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I don't think I told this story on this board before, but sorry in advance if it's a repeat. If so I've copy pasted this from a PM chat I had over on VK with a friend about my first time BTP'ing a balloon. Just fair warning ahead of time, this one is kinda raunchy so I apologize in advance if its too much.

Anyways, here we go! I BTP'd my first balloon on my 12th birthday (it may have been 13th, I dunno.) All I knew was that about 3-4 years earlier I was scared as shit of balloons popping (I was scared any loud noises tbh), I taught myself to get over that fear, and popping balloons was now super fun to me even though it was still somewhat scary. Either way I was in about 7th grade at the time, and it was about a year after I had my first orgasm ever while innocently laying on a beautiful blue balloon. I had made the connection in my mind at that time that all the fun I was having discovering my new balloon popping hobby perhaps could be made into an even more "fun" activity. I guess I was learning about having a specific attraction to balloons, but I still didn't fully comprehend that I had a specific fetish for them yet.

I digress... it was my birthday. I had gotten home from school and I knew that my parents wouldn't be home for a couple more hours. So I had the house to myself before we would go out for my birthday dinner that evening. All day during school I was day dreaming about popping balloons, and had decided that when I got home I would throw myself my first private "balloon party" lol. I wanted to make it special, so I thought the best way to do that was to pop the most balloons I ever had at once (for that time. I of course got that record beat by more than 200 or so balloons now lol). So I imediately ran upstairs and start the arduous task of filling my room (by mouth btw... ugh! Thank God for inflators nowadays lol) with about 40 yellow 12" smiley face balloons that blew up to about 14" when tightly inflated. At that point in my life they were probably the biggest 12"ers I had ever encountered and I was so excited by the extra size they turned out to expand to. My plan was to just "let loose" and be as aggressive as I possibly could with destroying those balloons that day. I was popping them in all ways!

Back then my favorite popping methods was riding/grinding and STP. I used to love sit popping them and riding/grinding them bc really intense bouncing on full balloons would also make a louder pop, and I loved the feeling of the latex snapping against my skin when it finally would go off. My dick would get super hard from the bouncing. I feel silly for the slight brag (so sorry if it comes across as obnoxious) but I'm fortunate enough to have a nice big 8" (20 cm) dick. I only mention it because BTPing and bouncing on balloons with my hard dick was extra fun because the weight and length of it would make my dick bounce and jump all over the place, with a hypnotizing motion bouncing off of the bulging bulb and neck of the balloon before springing back up and slapping back against my abdomen with hot smacking sound and a heafty "thud" against me. In the past just that motion could make me cum! I STP'd a bunch of them, with their yellow latex straining against my wait before a beautiful BANG would echo against the room and shards of latex would go flying. It was so satisfying and exciting to watch. I can remember all the tension that would build up inside of me as I was still afriad of popping the balloon but desparately wanting it to BUST so badly at the same time.

I took a break to blow up maybe 5 or so more balloons that were slightly underinflated. I wanted to fuck them as hard as I could. Those loons we SOOOO HARD TO POP, and my dick sliding against the greasy balloon made it really hard to orgasm. So if I wanted any chance to cum, I would have to fuck and hump and squeeze the squishy balloon as HARD AS I POSSIBLY COULD until I would start sweating. I would lay on my stomach and grab the balloons by their bulb with both hands underneith me, and strain super hard trying to pull the balloon back against my crotch as I thrust with my hips over and over agaist my sqeezing. I could feel it as the neck would always protrude and grow while push back against me and my erection as the loon desperately stretched desperately trying not to EXPLODE underneath me. OMG it was so awesome!

