck and tossed it aside, settling in comfortably for a long, good hump. She still smelled faintly of fresh PVC - the plastic equivalent of pheromones, as titillating as the headiest perfume. The shape and give of her body were what made it so perfect to rub against, and I was glad I didn’t have to restrict myself by aiming at a small opening, no matter how tight and inviting. If Deedee would have had such a hole I’d wanted it to be for inflation only, so I could blow her up while giving head.
“Would you like that, Dee? Me puffing into your pussy? Really blow you…”
That’d be the ultimate way to prepare such a sexy plaything and I now understood why I’d been so drawn to the big breasts from the first. They made sure the dragoness could never be mistaken for a mere pool toy - she was an inflatable companion, period. Whether for cuddles or sex was irrelevant, I enjoyed both but for now I wanted to come - grind so intensely it’d be impossible to not get off on top of her smooth belly.
It was an amazing, incredibly bouncy and pleasant ride, and maybe I was going harder than ever before or just slightly more aware of my surroundings, but I noticed that my movements caused Deedee’s tail to dip down and tap me on the back. It was a soft touch, gentle yet insistent, as if telling me she approved - or wanted it harder. Or was just helping out, showing I did it right. It brought us closer in more ways than one and I wanted to kiss her on the mouth as we fucked - because that was what we were doing. I wasn’t just boinking her, we were in it together, as proven by the tail eagerly keeping time.
“My wonderful Dee”, I groaned. “I love getting it on with you.”
It wasn’t a lie. Any doll I’d tried had just been an inferior version of a human, but Dee was everything I could ask of a dragon since there was nothing to compare with. Except Blowser, but she was facing the wrong way and lacking in the tit department. The taut firmness beneath me was just so right for rubbing and the low creaking of vinyl were like moans of delight. I made some of those myself as I pushed down even harder, making Dee spring back in response and spur me on with that pointy appendage of hers. I was sure she’d stick it in me if she could and held that thought until I came from imagining being fucked right back by the busty dragoness.
There was a time I’d probably been ashamed by the very idea, but at this point I knew what animal friend I’d want if I was a Disney princess. And Prince Charming could go screw himself because he wouldn’t be the love interest in that movie.
Maybe I’m a hypocrite for dissing Kriss’ storytelling ideas. So sue me.
I also felt a bit bad over worrying about how Lex would handle a leak - if anything happened to Deedee I’d probably take it even worse. Though as long as it could be repaired, blowing her back up would always be far more of a pleasure than a chore.
Spent for the moment I sank forward to rest my head between the blow-up boobs, musing that it still felt like a really nice spot to fall asleep in, and this time I did.

A soft stream of breath in my ear woke me up, and for a second I wondered how many puffs it had taken Kriss to rouse me. Usually one was enough to arouse me, but this was something different.
“Slept well?”, she asked and I said I had.
“You look it. And like you’ve had a good time as well.”
“You look like you need one”, I said and slid off. “Mount up.”
I helped her strip and watched as she eagerly straddled the round tummy, wrapped her arms around the dragon and set to work. There wasn’t much finesse to the movements, just a good old-fashioned shag which still was a real treat for my eyes. I stepped back to take it all in better and couldn’t help smiling at the sight. Deedee was performing her tail trick on Kriss as well and from that perspective the meaning was obvious. She was clearly saying “Ahem. More, please.”
The rider might have picked up on it because that’s just what she delivered, making the entire inflatable shake and the boobs jiggle just enough to make then seem almost real, or at least as real as the dragon. I had to fight off an urge to grab the nozzle and blow Dee so tight Krissie would scream, but it would be too hard with all the bouncing and besides, I might overdo it and burst her. I didn’t quite trust myself after Dodo.
And it turned out to be unnecessary. She screamed pretty fine without assistance.

After recovering Kriss reached up to give Dee a fond lick across the snout.
“Thank you, Deedee. I needed that.”
Then she rose and kissed me too, using her lips as well as her tongue. We shared some of the usual whispers until my wife decided to come clean.
“I have to confess something. I deflated your dragon. So I could blow her up completely for you.”
“You did?”
“Yep. But I let some out afterwards.
That’d explain things, and maybe being held up by her breath had made my ride extra nice - but I doubted that mattered.
“Lucky girl”, I said. “Having a tie tailored for her was a bit much though.”
Kriss shrugged with no visible guilt. “Textile class at the school. I only had to pay for the material.”
I shook my head. Figures. “Speaking of clothes, was it a dress rehearsal?”
“No, they’ll be wearing the marching uniforms anyway. Even bring in the mascot as a backdrop.”
“The prop, I hope.” I’d seen pics of the giant inflatable otter brought out for special occasions.
“Yeah, a guy in costume would have a hard time keeping still.”
And probably get heatstroke in the process, which would detract from the show.
“And you? Be there incognito or front row tickets?”
“Neither. Chel, remember the homework I’ve been doing with Lex?”
“I thought you said no playing.”
“I did. I’ll be” - she coughed – “conducting.”
I probably made some kind of incoherent noise at that point. “Do you know the first thing about that?”
“I do now! Been practicing a lot - this way everyone learns something new!”
Like how to make fools of themselves, but that wouldn’t be new.
“I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“Relax, it went pretty well tonight. Hardly a hitch. I’ve got this.”
She explained how she’d had long talks with colleagues and been shown the ropes by actual, experienced people. Read up on the stuff. Rehearsed. It did sound like she’d be able to pull it off, but I do appreciate hearing these things a little further ahead of time. Well, if nothing else people would get to see her put the ’con’ in ’conductor’.
Just in case I had her set the beat in bed that night. She’d probably do just fine.

Over breakfast we talked about Kim’s doings - we’d had another sweet goodnight call from her, and she’d spent her Wednesday on actual sightseeing, going on tours all over the City of Angels and ticking off as many attractions as possible. She’d left at least one big balloon at each, although as unobtrusively as she could. Afterwards she’d watched a dance performance and was itching to do something of the sort again for the camera. But she’d be in front of one that very afternoon, and we were giddy with anticipation for her talkshow appearance. The episode preview had been up for a couple of days and featured the passed-around-balloon promo we’d made, though I doubted it would be in the actual program. We’d given them permission to use any regular show footage to illustrate points and the editors had probably selected some choice snippets. I couldn’t wait to see what.
The new and improved site had gone live to be ready for the event and the possibly rush of interested parties, but that was merely a precaution. The really interesting part would be what Kim did to promote it - and what else she’d have to say.
We made ourselves comfortable in front of the TV and tuned in to the right station - as I said, it wasn’t on any of the bigger networks but still popular enough for regular broadcast. As the camera moved over the live studio audience and the titles came up, I was fairly jumping in my seat. Kriss seemed remarkably cool about the affair, only showing maybe a teensy bit of tension.

