I developed My Fetish for Balloons Before Puberty hit but once it did I was already up to Speed by Middle Shool when it hit.
One day in reading class our teacher Paula had us each take a letter at random out of a fishbowl. Our assignment was to use as many words in a paragraph or story starting with our respective letters. I picked the letter "P". I said to My teacher, "Hey That's Your Name." I told her I was trying to think of as many "P" words as I could. She told Me that the best way was to draw a picture in My mind then describe it by writing it out on Paper
I Wasn't into porn and seeing women naked but I enjoyed drawing My own pictures of Women as I desired them in My imagination. It was long before the internet so it was pretty much all I had. I decided to draw "Paula" the way I would like to see her in My imagination.
I now had a Subject for My story but needed more material to put it together. I had a paper route after school that took Me through a Dollar/Variety store as a Shortcut. They sold these Massive 30" Punchballs for $1. They often over inflated them to the point where they would Burst loudy in the fishnet display where they kept them. I loved going through that store and experiencing that. I bought Two uninflated Pink and Purple punchballs and put them in My paper bag to play with later when I got home.
I was alone in My room trying to put My Story together to get My homework done but the Need to Loon around for a bit overtook Me. I kept thinking of Paula playing with My Punchball. After reaching a satisfying blissfull climax on My Big Pink Punchball I put My imagination down on paper just as Paula suggested.
I drew a Picture of Paula as a Big Beautiful Woman. She was Perfect right out of My imagination. Long Flowing Red Hair, Big Breasts, Skinny waist, Sexy peirced belly button, wide hips, thick thighs. She was wearing a pink & purple two piece bikini. She was wearing too much Pink & Purple Makeup and Her nails were done in Pink & Purple also.
I drew Paula Sitting on Top of a Big Purple Punchball. Her feet were completely off the floor as The punchball was Holding Her up. She was Holding a Long Sexy Pearl Headed Pin In Her Hand in the First Picture. The Second Picture Showed Paula looking down at Her Deflating punchball with several tiny holes leaking Air as She was riding it down. The Air rushing out of the Balloon was Blowing Her Beautiful strands of Hair up in the Air and Another Hole was near Her "Sacred Place" with a carefully placed finger gently at work. The Third picture Showed Paula dangling the Deflated, Spent Punchball by the rubber Band directly over a Trash can ready to drop it in. She had an exasperated, Sad, Sexy, Satisfied look on Her pouting face.
The Story caption Read; "I'm Paula & Presently I'm Perched on Top of a Pretty Purple Punchball Pumped up Nice and Plump with Plenty of Pressure holding Me Up. Perhaps The Piont of My Pear headed Pin would be Perfect to Prick, Poke, Penetrate, Pop, and Puncture Plenty enough Puny little Pinholes to Purge enough Pressure to Please My Perfect little Place, Let's see."
I got up to go to School the next Morning and My Notebook with My story & pictures of Paula and My purple punchball were Missing from My Paper/Book Bag. My heart was pounding because I dare not ask about it. I was flushed and worried about it All Day.
When the Time came to turn in our assignments I wasn't even called on to turn Mine in. Paula My teacher told Me that She needed to speak with Me after School. I was devastated & worried until We were alone after School. She Presented the Notebook to Me. I almost passed out! She said, "Wow You sure Popped a lot of 'P's' in Your Little Story!" She explained that My brother took My stuff & gave it to Her. She said She told My Brother that what He did to Me was Disgusting trying to Embarrasse Me and if He told anyone else She would Fail him for the Year.
I looked at My Paper & She gave Me a Perfect Score. She said I won a Prize for My work and She gave Me Back My Purple Punchball! She playfully snapped it back at Me like a Rubber Band. When I tried to Blow it up later that night for some "Fun Time", It was SO Full of Pinholes that I couldn't blow it up or Repair it! It got Me off.
Paula referred My Drawings of My imaginary Paula to My Art Teacher/Director. She was very inquisitive of My Drawings. She Asked Me who this Woman was and remarked how lifelike She Looked in Every Detail. I explained that I had a Balloon Fetish & That I got excited sexuaully when Beautiful Women pin popped balloons. I told Her that I wasn't into Porn or seeing women naked. I loved when women leave alot to the imagination. I told Her That this Girl comes to Me EVERY time I need Her. She lives in real life in My Immagination. She's perfect in Every way to Me. I draw her on paper exactly how I see Her like drawing on a Mirror. My Art teacher Said that She was "Gorgeous".
The Story is True. I was very skittish about My Balloon Fetish when I was Younger. It was quite a Release for Me to Have Two women teachers who didn't judge Me or Outcast Me for being Different. Each one Admired the fact that I wasn't like some other Boys out getting sevrral girls pregnant at the time. It's nice to be in company with fellow looners OF ALL TYPES and walks of life. Thanks for reading and not being ashamed.]
