He looked at her, she looked at him, the way two people look at each other the first time they realize they love each other. They were like two peas in a pod, two humans in a room, to lovers in a relationship, sharing the same scene as if they were each extensions of the same being. Lying down on their king size bed together they embraced one another. He was naked, she wore a pink thong, their bodies entwined like spaghetti cooking in a pot, and just as hot and steamy. He showed her the hose again and she bit her lip, closing her eyes as if to imagine what the adolescent night had in store for them, for him, for her body.
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She was silly, daft and light, but also cheeky, forgiving and beautiful. She could cure any aliment, any ache or pain with only a kiss and hug. Any grazes or cuts required a little more encouragement and soothing, a back massage and a cup of honey tea would usually do it. These healing powers as they were, did not limit her in the least. She would most often use excessive measures to relieve or distress him, any excuse to "use herself" as a tool of healing. One of her favorite methods was giving him a back massage…. with her breasts, her supple perky breasts. They were not big but by no means were they tiny. Three quarters of a C cup was at her disposal, and he loved every cubic millimeter of them, the way they tasted when he licked and kissed them, the way they smelt when he rested he weary head on her chest, her breathing calm and soothing, despite her fluttering heart.
He was tall, energetic and lean. A 6'4" chiseled manikin insulated with thin layer of fat. He was defined, rigid and hard but at the same time soft when and where it counted, mostly when he was being used as her personal pillow, her man pillow. His breathing was far deeper and slower than hers, one trait he gained from years of sport and an active lifestyle.
He loved to touch her everywhere even on her toes, the way she withdrew her feet like a hermit crab withdraws into its shell always made them giggle. They loved to giggle, more so then laughing. They were each other's fallback. When he was cheerless she cheered for him, and when she couldn't go on he carried her. They loved each other very much. Their relationship had lasted a couple years, and like any relationship it had been tested, but no matter how dark and strained it became they always pulled through, always managing to grow stronger as a result.
She was joyous when he was happy, and he was grey when she was worn, they lived with and for each other, and neither could be happier, that is until she found out his secrete. His secrete, which he had kept hidden, locked in a safe at the bottom of ocean where no one would ever find it, his fantasy, his dream, somehow she found it. Completely by accident while he was away, she came across his artistic side, his imaginative and beautiful side in the form of several stories. She read knowing they were secret and personal, his and nobody else's.
A text message from her would give him directions to a lowly cave of shame and embarrassment… "fuck she found them" he cursed while driving home, a bead of sweat dribbling down his forehead and into his left eye, the salt stinging it was nothing compared to mental anguish he was destroying himself with. What would she think of him? Would she leave him? Would this querky misfit of a woman he came to love think of him as a weird perverted soul and abandon him? Questions, so many questions needed answering, answers he was too afraid to confront, questions he was too cowardly to ask.
Everything he feared, everything he doubted about himself as a person and what would happen between him and his other half…… never came into fruition. Instead he returned home to a welcoming hug and a smile, her healing powers easily unruffled him. All tension, all anxiety evaporated from his clammy skin the moment she touched him. "But the stories, how could you possib.." she quickly raised her finger to his lips and silenced him. She looked at him pleadingly with a touch of disappointment. "How could you possibly think those stories would make me think less of you?" was her answer to his half question. "They are really good, and besides….." she let the words roll off her tongue and linger in the air a bit before drawing him in, her lips but a centimeter from his ear… "they are pretty sexy"….
To his surprise she requested more stories, and with hesitance at first he continued writing stories encapsulating his fantasy, his fetish, his secret. She loved them, asking for another and another story to be written about him and her. She was his love, but now she also wanted to be his fantasy, his sexual pleasure and means of true release. With the stories came questions, how, what, when, where and why. Before every answer from him came, he would precede it with a prolonged gulp, a stall which gave him time to conjugate and collect his thoughts, he was still trying to give the appearance of normality. Every round of questions though were deeper and more involving, she seemed to be getting into his fetish, even if a lot of the reason was just so she could be it.
Although he gulped and worried profusely about how he was going to answer her next question, he secretly wanted her to ask the deeper more in depth ones, for he loved his fantasy, and he wanted her to be a part of it, so much so that even talking about it with generated the weird and wonderful thoughts he longed for. For years he had to make due with talking to others who shared his fantasy over the internet, and whilst this satisfied him, it was only a temporary fix, like nicotine taking the edge off an addicted smoker. He had for sometime wanted to share his secret with someone, someone special, someone he hoped wouldn't have their vision of him redirected and obscured after the reveal. He had been hoping and wanting to tell her for weeks, months, but he had never the pair rise to the occasion. So once she tore down his medieval wall and ironed out his insecurities, he quickly gained a new found appreciation for her. He loved her so much. Never again could he fantasize about his fantasy without her in it, without her it seemed futile. No matter how big and round, no matter how firm and tight, no matter how light and buoyant, and no matter how wet and fun, without her it just seemed empty.
