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Partytheballoonanimal . Contains balloons, transformation, a bit of malicious intent and popping. Enjoy!
The night was gentle as Dream locked up the door to the comic shop, keys jangling off the ring as the lock clicked heavily, bolting the door closed for the night. It had been a long day in the shop arranging displays and setting out new comics for the patrons of the store, but she wouldn’t trade it for anything. It wasn’t everyday you could make money doing the things you loved, and she poured that geeky passion back into the store and it had been paying off. She placed the keys in her pocket as she made her way down the dark streets she traveled every evening on her way home. It was a comfortable walk, and normally would pass by in a moment for her despite the lengthy path from the shop to her modest apartment.
She wandered almost silently under the streetlights that lit her path, wings shuffling on her back as the went along. The familiar sights comforted the girl weary from her long shift, but then something caught her attention from a lamp post across the corner.
Highlighted by the warm light of the lamp were large, colorful round balloons, quite a few in fact, softly bouncing in the slight breeze of the night, soft sounds almost seeming to invite the Drowbuzz girl over across the street. Stopping she found herself curious, almost enchanted by the wonderful shapes. She looked around as if to make sure there was no traffic, but mostly to make sure no one was around she skipped across the street.
Oh how she loved balloons, her own guilty pleasure of sorts, kept hidden from her coworkers and friends despite its harmless nature. That round, soft shape, the way the light played off the thin latex, and the gentle playful tugs they would give made her heart go aflutter. And now here they were a bright mix of colors against the darkened streets of her city, a perfect selection of large balloons. Her paws snuck its way up to a string as it gave a tug, feeling resist a bit before it bounced up to the end of its string. The simple motion brought her so much joy. Oh she wanted to bring these home with her so much, to play with and enjoy before their time was up.
She read the note attached to the pole. “Take One. Please.” Was written in nice neat handwriting on simple white cardstock. A set of instructions she was going to ignore on this late night. The balloons were too tempting. She felt the sirens call of their squeaky pleasures. She gave another nervous look around as her paws worked the strings loose from the pole carefully. It’s not like they were going to last that much longer. She thought, as if trying to convince herself of her actions. They were clearly put here by some thoughtful person to bring a little joy to people as they went about their day. A gift for some child passerby to bring a sparkle to their eyes. If I don’t take them now they’ll go to waste. She wasn’t wrong. All that helium would more than likely dissipate before the light of dawn came.
She didn’t waste any time attaching the large friendly cloud to her wrist, not wanting to lose a single one as she took the sign dumping it into a trash bin as she went about her day, skipping happily down the empty streets, balloons trailing behind her. It felt so wonderful, hearing their soft clatter as they traveled along. It was a dream come true as she imagined all the things she could do with them when she got home. Oh how she was going to love each and every one of them. Little did the Drowbuzz know she was being watched by the very thoughtful person who had left the balloons out as a gift.
She moved on in blissful unaware of the changes that were happening above her. Soft squeaks gradually growing bigger as each tug caused the balloons to grow slightly, nearly imperceptible to the human eye, but substantial enough as she walked the blocks to her place. Overtime she thought about the substantially growing resistance of the balloons behind her, attributing it to her tiredness and how much she was enjoying their pull. She was nearly at her house when she noticed just how big they had gotten, the simple party sized balloons blossoming out nearly 36” a piece now. She couldn’t believe what had happened. She could see just how thin the latex was now spread tight with the swelling gas her touch had provided them. It was quite a shock, but she knew if she didn’t act fast these growing toys wouldn’t last much longer.
The task wasn’t easy, pushing in the swollen mass through her door as carefully as she could. Had there really been this many of them? She counted two… no three dozen huge balloons now as she pulled and prodded them through the door, her heart sinking a bit when she heard the first pop, but eventually shrugging it off. There were so many after all. But soon the task was done, the wonderful cloud now filled her living room and she took no time stripping down and diving right into the latex mass.
