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The Hot Balloon Muscle Babe Revenge Squad
19 years ago
Random thought #7
To Seritaph, the man responsible for starting me down this road.
*****
The Hot Balloon Muscle Babe Revenge Squad is a group of professional "snugglers" formed from a diverse group of freelance pneumatic females. Working on rather steep commissions they will seek out their employers target and administer their particular and peculiar sense of vengeance upon them without fail. The only known way to identify any member of this squad is by the single odd weapon they use.
The weapon of choice of the Hot Balloon Muscle Babe Revenge Squad takes on the appearance of a simple and unmarked circular belt buckle with a single dial around its perimeter. With its use a squad member inflates herself in a muscle and breast oriented fashion and then later returns to her normal everyday appearance. How this device works however is a complete mystery.
Even the maximum size the buckle offers to the wearer is unknown as the inflated (or inflating) squad members strangely seem to show none of the usual signs of obeying the laws of physics. Despite this conundrum, current theory believes that the individual's size limit may in fact be determined by her experience in the field; however reports of those suspected to be the most inexperienced of the squad have still tested the very limits of imagination itself. With their strange and mysterious abilities it is suggested that any person coming across a member of the Hot Balloon Muscle Babe Revenge Squad should avoid them and report the sighting immediately.
However it does not look like you will get the chance to do either, because standing there in front of you, right now, looking directly at you, is her.
She is a nine foot tall giantess, a rabbit who towers over you, clad in a black latex body suit that covers her from the neck down and is stretched tightly over her expanded body almost as if it where a second skin. Moreover she begins to use her very appearance against you.
As you stare at her in surprise she moves slowly, poses seductively and reaches for the zipper of her outfit. She starts to pull on it, slowly drawing the zipper down between her breasts, just enough for the tight latex to peel away and reveal the inner sides of her ample bosom underneath. Then as you continue to gaze at her she leisurely makes her way towards you.
She saunters up to you as you stand there motionless. Slowly wrapping her thick arms around you she draws you in tightly against her chest, lifting you off the ground and pinning you against her, where you can not help but to feel her body as she surrounds you.
There you start to notice how warm she is, you feel the soft velvety expanse of her exposed fur and experience her soft balloon like body underneath you and wrapped around you. Then with a grace unexpected of her size and figure, she moves to sit on the floor, to lean against your sofa.
She pulls you down with her, hugging you as she descends, embracing you all the more. She has left you no openings for struggles, not that you wish to struggle any longer, not as the comfortable ambience of your predicament begins to permeate through you. As you calm and ease into her cuddle, she looks into your eyes for a moment and gently nuzzles the side of your face. Then softly she snuggles you throughout the night.
Time passes and all too soon you fall asleep in her arms.
As the sun begins to shine in through your bedroom window, you find yourself in your bed, awaking to a sense of peace and comfort; feeling more relaxed then you have ever felt before. As you leave your bed you look around wondering to yourself if it was all just a dream and leisurely you make your way to the bathroom.
With your head down lost in the memories, you realize she never said a single word; she was nothing but kind and gentle to you. Real or not, you quietly thank her for it all. As you enter the bathroom you look up at your reflection in the mirror and to your surprise you notice something out of place.
Because there on your forehead is a soft pink lipstick mark, the kind left behind from a gentle kiss. It wasn't a dream.
But why? Who was it that sent her? Who did you cross to warrant a visit from the Hot Balloon Muscle Babe Revenge Squad?
The answer is I did, I sent her, simply because I wanted to.
*****
Inspired by these and similar images,
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/231430/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/203799/
And by an IM conversation / roll play with Seritaph,
So remember to blame him for this too.
To Seritaph, the man responsible for starting me down this road.
*****
The Hot Balloon Muscle Babe Revenge Squad is a group of professional "snugglers" formed from a diverse group of freelance pneumatic females. Working on rather steep commissions they will seek out their employers target and administer their particular and peculiar sense of vengeance upon them without fail. The only known way to identify any member of this squad is by the single odd weapon they use.
The weapon of choice of the Hot Balloon Muscle Babe Revenge Squad takes on the appearance of a simple and unmarked circular belt buckle with a single dial around its perimeter. With its use a squad member inflates herself in a muscle and breast oriented fashion and then later returns to her normal everyday appearance. How this device works however is a complete mystery.
Even the maximum size the buckle offers to the wearer is unknown as the inflated (or inflating) squad members strangely seem to show none of the usual signs of obeying the laws of physics. Despite this conundrum, current theory believes that the individual's size limit may in fact be determined by her experience in the field; however reports of those suspected to be the most inexperienced of the squad have still tested the very limits of imagination itself. With their strange and mysterious abilities it is suggested that any person coming across a member of the Hot Balloon Muscle Babe Revenge Squad should avoid them and report the sighting immediately.
However it does not look like you will get the chance to do either, because standing there in front of you, right now, looking directly at you, is her.
She is a nine foot tall giantess, a rabbit who towers over you, clad in a black latex body suit that covers her from the neck down and is stretched tightly over her expanded body almost as if it where a second skin. Moreover she begins to use her very appearance against you.
As you stare at her in surprise she moves slowly, poses seductively and reaches for the zipper of her outfit. She starts to pull on it, slowly drawing the zipper down between her breasts, just enough for the tight latex to peel away and reveal the inner sides of her ample bosom underneath. Then as you continue to gaze at her she leisurely makes her way towards you.
She saunters up to you as you stand there motionless. Slowly wrapping her thick arms around you she draws you in tightly against her chest, lifting you off the ground and pinning you against her, where you can not help but to feel her body as she surrounds you.
There you start to notice how warm she is, you feel the soft velvety expanse of her exposed fur and experience her soft balloon like body underneath you and wrapped around you. Then with a grace unexpected of her size and figure, she moves to sit on the floor, to lean against your sofa.
She pulls you down with her, hugging you as she descends, embracing you all the more. She has left you no openings for struggles, not that you wish to struggle any longer, not as the comfortable ambience of your predicament begins to permeate through you. As you calm and ease into her cuddle, she looks into your eyes for a moment and gently nuzzles the side of your face. Then softly she snuggles you throughout the night.
Time passes and all too soon you fall asleep in her arms.
As the sun begins to shine in through your bedroom window, you find yourself in your bed, awaking to a sense of peace and comfort; feeling more relaxed then you have ever felt before. As you leave your bed you look around wondering to yourself if it was all just a dream and leisurely you make your way to the bathroom.
With your head down lost in the memories, you realize she never said a single word; she was nothing but kind and gentle to you. Real or not, you quietly thank her for it all. As you enter the bathroom you look up at your reflection in the mirror and to your surprise you notice something out of place.
Because there on your forehead is a soft pink lipstick mark, the kind left behind from a gentle kiss. It wasn't a dream.
But why? Who was it that sent her? Who did you cross to warrant a visit from the Hot Balloon Muscle Babe Revenge Squad?
The answer is I did, I sent her, simply because I wanted to.
*****
Inspired by these and similar images,
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/231430/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/203799/
And by an IM conversation / roll play with Seritaph,
So remember to blame him for this too.
A snuggle with the power equivalent of a nuke.