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So here they were, their bodies naked and muddled together, a pink thong and a hose somewhere in the mix. Her buns, her delicious buns sliced down the middle by an inch of pink cotton. She rolled on top of him, their front anatomies meeting, legs on legs, package against crotch, belly against belly and nipples kissing at the top. He walked his fingers onto her shoulders and twinkled them down towards her butt like a ballerina, all the while she stared at him with a deep longing in her eyes, her lower lip still being half eaten by the upper one. His hands reached their destination, taking positions on each bun before they cup and grab, massage and tickle, they were so soft and ripe. He toyed with her thong, knowing full well it drove her crazy, the elastic tension created by his tugging being transmitted around her waist and between her legs, the tugging….. tugging…. It made her so wet. She had "ruined" and "prepared her thong as it were, having cut two strategically placed holes in it. One sat underneath her rear end, the other by her wet sex. They both knew what was in store for her frame, so these holes were no surprise.
He kept playing with her ass cheeks, gradually getting more lively and forceful, pulling them apart and squishing them together. His left hand though had started migrating up towards her right breast, his hand caressing her handful, tweaking a nipple every couple seconds. She cooed and moaned softly, she loved this entrée, but it was clear they were both keen for the main course, her drooling sex was proof of that. It had started soaking the outskirts of the hole in her thong as well as his manhood, her sex juices dribbling down into his fluff, making everything wet and moist, slippery and sticky. He was rock hard from the moment she suggested they do this, it was his fantasy after all, up until this moment it was always in his head, always a figment of his imagination. Until now he had never imagined she would suggest this, and neither had she.
With the hose in his right hand leading to the tank of helium, he tentatively poked her hole with its tip, a metallic creature tasting its next victim. She turns to look at her rear, her head spinning like that of an owl, the hose still poised to penetrate. Her head quickly spins back round to look at him deeply, her face descending towards his, he prepares for a kiss, but instead of tender lips, he feels her cheek grace his as she descends further past his face. She lowered her head next to his, her lips giving his ear a playful suck, the way she had done many times before. He heard her breath deeply, she whispered to him… "do it".
The hose, still poised and ready to strike, crept forward….. forward towards her tight eager entrance. The tip of the hose finally kissed her hole tenderly, its coldness causing her to flinch forward an inch. A moment of recovery and she quickly replaced her ass to its previous position, ready to accept the cool nozzle. This time her opening does the kissing, the metallic stranger quickly warming to her touch. She forces her ass back a little harder, the hose still held firm by her lover, she presses harder and with more eagerness, her hole tenses before easing as the hose finally penetrates her body. She closes her eyes and slowly throws her head back as she sits down further, forcing inch after delicious inch into her rump.
A wet and lively tongue escapes her gentle lips, tasting the sexual aroma and stench of her sex juices. The hose has been driven a good 3 or 4 inches inside her, but she surprises him by rolling forward and heaving her breasts into his face. With clenched ass cheeks she drags the hose forward with her, her sweaty hand clasps his and forces him to grab the hose once more, tight and strong. With pleading eyes she stares at him, he knows exactly what she needs him to do. They pause and breathe together….. he throws the hose another 4 inches into her dense bowls, his fist around the hose smacking her ass, she can feel the hose at the base of her belly button, she loves it.
She gestures to him with her eyes, he understands, his other hand crawling over to the helium tank, the leaver fitting perfectly into his palm, like it were made for him to operate….. he obliges its calling. The hose, the umbilical cord between her and the tank grows firm and wiggles a bit as it pressurizes and fills with the inert gas. The gas follows its one and only path, forward towards her body, soon to be reformed into his ultimate fantasy and her new sexual desire. A tiny squeak escapes her crack as the helium finally gets to her, her cheeks still firmly clamped onto the hose. "Oh my god I can't believe I'm letting you do this to me" she whispers into his eyes. Her tummy gurgles and bubbles, the helium opening up channels inside, wriggling and creeping through her like a snake through piping. She feels the head of this snake deep inside her, migrating upwards past her belly button and gathering under her breasts.