’The Daily Stew’ would never have the same clout as The View, and didn’t aim to. What it had was a more irreverent approach and an admirable host in Stella Stewart. Much of the humor came from her ability to pose both serious and ridiculous questions with equal gravitas and take any replies in stride. She was more likely to crack the guest up than lose it herself.
Wanna know another weird coincidence? A while back I mentioned Christine Baranski in passing - Ms. Stewart looks a lot like her, only shorter and pudgier. She’s overweight in that appealing way where the extra pounds are spread pretty evenly all over, somewhere between stout and chubby. For lack of a better word there’s something grandmotherly about her, even if she’s just a bit past fifty. An attractive, urban granny, but still.
Her suits must be made to measure as they always seem perfectly form-fitting and more padded than too tight. I’m ruling out that someone inflates the hostess inside them ahead of filming, though they do give a bit of that impression. This outfit was no exception - a light gray pinstripe buttoned high, with no visible shirt. She was very much in charge of the proceedings and welcomed the viewers before introducing a lady who’s doing a web show with a peculiar twist and calling for ”A warm welcome to Kimberly Swanson.”
The audience clapped as Kim entered the stage in her casual yet stylish white pantsuit which she wore over a slightly darker wrap top and a gleaming blue bowtie with a yellow knot. She had dialled back on those lately but for an appearance like this one was just about mandatory. As for her makeup it was clear she’d spent a while in professional care, looking flawless and slightly shiny under the spotlights.
The hostess rose to shake hands - no fake Hollywood hugs for her - and Kim was invited to sit down in the chair next to the desk. Ms. Stewart noted the colors of the neckwear alluded to Kim’s ancestry and more stated than asked if she wore those frequently. Kimber said yes, it had kind of become her thing, and to my astonishment Stella took out and put on a gray tie of her own to match the guest, doing the look justice. They traded some words about it and Kimber appeared suitably flattered at the tribute to her signature touch, but that was neither here nor there. The continued talk focused on what ’On the Air’ was about and how Kim had come up with such a novel gimmick. She replied that she’d worked a lot with that theme in New York and felt it matched the synonym for being broadcast.
Stella asked in what context she’d been involved with that element, if she’d been a stewardess or seller of air beds? Of course she already knew everything ahead of time, but that just made for better buildup and phrasing. Kim managed to avoid mentioning the burlesque angle by saying she’d been in several stage productions that had made heavy use of inflatable props, which was a barefaced truth, and the hostess asked if she’d had to inflate those as well.
“Oh yes, all the time!” Kimber said with fake pathos. “The stage manager was a real slave driver, made us blow stuff up every night. The inflatable elephant was the worst - just about passed out after that!”
Technically true, but Kim overacted so heinously no one could take it seriously and laughed the whole thing off. Besides, she capped it with “Just kidding. She was a real sweetheart”, which placated me a bit.
“Though she did make you blow an elephant on the stage”, Stella said, to the loud amusement of the studio audience.
“No, not even backstage. There was a compressor for that one.”
Kriss must be rubbing off on her since she’s developing a real talent for masking lies with straight facts. There had been an electric inflator for the elephant but Kim sabotaged it herself so she could do an endurance test by her own choice.
Ms. Stewart nodded. “But you’ve moved on to bigger things now.”
Here a brief clip from ’On the Air’ played on the screen, featuring Kim blowing up her dragon for more wholesome purposes than I had. There was quite a bit of cheering at the feat and as the camera returned to the blonde she simply shrugged.
“What can I say? Saves wear and tear on pumps. Gotta cut corners somewhere.”
“You certainly don’t save on balloons”, Stella remarked and showed snippets of the most loon-heavy setups, starting with Kim emerging from a sea of them in the first merch ad and ending with her birthday rain.
“Or save them” the voice-over added as Kimber breathed fire at the July 4th column.
“Leave ’em around and they just go soft and wrinkly”, Kim said, probably not intending the innuendo.
Stella agreed. “Happens to most things, eventually. What made you decide to use so many of them?”
“They add a festive air. And they’re eye-catching. Besides, they’re fun!”
“I hear there are people who are afraid - there was the slightest pause after the first letter, enough to make you think she was about to say ’aroused’ – “of balloons. I guess you’re not one of them?”
“I’ve never been put off by a little bang. I understand them though. It can be loud and unexpected, but at least it’s over quickly.”
“Not often you hear that”, Stella said and there was more laughter. “But enough about props, let’s talk about content.”
They did, discussing what kind of trivia we used and why and how the show had started out as more of an entertainment news outlet.
“But that kind of thing is a flash in the pan. Facts are timeless.”
Ms. Stewart could get behind that, mentioning she tends to forget temporary features herself once shot. She asked Kimber if she wrote her own material and I got the creds I was due – “except anything I say in Swedish.”
“Not many who speak that around here. Can we maybe have a sample?”
Kim grinned and waved at the camera. “Stoort hey til ahlla ehr som kahnn svennska!
“Nice”, Stella said, looking impressed. “What does it mean?”
“Big hello to all of you who know Swedish.”
More applause as the hostess went on. ”Have you ever been there yourself?”
“No, but my granny and grandpa taught me a lot.”
“About the old country?”
“Yeah, and the language and a bit of everything.”
“Interesting”, Stella said. “We’ve actually prepared a little quiz for you.” She turned to the wider audience. “After the break we’ll take a look at just how much she’s learned.”
There was a cut to commercials, which for once didn’t frustrate me - after all, we were raking in some sweet ad revenues ourselves. And it also gave me an opportunity to exchange a few words with Kriss about what we’d just seen, but nothing worth repeating.
The program came back on with a very brief recap and then Kim was subjected to some bite-sized questions about Sweden. She correctly named the capital and the king - Carl Gustaf - but struck out on his numeral. Neither did she know how many live there. She did score extra points for pronouncing their “best known dish” the original way and had to clarify ’cheuttbuhllar’ means meatballs. But for the final question, picking a favorite famous Swede, she hesitated before finally settling on Greta Garbo.
“Interesting. Why?”
“She managed to make it big in a foreign land and still had the, whatchasay, integrity to leave the limelight on her own terms.”
Stella nodded. “There’s been a lot of speculation about Garbo’s sexuality, but you’ve never made a secret of your own, have you?”
“Nope - I like both guys and dolls, but the love of my life happens to be a woman.”
The cheers from the audience were mixed with ’aww’s and whistles and I wondered if there were cue cards for those too.
“That would be Alexis Riley - ’Sweet Cheeks’ Riley, the musical partner of Crystal Mackenzie, right?”
“Spot on, at least last I checked.”
If Stella knew she could add ’sex partner’, ’lifemate’ and ’common-law wife’ to the list she didn’t show it. Instead she cut right to the chase.
“I hear she’s filming a movie with Dex Jonez at the moment, is that true?”
That was the main point of bringing Kimber on, so they elaborated around that as much as they could without making it obvious. After touching on how Lex got the part and how she felt about it Stella began fishing for details.
“Any idea what it is about?”
Kim told her what little she could. “I heard Dex had always wanted to be in an old-school, low-budget action flick.”
“The kind with lots of clichés and stereotypes?”
“Sounded like that to me.”
The word ’Blaxploitation’ wasn’t used but it was pretty evident it would be a homage to that genre, with some themes toned down of course. I doubted Mr. Jonez would risk his career over something truly offensive, especially at that pay grade. It would probably be gritty and edgy enough anyway.
They chatted a bit about how Kim often brought up movies in her episodes and whether she watched many. She admitted she’d seen a few over the years and named ‘Dirty Dancing’ and ‘Flashdance’ as particular faves.
“Any more recent recommendations?”
“TV shows count? Then I think the She-Ra reboot stands out.”
They must have agreed on that mention as Stella noticed she’d said the same on the air and showed a clip of Kimber in costume as proof.
“Oh, and whatever Lexi’s movie’s going to be called”, the blonde exclaimed as a final promotion before the subject changed.
“I understand you love to dance but have a hard time showing it in your videos.”
“Yes, it needs a little more space”, Kim nodded.
“Still, you’ve managed nicely”, Ms. Stewart said and a few examples were played to various comments from hostess and guest. They spoke about her sax playing in the same manner and Kim explained that was a byproduct of working under the same roof as Crystal Mackenzie. Which of course had to be elaborated on. Stella asked if the other instruments she’d featured were byproducts as well and Kim said her wife would be mad if the trumpet was left out and that she’d played the french horn herself before trading it in.
“That’s all very impressive”, the presenter noted earnestly. “I thought we’d take a closer look at yet another talent of yours.”
“Really? Which one?”
There was a rather quick-fire montage of Kim overinflating various balloons, a rapid succession of pops right in her face.
“Many people would flinch from that, or cheat. But you don’t do either, right?”
“Not if I can help it.”
“Let’s put that to the test, shall we? Show a live audience how it’s done.”
Kim had done that many, many times in the past and was unfazed by the request. “Sure”, she said while a stagehand entered carrying a couple of empty red loons.
The ladies in focus were handed one each and Stella issued a casual challenge.
“Care to test my skill against yours?”
“Why not?”
The hostess changed seats and sat down in the spare guest chair to face her opponent on equal terms, and maybe provide a better view. The camera adjusted accordingly while the enthusiastic crowd noises died down.
“I’m not exactly used to this”, Ms. Stewart stated, ”There’s a chance I’ll win by default, though.”
Once more she indicated the screen on the wall. For everyone’s amusement it displayed the April Fool’s clip of Kim exploding mid-blow instead of her balloon and I don’t think the studio audience needed a cue card to laugh.
“That was my stunt double”, Kim said without batting an eye.
The older woman chuckled. “Well, since I don’t have one I’ll just have to hope I won’t pop! Should we do a countdown, or…?”
“Just go”, Kim offered magnanimously. “I’ll start when you do.”
“All right then”, Stella said and drew a mighty breath that actually conveyed some happy enthusiasm, making the jacket rise along with her massive chest. Then she brought the red latex to her lips and blew hard enough to make it inflate quite impressively, and I knew she’d just made dozens of viewers pop a boner… and that a handful of them had already unzipped. With any luck at least one lucky fella just got his greatest wish come true.
Kim didn’t lose many moments following the example and blew up her balloon as well, her experience and lung power on full display. I’d expected the rubber to grow into advertisements for the network or even carry ’The Daily Stew’ logos, but they were bog-standard 11-inchers of the kind you can get in most any store. Maybe just as well as better balloons might have made for a longer battle. This was over almost as suddenly as it had started with Kim blowing hers from start to finish with little visible effort, although she showed off her bulging cheeks to great effect along the way. Stella puffed and wheezed through the task surprisingly quick, taking the time to shoot challenging looks at Kim over the expanding rubber and have them returned with interest. The cheering was intense as the loons grew pear-shaped, and became almost deafening when the necks stretched out - though not enough to drown out the mic-enhanced gasps and whooshes.
With a sudden bang Kim’s balloon exploded and she raised her fists in victory while Stella blew twice more into the crimson mouthpiece before managing to burst the bulging orb with her breath. The loud report made the spectators erupt into even noisier applause as the presenter caught her breath, a hand on her heaving bosom and a triumphant grin on her face.
I was so proud of Kimmy and it was more than evident Kriss felt the same. There was a certain joy in having managed to bring our brand of entertainment to an even wider audience, and that Ms. Stewart hadn’t just asked Kim for a demonstration but given one herself. She regained her composure and finished the interview from her new position.
“Quite a rush. I can see the appeal in not knowing if and when it’ll pop.”
“Try it with a beachball sometime”, Kim suggested off-handedly.
“I think I’ll leave that to the professionals. Seems I’m not so full of hot air after all. Well, folks, if that didn’t just blow you away I don’t know what would. A big hand for a young lady spending her time ’On the Air’ - Kimberly Swanson!”
She thanked Kim for coming, repeated where she could be found online and prepared the watchers for another round of ads. We’d seen what we came for, though.
Kriss had nothing but praise for our lover’s demeanor and appearance.
“Stella Stewart’s pretty easy on the eyes too. Hope her hubby gets a good bounce on her tonight”, she said. “She looks as comfy as Deedee.”
There was no arguing with that. “Wish I could blow you up to that shape and have a go myself. Wanna know how it feels to come inside someone. Heck, how it would feel to jizz, period.”
I’d always been curious about that - if guys get it better to compensate for only having one shot or if they’ve been shortchanged there as well. But mostly because I want to be that close to Kriss and the gals.
My wife shrugged. “Seems it’s often too quick or too slow.”
That piqued my interest. “What’s the fastest you’ve made a guy come?”
“First time I blew my dear ex-husband.”
I scoffed. “As if you needed another reason to ditch him.”
“I took it as a compliment. I was in love at the time.”
“Well, it is about the sincerest praise you can get.”
“True. And you?”
“The one-nighter who popped the moment he stuck it in.”
Kriss laughed. “See, that would be me. No way I would last in your…”
The descriptions were a bit filthier than I’d want her to come off as, but it’s ok. I took them as compliments.