Oh it felt heavenly on her skin and feathers, a soft rustling only growing louder as the balloons grew, each brush up with her growing them faster as if her playful energy were feeding these balloons. She smiled straddling one, a nice big blue one as she took it for a soft simple ride. Feeling it growing under her of its own accord was fantastic. She gave it a hearty bounce, its tightness tossing her back up as it squeaked. Oh how wonderful it was. She gave another and another before the balloon grew to full bursting under her as she fell into another balloon. She hugged around it, pulling it into her ample chest as she gave it a soft squeeze, before going at it again a bit hard, squishing it in and out in her arms before it became confetti on her breasts.
It went on like this for some time as the balloons grew bigger the more she played with each one growing more and more as their numbers shrank gradually as she gave each and every one the ending they deserve. There were three left now. Three absolutely huge beautiful balloons that adorned her ceiling now. A perfect red, blue and Green one now no less than 6 feet across from how much she had teased them. Oh how she was admiring them. Perhaps she would spare these three for later, she did need some sleep after all, the light of dawn shining through the cracks in her drawn curtains. She looked down at the scraps that littered her floor giggling to herself in pleasure and sleep deprivation, knowing nothing quite like this would ever happen to her again as she picked up a piece stretching it in her hands.
Something felt off about it as she played with the limp latex. It felt more… rubbery than it should. Perhaps It had something to do with the way the balloons seemed to grow, but it was unusual all the same. The more she played with it the gummier it got, as if it was melting in her fingers. She frowned, bringing it to her face before she felt a soft plop on her foot. Looking down she could see a bright green…. Blob? She turned her head around nervously. That want the only one it seemed. All the remnants of her fun seemed to be crawling, was that the right word? No shuffling as they slowly made their way towards the drowbuzz girl. She would have screamed, if not for the shard she was holding throwing itself at her mouth as it congealed into a similar goo, stifling her sound.
She pulled at the mass coating her face as the rainbow puddles crawled up her legs binding them together with their sticky mass, causing the poor girl to fall over as she was coated more and more. The latex substance crawled up her more and more as her vision was awash with color. She attempted to struggle against its squishy surface, paws pushing out against it before snapping back in her hands pressed up against her belly as she felt it seep deeper, almost into her in a way as it sank through her feathers and up against her skin. All she could do was wiggle and struggle as she tried to break free. From the outside it looked like a writing half deflated beach ball, flopping about on the floor while the true magic was happening inside.
The latex goo permeated into Dream deeper and deeper the more she struggled. While a terrifying turn of events, it wasn’t quite unpleasant. The warm substance coated every inch of her body as it worked rubbing into her as she began to change.
It was slow at first, taking hold at her extremities as it worked her. Her fingers and toes tingled as they began to feel weightless, almost hollow, the feeling traveling up her arms and legs as she felt herself flattening… no that wasn’t right… deflating? Deflating sounded right as her hands and feet seemed to go flat as the change passed through her onto her torso and face, her long nose changing first as it rubberized, the warm hollowness spreading across her face, before she came to the realization… she couldn’t move at all now! Resistance was futile at this point as she could only feel herself become more balloon like under the mass of latex that wanted to see her become more like them. It didn’t take long for it to spread across her face and down to her chest as air slowly leaked out of the nozzle that had formed near the base of her tail. When the scraps work was complete they retreated from their target pooling up in like colored piles as they reformed, looking now different then fresh, uninflated party balloons now.
‘This is it’, Dream thought lying on the floor, ‘I’m just a balloon now…’ She could only stare up at the ceiling, unable to move, to speak, to call out to anyone who would be able to help her. How long would she be like this? How long would it take anyone to realize she was missing? A day? A week? A month? Would it be her landlord first when rent was left unpaid? Perhaps a neighbor when her mailbox overflowed. Would anyone recognize her like this? Would anyone realize this was her? No… they couldn’t…. Wait what was that? She could see something move out of the corner of her vision… was that the big red balloon? What was it doing? Dream heard a click as her front door opened, a smooth female voice thanking the balloon as she stepped inside.
