Cartoon Balloon Dreams

This was written for me by the great Balloon Fan :)

PART 1 – Looner Toons

It was a sleepy Sunday morning as Becky awoke in her comfy bed. She’d gone to bed early for once the previous night and felt more relaxed than she’d been in a long time. A glance at the clock gave her an idea for starting out the morning: Tom and Jerry was on TV! Perfect. She switched on the TV in her bedroom and dove right into a scene of the cat chasing the mouse.
Even though Becky was twenty, she still loved cartoons, especially Tom and Jerry. They were so wonderfully silly and she loved the fantasy world of cartoons in which everything was possible. The episode she was watching was particularly funny and Becky was laughing out loud even though she’d seen it before. Suddenly, she remembered what was about to happen in the next scene. For a moment, she felt startled, as she hadn’t thought of the scene in quite a while and being about to see it again all of a sudden without any warning or preparation gave her an uneasy feeling; in the next moment, the scene began and her anxiety subsided and gave way to a different form of enjoyment.
Tom and Jerry had made their way to a gas station and – everything was happening too quickly for Becky, who would have loved for the scene to take several minutes – suddenly, Tom had the hose of the compressor used for filling up tires with air in his mouth and blew up like a balloon within seconds before flying away into the sky as the air blew back out of his body.
Becky moved her hand down to her pussy and noticed that her pajamas were wet. The scene still had the same effect on her as it had always had. She simply couldn’t watch an inflation scene – be it human or animal – without being turned on. She wished she could have had that hose in her mouth, that she could have blown up like that. Oh, it was a beautiful dream!
She had stopped paying attention to the TV show for a moment and was surprised to discover that Tom and Jerry had already ended. She looked at the clock – strange, normally, the show still had about half an hour to go, as they always showed two episodes in a row on Sundays. She reached for the TV guide as the next show began. She read out the title that appeared on the screen, “Looner Toons,” before glancing back down into the TV guide. Strange, that show was scheduled to begin half an hour later. Oh, they’d probably screwed up the programming again.
“Looner Toons… hm, wasn’t that show always called Loony Tunes?” Becky wondered. She decided to give to show a chance. She placed the TV guide back on top of her TV, but before she was able to lean back and watch the show, she was sucked into the screen!
Becky looked down onto her body that now no longer looked human – it was as if she were looking at a cartoon of herself! “Oh my God… I’m in the cartoon!” Becky realized as suddenly, a group of cartoon figures made its way up to her.
“Welcome to Looner Toons,” an attractive hare said to her.
“I assume you’ve come here to fulfill your loony wish,” a funny-looking duck suggested.
“What exactly is your wish,” a Miss Piggy lookalike inquired.
Now all the of them stared directly at Becky, who had not spoken a word so far.
“I want to go back home, that’s my only wish,” Becky called out.
“I’m not so sure that’s the truth…” the duck said as he pointed to something above Becky’s head.
Becky herself glanced up and saw a big white bubble hovering above her that was displaying all her thoughts. In it, she saw herself as a cartoon girl being blown up like a balloon. She was wearing a t-shirt that said “Good Year” on it and the letters were being stretched out ridiculously as her breasts were expanding. The last thing Becky saw was how she cupped her hands over her swelling tits – then she looked back at the three cartoon characters and began shaking her head quickly: “No, no, that’s not what I want…”
But from out of nowhere, the rabbit and the duck pulled a hose and stuck it in Becky’s mouth. It was very wide and she had to stretch her mouth open fully to contain it. She tried to pull it from her mouth, but it was no use. She looked down and realized that now all of a sudden, she was indeed wearing a t-shirt that read “Good Year”. Was this really her deepest fantasy? She’d never thought about it in so many details.
She had no more time to think about it either. “Time to blow you up, Becky!” The air began to blow into her and luckily, just the way she had always hoped – this, she had consciously dreamed of – the inflation of her body was slow so she had time to enjoy it. But she did not truly enjoy it the way she had in her daydreams, for now it was really happening and moreover, she had always liked the idea of the inflation of her breasts beginning against her will before she could enjoy it. She was a victim of her own fantasies.