There was a couple of hours delay between recording and broadcast, so Kim had already filmed herself back at the hotel, telling her viewers she’d just appeared on The Stew and added a link to their page. In all simplicity it was a pretty good update, since it went straight to the point. So did Kim, when she got us on the line after the bare minimum of waiting time.
“How was it?”
“”Just great. You were wonderful, kitten.”
“What she said”, Kriss agreed. “Loved what you did and love you.”
That lead to general gushing that had Kim fairly purring, and I asked how it had felt being questioned by Stella Stewart.
“The editing made it look like she put me on the spot a couple of times but it wasn’t like that at all. Pretty relaxing actually. They cut out some bits too.”
They’d met briefly ahead of the taping and gone over the structure, which made me suspicious.
“Did you suggest she’d copy your style?”
“No, that was all her.”
“Nice touch anyway. Were you on the same wavelength about other stuff too?”
Kim thought it had felt that way, especially when talking things over after the show.
“She said they were very aware of the fetish aspect, but since we’d made such a swell job of skirting it, so would she. And that it was pretty fun to work it in for herself on the sly.”
“She blew like a pro”, Kriss observed.
“Well, she told me she’d filled a lot of loons in preparation, to get a feel for the effort. And rehearsed blowing to pop so it would look natural on cam.”
“Wonder how long she spent on that.”
“No idea, but she said she’d done eight in a row just before the show.”
Someone, somewhere would groan at the lack of footage so it was just as well it wouldn’t be common knowledge. Kim kept talking about her thoughts of the whole thing and wondered if we’d seen any increase in visitors yet. I checked, and boy howdy was there a difference. Advertising does pay off, which pleased Kim no end. She was for once in a bit of a hurry to finish the call, though.
“Have to rest up a bit ’cause Lexi’s coming over!”
She sounded far more excited about that than she’d been over the moment in the spotlights. Not that I didn’t understand her. We said our goodbyes and hung up, knowing there’d be no more phoning to interrupt the night.
Or maybe not. Kriss leaned in with a sultry suggestion.
“Why haven’t you made any appointment with Candi? Your callgirl’s waiting for you to call…”
So I did, arranging for her to come to the bedroom at eight - dressed for the part and bringing lots and lots of balloons. We didn’t say another word about it over dinner and went our separate ways afterwards, although I cut my duties short to prepare playing the rich and bored client awaiting the experienced escort at the agreed-upon hour. A knock right on time signaled her arrival, ready for business and pleasure all at once.
Kriss could charge whatever the heck she wanted for those services and still be a bargain.

[ChillinHaze]

Finally I had some time to read all the chapters I missed so far.

The girls are getting really creative with these roleplays!
And I really hope these "sex tapes" are not leaked accidentaly xD

I really liked the idea of Kim getting interviewed on TV about her show and the movie Alex is part of.
I know I must sound like a broken record by now but, yay for more big inflatable dragons! Seems like Cheryl is really growing fond of DeeDee and has a lot of fun playing with her. ^^

[Harley]