He follows her eyes with his, starting with her face and drifting down the length of her neck and past her shoulders, through her flattened cleavage and down to her belly button, the source of her body's gurgling announcements. She coo's, smiles and cradles her belly as a baby bump emerges, pressing its bulbous head outward and stretching her tight skin tighter. It's beautiful and amazing altogether, for both of them. The bump grows and expands, covered and rubbed by 2, 3, 4 hands, fingers pressing and pinching it, each poke being compared to the previous one with amazement.
As her belly grows artificially, his member grows un-naturally, feeling like it had doubled in length and girth at the same pace as her bodies expansion. He grabs her mid-back and rolls her forward making her bum lift off his pelvis ever so slightly, just enough to….. "ssssshmmmmmm" they both squeeze through clenched teeth in unison as his member, aided by her torrent of slippery sex juices easily infiltrates her piece of heaven, reaching deep up inside her while she sits back up. He can feel the pressure within her pressing back, surrounding his cock in a borage of tightening flesh. With her belly beginning its journey across his, they start fucking in unison, her stiffening hips and crotch pulsing back and forth while his hips and loins piston up and down… back forth up down pushing pulling in out deeper harder faster. She grew all the while they made love, their eyes only parting to gaze temporarily and with upmost astonishment at her growing and gurgling belly. She looks many months pregnant, her skin having become taught and firm from the bubble of gas within. All this pressure was contributing to their horizontal dance of passion and lust.
With his hands kissing her body all over, she grows and grows like a living breathing, moaning balloon. Her belly button finally linking up with his as it protrudes out nearly a foot, her sides and hips bulging out like a balloon being squished between her growing thighs. A muffled squeak escapes her ass cheeks as gas continues to pass the wrong way through her little hole, exactly what they both want. Her tummy begins to creak as its growth slows, the helium inside her continuing its forceful search for space. With the stretch in her belly skin absorbing as much gas as a willing balloon could, the flow of helium pushes deeper, almost as if it were beginning to understand the monumental task lying ahead of it. His hand parts from her body only for a moment to once again play with the handle on the helium tank….. he opens it further in response to the slowing of her growth. She coo's at his gesture, relaxing her form so to as better allow for the intrusion of the foreign gas.
Her thong was beginning to exaggerate her buns, both growing like muffins in an oven. The hole in her panties around her sex was also affecting her form, the pressure behind it causing it to bulge out through the cut out gate way, causing more and more of her lips to begin enveloping more and more of his member. Both he and she were in pure ecstasy, her belly having halted its growth completely at the 2 foot mark, depending on the instantaneous strength of their combined fuck, her belly button would compress and squish up against his face. With his tongue out he would lick her form every time it visited his face, she tasted beautiful and moist, even though she hadn't fully begun sweating yet. Her crotch and crack were under a continuingly mounting pressure from the pink fabric, both making protesting noises. More sex driven moments passed and slowly the pink thong, there only to guide his member and the instrument of her inflation into her body, began turning into a instrument of confinement. She longed for its inevitable failure, the thong itself being personified as a lost soul willing on the end of its life from the strain. The tearing of fabric was faintly heard over the hiss of the helium tank, not to mention the wet slapping sounds made when his body went crashing into her rubbery swollen inflated form.
Until now only her belly, crotch and ass had accepted her bodies increase in volume, the rest acting in protest by remaining minute by comparison. Slowly she had begun falling forward onto him, with her ass cheeks, thighs and calves having quadrupled in girth. Neither minded, in fact he welcomed her breasts to his face, though they were completely drowned out by her smothering belly. Both were still humping and pumping, licking and fucking when her breasts, her supple breasts with more than just enough mass to jiggle every time she landed on his dick, finally gave in. A gurgle, no two gurgles spoke up from deep within her chest, each muffled by her cushioning breast tissue like pillow gags. They both stopped their love making and stared, waiting for the first visible signs of growth. In between heavy panting and breathing, the gurgles became individual hissing noises and stretching rubbery sounds. The tingling behind her nipples tormenting her beyond anything she could think of at that point in time, his face working its way over enormous belly to sit in her softening cleavage, the stubble on his chin tickling her upper belly causing the taught skin to quiver and squeak…… "AHA" she says like an excited 10 year old girl as her hands leave the pillow his head was resting on and began cupping her mounds, no that isn't right, her breasts, no her boobs, no her tits, melons, mamories, bowling balls… "oh my god, that is fuchering awplsum" his face being overrun with moist breast flesh mid statement. She giggled and squeezed her newly grown assets between her arms, warm rubber embracing his ears. Her breasts became the growing attraction of her form with the rest of her stretched out body having halted its growth, almost as if it felt pity for her tits, denying themselves gas and force feeding her breasts helium from the welcome intruder up her ass, allowing them to catch up.