“Now now now…. What do we have here?” A shadow was cast over her by a more tangible shape, the red balloon floating over to join its companions. “Seems someone just couldn’t help themselves tonight.” An orange jackal like face peered down at the Dream balloon, a slight grin on her face, betraying her cold eyes. “Looks like you ended up in quite the situation, but don’t worry yours truly will take care of you.” She smiled picking you up as she rubbed her paws over yout latex skin, sitting atop the large blue balloon as it sank ever so slightly under her rear. “But first… perhaps a punishment is in order, you did steal from me after all~”
The mysterious stranger’s smile was more pronounced now as she brought Dream’s nozzle up to her pursed lips as she giggled to herself. Now this was the fun part. She wondered how long this one would last. Dream was a larger girl after all, which meant a bigger balloon but she’d have to see. Her lips wrapped around that latex neck as she began to blow, bouncing lightly atop her bright blue throne, feeling the drowbuzz girl expand in her hands as she pushed air into the fresh balloon she had become.
To Dream the experience was amazing. She could feel herself expanding with each breath, unable to move to fight it, unsure if she should even try, each puff sending a wave of euphoria through her as she got bigger and bigger. Was this really what it felt like to be a balloon? To grow? It was fantastic. Each gust forced her skin thinner, tingling more in pleasure as she grew, now about 36 inches in such a short time, knowing she could grow even more. Whoever this woman was, she knew how to handle a balloon, that’s for sure.
The figure that had let herself into Dream’s home could only laugh to herself, taking her time with the thief she had caught. She was so big now, but there was a long way to go still. She pushed more and more air into her new balloon rubbing a hand over its sides as it grew, feeling it firm up more and more. She traced a claw delicately across Dream’s midsection letting the feeling travel through them, much as the Drowbuzz’s change had done. They had grown substantially, the woman not missing a breath as she pushes them out larger. It would take a lot more than a balloon like this to get her out of breath. She pushes more and more in, feeling the balloon resist her more now, watching as the Drowbuzz shape fill out, her arms and legs beginning to grow out now as the body starts to encompass them. She was filling out nicely as she let her hands wander all over the shape of her balloon girl, pushing more and more air in as they breached 6 feet in size.
Dream was tight as a drum, not growing much with each breath. All those feelings of euphoria began to stack up, and if she could express herself, she would let her captor know just how good it felt as she rounded out, limbs shrunken into her sides, mere bumps now as she rolled against the green balloon she was propped against, her body giving squeaks and creaks in protest. She wasn’t going to hold out much longer if this stranger was going to continue her puffing assault, and part of that excited her. If she felt this good now… she could only imagine what it would feel like if she were to pop.
Dream’s captor seemed to have the same idea in mind as she tapped her claws in a steady rhythm across the balloons sides. But how? They had popped so many of her thoughtfully placed balloons for others to enjoy. Using her claws would add a sense of dread. Perhaps a pin? Threatening to drag Dream across sharp objects did bring her a certain amount of joy, but didn’t feel right either. What to do what to do… she couldn’t leave the girl like this, at least not here, and she did have ever so much fun puffing her helpless balloon up, the solution became clear. It was so simple. A devilish grin crossed her face as she took a deep breath, not even trying to hide her intentions as she pushed a large swell of air into her new toy, knowing it wasn’t going to stay that way anymore.
The pressure sent Dream over the edge in more ways than one, her mind screaming in pleasure as it went over the brink. To her it seemed drawn out, each moment seeming to last forever as she grew thinner and thinner, before the latex broke with a bang, and she felt herself break apart as pure pleasure hit her, and for a brief moment she could experience it before it all went dark…
The stranger smiled at her handiwork, in the aftermath of the loud explosion. No doubt the neighbors would have heard that explosion as she took to her feet. She could hear them begin to shuffle about in their early morning routines, a few yelling at her in a groggy stupor through the walls and floors as she instructed the remaining balloons to pack up for her, collecting the uninflated balloons into her pouch as they brought the scraps of dream into her paws. “Well Effie, you’ve really outdone yourself tonight.” She said under her breath looking at the broken parts of Dream. She’d fix them in time, and start the process over again, but for now, she tied the remaining balloons to her tail as she walked out of the small apartment, grinning happily to herself.