EPISODE 69

Friday was a good day for all of us and the gals sent frequent photos of their day together on the town. Me and Kriss got plenty of kissing in between handling the webshop orders and uploading the last of our prepared trivia shows.
Although less than a day after launch I had to remove the forum. I’d grossly miscalculated how many would be posting and how badly they’d express themselves. Paying members might hold back in case they’d get banned, but a free-for-all was in hindsight a mistake. Citing technical problems I uploaded a FAQ instead, which could be updated if and when polite and relevant questions arrived. And put a language filter on the new inbox.
I also added the first contest I’d rigged in years. It goes without saying that the previous gameshow ep had featured the new balloons, one each of the smaller ones and two twentyfours, but since it had only resulted in Kim having to inflate and sign a green sixteen-incher I didn’t think it worth mentioning. However, the one we’d recorded in advance for this date was a different matter,
“We have to show it is possible to win a big’un”, Kim stated.
“So what you're saying is ’Keep spinning ’til it happens’.”
“Yep!”
Her show, her shots - but it was yours truly who had to redo the introduction six times before the wheel came to a stop on the large, dark pink pouch. Kimber plucked it from the holder with a dignified smile, raised it to her mouth without hesitation and blew in lungful after double lungful of air until it had grown far bigger than you’d expect unless in the know of balloon sizes. A grand prize indeed. She made sure to inflate the thick neck to capacity as well before clamping it off and scribbling the winner’s name across the taut, shiny latex.
Deflating the whole thing took longer than usual, but Kim held it steady as her breath whooshed out and returned the loon to a slightly bigger and wrinklier state than it’d started out in. I thought of how the lucky winner was far less lucky than they’d ever know, but chance did decide who it would be - and the outward appearance would be of a random draw. It basically had to in a game called ’Fffair Play’.
””I wanna do that for my fans”, Kriss said.
I didn’t see too many problems with that. “As long as you mix in some other merch to win. Glossies and albums come to mind.”
“Sure”, she grinned. “We can always redo it until I get a loon.”
“You’re hopeless. Come back when you have new personalized prints.”
“Already on it”, my wife said, and I just knew that meant we were due another package in the near future.
For the moment there was peace, though. We had a really romantic candlelit stay-at-home date and simply made love that night, as vanilla as can be, reassuring and reaffirming we need nothing but each other. Waking up still holding Kriss is one of the simplest but greatest things in life. She burrowed closer and murmured groggily.
” No fucking today, Chel. Just more of that. Every chance we get.”
She has the most wonderful ideas at times.

We did get some other things done between all those sweet and intimate moments. For instance, the influx of new members received their first special update in the form of what Riko had shot. Of course, there was something for a general audience as well - let’s start with that. She introduced herself and revealed her hobby to be making costumes and wearing them to clubs and parties - not exactly cosplaying but in the same ballpark. She spoke of the challenges in sewing and what measurements she’d found the most important, as well of what to take into account and compensate for when stitching pieces together. Essential equipment was covered too, of course.
Informative stuff, and pretty fanservice-y as she modeled several creations of her own design, pointing out what had caused her the most trouble with each.
The exclusive I mentioned was related but separate - Ree wearing a French maid outfit that was a few notches above the store-bought one Kim had used. Dusting a painting above a couch she glanced down at the side table and discovered a note folded around something bulkier. She read it aloud with an exaggerated accent while holding the contents in her other hand. You didn't need a trained eye to see it was a number of uninflated balloons.
“Make sure these are inflated by the time we return.”
Riko gently set the small bunch down and picked one out, eyed it with some hesitation and began to blow it up. It filled out nicely into a regular, solid blue eleven inches or so. Not something I'd associate with regular housekeeping duties, but she did a prim and proper job even if she struggled to tie it off. That done she set about doing the next one, a very similar loon in pink. It looked like a standard party setup, although next came a fat green airship that turned out to be big - much larger than you would've expected from seeing the latex scrunched up with the rest. And if you remember how petite Riko is you'll understand the contrast. The poor girl gasped and struggled, going knock-kneed and winded with the effort, and though I knew it to be an act I still felt a bit sorry for the cute domestic. She managed to look both determined and desperate to succeed in spite of the intimidating inflatable, and her relief was evident when she finally wiped her brow after finishing that task.
But one balloon remained, and her eyes went wide as it unfolded between her fingers. It was a white mouse shape, in a size you won't find outside specialized dealers. Riko stretched and scrutinized it in consternation, not sure how to proceed. Eventually she raised to her mouth, inhaled, and sent a careful breath into the rubber. It expanded, just like it should, and a second breath made it grow even more. But it was just the head part that swelled out, and soon Ree realized the ears wouldn't follow suit in a hurry. She pushed on, but when the main part had gotten dangerously tight without any signs of letting the air move further she stopped to look it all over. A few tentative squeezes did absolutely nothing except frighten her into inaction. She looked around every which way before calling out.
"Kiki? Kiki!"
In a matter of moments Tessa came into view. She was dressed much the same as Ree, albeit with maybe a bit more skin showing. Her speech was at least as accented as her colleague's.
“What are you doing, Fifi?”
Ree didn't try to hide her worry. “Oh, Kiki, what should I do? Read this!"
The newcomer took the note and scanned through it. She seemed puzzled at the question.
"You blow zem up, of course!"
"But what if I can't? Or if it pops? I don’t want to lose my job!"
Tessa glanced at the full, gleaming balloons. "You've done okay zo far."
Riko explained the situation with this particular balloon at some length, gesticulating vigorously and ending with throwing her arm out in imitation of the potential explosion.
"Doesn't seem too hard", Tessa said and gave the loon a firm squeeze.
Ree yanked it out of her grip. "Oh no you don't! You'll burst it!"
The sudden movement made the loon deflate. "Now look what you did", Riko whined.
Tessa protested. "I did? Try again - I'll help."
She wrapped her fingers tightly around the main part so her friend could blow up the ears first. With them fully formed she pinched off the connections while Ree inflated the rest, ending up with a perfectly passable latex shape, much to her own surprise.
"I did it, Kiki!"
“So you did", Teresa noted. "Shall I tie it for you?"
"Please" Riko said, relinquishing the rubber.
Her counterpart took it with a smile, but then drew a humongous breath that expanded her chest nearly as much as the balloon and blew all of it into the unsuspecting latex. To Fifi's utter chagrin and horror the mouse bulged out beyond salvation and popped right in Kiki's mouth.
"Oh noo!"
With a smirk the Latina picked up the airship and dug her long, red nails into it. There came a brief creak followed by a dull boom and the fat cylinder was no more. Ree stood transfixed while the final balloons met a similar fate as a mere afterthought.
"I am finished!", she wailed.
"Why should you be?" Tessa asked, picking up the note. "I wrote zis."
It was hard to tell if Riko was more relieved than angry. She slapped the prankster's shoulder without any force to talk about.
"Oh, you nazty naughtie! Made me think they were throwing another party!"
She was met with an indifferent grin.
"Zat's what you get for leaving me to clean ze toilets on my own. Now come on - ze paddle pool needs topping up."
Riko nodded a bit guiltily and followed her out, ending the video. It would be a worthy addition to the member benefits and I'd made sure to thank them properly in writing. They'd get a call too once the comments started coming in.
Kriss had a chuckle when I showed her. "No way I'd trust the help with that though."
It was about what I'd thought she'd say. I nuzzled her neck.
“Let’s sneak down and blow some tunes together. I love making sweet music with you.”
The smile I got illuminated the entire house. She reached out for my hand to lead me straight to rehearsals, or rather just good times. We spent more than an hour just trying things out musically, and then another hour on more physical exercises before going back to our instruments. And I was walking on clouds the entire time. I finally felt just skilled enough to please Krissie in both those departments and was actually unwilling to stop. But she reminded me we should probably eat something. I rose with some reluctance but Kriss pulled me into the warmest, closest embrace imaginable.
"You're everything I've ever wanted, Chellie." She blew in my ear. "The rest's just the cake on the Cherry."
I couldn't help smiling as I kissed her. "Stupid."
"Let's go out or we'll get stuck in the kitchen again."
We went to one of the more popular restaurant chains because it was easiest that way, had a decent meal, and while settling the bill and slightly overtipping Kriss asked if they happened to have any spare balloons of the kind decorating the place. The server may or may not have recognized the bribe but brought back a rather generous handful before wishing us welcome back. My wife gave her most dazzling, grateful grin in return and had started to blow one of the advertisements up before even exiting the place. We were maybe halfway to the car when it burst, so anyone checking her out would have caught the entire show. And that did things to me.
She laughed heartily, as if having set off a firecracker. "Try one, Chel!"
I took the offered balloon and inflated it as thoroughly as Kriss did her second one, pausing to see what she'd do with the overfilled, necked globe. She drew a deep breath and blew until it too exploded and I followed her example, joining in the following giggle. Then we wasted no time getting home and making love yet again, finishing the evening with a few more songs and a prolonged session in bed. As Saturdays go it could have been worse.