Anyways, I was super scared to BTP a balloon at that point bc I thought the latex would hurt my face. But because that special birthday balloon session was so intense I just didn't fucking care! So I tried BTPing a balloon while fucking a bunch of them. I tried like 4 times but would chicken out and nail pop it in my face every time. By the time I was done with all the loons, I blew up a bunch more and tried to BTP one again. Simultaneously, I stomped on about 12 big yellow balloons that made HUGE BLASTS each time, one right after another. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! With each balloon pop stroked my self, and felt more and more brave, as if each loud explosion gave me more energy and I felt more and more powerful. Finally when I stompped on the last balloon, my head was spinning and I layed on my back on my bed. I was so fucking excited, I yelled, "I'm gonna fucking make this balloon explode!" I blew and blew and blew, and jerked my dick with my other hand. Suddenly, I shot a huge load all over my stomach. And while the orgasm was flowing through my body, the BALLOON FUCKING EXPLODED RIGHT IN MY FACE! The shards rained down on me, my ears rang, everything was in slow motion, and my vision got cloudy. The last thing I remember before passing out was saying out loud, "Happy Birthday to Me!"
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Mine's a bit different.

As a kid I was terrified of balloons (popping). I was probably like 5 and had come home early from a party two doors down because there were a lot of balloons. I knew perfectly well that I should be ashamed for leaving my friend's party early. (For you younger types: back in the Dark Ages we used to go to friends' houses by ourselves in our neighborhood all the time. It's not like my parents were freaked out - only confused that I came home only 30 minutes after the party started.)

I was sitting in my room, frustrated and angry at the fact that I was so scared of balloons. And then I had a weird fantasy... of being at a party with several other kids - but a very quiet sedate one, almost like a tea party. And there were balloon decorations, but it didn't matter to me at all. I was just a normal kid at the party.

And in that fantasy I was a girl, and I was wearing a dress. The balloon part of the fantasy was incidental to that day being my first understanding that I was transgender

It would take a while after that to get the exterior to match the interior, though.....
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Probably around my 13th birthday or so, first one i spent with my step dad.

He blew up lots of balloons, 14 inches and 17 inches I assume, decorated the house, and we played with them all day together.

Though after my party, he took down all the balloons, called me into the living room, and instructed me to burst all my birthday balloons to get rid of them.

He would grab one balloon after another and hold it down in his lap and he would instruct me to sit on the balloon and bounce on it with my butt until it burst, seeing as I was a big kid and it would be easy to me to sit bust them all, though the balloons were strong and put up a good fight.

Spent about an hour just bursting one balloon after the other, sometimes my step dad would burst them himself, squeeze them, or sit on them himself.

Although I wanted to keep the balloons and was still kind of scared of balloon busting, I was looking forward to the end of the party since I knew he would have wanted the balloons gone, and I always loved sitting and bouncing on balloons.

After all the balloon busting my dad let me keep a few of the big balloons and put them in my room, put me to bed.

At this point in my life I already enjoyed playing with balloons naked and sexually, so after my dad went to bed I grabbed one of my birthday balloons my dad let me keep and humped it on my bed until I orgasmed over it.

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The first time I ever realized that I had a special love for balloons was one time when I was about 10 or 11 years old. My mother had to go to the store to pick a few things up, and I had to come along.

The same-old usual thing happens most of the trip: I follow her in the shopping cart closely, or I sit in the child basket of the cart. Now, as we were getting to checkout, I wanted off the cart basket so I can look at a nearby playmat of a city. Since I had no toy cars on me, I decided to pretend I was a monster destroying buildings like Godzilla.

But then, something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. It was a display that was next to the playmat, and it had balloons attached to it for decoration. But these weren't the usual balloons I've seen before. I was used to always seeing helium balloons, and although they were fun, I didn't really ever experience what happened when they didn't float anymore.

As the youngest out of three brothers, we all got balloons from places when we were all young. But one thing that my parents did is that the moment that they stopped floating, our parents would take them when we're not looking and pop them, then throw them in the trash. I never really know what an oxidized balloon felt like. Until this moment, of course.

Not recognizing what it is yet, I walk over to the display and get up close to the balloons. Most of the balloons were floating, but there was this one balloon that wasn't anymore. It was a balloon that was either turquoise or metal green, I can't quite remember the exact color of it. I noticed it was a balloon when I saw the knot and string on it. (I must have first thought it was a ball or something).