Her breasts were indeed beginning to blow up. No longer was she flat-chested! She was becoming a big-breasted woman! She was finally growing tits. But again, thoughts that had their origin in her deepest dreams floated to the surface and Becky found herself calling out “What’s happening? What are you doing to me? My tits are blowing up!” and she even heard herself although she had the hose still firmly stuck inside her mouth.
A few moments later, when in a rapid jump her boobs grew from B-cups to Ds as they cartoonishly bounced out from her body, lust came over her body and she cried: “Bigger! Yeeessss…. bigger! Make me big! Make me huge! Blow me up!” Becky loved being a cartoon character with huge breasts.
But the inflation did not stop there. The pig looked at the controls for the air tank innocently and with a curious look in her eye, moved the switch up full power. In true cartoon fashion, Becky’s eyes grew wide and shot out from her body as she saw this, but a moment later, her body had become a perfectly inflated, round balloon with only her hands, feet and head sticking out from her body. And even though she had not been inflated with helium, she was now floating and had a string attached to her mouth and was being held by a young girl, who had appeared out of nowhere.
“Oh, a toy balloon!” the girl called out and started running away with a helplessly inflated Becky.

PART 2 – Cartoon Life

Becky opened her eyes and found herself in bed. Had it all been a dream? If it had, it certainly had not been without its pleasurable moments. She had felt helpless and even scared during some points, but looking back on it, it was a good fantasy. Tom and Jerry was on TV, she realized in that moment. She surely had drifted back to sleep at some point, though she couldn’t figure out exactly when that had happened. Becky decided to go downstairs and have some breakfast.
She couldn’t help but smile on her way into the kitchen – she kept thinking back to the exciting dream she’d just had. “What are you grinning about so stupidly?” an annoying voice startled her back to reality. It was her sister Amy, who was sixteen and in a difficult phase. The two of them just couldn’t get along. Amy dressed like Avril Lavigne and acted pretty much the way Becky imagined her to as well. Amy was obnoxious and mischievous, while feeling pretty cool and thinking that she was not as much a stereotype as all the other people she slightly looked down on.
“Oh, shut up, you little brat!” Becky replied as she exited the living room, where Amy was watching TV, and entered the kitchen for some Corn Flakes.
“Hey, Beck-beck-beck-Becky,” Amy called out, imitating the plucking of a chicken the way she’d heard Becky being mocked on Roseanne once and now did far too frequently, “I think you’re on TV!”
What the hell was Amy up to now, Becky wondered. She decided to go take a look, as she wanted to watch TV while eating breakfast anyway. She was expecting to see some nature program about monkeys on TV or something like that, so that Amy could say, That monkey looks so like you! But she wasn’t prepared for what was on the screen when she returned to the living room.
It was the Looner Toons show Becky had dreamed about and there she stood, as one of the characters in the show, being studied by the three cartoon characters. “Check out those weird fantasies,” Amy observed as the screen showed the thought bubble in which Becky had imagined her inflation. “She looks just like you, Beck’, doesn’t she? Yeah, blow her up! Hahaha!” Amy was enjoying the show a whole lot. “I don’t believe it, the name of that girl is Becky too! This is too good to be true!”
“It really happened…” Becky mumbled as she watched her own inflation. “I really was a balloon!” Becky stared at the picture of her breasts being blown up. “Yes…” she whispered. She was so fixated on the screen that she didn’t notice Amy coming up to her. Before she knew it, Amy had pressed her lips against her left breast and blown into it through Becky’s T-shirt.
Becky noticed that Amy was making fun of her and whacked her on top of her head. “Cut the crap – it’s just a stupid cartoon… and she doesn’t look like me at all!” Amy just stood there staring at Becky, then she pointed at the breasts she’d blown into. “You really are inflatable…” Amy burst out laughing.