Breakfast saw Kriss breaking into a chuckle for no good reason until she showed me her phone and the cause. Someone had posted a tabloid link on her Twitter, a brief gossip note with an accompanying photo of us blowing up those eatery loons together.
'Crystal Mackenzie was spotted fooling around with her wife outside a restaurant in her native Las Vegas, clearly having a great time with their balloons.'
Technically untrue since she wasn't born here, but otherwise the pic didn't lie. I hoped the amateur paparazzi had gotten something more out of it than just a small gratuity from the site.
Kriss walked around and rubbed my shoulders. "Wanna have another great time?"
"Does it involve loons?"
"If you want. There's something I want to try."
"Bring it."
She walked off and returned wearing a strapon, balancing a pile of 12-inchers on a small stack of encyclopedias made obsolete by Google. She tossed the latex on the table and put the books on the floor. Then she dragged a barstool over from the counter.
"Drop the robe and get on."
I caught her drift and wondered how this would play out. Sitting down and bending forward was easy enough but granting her full access took some positioning. It wasn't too comfortable until she grabbed my ass and thrust the toy all the way into my pussy, and then it got interesting. And hot as hell. I groaned and writhed against the smooth surface and minutes passed before I remembered the loons by my elbow. I quickly snatched one up and began to blow as hard as I could, each puff tightening my privates around the shaft Krissie was driving into them. It felt incredible and I hadn't even noticed the balloon growing when a sudden bang reminded me. I needed more of that wonderful intensity and blew up another until it popped as well, prompting Kriss to ask if everything was ok.
"As long as you keep fucking me!"
"Moment - need another book."
She pulled out to adjust the height and that briefly made me contemplate assault, but the new angle and the vigor it allowed made me forget all about that as I sent an unsuspecting loon through a forceful expansion to an even more violent end. By then I couldn't blow any more, just gasp and moan as Kriss brought me ever closer to the climax that made the entire world spin. It only made me hungry for more.
"You keep that on. We're trying out any and all furniture we haven't yet."
That turned out to be a worthwhile pursuit, and even if I'm not as agile as Kim we discovered a slew of new possibilities. When there's a will, there's a way - and here were two wills and plenty of ways.
Kriss absolutely insisted on swapping places after lunch and when all was said and done we hadn't broken too many things, except perhaps some stamina records. The hot tub recovery for once stayed restful.
"I love being home alone with you", I sighed. "But maybe it's lucky we have our diversions or we'd be doing this all the time."
"All the fucking time", Kriss purred. "But it's nice once in a while. I love you so much."
Then I told her how much I loved her and the whole thing turned into something of a competition that's not worth repeating. It was frankly repetitive enough on its own.

I took the time to post Lexi’s stint at solo-hosting a superheroine episode as it was the proper day for it. It felt kinda odd having delayed it so long, but better late than never. Except perhaps in the case of certain X-rates scenes.
Anyway, while she'd sported the exact same hue as She-Hulk, the clothing, hair and makeup had changed enough to give the impression of an entirely different character. The metallic details on her face gleamed in the studio lights as the show started.
"Hello! As Kimber's still out of town I'm standing in for her. In case you can't tell, under all this I'm Alexis Riley - her wife. Though I'm supposed to look like the subject of today's Superheroine Sunday - Gamora from 'Guardians of the Galaxy'. In the movies she was portrayed by Zoe Saldana, who's made quite a career of playing colorful space ladies - green in that one, blue in 'Avatar' and her natural hue in the Star Trek reboot."
A very specific kind of typecasting, sort of how Miranda Richardson tends to order beheadings a lot.
"A great actress and my favorite in the Marvel movies I've seen."
Which, to be fair, wasn't that many and Tessa Thompson only lost due to lack of screentime.
"But I'm here to talk about Gamora, who's also known as 'The Deadliest Woman in the Universe’ - big shoes to fill for someone who was only ever meant to be a support character according to her creator, Jim Starlin. As she first appeared in 1975 and remained virtually unknown until her movie debut in 2014 one has to believe him. She’s the last of her kind since the rest of her species was subjected to genocide, but who committed it depends on what story you’re looking at. One would think there’d be a definite answer to such a big thing but so far there’s been three different perpetrators.”
‘So far’ being a necessary caveat. For all I knew it could change again.
“In the movies it was Thanos, the purple stone-faced baddie who’s her adoptive father in all versions. He trained her to fight and made her near unbeatable in combat - and yet she was not only defeated but raped as well on her first solo outing. So daddy had to step in and pick her up, and it’s implied it only happened because she disobeyed his orders. He dished out her rightful vengeance as well before making her even stronger with cybernetic implants.”
There was a certain edge to Lexi’s voice as she knew the overall tone of the script.
“Gamora went on to have adventures with Adam Warlock and Pip the Troll, and if you’re playing second fiddle to those guys you know you’re not exactly a household name. Even as part of the comic’s Guardians of the Galaxy Gamora failed to make a splash, since basically no one knew who they were. The movie was expected to fail for that reason but since there weren’t any expectations it did much better than anyone had thought - in part because the protagonists were essentially brand new characters using established names. Gamora was still trained by Thanos but much more his agent, and had an antagonistic relationship with her adoptive sister Nebula - who’d been an unrelated space pirate in the comics. That rivalry along with Gamora’s attempts to break with her father and her comical misunderstanding of Earth customs made her far more interesting than she’d ever been in print and more movies might…”
At that point Kim entered, dressed in her most heroic garb. She took a seat with what came across as a rhetorical question.
"Excuse me - mind if I cut in?"
Alex looked up in delighted surprise. "Wonder Kimber! Why, of course not!"
"Thank you." Kim turned to the viewers. "I just came in to address a point."
She glanced down and made as if digging into a pocket.
"It won't take too long" the returning presenter said as she produced a bright green but empty latex pouch and extended it towards her co-host. ”In the meantime, could you…?”
“Sure”, Lex said, took the balloon and blew it up while Kim kept talking. It came across as just giving her something to do - if the loon had a purpose, it wasn’t apparent. It slowly but surely grew into a magnificent pear shape which Alex tied off without drawing undue attention to herself. Kimber, at least, paid her no heed at all.
“You may know that Marvel and DC are comic book giants and rivals - but they agree on one thing, and that is the word ’superhero’ should be trademarked and belong to them alone. They actually have joint custody of the term and crack down very hard on anyone else using it. No word on whether they split the legal fees as well. But that’s the reason you may hear other heroes described as ’supers’, ’capes’ or even ’hoagies’. They haven’t said anything about us using it yet, either because we’ve only applied it to their own creations - or more likely, we’re small enough to fly under their radar.”
Wouldn't surprise me to get a cease-n'-desist at any time though, which contributed to the next part.
“Oh, there’s one more thing they have in common. More often than not their female characters mainly exist to suffer indignities that’ll showcase the emotional reactions of males. It’s been summed up as ’women in refrigerators’ after one of the more extreme examples - the poor gal who was strangled and stuffed into her boyfriend’s fridge just to surprise and traumatize him. He got over it quickly enough, but then again he was the Green Lantern.”
Or one of them. I was ever so grateful I'd never had cause to write about those fellas.
“Nowadays that phenomenon is known as ‘fridging’, and if you haven’t kept up to date with the recent movies it happened to both Black Widow and Gamora. Spoiler alert, sorry”, she added without even a hint of contrition.
Well, if you had even the slightest interest in those stories you already knew anyway.
"It doesn't really feel like a coincidence that from a cast consisting mainly of men not one but two women were singled out to be…"
Throughout the lecture Alex had just been sitting there, idly toying with the balloon as she waited for her wife to either finish or get to some kind of point. Which Kim did - a literal one. Without any buildup or warning she took out a pin and burst the balloon. A pop and a jump cut later, Lexi had vanished along with the latex. There were some green shreds left on the desk but it was up to the viewer to decide where those came from.
“...offed just like that. And while most everyone else could be brought back to life with space magic, the leading ladies had to remain gone to somehow prove death’s not cheap. Which under those circumstances is downright laughable.”
But no laughing matter. Kim shook her head and went on.
"Though there have been many awesome displays of girl power in comics over the years, the tendency to victimize and brutalize females is both disproportionate and distasteful. And it frankly doesn't feel right to condone that. While I may like the characters, I don't like how they're treated."
She wasn't just being my mouthpiece - we'd all talked it over and some people who shall remain unnamed even thought I wasn't being hard enough.
“So this will be the final Superheroine Sunday. Hope you’ve learned a bit more about those ladies - and seen the reasons I’m not keeping this up.”
Should have been enough deaths and wheelchairs and mental issues for just about anyone to catch on. Wonder Kimber made a final statement.
"Oh, by the way - unlike some heroes, I can set things right with a snap."
Her fingers made a sharp noise and Alex returned as the broken bits disappeared. The green girl smirked at the camera, finishing the episode as well as starting it.
"And that's how it's done. Like and subscribe if you agree - heck, do it even if you don't. We have more tricks you won't see in big-budget blockbusters."