Partytheballoonanimal . Contains balloons, transformation, a bit of malicious intent and popping. Enjoy!The night was gentle as Dream locked up the door to the comic shop, keys jangling off the ring as the lock clicked heavily, bolting the door closed for the night. It had been a long day in the shop arranging displays and setting out new comics for the patrons of the store, but she wouldn’t trade it for anything. It wasn’t everyday you could make money doing the things you loved, and she poured that geeky passion back into the store and it had been paying off. She placed the keys in her pocket as she made her way down the dark streets she traveled every evening on her way home. It was a comfortable walk, and normally would pass by in a moment for her despite the lengthy path from the shop to her modest apartment.
She wandered almost silently under the streetlights that lit her path, wings shuffling on her back as the went along. The familiar sights comforted the girl weary from her long shift, but then something caught her attention from a lamp post across the corner.
Highlighted by the warm light of the lamp were large, colorful round balloons, quite a few in fact, softly bouncing in the slight breeze of the night, soft sounds almost seeming to invite the Drowbuzz girl over across the street. Stopping she found herself curious, almost enchanted by the wonderful shapes. She looked around as if to make sure there was no traffic, but mostly to make sure no one was around she skipped across the street.
Oh how she loved balloons, her own guilty pleasure of sorts, kept hidden from her coworkers and friends despite its harmless nature. That round, soft shape, the way the light played off the thin latex, and the gentle playful tugs they would give made her heart go aflutter. And now here they were a bright mix of colors against the darkened streets of her city, a perfect selection of large balloons. Her paws snuck its way up to a string as it gave a tug, feeling resist a bit before it bounced up to the end of its string. The simple motion brought her so much joy. Oh she wanted to bring these home with her so much, to play with and enjoy before their time was up.
She read the note attached to the pole. “Take One. Please.” Was written in nice neat handwriting on simple white cardstock. A set of instructions she was going to ignore on this late night. The balloons were too tempting. She felt the sirens call of their squeaky pleasures. She gave another nervous look around as her paws worked the strings loose from the pole carefully. It’s not like they were going to last that much longer. She thought, as if trying to convince herself of her actions. They were clearly put here by some thoughtful person to bring a little joy to people as they went about their day. A gift for some child passerby to bring a sparkle to their eyes. If I don’t take them now they’ll go to waste. She wasn’t wrong. All that helium would more than likely dissipate before the light of dawn came.
She didn’t waste any time attaching the large friendly cloud to her wrist, not wanting to lose a single one as she took the sign dumping it into a trash bin as she went about her day, skipping happily down the empty streets, balloons trailing behind her. It felt so wonderful, hearing their soft clatter as they traveled along. It was a dream come true as she imagined all the things she could do with them when she got home. Oh how she was going to love each and every one of them. Little did the Drowbuzz know she was being watched by the very thoughtful person who had left the balloons out as a gift.
She moved on in blissful unaware of the changes that were happening above her. Soft squeaks gradually growing bigger as each tug caused the balloons to grow slightly, nearly imperceptible to the human eye, but substantial enough as she walked the blocks to her place. Overtime she thought about the substantially growing resistance of the balloons behind her, attributing it to her tiredness and how much she was enjoying their pull. She was nearly at her house when she noticed just how big they had gotten, the simple party sized balloons blossoming out nearly 36” a piece now. She couldn’t believe what had happened. She could see just how thin the latex was now spread tight with the swelling gas her touch had provided them. It was quite a shock, but she knew if she didn’t act fast these growing toys wouldn’t last much longer.
The task wasn’t easy, pushing in the swollen mass through her door as carefully as she could. Had there really been this many of them? She counted two… no three dozen huge balloons now as she pulled and prodded them through the door, her heart sinking a bit when she heard the first pop, but eventually shrugging it off. There were so many after all. But soon the task was done, the wonderful cloud now filled her living room and she took no time stripping down and diving right into the latex mass.