Becky looked down to her breasts and saw that the left one was now visibly larger. She was stunned… now she had really become an inflatable girl! But how? She had to do something, though, she couldn’t walk around with one of her breasts bigger than the other. “Amy, you’ve got to…” Becky looked around, but Amy was gone. She looked down at her breasts again… had she imagined it all? No, the left one was bigger than the right one; okay, so the difference wasn’t so great after all… but still, it looked bigger. Or had her left breast always been bigger? No, she would have noticed… Becky stood in exactly the same spot for several minutes, examining her breasts through her t-shirt. Finally, she realized there was only one way to find out if she really was inflatable.
She bent down her head as best she could and clumsily blew into her right breast. Amy had gotten a good blow in, but for Becky, it was far more difficult to blow herself up due to the impractical angle. But something was happening… Becky was blowing up her own breasts! She stopped blowing and admired her work – now the breasts were approximately the same size. The possibilities! She would be irresistible! If she wanted to impress the guys who liked ‘em big, all she had to do was blow them up!
Amy had returned without Becky noticing it and she capitalized on Becky’s elation over her blown-up breasts. Becky was too distracted to notice Amy sneak up to her and when Amy stuck the valve of the bicycle pump into her mouth, she was so shocked that she couldn’t move.
“Let’s see how inflatable you really are,” Amy announced as she started to pump. The first two times she pressed down the handle, Becky’s cheeks blew up, but when Amy pressed down for a third time, a bubble of air noticeably traveled down Becky’s throat and into her body. Now it became much easier to pump and Becky appeared to be helpless as she was being pumped up like a balloon.
Amy watched her sister losing human shape. She couldn’t help but do commentary as she pumped up Becky. “I bet you thought you could make yourself a cheap little slut with big boobs, well, looks like your boobs are about to disappear into the rest of your inflated body! This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Well, now you’re gonna get it, now you’re gonna be a big, puffed-up balloonwoman. Hey, you always were kinda blown up, now you’re simply getting the body to go with your personality, Becky. Oh my, how big can you get? You’re huge! You know, I guess I should call you Balloony instead of Becky from now on!”
Amy stopped pumping up her sister when Becky looked just like she had on Looner Toons: a big inflated ball with a head, hands and feet. It was especially humiliating to be in the hands of her younger sister, who now could do what she wanted with her. Becky had always had the advantage of being older and could always exercise some power, but now Amy simply picked her up and ran outside to play with her.

PART 3 – At the Carnival

It was a sleepy Sunday morning as Amy awoke in her comfy bed. She had had a crazy dream in which she had been Becky, and even worse, had been blown up like a balloon! She didn’t understand the dream at all, as she certainly had no desire to be inflated whatsoever.
She tried to shrug it off as just a silly dream, but even as she was putting on her gold skin tight lycra bottoms and buttoning her favorite white shirt so that you could still see the black push up bra she was wearing beneath it, she couldn’t quite shake the images from her mind. Amy went downstairs, took note of her sister Becky sitting in front of the TV watching some cartoon – she watched for a moment, it had nothing to do with inflation – and then went out for a walk into the woods.
She was in a strange mood and walked quite far without noticing it. Just as she was becoming conscious of the large distance she had covered, she spied some kind of abandoned carnival in the distance. She knew of the carnival, but she’d never been out this far into the woods, so she’d never seen it in person. The carnival had been put up and been very successful at first, but due to some unfortunate accident had had to close down early; there had simply been no money available to remove the carnival attractions.
Amy brushed her dark hair back as she looked at the huge tent – she could see into the tent through a hole and what she saw was… no, she needed to take a closer look. She walked up to the tent and then circled it till she discovered the main entrance on the other side and stepped inside.
She couldn’t believe her eyes. Inside, there were literally hundreds of balloons in various sizes, as well as a few dozen huge beach balls. Amy did not wonder why they were all inflated or how long they had been there, she simply stood in awe and looked at the sea of balloons and beach balls in front of her. The beach balls were much bigger than the ones her family took with them when they drove to the ocean in summer; they were easily as big as Amy and seemed fitting for a circus. But the balloons impressed Amy even more even though she did not care for balloons much – she felt they were something way too childish – as the smallest ones were already quite large. Amy noticed four sizes altogether: apart from those “normal-sized” ones, there were a few bigger ones that resembled weather balloons, then two the size of hot air balloons, and finally two more that could best be described as blimps!