And that, as they say, was that. It was the first chapter definitely closed on the show and while some would miss it I certainly wasn't among them.
And just as I'd known, there were detractors. Several commenters pointed out how unfair it was to call the very ‘necessary’, ‘dignified’ and ‘plot-relevant’ deaths fridging, but I simply sorted them mentally under the HUAC heading - Head Up the Ass Cases. Yeah, yeah, Iron Man stayed dead too but everyone knows that’s only because Bobby was too expensive to keep on the payroll. My point stands.
“I’m glad that’s over with”, Kim said, calling from the hotel. “Was a headache to memorize.”
I shook my head. “Be happy you didn’t have to do the research.”
“And I’m still pissed about Gamora. Loved ’Guardians’.”
“I hear you’re not alone.”
She looked petulant. “Nixy’s never getting fridged or I’ll declare it non-canon.
“What about her girlfriend?” Kriss asked.
“Oh, any kind of cosmic puncture repair kit they can think of will fix her.”
As far as I knew no comics lady had been outright popped yet and I hope I’m not giving any writer ideas.
Lexi arrived fresh from the shower and I asked if it’d been a before or after sex one.
She licked Kim’s cheek. “Between, I hope.”
"Get busy and get some rest", I suggested. "You're gonna need it tomorrow."

Which couldn't dawn soon enough. The girls took an early flight back and we’d hired a ride for them since an airport pickup would be agony for whoever got stuck behind the wheel. They more or less ran up the driveway and Kriss and I might have been injured in being bowled over if we hadn't had the foresight to blow up the same welcome mattress that greeted me and Lex after our Arizona trip. Kim was humping my leg like the bitch in heat she was until I told her to come sit on my face, and Kriss and Lex were kissing so fiercely you'd think they were about to eat each other. Which they of course were.
Before long the whole thing turned into a veritable fuck fest with rubbing and grinding and grinning all over the place, no one caring much where it went. The sheer joy of reuniting and reclaiming made that irrelevant - the only thing that mattered was the rightness of it all.
And that was the day the bloody mattress decided to burst. The sudden collapse was a bit of a mood-killer, but we managed to laugh it off and it didn't take long to reignite things in a proper bed.
Just saying hi can take all morning, if you do it right.

[Harley]

EPISODE 70

There was no resting period to speak of. The merch orders notwithstanding we had to catch up a bit on content-making, taking it easy with one trivia show and one with Kim basically retelling her experience of being on an actual talkshow. I enjoyed her describing the process, not only because it saved me some scriptwork. But even if the content was unremarkable Kimber still insisted on more loons than usual in the studio to mark her triumphant return and drafted me to help blow them up. That wasn't much of a chore and the hard part was not exchanging knowing glances with Kim over what the members would think of the setup video.
I really enjoyed inflating those decorations alongside her, and pretended not to notice how she deliberately started overfilling one. The orange orb grew a long neck as she kept blowing, seemingly distracted by looking for where to put it, and the sudden explosion could have passed for an accident. She certainly tried playing up that angle with almost genuine surprise. I simply tossed her a fresh one and tied off my own loon at a far safer size.
In the end the room looked suitably festive without tipping into party territory and the shoots turned out well enough - as did our post-filming ritual. I'd kinda missed those and did my best to make up for lost time. So did Kim, for that matter.

I was also caught alone by Lex who came up and put her face close to mine.
"I have something to tell you." Our brows touched. "I want you to blow me right here and now."
I didn't hesitate, just pushed her against the wall, dropped to my knees and obeyed. Her delighted gasp sounded like she'd half expected I wouldn't do it. As if.
I made quick work of her and she was still panting when I pulled her underwear back up.
"Now you've done it", I said. "I'm gonna fully expect these things out of nowhere in the future."
"If that's what happens, sure…"
"And don't you dare try to offer something in return. I'll let you know what I want when I want it."
A happy sigh escaped her. "Do."
Then I took the chance to simply hold her for a bit and ask for more stories about her week. Lexi revealed as much as she was allowed to, which wasn't a lot, but it was clear she'd enjoyed herself. I couldn't wait to see the results.