I was getting really curious at this moment, and my heart started beating faster as I reached my hand out to touch it. To this day I don't exactly know why my heart started beating faster before I even touched it.

When I touched it, it's not what I was expecting. It was soft. Really soft. It made a cute little squeak. Once I started rubbing my hands on it and poking it, I felt like I couldn't stop. Now I had a reason for my heart to start pounding. I felt like I couldn't get enough of how soft and squishy it was! I wanted to keep doing it for a long time. But my fun came to an abrupt end.

In the moment, I had forgotten about my mom. When she was done checking out and was ready to go, she noticed me by the stand with the balloons and picked me up, putting me back in the cart. It made me sad to leave the balloons, but I didn't cry or pout. I just tried to look at the balloons as much as I could before they disappeared from sight.

To this day, I still can't get enough of soft and squishy balloons. Taught and overinflated balloons don't have quite the impact as soft and underinflated ones do. I get absolutely knee-shaking horny for soft balloons and it's all because of that experience.
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I've just remembered one of my great loon memories in my childhood.
I was at the age of 4 or 5 as much. We were playing at kinder with some balloons after a birthday party, running everywhere with a bunch of 3 or 4 coloured balloons, laughing and screaming. Suddenly, our teacher stopped us and took away the bunch of balloons. I remember her as a young and beautiful woman. She was very angry and told us: "I told all of you to stop running everywhere as crazy!" (she was right ). She was wearing classic jeans and a white t-shirt. There was a chair very close to her (children chair), so she took it and put it in front of us. She put one of the balloons over the chair and placed her butt over it, like sitting on it. Her butt was touching the balloon and making some pressure over it, but not enough to make it pop, just to expand it a little. "Do you want me to burst it and then burst the rest of them too?" she asked, and we all said "NOOO!!". She stood up and returned back the balloons, and we sat and played quietly. I think I like s2p and women with jeans because of this, but I'm not sure.

Do you have a memory to share? I'd like to read other experiences. I have other ones to share too
@Chris Rock Do you remember if they were helium filled?
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I don't think I told this story on this board before, but sorry in advance if it's a repeat. If so I've copy pasted this from a PM chat I had over on VK with a friend about my first time BTP'ing a balloon. Just fair warning ahead of time, this one is kinda raunchy so I apologize in advance if its too much.

Anyways, here we go! I BTP'd my first balloon on my 12th birthday (it may have been 13th, I dunno.) All I knew was that about 3-4 years earlier I was scared as shit of balloons popping (I was scared any loud noises tbh), I taught myself to get over that fear, and popping balloons was now super fun to me even though it was still somewhat scary. Either way I was in about 7th grade at the time, and it was about a year after I had my first orgasm ever while innocently laying on a beautiful blue balloon. I had made the connection in my mind at that time that all the fun I was having discovering my new balloon popping hobby perhaps could be made into an even more "fun" activity. I guess I was learning about having a specific attraction to balloons, but I still didn't fully comprehend that I had a specific fetish for them yet.

I digress... it was my birthday. I had gotten home from school and I knew that my parents wouldn't be home for a couple more hours. So I had the house to myself before we would go out for my birthday dinner that evening. All day during school I was day dreaming about popping balloons, and had decided that when I got home I would throw myself my first private "balloon party" lol. I wanted to make it special, so I thought the best way to do that was to pop the most balloons I ever had at once (for that time. I of course got that record beat by more than 200 or so balloons now lol). So I imediately ran upstairs and start the arduous task of filling my room (by mouth btw... ugh! Thank God for inflators nowadays lol) with about 40 yellow 12" smiley face balloons that blew up to about 14" when tightly inflated. At that point in my life they were probably the biggest 12"ers I had ever encountered and I was so excited by the extra size they turned out to expand to. My plan was to just "let loose" and be as aggressive as I possibly could with destroying those balloons that day. I was popping them in all ways!