Amy also took in the amazing smell of the hundreds of rubber inflatable in the tent and surprisingly did not think of her dream at all anymore. For a moment, she felt the resistance towards playing with them that came from her puberty, but here she was all alone in the woods in a huge top full of balloons – she felt drawn into the sea of balloons and simply had to play with them. The moment she overcame her silly wall of restraint, Amy burst out laughing and enjoyed running right into the sea of balloons, tossing them all around her, giggling as they dropped back down onto her head and body.
She came to stand before a weather balloon-sized balloon and suddenly recalled the dream of Becky being inflated. Certain of the fact that she was all by herself, she picked up the balloon and began talking to it, pretending it was her sister: “But Becky, what’s happened to you? You’re all blown up!” Amy loved mocking her “sister,” the balloon. “Looks like you aren’t the one in charge anymore. You always get to do everything and I’m not allowed to do anything… well, now I can do what I want with you, Becky, cause you’re just a balloon!” She bounced her imaginary sister to the ground violently, then ran her fingernails across her “skin.” “Are you scared, Becky? You’re so full of air… hot air,” Amy laughed.
“Hey, Becky, do you mind if I have a seat,” Amy inquired, placing the huge balloon on the floor in front of her and then sitting down on it. “What’s that you say Becky, I should watch out you don’t pop? Well that would be a shame, wouldn’t it?” Amy bounced down hard onto the balloon, but it didn’t pop. She tried twice more, but the balloon resisted to pop. Finally, Amy dug her fingernails into the balloon stretched beneath her and viciously popped it.
For a moment, the sound of the balloon popping reverberated through the large tent. For a moment, after the echo had finally dissipated everything was silent. But in the next moment, there was only the sound of squeaking rubber coming from everywhere. The balloons and beach balls were starting to move by themselves!
Amy screamed as she felt the pressure of dozens of balloons knocking into her from all directions. This lasted for well over a minute and as the attack stopped for a moment, Amy was all dizzy and could not think. Suddenly, two of the smaller balloons slipped in beneath her white shirt and underneath her black bra. Their mouths attached themselves to Amy’s nipples and emptied their air into Amy’s tits. As the air caused her breasts to expand, Amy screamed again. “Oh my God! Help! What’s going on? Please stop!”
Already two more balloons were attaching themselves to her nipples and blowing their air into her boobs. Her breasts did not inflate as big as the balloons that deflated, but this was only a minor comfort, as Amy’s inflation was continuing and there were still hundreds of balloons left to blow her up!
After the first six balloons, her tits had grown to D-cups and her the buttons of her shirt could no longer hold Amy’s new shape. One of the buttons that was shot from her shirt burst yet another balloon. “Oh, shit… wait, that was an accident,” Amy called out, but it was no use. It was now time for the weather balloons to deflate into her tits. Her bra burst from her body immediately as her tits grew to huge proportions.
Now Amy knew what Pamela Anderson must feel like with two beach balls sticking from her body unnaturally. Amy watched the next balloons attach themselves to her nipples. For a moment, Amy stood there with her huge tits sticking out from her body and two more big weather balloons attached to her. She felt like a blow up doll, like a big-breasted sex object. A big-breasted sex object. A big-breasted sex object. The term kept running through her mind and suddenly, she realized that the feeling of the balloons blowing their air into her was not uncomfortable at all – it brought greater pleasure than Amy had ever experienced before in her entire life.
A new thought entered her mind and though she resisted uttering it for a moment, it soon broke through and Amy blurted out: “YES! MAKE ME BIGGER!” The moment she admitted this lust, she finally started to cum… and wouldn’t stop cumming.
Amy reached up for her breasts and began to massage them as her inflation continued. It was amazing that only her breasts were growing as the rest of her body remained unaltered. No porn star with fake tits had ever gotten this huge, Amy knew, as she realized that her inflated tits were bigger than the rest of her body. She loved the fact that they had a perfect round balloon-like shape. They were so full, yet still expandable.