Oh it felt heavenly on her skin and feathers, a soft rustling only growing louder as the balloons grew, each brush up with her growing them faster as if her playful energy were feeding these balloons. She smiled straddling one, a nice big blue one as she took it for a soft simple ride. Feeling it growing under her of its own accord was fantastic. She gave it a hearty bounce, its tightness tossing her back up as it squeaked. Oh how wonderful it was. She gave another and another before the balloon grew to full bursting under her as she fell into another balloon. She hugged around it, pulling it into her ample chest as she gave it a soft squeeze, before going at it again a bit hard, squishing it in and out in her arms before it became confetti on her breasts.
It went on like this for some time as the balloons grew bigger the more she played with each one growing more and more as their numbers shrank gradually as she gave each and every one the ending they deserve. There were three left now. Three absolutely huge beautiful balloons that adorned her ceiling now. A perfect red, blue and Green one now no less than 6 feet across from how much she had teased them. Oh how she was admiring them. Perhaps she would spare these three for later, she did need some sleep after all, the light of dawn shining through the cracks in her drawn curtains. She looked down at the scraps that littered her floor giggling to herself in pleasure and sleep deprivation, knowing nothing quite like this would ever happen to her again as she picked up a piece stretching it in her hands.
Something felt off about it as she played with the limp latex. It felt more… rubbery than it should. Perhaps It had something to do with the way the balloons seemed to grow, but it was unusual all the same. The more she played with it the gummier it got, as if it was melting in her fingers. She frowned, bringing it to her face before she felt a soft plop on her foot. Looking down she could see a bright green…. Blob? She turned her head around nervously. That want the only one it seemed. All the remnants of her fun seemed to be crawling, was that the right word? No shuffling as they slowly made their way towards the drowbuzz girl. She would have screamed, if not for the shard she was holding throwing itself at her mouth as it congealed into a similar goo, stifling her sound.
She pulled at the mass coating her face as the rainbow puddles crawled up her legs binding them together with their sticky mass, causing the poor girl to fall over as she was coated more and more. The latex substance crawled up her more and more as her vision was awash with color. She attempted to struggle against its squishy surface, paws pushing out against it before snapping back in her hands pressed up against her belly as she felt it seep deeper, almost into her in a way as it sank through her feathers and up against her skin. All she could do was wiggle and struggle as she tried to break free. From the outside it looked like a writing half deflated beach ball, flopping about on the floor while the true magic was happening inside.
The latex goo permeated into Dream deeper and deeper the more she struggled. While a terrifying turn of events, it wasn’t quite unpleasant. The warm substance coated every inch of her body as it worked rubbing into her as she began to change.
It was slow at first, taking hold at her extremities as it worked her. Her fingers and toes tingled as they began to feel weightless, almost hollow, the feeling traveling up her arms and legs as she felt herself flattening… no that wasn’t right… deflating? Deflating sounded right as her hands and feet seemed to go flat as the change passed through her onto her torso and face, her long nose changing first as it rubberized, the warm hollowness spreading across her face, before she came to the realization… she couldn’t move at all now! Resistance was futile at this point as she could only feel herself become more balloon like under the mass of latex that wanted to see her become more like them. It didn’t take long for it to spread across her face and down to her chest as air slowly leaked out of the nozzle that had formed near the base of her tail. When the scraps work was complete they retreated from their target pooling up in like colored piles as they reformed, looking now different then fresh, uninflated party balloons now.
‘This is it’, Dream thought lying on the floor, ‘I’m just a balloon now…’ She could only stare up at the ceiling, unable to move, to speak, to call out to anyone who would be able to help her. How long would she be like this? How long would it take anyone to realize she was missing? A day? A week? A month? Would it be her landlord first when rent was left unpaid? Perhaps a neighbor when her mailbox overflowed. Would anyone recognize her like this? Would anyone realize this was her? No… they couldn’t…. Wait what was that? She could see something move out of the corner of her vision… was that the big red balloon? What was it doing? Dream heard a click as her front door opened, a smooth female voice thanking the balloon as she stepped inside.
