Balloon Lady, The

 

          It was early on a Saturday afternoon when I slid into a bar chair at my favorite watering stop. I must have looked down or disgusted since Sherm behind the bar came right over to me. I pointed to the beer tap of my choice without saying anything, and he obligingly put a cold one in front of me. There were only a few other people at the other end of the bar, and otherwise the place was quiet this early in the day.

          “You and Linda have another blowout?” he asked.

          “Yeah,” I replied, “the ultimate and final one. I think it has been a while coming, but we are probably better off apart. We were both silly to let it get to this point. “

          “Well,” he said, “we have all been through break ups before, once you get used to them not being around all the time, you can feel almost normal again. Do you feel like you want to go back with her again?”

          “No, not this time. I am pretty certain that this is it. The next woman I take up with is going to have to be someone that is very different from all other women I have known or been with. I don’t know in what way, but someone that makes me see things in ways I never would have thought possible. Does that make sense?”

          Sherm looked at me for a moment before he nodded slowly and said: “Yeah it does. To me it means that you are looking for something that is for real for a change, maybe you are looking to settle down with that very different person when you find her. Up till now I don’t think you have been real serious about anyone you have been with, and I have known you for over five years. I have seen you come in here with a dozen different bimbos, and other than how they look, they have all been pretty much the same. Guess you want out of the rut you are just realizing you are in.”

          At that moment Sherm went off to pour some more drinks for the other end of the bar, and I thought about what he had said. He was right I concluded. I now knew that I really did need someone very different in my life. Of course once one comes to this kind of realization, the next thought is: where does one go looking for this new and different person? Following on the heels of that thought was the thought that when you only find things or people like this when one is not looking for them. I shook my head and drank my beer while I thought about the reality of this conundrum of life, you only find what you are looking for when you are not looking for it.

          The final separation fight with my now ex-girlfriend was a downer for sure, but not so much that I wanted to get drunk over it. So after a second beer, I left  the bar and headed for home. I stopped at the mall on the way to get a present for my niece’s birthday party which was being held the following Saturday. My sister was going to make this a big gathering with entertainment for the kids and all of the family she could get together.

          The week passed uneventfully, and by the time I stopped in at my watering stop on my way home from work Friday evening, I was kind of adjusted to being a single guy again.

          “Feeling better?” asked Sherm as he slid a pint in front of me.

          “Yeah, I think so,” I responded. “Once I got clear in my head that I wasn’t going to let it drag me down like it has before, and that I really should stop and think about what I want before I get myself involved. Then it wasn’t so hard to get past the actual breakup. I actually think I got my head together a lot better this time.”

          “That’s good,” said Sherm as he drew a few more pints for some guys further down the bar. “One thing I have learned from being behind a bar and seeing all that I have, is that life keeps going on, and your happiness is usually to be found in some very unlikely places.”

          With that he headed off to the other end of the bar with the pints of beer.

          The next afternoon I went to my sister’s house for the birthday party of my 8 year old niece. My sister was really going all out for this one, inclusive of a clown for the kids entertainment. By the time I got there the kids were already starting to arrive.

          I got to the house and was greeted by my brother in law.

          “Good to see you Steve,” he greeted me, and escorted me through the house to the back yard where my niece and a few kids were playing. I had already let my sister know that I would be coming alone, and she had said that was fine since she had not really cared for Linda anyway.

          Since things were not yet getting going, I put my present for my niece on the table, got myself a beer, and wandered around the back yard while the kids played. As more kids arrived, things got progressively noisier, and I found myself wandering around the side of the house. My recent breakup had made me just a little withdrawn, and kids always seemed to entertain each other better I thought.

I walked around the side of the house and sat down on the lawn.

          Just then a large delivery type of van pulled up to the edge of the lawn in front of me, and a very pretty woman driving called out to me: “Is this where the Linsted party is?”

          “It sure is,” I called back. “But the party is not quite started yet. I think we are still waiting for the entertainment.”

          “That’s OK,” she said with a big smile. “Since I am the entertainment.”

          I had been so busy looking at her big blue eyes and even bigger smile that I had not even noticed the van she was driving. Now I looked at it. The side of the van was painted in a circus like theme with many different colored balloons on it. In huge balloon like letters it said:

                                                                                                                        Balloona the Clown

                                                                                                            parties, entertainment, and balloons

                                                                                                                                 for all occasions

 

 

          While I was looking this over, the woman had parked and disappeared into the back of her van. After a moment the back door of the van opened, and out stepped the most enormous woman I had ever seen. Not only was she huge, but she looked like a big balloon herself. She had her back to me, so at least I didn’t get caught staring. Then my eyes moved up to her full head of fluffy blond curls as she turned towards me, and once again I was taken with how very pretty she was. Her beautiful blue eyes, her plump round cheeks, and her very full lips pulled into a big smile. “Are you one of the adults giving this party?” she asked.