“Turn my boobs into blimps,” she begged the balloons and a moment later, the two blimp balloons attached themselves to her squeaky nipples. They deflated within seconds and Amy was boosted up into the air. Still, her inflation was not finished. The balloons resembling hot air balloons inflated her even bigger, and now the beach balls began blowing up Amy’s breasts even bigger.
“My tits are balloons, my tits are huge!” Amy called out. Nine tenths of her body now were her inflated breasts. She was more balloon-breasts than woman. She was filling out the whole tent and still growing. Her breasts were expanding in her face and she loved the feel of her rubbery skin on her lips. She kissed her swelling boobs with a passion.
Soon, she lifted the tent up into the air, her breasts were so big. From one minute to the next, her boobs were much bigger than all the air in the balloons combined, as finally, the last balloons emptied their air into Amy.
Then a strong wind came up that swept Amy away, carried by her huge blimp-like breasts.

PART 4 – Return to the Carnival

Back at home, Becky turned off the TV. She’d just watched a ridiculous cartoon called Looner Toons that told the story of a girl that walked out into the woods, came upon a tent filled with balloons and beach balls, and was then had her breasts inflated. She was shocked they’d show something like that in a cartoon.
She wondered where Amy had gone and why it had gotten so dark all of a sudden – was it about to rain? – so stepped out of the house. She looked up into the sky and saw that it was not a cloud that was blocking the sunlight – it was Amy who looked like she had swallowed two blimps!
“Hey Becky,” a tiny voice came from up high. “Who’s in charge now, huh?” Amy laughed as she hovered above her sister.
Suddenly, another strong wind came up and Amy was carried away rapidly, “No….. help!”, up, up and away, and soon out of sight.
Becky stood there for another moment or two and she couldn’t believe what she’d just seen and what had happened. “I don’t believe it… that was my dream, my fetish… this is so unfair!”
But then she realized that what she’d seen on TV on Looner Toons was not fantasy… it was reality. And that meant that she, too, could have her breasts blown up by hundreds of balloons. Her eyes grew wide at the realization and in the next instant, she sprinted off into the woods to get to the site of the carnival.
When Becky got there, the tent was no longer there – it had been lifted into the sky when Amy had been inflated – but Becky knew exactly where it had been, for there were hundreds of uninflated balloons spread out on the ground in a wide circle covering everything beneath it. Becky stepped onto the beautiful, colorful ground.
“Those balloons are going to inflate my tits soon…” she whispered. Then she looked around. There was no one there that could hear her. She paused for a moment. She’d never said anything like that out loud before, but here she stood surrounded by so many balloons that were about to inflate her breasts… she had to say it out loud: “You sexy balloons are gonna blow up my tits! You’re gonna give me balloon-boobs!”
Simply saying those words excited Becky. They reminded her that it would be wiser to remove her bra, which she did. She no longer needed a push-up bra; she looked at the leopard skin bra in her hands, her favorite, the one with the air cushions inside them. It had always given Becky a feeling of having inflated breasts and it had always felt great when she had cupped her hands over her tits then. But soon, her tits would be full of air and she would no longer need push-ups. Of course she would also be wise enough to end her inflation before she got huge. Becky realized that while she had always dreamed of being inflated to the size Amy had gotten, it was just a bit impractical and she could have much more fun if the size of her inflated tits still let her walk around.
Becky had an idea. She got down on her hands and knees and then dropped down so that she was lying on the ground on top of the balloons. It excited her the way without the bra on, her top now almost exposed her nipples. As she lay on top of the balloons, parts of her breasts already came into contact with the rubber of the balloons. The smell of the balloons that were right in front of her nose was so intoxicating!
She sat up, grabbed as many balloons she could get into her hands, then opened her black skin-tight pants and shoved balloons inside her panties, more and more and more. She couldn’t stop and felt the desire to have her whole body be covered with balloons. She shoveled them into her top as well and realized how incredibly wet her pussy was getting.