Speaking of seeing results, it was time to discover how Kriss’ school project had turned out. We were to arrive well ahead of time to accompany her for the final preparations and find a good recording spot - Kimber would do a feature on the concert for her next episode and needed some footage of the performance. Nothing special about that, really. My main problem was deciding what to put on. It wasn’t like we were going to a night at the opera, but the occasion still felt at least semi-formal. I imagined what all the relatives in attendance might wear and decided a neat blazer and blouse would do, along with some decent jewelry. Kim naturally wanted to look her best and finally found a use for the dress my wife had bought her on the previous L.A. trip. She made me proud by deciding to not wear any accessories apart from bangles and earrings. Shows she can restrain herself whenever she likes.
Of course, that didn’t keep Kriss from dressing up in white tie and tails as befitting an orchestra conductor. But what with the outfit having been made to measure and her looking so goddamn good in it I couldn’t fault her for taking the opportunity to show off. She’d tied some of her hair back, but only the strands that could easily fall into her eyes. The rest of it hung down like always and had been brushed a tad more neatly than usual.
Lexi chose a straight wig and a navy dress that made her look the most ladylike of us all and the one who’d probably stand out the least in that crowd. If she hadn’t been so tall, that is.
Anyway, there was at least an hour to spare when we entered the auditorium, the doors still closed to the general public. Most of the young performers were huddled around Mr. Jenkins, who wore a slightly darker suit than the last time I saw him. The rest were attired in burgundy and gold, though I’d expected the jackets to be of the closed-to-the-neck variety with various buttons and cords. These were more like suits worn over white shirts and the kind of school tie Kriss had gotten for herself. The shiny metallic stripes along the trouser legs, around the cuffs and on the shoulders made up for the lack of dangly bits. Lex smiled at the sight and was probably thinking of Kriss suddenly deciding to match the band.
One excitable young lady caught sight of my wife and hurried up to her.
”Miss Kriss! Sabotage! Someone’s deflated Lotta!”
If she'd hoped for a big reaction she might have been disappointed. ”Popped her or just pulled the plug?”
The girl either didn’t understand the difference or was too upset to stop the flow. ”And they stole the pump!”
By now others had joined us and there was a bit of hubbub as greetings, compliments and comments came in hard and fast and overlapping. Eventually the situation was made clear - the gig wasn’t in jeopardy but would have to be played without the oversized mascot as part of the backdrop. She was currently a rather pathetic - if not comical - flat heap on the stage floor. I knew what would happen next and, admit it, so do you.
Kriss turned to the music teacher. "The rest in order, Joe?”
”Yes, thank god. They didn’t do anything else.”
”Guess you’ve looked for the compressor.”
”Everywhere nearby. I called the janitor of course but there’s no spare.”
”Would take too long finding alternatives. This looks like a job for ’Iron Lungs’ Mackenzie.”
It'd be pointless trying to stop her. We all watched as she strode over to a piano chair, pulled it to the stricken otter, flipped her coat tails back over the set and planted herself to play a solo for giant inflatable in Awe Major. And discovered the hose was intended for mechanical use. It was possible to blow into it, but not comfortably.
"I need a tuba mouthpiece and some duct tape", she said and delivered a second gigantic breath.
She must have known there was such a thing among the band supplies and the day I find a stage without any rolled adhesive I'm calling the authorities. With the makeshift connection in place Kriss put in some truly remarkable puffs, but then the unthinkable happened.
”Lex, mind taking over for a bit? Have to check on things.”
Crystal Mackenzie asked for help. In front of witnesses. The end times might be near.
Lexi was all too happy to assist and swapped places to continue the inflation while Kriss took care of other practicalities. Me and Kim went to set up the camera properly and were frankly less surprised about the recent turn of events than we should have been. Kim's speculation was delivered with remarkable indifference.
"Think who did this knew what would happen and wanted to see it?"
I didn't rule out the possibility.
"To be honest I don't care right now. What worries me is what Kriss will do if there isn't time to finish it."
Postponing the show in favor of blowing up the backdrop would be a stretch even for her, but not unthinkable. We shot a few angle tests before leaving the cam on the tripod and went back down to check on Alex. She'd managed to fill enough of the sturdy plastic with her breath to make it turn into a puffy lump and was completely focused on making it rise even more.
The sight bordered on the absurd - a lovely lady in her evening finery doing such strenuous work, putting tremendous effort into inflating a ridiculous-looking school mascot on a stage set up for a serious concert. With every inhale the straps of her gown rose along with the broad, powerful shoulders and her smooth cheeks bulged out immensely on each exhale. The pace wasn't leisurely either - Lex was working crazy hard to meet the schedule and it showed. She looked up at Kim's greeting and held out the hose towards her.
"Be an angel and take a turn, Blondie", she panted.
Kim shrugged with a smile, sat down and did as asked, only pausing to tell me I should record it for posterity. I took her phone and started filming, happy everyone else's attention was on Kriss. Because the way Kimber performed her freshly discovered duty would have been a serious distraction. It wasn't just how she made the task seem so natural and workman-like - if I haven't made it abundantly clear by now, our Kimmy is gorgeous. That dress made it more evident than ever, and while puffing with all the force and speed she could muster she still took a moment to glance up and wink at the camera. The scene would have her viewers spellbound, if Lexi's gaze was anything to go by.
Kim kept going for several minutes, then turned to me.
"Hey boss, care to spare your fair share of air?"
"How long did you work on that?" I asked while swapping places. It hadn't been a question of if I would have to, only when.
While I sat there doing my utmost to keep up I was again reminded of Dodo. The otter was way smaller but the method of inflation much the same. I dreaded the day Kimber would suggest bringing the dino back for an 'On the Air' appearance - another matter of 'when'. For the moment she seemed content with filming my struggle, though.
I was starting to run out of breath when Kriss reappeared.
"Poor Chellie! Gimme that!"
In moments she was back on the job, going at it with amazing zeal. By now the short, stumpy legs had filled up and the body was starting to take shape. I was happy the only concession the designer had made to gender was a shock of blonde hair - Lotta was thankfully almost completely desexualized. Although I guessed some people were probably still quite taken with her.
We kept taking turns helping inflate the darn thing, Kriss frequently dashing off to supervise this or that. I saw her walk around and personally straighten, tighten or in extreme cases entirely redo every tie in the ensemble, stressing that details matter. And by being so immaculately attired herself no one could accuse her of hypocrisy. Setting an example is the best way to inspire, and I hoped we were doing our part in that regard as well. We certainly put all we had into the task at hand while Kim made sure there'd be photographic evidence. With all that huffing and puffing Lotta had no choice but to fill up and swell out, and some way or another we managed to blow her full of air with minutes left of the clock.
Kriss graciously accepted the offer to be the one topping her off, and blew in the final gigantic breaths in a professional and stately manner while her students whooped and cheered. Kimber had me film it for the show so she could pop into view to wipe her brow and exclaim:
"Whew! That's a lotta otter!"
I let it slide because it was true to the style, and besides, she'd earned it by having contributed at least a quarter of the critter's contents. The huge effigy stood grinning inanely at the auditorium and no one would ever guess what it had taken to bring her to shape. I was forever grateful the valve had been located on her foot because the way we'd inflated Bowser wouldn't have been appropriate in front of young, impressionable minds. Or rather, would have caused snickering on an unprecedented scale.

Kriss restored her hair and clothes to perfection and hugged the whole family before sending us off to our seats. The clattering of musicians getting their equipment in place increased before a brief silence signaled the calm before the storm. Then the doors opened on the murmuring of the waiting crowd, which grew louder as they approached and sat down before dying away almost completely. The stage was bathed in enough light to make the brass instruments gleam and sparkle, although there was a string section, woodwinds and percussion as well. Kriss did mention those sections had attended her classes even if she personally had little to teach them beyond general guidance, even if they'd gotten extra attention when she wasn't present. I hoped no egos had been bruised by the collab as the marching band undeniably was in focus. They were by far the most numerous anyway. Maybe some disgruntled violinist had attempted to bring the event to a more cultural level by removing the team mascot, but I doubted it. They had all seemed genuinely happy at having Lotta reinflated - which made it feel totally worthwhile.
The players looked very proper and presentable in their uniforms, the black gold-bordered lapels adding an extra touch of neatness. I asked Lexi what she thought of them.
"I so wanna see you guys in that", she whispered back. "And her."
'Her' of course being Kriss, who was presently introduced after a welcome speech by Mr. Jenkins that summarized what the students had been up to under her supervision. He stated she'd be conducting the performance in person and finished with the mandatory
"Ladies and gentlemen - Crystal Mackenzie."
There was a polite applause that intensified quite a bit as Kriss confidently strode up to the podium and took a deep bow. She looked so dignified, so handsome and so much in charge I could have popped with pride and excitement right then and there. If instead of a baton she'd brought out a balloon and inflated it I probably would have. But she played her part perfectly, tapped the stand for attention, raised her hands and set the whole thing in motion.