One day in reading class our teacher Paula had us each take a letter at random out of a fishbowl. Our assignment was to use as many words in a paragraph or story starting with our respective letters. I picked the letter "P". I said to My teacher, "Hey That's Your Name." I told her I was trying to think of as many "P" words as I could. She told Me that the best way was to draw a picture in My mind then describe it by writing it out on Paper
I Wasn't into porn and seeing women naked but I enjoyed drawing My own pictures of Women as I desired them in My imagination. It was long before the internet so it was pretty much all I had. I decided to draw "Paula" the way I would like to see her in My imagination.
I now had a Subject for My story but needed more material to put it together. I had a paper route after school that took Me through a Dollar/Variety store as a Shortcut. They sold these Massive 30" Punchballs for $1. They often over inflated them to the point where they would Burst loudy in the fishnet display where they kept them. I loved going through that store and experiencing that. I bought Two uninflated Pink and Purple punchballs and put them in My paper bag to play with later when I got home.
I was alone in My room trying to put My Story together to get My homework done but the Need to Loon around for a bit overtook Me. I kept thinking of Paula playing with My Punchball. After reaching a satisfying blissfull climax on My Big Pink Punchball I put My imagination down on paper just as Paula suggested.
I drew a Picture of Paula as a Big Beautiful Woman. She was Perfect right out of My imagination. Long Flowing Red Hair, Big Breasts, Skinny waist, Sexy peirced belly button, wide hips, thick thighs. She was wearing a pink & purple two piece bikini. She was wearing too much Pink & Purple Makeup and Her nails were done in Pink & Purple also.
I drew Paula Sitting on Top of a Big Purple Punchball. Her feet were completely off the floor as The punchball was Holding Her up. She was Holding a Long Sexy Pearl Headed Pin In Her Hand in the First Picture. The Second Picture Showed Paula looking down at Her Deflating punchball with several tiny holes leaking Air as She was riding it down. The Air rushing out of the Balloon was Blowing Her Beautiful strands of Hair up in the Air and Another Hole was near Her "Sacred Place" with a carefully placed finger gently at work. The Third picture Showed Paula dangling the Deflated, Spent Punchball by the rubber Band directly over a Trash can ready to drop it in. She had an exasperated, Sad, Sexy, Satisfied look on Her pouting face.
The Story caption Read; "I'm Paula & Presently I'm Perched on Top of a Pretty Purple Punchball Pumped up Nice and Plump with Plenty of Pressure holding Me Up. Perhaps The Piont of My Pear headed Pin would be Perfect to Prick, Poke, Penetrate, Pop, and Puncture Plenty enough Puny little Pinholes to Purge enough Pressure to Please My Perfect little Place, Let's see."
I got up to go to School the next Morning and My Notebook with My story & pictures of Paula and My purple punchball were Missing from My Paper/Book Bag. My heart was pounding because I dare not ask about it. I was flushed and worried about it All Day.
When the Time came to turn in our assignments I wasn't even called on to turn Mine in. Paula My teacher told Me that She needed to speak with Me after School. I was devastated & worried until We were alone after School. She Presented the Notebook to Me. I almost passed out! She said, "Wow You sure Popped a lot of 'P's' in Your Little Story!" She explained that My brother took My stuff & gave it to Her. She said She told My Brother that what He did to Me was Disgusting trying to Embarrasse Me and if He told anyone else She would Fail him for the Year.
I looked at My Paper & She gave Me a Perfect Score. She said I won a Prize for My work and She gave Me Back My Purple Punchball! She playfully snapped it back at Me like a Rubber Band. When I tried to Blow it up later that night for some "Fun Time", It was SO Full of Pinholes that I couldn't blow it up or Repair it! It got Me off.
Paula referred My Drawings of My imaginary Paula to My Art Teacher/Director. She was very inquisitive of My Drawings. She Asked Me who this Woman was and remarked how lifelike She Looked in Every Detail. I explained that I had a Balloon Fetish & That I got excited sexuaully when Beautiful Women pin popped balloons. I told Her that I wasn't into Porn or seeing women naked. I loved when women leave alot to the imagination. I told Her That this Girl comes to Me EVERY time I need Her. She lives in real life in My Immagination. She's perfect in Every way to Me. I draw her on paper exactly how I see Her like drawing on a Mirror. My Art teacher Said that She was "Gorgeous".
The Story is True. I was very skittish about My Balloon Fetish when I was Younger. It was quite a Release for Me to Have Two women teachers who didn't judge Me or Outcast Me for being Different. Each one Admired the fact that I wasn't like some other Boys out getting sevrral girls pregnant at the time. It's nice to be in company with fellow looners OF ALL TYPES and walks of life. Thanks for reading and not being ashamed.]