But no more delay! It was time to get big balloon boobs. Becky reached for a big orange balloon and stuck it under her top right onto her left nipple. “Go on, blow it up,” she demanded, but the balloon simply hung down from her nipple without inflating it. “Blow me up, what are you waiting for?” Becky asked the balloon, before realizing her mistake.
“Oh, of course, you have no air to give me.” Becky took the orange balloon in her mouth and blew it up. She then reached into her top and held her right breast up so that her nipple was uncovered. Then she pressed the orange balloon against it and waited for it to inflate. She loved the idea of blowing her tits up with her own air. But nothing happened. The air rushed out of the balloon, but found its way past her nipples so that when the balloon was deflated, her breasts had not grown an inch.
The truth dawned on Becky. “Nooooooo! Amy, what did you do? You used up all the balloons! I could have had big balloon breasts, Amy, but you ruined it for me! You ruined it, Amy! I wanted to be a balloon-slut, but now I’ve got to live with my small, normal boobs forever… Aaaaaaaamy! Aaaaaaaaamy! Why did you use them all?”
Becky was having a tantrum and began acting like a spoiled little baby girl. “I want balloon breasts, I want balloon breasts,” she kept repeating while racing around kicking the useless, deflated balloons around. Then she spotted one last inflated balloon. She calmed down and walked over to it. It was light blue and average-sized. Becky held it up to her chest, picturing what the balloon could do for her. For a final happy moment, she pictured herself with a huge cleavage, strutting around in a tight, red latex dress seducing everyone. But the next moment, she realized that it was only one balloon – there was no way she could inflate both her breasts! If she fulfilled her dream of blowing up her breasts, she would forever be a freak with one big air-filled tit and a small one. Becky’s rage returned and in her fury, she dug her nails into the blue balloon that seemed to mock her and popped it.
Suddenly, there was a movement from somewhere just outside the circle of balloons. Becky heard something approaching her rapidly and she turned to see what was happening. But she could identify what was charging her in time – it appeared to be two long snakes that dove into her top from below and bit right into her nipples. Becky was stunned. Her eyes traced the “snakes” back to their origin, following their endless “tails” until her eyes met two huge helium tanks. “Oh my God,” was all that Becky could mutter before the gas shot through the hoses and into her breasts for the first time.
As opposed to Amy’s inflation, Becky’s began rapidly. The speed of the helium being pushed through the hose was immense and Becky’s tits had no choice but to expand accordingly. Becky watched her boobs grow from B to… she didn’t even know what size they were, but it looked as if she had two beach balls hanging from her chest.
“Stop, stop – they’re big enough!” Becky called out. “I got what I wanted… it’s enough now!” But her words were of no use. The hiss of the helium continued and Becky had no choice but to witness her top bursting from her body, no fully exposing her ballooning globes. Dozens of balloons that she had stuck inside her top were ejected into the air. Only now did it occur to her that she could try and remove the hoses from her nipples. She reached around her huge tits and her fingertips touched the hoses… for a few more seconds… before her tits blew up even bigger and forced Becky’s hands away from her nipples.
“I’m getting too big! I’m becoming a balloon-breasted freak!” Becky screamed and for a moment, the echo of her cry blocked out the sound of the helium rushing into her. Becky realized what she had just said about herself and began to like the sound of it. “Balloon breasts, balloon breasts”, she repeated.
She bent down with some difficulty because of the weather balloons that were her breasts. But she managed to reach the ground and grab some balloons. She began to stick as many as she could between her expanding tits. Then she noticed that gradually, her breasts were getting so big that she was floating – not yet rising up into the air, but for now merely floating a few inches above the ground. She grabbed as many balloons as she could manage and then stuck about twenty into her mouth at once and sucked on them like a baby. Simultaneously, she reached for her breasts and began to massage them on the side.
Then, Becky’s ascent began. She began to float up towards the sky up as far up as the hoses would allow. There was a moment’s pause, which Becky used to remove the balloons from her mouth and stick between her breasts so that they would always be near her. She looked at her breasts that were as big as blimps, then looked down at the tanks and yelled: “BIGGER! BIGGER!”