A loud, harmonious blast let everyone know the game was on and from that moment the evening was in equal parts enjoyable and nerve wracking. I prayed to whoever might be listening to not let Kriss screw up - a sour note here and there was expected and a complete non-issue, but the orchestra leader making a mess of things would be infinitely worse. At the moment we only had a back view of her, but it was clear she was lost to the world for now. I wondered how it'd feel to zone out like that and become one with the music. From what I could tell it was far from unpleasant. She seemed rather relaxed, which was more than could be said for some of the players. Most looked very focused, with a hint of worry here and there. I'd been more surprised if there hadn't been any signs of performance anxiety. What was somewhat baffling was that a few of the brass players for some reason had chosen to emulate Krissie's style, puffing their cheeks out more than recommended. A clear minority, but still. Understandable with the tuba players but far less traditional with smaller instruments. I liked there was no gender bias, with a couple of guys doing it too. Hopefully they felt comfortable with it and, more importantly, that it didn't interfere with the playing. It sounded good to my ears at least and since Lex wasn't wincing it couldn't be too bad.
I recognized most of the pieces but would be hard pressed to put titles or composers to them. I've got the printed program lying around somewhere but there wouldn't be much point listing the contents here. What stood out was the lack of solos, which was in keeping with the team spirit. Also, a couple of the songs were decidedly string-heavy, making sure they weren't just there for inclusiveness.
After about an hour of old-timey greatest hits the concert planners managed to spring a small surprise for the finale. There was the recognizable buildup from Beethoven's Ninth and halfway through that a number of fresh students filed in from both sides to take center stage. The circumstances, the way they arranged themselves and the fact they were dressed like the others made me realize it must be the school choir.
Sure enough, right on cue and at Kriss' command they began to sing 'Ode to Joy' at full force. I mentioned it a while back and say what you like, it's one of the most powerful pieces of music ever written. Too bad old Ludwig never really got to hear it himself. This version was a bit more staccato than usual, making it somewhat reminiscent of a fight song while preserving the general flavor. The brassy bursts and cymbal crashes were what set it apart - and actually made for a cool listening experience.
After calling for the final stop Kriss immediately spun around to bow once more, showing they had no intention trying to outdo that - which would have been difficult. The audience responded with applause that turned into a standing ovation and it was soon clear they wouldn't leave without an encore.
This would have been the perfect time to play the school song - but those usually start at college level and I doubted there was a local one this side of Reno. Instead we were surprised by the opening strains of 'The Bare Necessities' - must have been stuck in Krissie's head since New Years. Regardless, the listeners reacted with far less decorum than before and while the piece was low-key at first it soon erupted into full-blown, swinging orchestral majesty. The melody started over and the choired joined in with the lyrics while the band toned their part down enough to avoid drowning out the singers. Somehow it all worked and I realized Kriss hadn't been joking when she said Mr. Jenkins was a wiz at arrangements. The entire concert had been well adapted for the ensemble and I had serious doubts my wife could have managed that on her own.
After a jubilant finish the performers rose to acknowledge the cheering in the usual fashion and the teacher came up as well to receive his due praise before thanking everyone in attendance and bringing the evening to a close. I kept clapping along with everyone else, amazed at how everything had turned out. I had no idea whether Kriss had done a good job or not but she'd kept the music going without hangups and that was all that mattered. If nothing else there was a distinct lack of booing.
As a majority of the spectators evacuated the room I let Kriss have her moment with the band and various fans and well-wishers. Lex hung back while I filmed Kimber talking to audience members and whatever parts of the band that didn't appear too busy. Routine work, really, at least in comparison to the pre-show shenanigans. We did get a lot of cred for those, so that's something.

Eventually we managed to convey the conductor all the way home, and then she received the just rewards for bringing the long and arduous project to a close. I made her stand still in the bedroom while we relieved her of any and all garments, slowly unwrapping her like the most wonderful present ever. I lay back on the bed with a strapon at the ready and as Kriss straddled me I guided it deep inside her. She bent down over me to make room for Lex and watching over her shoulder I saw our lover gently entering the back door, making my wife cry out "YES!" with such joy it made my heart skip a beat.
Kim approached our slowly rocking forms with a playful, petulant whine.
"No opening for me?"
Krissie turned her head for kisses and Kim delivered a few slow and deliberate ones. Then she puckered up and blew into her mouth which was all it took to finish round one. Once Kriss had stopped twitching around it was time for a change of place and equipment so we rotated around the lady in the middle and did it all over again. She lasted longer this time but still ended up coming just as hard and after the third and final swap she outright begged us to keep going but in the end couldn't hold back any more. She pulled away from Lexi's lips because the noises were both loud and drawn-out, and before they were quite over and done with I leaned forward to press my boobs against her back and my chin over her shoulder.
"You magnificent bitch, if you still want more you only have to say the word."
"The word."
We ditched the toys and propped Lexi up with every pillow in reach so Kriss could use her breasts as headrests. I pulled a big, blue balloon from the nightstand and turned to my wife.
"What's a celebration without loons? But since it's in your honor I think you should have the honor of blowing it up."
Kriss accepted with a sensual, open-mouthed smile, inhaling even before settling back into place. She began to blow up the sturdy sphere while I went down to put my mouth to work as well. I heard her breaths whoosh into the rubber, going slowly to make the moment last. Every couple of puffs Kim leaned in to tenderly refill her lungs from her own, and knowing how much Kriss loves that I sucked extra hard at those points. And while we were busy servicing our beloved me and Kim took the opportunity to please ourselves as well, spare hands taking care of needs that had grown quite urgent. As Krissie's blowing and moaning turned louder and louder my fingers worked me into a frenzy and I had to stop licking because I got too busy coming. Kriss didn't stop though and when I was fit to go on the balloon was just about ready to burst. But then Kim threw her head back with a sudden shout, knocking the overinflated latex away and leaving Kriss completely at my mercy.
"Keep blowing…" she pleaded and Kim recovered enough to give her blowkiss after blowkiss until she too popped, in a manner of speaking.
By now Lex was biting her lip in frustration and Kriss rolled away to give her a chance to catch up. Her hand had barely landed between her thighs when Kim shoved her face in for the finish, and watching that was hotter than any porn. Kriss tracked down her escaped loon and held it to Lexi's mouth, and while the brown beauty did her best to puff it up her focus kept getting broken by Kimmy's relentless efforts. There were a lot gasps and whooshes and moans and yelps and soon Krissie had to take over the inflation as Lex was far too distracted. Earth-shaking orgasms have that effect. But instead of blowing it to bursting Kriss only filled it a little above the recommended size and tied it off to mark the event, leaving it in a corner while we tried to bring ourselves back to something resembling normalcy.
The big, blue and beautiful balloon felt somewhat wasted in that place and I couldn’t resist picturing what would have happened if she’d opened the public performance by inflating it and batting it into the seats. Had been fun to see if it would’ve been passed around over people’s heads at that kind of concert as well, or if someone would have put it away to keep things suitably solemn. Pretty sure no one would have dared popping it on purpose, anyway.
"A lot more than I bargained for tonight", Kriss remarked with a grin.
"Special occasions call for special treatment." I turned to Lex. "And when your flick opens you're getting the same."
"Fuck yeah", she groaned.
"When will I get it?" Kim wondered.
"Whenever you want."
"Won't be the same if I have to ask."
Would have to be a surprise then. Fine by me.
After the usual goodnights we all snuggled down for the night, Kriss settling into the embrace we long ago had discovered worked perfectly for us. Her tired whisper was comfortably close.
"Chellie, would you be okay making love first thing in the morning?"
"More than okay."
And it sure was.

Apart from our own footage various online coverages of the show appeared over the following days, though with a perhaps unfair focus on Kriss. The school news naturally had a field day with the mystery of the missing compressor, noting that while the equipment had been found the perpetrator had not. I was actually more curious than I cared to admit.
It wasn't long before Kriss received an update, though.
"They've caught the culprit", she announced. "A member of the chess club. Said it was a protest against the athletes getting all the attention, even when they're not playing."
Kim nodded. "Beware the meek ones."
"How did they find out?” I asked.
"His co-conspirators ratted him out for mucking it up so he fingered them in turn."
"Checkmate", Kim said and I didn't bother to correct her even if I think that'd be more of a draw.
Kriss simply ignored it. "So if we hadn't blown up that otter he might have gotten away!'
Nancy Drew, eat your heart out.
Then I couldn't help snickering at the thought of her solving a case that way. Don't think the author would get a shot at another book.
"So will they be expelled, or what?" Lex said. "Must be some kind of punishment, right?"
"Make them puff the damn thing up", I proposed.
Kriss grinned. "Uncruel but unusual. Though somehow I doubt they'd manage."
Kim displayed an unexpected mean streak. "Have them give a spoken apology. In public."
"And in verse", I added. "Nice one. I think some would rather die."
Not sure about kids these days, but I remembered some classmates' opinions.
"Might just suggest, nay, demand that", Kriss said. "They did make things a bit complicated."
"I see the pot's calling the kettle again."
"Awkward, then."
Kim smiled. "At least for some people."
If she'd noticed something I didn't want to know. It's an impressionable age and once again I hoped no one had gotten an interest that hadn't been there before. Seeing your crush play an instrument might have the same effect, of course, but we couldn't be blamed for that.

[ChillinHaze]

Ah, here we go again with the girls blowing up ridiculously large things. Poor Lotta! Really bad school spirit to deflate your own mascot!