Her nipples popped out…. Her belly button popped out, his eyes just about popped out at her immensity. All over her fabric, squeaking and straining became eminent, but they both new there was only one of two ways this was going to end, and neither option involved stopping the flow of helium, though her thong tried, it soon failed after a valiant effort, a distant snap emerging out of her ass cheeks causing her to jiggle. Her legs were becoming rigid and pained in their bent state. The pleasure on her face slowly drifted as her thoughts were dominated by the pain originating around her knees. For the past few minutes she had been using her knees as shock absorbers, bouncing up and down on him with her protruding sex, each time her lips fully swallowed his rod and crashed into his crotch they would bulge and spread like an exercise ball being used during a pump class at the gym. The pain kept growing along with the testing pressure building around her knees, her thighs having swollen to over a meter around each. With good grace her right leg gave out first, her volume rolling over to the left, giving her leg space to straighten and ease. A moment later and her body lulled to the right, her left leg repeating the procedure. After the maneuver, she found herself sitting on his cock, no longer able to bounce like before, it was all up to him now, though he had never stopped fucking her, the smell of sex and rubber lingering in the sheets of the bed with them.
Finally her breasts caught up with the rest of her body, her nipples pressing deep into the pillow supporting his head, he noted even the skin covering her sternum between her boobs had softened and expanded out many inches. He pumped, she pumped up and out, with each fuck he felt her lightening, he too had wrap his arms around her thighs in order to keep her up and down motion in sync with his crotch, the helium finally starting to take effect. She was sitting bolt upright now, her legs housing her tits covering his face, now her arms though were being forced to inflate, gradually gaining volume, she didn't dare resist. She grew and swelled and expanded slowly now, she was growing tighter as her skin approached its linear elastic limit. The hiss of the tank slowed as her body began fighting back, trying to refuse its insisting offering of inert gas, but it couldn't stop it. For a moment she stopped growing entirely, her belly now having pressed his head back and growing into and around his neck.
Creaking, groaning, moaning and breathing were still enough to overpower the hissing of the tank, that is until her frame gave in, much like her legs had before. Her swelling rapidly accelerated back to its previous speed, resembling something like that of a small internal explosion. Now all of her grew with purpose, like she was meant to get bigger, meant to be huge and inflated. Her breasts breached the 3 foot mark in front of her, her belly having surpassed the 6 foot mark and completely covering him, all she could see of him was his fingers on the left and right hand horizons of her belly, in between her spreading tits. She was so round and immense that he could no longer hold her down, the only force holding her to him was the friction and inflated tightness of her vagina sucking onto his cock. The helium, rather than hinder their sexual dance actually aided their efforts in the end. He would pump into her, denting her vagina, still clamped tight onto him, and with a delayed bounce she would lift off him before the tension from her nether lips would pull her capacity right back down. This act of inflation sex bouncing drove both of them near the limits of sexual frustration. With every bounce her sex lubricated itself and his member further, heightening the slap of every bouncing contact, but at the same time the increasing pressure inside her only tightened her grasp around the only thing keeping her down.
This continued, up down slap, up down slap, up down slap until finally her form reached that of a star-fishing sphere with a head on top. Both were on the verge of orgasm, he pumped into her faster, focusing on the rubber swelling over his face, his arms still grasping somewhat around her belly in between her spread out breasts, her nipples now pressing firmly into the head of the bed. He finally felt his loins filling with his liquid seed, inflating his canal much like she was filling with helium. She was clueless to his ecstasy only concerned now with getting bigger, taking in more gas, becoming his ultimate fantasy, filling, swelling…. Cumming. From behind all one could see was a series of spheres, the biggest being her belly in the middle, half a breast visible each side, but from behind the most amazing thing was her ass. Each cheek was now passing the size of fully filled bean bags, growing now past his knees and falling alongside his calves. Their breathing deepened, her mind fell further from reality, she swelled, he filled, and the tank hissed and forced helium into her….. They came together finally, a fountain of cum spurting into her emptiness, her pussy replying by unleashing a torrent of juices, her pussy losing its struggle against the laws of buoyancy. With a "ferrrwip" she slipped off his, the slight jerk enough to cause her to dribble juices onto him as she drifted up to their shallow ceiling.