She felt even more helium blow into her and whispered a sigh, “Aaahhhh…”. The next minute, her nipples vanished into her body and there was nothing left to keep the hoses attached to her, for now she had two perfectly round balls for breasts. Becky began to dance in circles as she was now permitted to fly even higher. The wind played with the huge balloon that Becky had become and blew her around as it liked.

PART 5 – The sisters meet again

“Becky?”
Becky was amazed to hear a voice up where she floated, and even more so for it to be a familiar one. But it was the only voice she could hear up there, for there was only one other person who had tits that were inflated so big that they made her float in the sky.
“Amy?”
“Oh my God, you’re as big as me!” Amy was amazed that anyone else should have grown to have such hugely inflated tits as her.
“Actually, I’m a big bigger, you know…”
Amy’s face grew red. “You always have to be better than me, don’t you.”
Becky loved to toy with Amy. “Hey, you’ll always be my little baby sister… of course my tits are bigger than yours!”
Amy had heard enough. She maneuvered her way over to Becky. Becky tried to move out of the way, but she had not had enough practice at flying through the air with her tits inflated like blimps. For once, Amy had more experience than she did. Becky realized that Amy had her number.
Amy made sure that Becky’s arms were nowhere near her, as she came up to her face and moved one of her hands up to her breasts. She let her fingernails run across Becky’s rubbery tits. Becky’s breasts made a squeaking noise. “I’ll make it simple… blow me up even bigger or I’ll pop your tits!”
Damn, that Amy was such a brat… but what a sexy idea that was at the same time. Amy pursed her lips. Becky no longer so Amy as her sister, Amy was a huge balloon and her lips were the mouth of the balloon, and now Becky would get the chance to inflate the world’s biggest balloon. “Come here, you big balloon,” Becky said before taking Amy in her mouth and blowing into her.
Amy could feel the air blowing in from Becky into her body and she eagerly anticipated the moment that was sure to come at any moment: when she would finally be bigger than her rival. Amy realized that she’d always been jealous of Becky, but soon, she would ultimately surpass her sister when she became the bigger balloon.
As blimp-breasted women, Amy would always have the advantage over Becky. Amy had adapted perfectly to her new life as a balloon-woman and Becky’s size advantage was about to be blown away. These thoughts distracted Amy from what was actually happening. By the time she realized it, it was too late.
Her breasts weren’t being inflated – her head was. Becky had a difficult time suppressing her smile. She somehow realized Amy wasn’t paying attention and tried to inflate her head as much as possible up to the point where it was too late for Amy to do anything about it. Now she could openly laugh.
Amy’s head was all blown up and with her head will with air, she was now a real air-head. Amy tried to move her hands so that she could somehow knock Becky away or pop her, but she had no more control over her body. With her head being a balloon now, all of her was a balloon. Becky had triumphed over her again. Amy was now Becky’s toy balloon!
Amy reminded her of a balloon she’d had as a young teenager. It was a balloon with a face on it and when you blew it up, it got a huge nose. Of course, the difference was that that balloon had had its mouth printed on it and Amy was being inflated through her mouth. Becky suddenly remembered how she had inflated the balloon and then kissed it on the mouth that was drawn on it. Then she would let the air blow out of the balloon while she left her lips on the mouth. Somehow, this had always excited her. Afterwards, she’d blow it up again and kiss it tenderly. It was one of the first times she had had an orgasm.
For a moment, she considered kissing Amy and pressing the air from her head into her own, but she realized that it would make her as helpless as Amy and this was certainly not what she wanted. “Well, sis’, it looks like you’re my balloon-toy now.”
Suddenly, two lassos shot up into the sky and fastened themselves to the girls’ mouths. Becky felt the lasso tightening around her lips as she mumbled, “What the-?” Then, she and Amy were pulled back down to the ground. Both girls saw who was pulling them down at the same time and they both knew what was about to happen next – they remembered it from some dream they’d almost forgotten about.
With the pig-woman looking on, the hare and the duck were pulling down the two blimps from the sky. Then they handed the lassos, which had now turned to strings, to two young girls, who ran away happily with their balloon-toys.

THE END