Back then my favorite popping methods was riding/grinding and STP. I used to love sit popping them and riding/grinding them bc really intense bouncing on full balloons would also make a louder pop, and I loved the feeling of the latex snapping against my skin when it finally would go off. My dick would get super hard from the bouncing. I feel silly for the slight brag (so sorry if it comes across as obnoxious) but I'm fortunate enough to have a nice big 8" (20 cm) dick. I only mention it because BTPing and bouncing on balloons with my hard dick was extra fun because the weight and length of it would make my dick bounce and jump all over the place, with a hypnotizing motion bouncing off of the bulging bulb and neck of the balloon before springing back up and slapping back against my abdomen with hot smacking sound and a heafty "thud" against me. In the past just that motion could make me cum! I STP'd a bunch of them, with their yellow latex straining against my wait before a beautiful BANG would echo against the room and shards of latex would go flying. It was so satisfying and exciting to watch. I can remember all the tension that would build up inside of me as I was still afriad of popping the balloon but desparately wanting it to BUST so badly at the same time.

I took a break to blow up maybe 5 or so more balloons that were slightly underinflated. I wanted to fuck them as hard as I could. Those loons we SOOOO HARD TO POP, and my dick sliding against the greasy balloon made it really hard to orgasm. So if I wanted any chance to cum, I would have to fuck and hump and squeeze the squishy balloon as HARD AS I POSSIBLY COULD until I would start sweating. I would lay on my stomach and grab the balloons by their bulb with both hands underneith me, and strain super hard trying to pull the balloon back against my crotch as I thrust with my hips over and over agaist my sqeezing. I could feel it as the neck would always protrude and grow while push back against me and my erection as the loon desperately stretched desperately trying not to EXPLODE underneath me. OMG it was so awesome!

Anyways, I was super scared to BTP a balloon at that point bc I thought the latex would hurt my face. But because that special birthday balloon session was so intense I just didn't fucking care! So I tried BTPing a balloon while fucking a bunch of them. I tried like 4 times but would chicken out and nail pop it in my face every time. By the time I was done with all the loons, I blew up a bunch more and tried to BTP one again. Simultaneously, I stomped on about 12 big yellow balloons that made HUGE BLASTS each time, one right after another. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! With each balloon pop stroked my self, and felt more and more brave, as if each loud explosion gave me more energy and I felt more and more powerful. Finally when I stompped on the last balloon, my head was spinning and I layed on my back on my bed. I was so fucking excited, I yelled, "I'm gonna fucking make this balloon explode!" I blew and blew and blew, and jerked my dick with my other hand. Suddenly, I shot a huge load all over my stomach. And while the orgasm was flowing through my body, the BALLOON FUCKING EXPLODED RIGHT IN MY FACE! The shards rained down on me, my ears rang, everything was in slow motion, and mqy vision got cloudy. The last thing I remember before passing out was saying out loud, "Happy Birthday to Me!"

Wow hot story, thanks for sharing!
It's one of my fantasies, a looner previously afraid of popping, now riding balloons and getting so turned on they want to pop the balloons, getting more brave and rough with increasing horniness.
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Hi there,

This is such a cool thread, and I so want to contribute.

Only problem is, that to tell about a best balloon memory from childhood there has to be at least one good memory, and this I do not have. All my childhood memories that has to do with balloons are filled with anxiety, embarrassement if not sheer horror. I do remember some good feelings; the strange fascination that slowly showed up, the first time I dared take a balloon (uninflated) in my hand, the very first time I dared blow a (tiny) breath into a balloon, but these moments were all anxious times and probably do not fit the category of good childhood memories - not even though they were the best of what I experienced.

Of course I didn’t reply to this thread only to tell that I have nothing to tell, but instead of ‘good memories’ I will suggest to maybe incorporate what could be called ‘key memories’ meaning memories that showed to have a lasting and also important impact as far as this with balloons is concerned. If not here then maybe I should do it in a separate thread - also because I feel that quite many others have sufflered from a balloon phobia during childhood and thereby are in the same situation as me as far as good memories are concerned.