A silent moan escaped her lips as she drifted, drifted up and bounced off the ceiling, nearly touching him again on the rebound. Both had their eyes close during their climatic accent to ultimate ecstasy, after she settled on the ceiling, rolling back and forth a few times they rejoined the aroma, eyes opening and forcing amazed smiles across their faces, for her belly button was a mere 8 inches away from his sweating body, heaving breaths pulsing through his ordinary frame. She laughed but she did not know why, still quivering like a broken pond from her orgasm. Deep within her she felt whole and complete, yet with the tank still regurgitating more gas into her, all she could think about was more… more gas, more size and pressure, more her, and he could see it in her face as she giggled now, drunk on pleasures the human form was not meant to feel. For a moment he thought about closing the tanks valve and ending this fantasy, but they both knew this event could only end in one of two ways, both of which left the tank fully open. So he just lay there, looking at her body once again growing towards his, both anticipating the meeting of their skin once more like the anticipation of a first kiss, a first sexing, a first inflation, only a moment ago.
She was straining now, though her body had been complaining from the very start she was only now acknowledging it, creaks and groans finally falling on clear ears, he heard them too, a moment of panic surfacing on both their faces. He didn't want it to end like that, he wanted something, someone to hold and share after this ordeal, but they both knew this could end in only one of two ways, and neither way involved turning off the gas. 6 inches away from him now, the creaks grew angryand painful, but she gorged off the excitement being sent down south to her pussy, a lake of sex juices being held back by her lips which were clamping down on themselves, adding further to her stimulation.
4 inches, he wanted to touch her skin so badly, but he teased her by waiting, waiting for her body to stretch far enough to reach out to him. The moment they would be united again was torturous and cruel. She was finding it hard to breathe now, her body trying to reject any further intake of volume for fear of its barrier rupturing. With every breath out, her body sighed in relief by emitting another painful moan. She couldn't ignore the feeling of pressure any longer, she was nearing her maximum capacity, she longed for it, the force behind her holes stimulating her internally beyond all comprehension, not a drop of sex dripped down onto him, she was so tight all over.
2 inches now, a deep enough breath filling his lungs would be enough to touch her, but he with held, not wanting to destroy their fantastical moment. All that she could do was tense, though that wasn't an awful lot, limited primarily to her toes and fingers, holes and sexual slice. Her bum was so tightly clamped around the hose that it warped somewhat, becoming oval as it entered her. Her skin by his judgment had no give to it at all, looking shiny and reflective, he could swear he could see a blurred and distorted reflection of himself in and around her breasts.
Half an inch separated their forms, two amazingly different forms. She could do nothing now but omit muffled groaning noises of her own, complementing how her body felt, but she dare not let those moans of panic and fear take over the ones of her sexual deviancy and blissfulness. The hissing of the tank dulled and slowed again, though this time they knew there was more than one reason for it. Besides her body offering a tremendous amount of resistance, the pressure inside the tank was nearing equilibrium with her body, meaning if she could hold out a little longer, then this would end the one way he preferred, otherwise….. The hiss was very quiet now, though still dangerous and rude. It might have been edging her closer towards certain doom, but it was also stretching her, expanding and inflating her closer towards him. Millimeters apart, her belly button erect and protruding from her, the only interruption across her smooth round belly.
She was so light and delicate floating above him, every exhale from his breath crashing into the "top" of her belly and breasts, causing her to rock back and forth like a child on a swing. They were no longer counting distance, only time, for that was all they had between them and one epic finale. The creaks and groans emanating deep within her were continuous now, neither could interrupt it…. just a steady growling grumbling stretching noise, combined with the soft hiss of the tank one could imagine a deviant harmonic unison of sounds, a melody of instruments playing together in front of a crowd of pure blissful tension. This was it, the end of his and now her fantasy was seconds away, which instrument would be silenced first, the lulling pushing of gas into her blimp from the tank, or the crescendo of protestation from the vast amount of stored energy dwelling inside her.
A moment of silence, she clenched and squirted, he tightened and spurted, his sticky goo rising in slow motion from his cock, hitting the side of her paper lining, covering and splattering, she could feel every minute droplet, their warmth quickly dispersing over her skin with her own juices squirting repeatedly, the excess dribbling down towards him. They are in love, man and woman, human and balloon, she opens her eyes as her quivering subsides, muscles still clamped tight around her pussy, she smiles at him while takes stock of his fantasy, her body, the music stops. She eases herself to relax but her body is under far too much pressure, the helium inside waiting for her body to drop its guard, it strikes, asserting itself against her inner wall with full force, her growth exploding outward two inches instantly, "FUCK!!!" she screams. For the first time in what feels like a lifetime, their bodies meet once more, her outie mating with his innie, she stops rocking. With her body having grown onto him, all falls anxiously quiet and calm.
They breathe together in unison and with great hesitance…… he smiles at her, she returns the favor… "Babe, I think next time we get a bigger tank".