“Now now now…. What do we have here?” A shadow was cast over her by a more tangible shape, the red balloon floating over to join its companions. “Seems someone just couldn’t help themselves tonight.” An orange jackal like face peered down at the Dream balloon, a slight grin on her face, betraying her cold eyes. “Looks like you ended up in quite the situation, but don’t worry yours truly will take care of you.” She smiled picking you up as she rubbed her paws over yout latex skin, sitting atop the large blue balloon as it sank ever so slightly under her rear. “But first… perhaps a punishment is in order, you did steal from me after all~”
The mysterious stranger’s smile was more pronounced now as she brought Dream’s nozzle up to her pursed lips as she giggled to herself. Now this was the fun part. She wondered how long this one would last. Dream was a larger girl after all, which meant a bigger balloon but she’d have to see. Her lips wrapped around that latex neck as she began to blow, bouncing lightly atop her bright blue throne, feeling the drowbuzz girl expand in her hands as she pushed air into the fresh balloon she had become.
To Dream the experience was amazing. She could feel herself expanding with each breath, unable to move to fight it, unsure if she should even try, each puff sending a wave of euphoria through her as she got bigger and bigger. Was this really what it felt like to be a balloon? To grow? It was fantastic. Each gust forced her skin thinner, tingling more in pleasure as she grew, now about 36 inches in such a short time, knowing she could grow even more. Whoever this woman was, she knew how to handle a balloon, that’s for sure.
The figure that had let herself into Dream’s home could only laugh to herself, taking her time with the thief she had caught. She was so big now, but there was a long way to go still. She pushed more and more air into her new balloon rubbing a hand over its sides as it grew, feeling it firm up more and more. She traced a claw delicately across Dream’s midsection letting the feeling travel through them, much as the Drowbuzz’s change had done. They had grown substantially, the woman not missing a breath as she pushes them out larger. It would take a lot more than a balloon like this to get her out of breath. She pushes more and more in, feeling the balloon resist her more now, watching as the Drowbuzz shape fill out, her arms and legs beginning to grow out now as the body starts to encompass them. She was filling out nicely as she let her hands wander all over the shape of her balloon girl, pushing more and more air in as they breached 6 feet in size.
Dream was tight as a drum, not growing much with each breath. All those feelings of euphoria began to stack up, and if she could express herself, she would let her captor know just how good it felt as she rounded out, limbs shrunken into her sides, mere bumps now as she rolled against the green balloon she was propped against, her body giving squeaks and creaks in protest. She wasn’t going to hold out much longer if this stranger was going to continue her puffing assault, and part of that excited her. If she felt this good now… she could only imagine what it would feel like if she were to pop.
Dream’s captor seemed to have the same idea in mind as she tapped her claws in a steady rhythm across the balloons sides. But how? They had popped so many of her thoughtfully placed balloons for others to enjoy. Using her claws would add a sense of dread. Perhaps a pin? Threatening to drag Dream across sharp objects did bring her a certain amount of joy, but didn’t feel right either. What to do what to do… she couldn’t leave the girl like this, at least not here, and she did have ever so much fun puffing her helpless balloon up, the solution became clear. It was so simple. A devilish grin crossed her face as she took a deep breath, not even trying to hide her intentions as she pushed a large swell of air into her new toy, knowing it wasn’t going to stay that way anymore.
The pressure sent Dream over the edge in more ways than one, her mind screaming in pleasure as it went over the brink. To her it seemed drawn out, each moment seeming to last forever as she grew thinner and thinner, before the latex broke with a bang, and she felt herself break apart as pure pleasure hit her, and for a brief moment she could experience it before it all went dark…
The stranger smiled at her handiwork, in the aftermath of the loud explosion. No doubt the neighbors would have heard that explosion as she took to her feet. She could hear them begin to shuffle about in their early morning routines, a few yelling at her in a groggy stupor through the walls and floors as she instructed the remaining balloons to pack up for her, collecting the uninflated balloons into her pouch as they brought the scraps of dream into her paws. “Well Effie, you’ve really outdone yourself tonight.” She said under her breath looking at the broken parts of Dream. She’d fix them in time, and start the process over again, but for now, she tied the remaining balloons to her tail as she walked out of the small apartment, grinning happily to herself.
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