Let me give an example of what I mean by key memories:

One day I was travelling by train with mum and one of my brothers to a town not so far away. I was about 10 Years old at the time, and I was no longer completely phobic of balloons as I had started to secretly practise blowing them up in my room when I was sure nobody would notice. My fear had started to get both fascination and also a little bit of (plain) excitement into it.
However when others had balloons I still got terrified as I did not know what would happen - or rather I just ‘knew’ that the balloon would pop.
This day we entered the train - something I loved and that only rarely happened - and got into a compartment. On the seat facing us there were two girls about my age. The train left the station and I had just started to gaze at the landscape passing by when I heard the word ‘ballon’ (Danish for balloon), and one of the two girls took out a balloon and started to blow it up. I immidiately got terrified and wanted nothing more than to get away, but as mum had the ticket and it wasn’t controlled yet I had to stay in the compartment. I felt like sitting on needles. The two girls giggled and had fun by blowing up the balloon and letting the air out. The took turns at it, one blowing up the balloon and ‘presenting’ it to the other, then letting the air out and handling the balloon to the other - sometimes batting the other with the inflated balloon. I remember clearly it was a red airship balloon and how it got longer and longer, until it reached the end so to speak. After a while I just couldn’t take my eyes away, even though I was also scared stiff. They seemed to have such fun! However at some point the girl who had taken out the balloon in the first place looked at me in a strange way (or at least so it seemed) and began blowing up the balloon again. I remember very clearly how it got longer and longer, but that the girl just kept blowing. My clearest memory is that when balloon reached the end and even though there seemed to be no more balloon to be inflated it just kept getting longer anyway. Then at some point it started to also grow ‘fatter’ for a moment and right after it popped with an incredibly loud bang. I only hardly managed to not burst into tears, but the two girls just laughed and giggled, and to my surprise so did mum and my brother. For quite a while after this experience I was reluctant of travelling by train.

However the experience settled in my mind, and I came to so admire those two girls, and they became part of my ‘gallery of balloon role models’ if this makes any sense. I also came to look upon airship balloons as at first being especially dangerous, and later very exciting. To this day I find it really cool to see how these balloons grow and I love to watch in the mirror when I blow them up. It is especially cool when they are fully blown up and start to grow fatter just before they explode.

Even though I regard round balloons as my favorites the two girls on the train made airship balloons take their own special place in my heart.
Little did they know what the caused by their silly game.

Thank you for reading my posting.

Sincerely
Susie

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I've just remembered one of my great loon memories in my childhood.
I was at the age of 4 or 5 as much. We were playing at kinder with some balloons after a birthday party, running everywhere with a bunch of 3 or 4 coloured balloons, laughing and screaming. Suddenly, our teacher stopped us and took away the bunch of balloons. I remember her as a young and beautiful woman. She was very angry and told us: "I told all of you to stop running everywhere as crazy!" (she was right ). She was wearing classic jeans and a white t-shirt. There was a chair very close to her (children chair), so she took it and put it in front of us. She put one of the balloons over the chair and placed her butt over it, like sitting on it. Her butt was touching the balloon and making some pressure over it, but not enough to make it pop, just to expand it a little. "Do you want me to burst it and then burst the rest of them too?" she asked, and we all said "NOOO!!". She stood up and returned back the balloons, and we sat and played quietly. I think I like s2p and women with jeans because of this, but I'm not sure.

Do you have a memory to share? I'd like to read other experiences. I have other ones to share too
Were they helium?
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What a lovely thread going here.

Regretfully though despite remembering sitting on a regular green balloon I was given when I was five or so, I never actually got into balloons in an adult sense till my mid teen years when I purchased a few of those joke shop giant balloons. They blew up to 2 or 3 feet in size, but owing to being really thin latex often went beyond that on their second or third inflation. I can remember letting one go across the room though. It didnít go shooting off out of control though- it just slowly rasped and floated itís way across the room in a straight line!
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Straddling a balloon after a party, while playing board games with my sister and cousin, and I got my first "tickle" down there.

After that, I experimented with balloons to recreate that feeling!
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