          “No,” I replied, “I am an uncle to the little girl whose party this is. I am just escaping the noise for a little bit while I enjoy this beer.”

          I was totally taken by her eyes and smile, but even as I looked her in the eye, I was taking in her clown outfit of differing colors. It looked like it had been made to make her deliberately look just like a huge beach ball. And, she looked like she fit into it in almost that way. As she stepped out of the back of the van I could not help but notice that she moved almost gracefully for someone as large as she was. She seemed to come out and down from the van slowly and gently, almost like she weighed very little.

          She turned back into the back of the van, and as I saw her in profile I realized that she was actually well endowed with womanly curves in spite of my first perception. The clown outfit may have been made to make her look like a beach ball, but as she bent forward into the back of the van I could clearly see she had a huge but beautifully proportioned ass, and to go along with it I could see two massive breasts riding atop her enormous belly. She may be big I decided, but she definitely had a unique sort of sexiness. I had just finished my beer and was getting up to go get another one when she asked if I could carry some things into the party.

          I went over to the back of the van and saw that it was filled with boxes of balloons and several large tanks of helium, as well as a small air compressor. One corner in the back had a makeup stand with mirror and all the sort of things you might expect a clown to need. She handed me a bundle of balloons already blown up, and then another bundle for my other hand.

          “Could you bring these into the party and just tie them around the area where I will be doing my act for the kids?” she asked. “Then come back and I will have you bring in the rest of them I have here. I hope you don’t mind, but I have to put on my makeup.” She gave me that big smile again, and there was no way I could have said no. As she turned back to give me the second bundle of balloons her belly brushed up against my arm. I felt the way my arm pushed into her and the tight stretchy feeling she had, and it suddenly hit me that her size was in the suit. I suddenly felt kind of silly for not having realized it at once. I looked over my shoulder at her as I walked away with the balloons, and was then pretty certain that it was part of her routine. The clown suit had to be inflatable to make her fit her namesake. I felt kind of foolish thinking about how amazed I had been at her enormous size. Even so I thought, she was still a big woman under the outfit.

          I was directed by my sister as to where to tie the balloons, and went out to the van to get the rest. As I approached I heard the hissing of gas and figured she was finishing a few more balloons for me to bring in. I came around the back of the van just as she was stepping out as a fully made up clown. She was also even bigger than she had been before, and she favored me with an even bigger smile than before, the clown makeup adding to the total effect. “So, what do you think, do I look like my name?” she asked.

          “Absolutely,” I replied. “Incidentally, my name is Steven Kavner, I am Cindy’s uncle.”

          “Very pleased to meet you,” she said shaking my hand.

          She reached into the van and again handed me two more bundles of balloons. Unlike the first bundles that had been latex, these were the mylar kind with cartoon animals on them. I looked at these for a moment as she fussed around in the back of her van. “Do you make balloon animals like I have seen other clowns do?” I asked.

          “Absolutely not,” she replied. “Balloons should be blown up to only the shape they are intended, and not twisted into things that would make them unhappy. They should also be properly inflated. A well inflated balloon is a happy balloon.” She finished with that big smile once again.

          “Well then,” I said as I eyed her up and down and smiled back, “You must be awfully happy right now.”

          “I guess I must be,” she said as she ran her hands over the enormous roundness of her belly. “Now please bring in the last of those balloons, and have the kids get ready, I will be along in just a minute.”

          I did as I was told, and then went to get another beer. As I came back out, Balloona was making her grand entrance and moving to the area where I had been directed to tie all the balloons she had brought. It occurred to me then than she had probably inflated her clown suit extra because of the party being in the back yard. As I looked at her making the kids laugh it seemed to me that at her present size there was no way she could have come through the house. Even the wide front door would probably have been a real challenge for her. She maybe stood five and a half feet tall, but right now she was almost just as wide. With the suit inflated that much walking must be difficult I thought, but she seemed to manage it without any difficulty.

She was also an obvious good choice for this party from the happy sounds of my niece and her birthday guests where the performance was going on. I got yet another beer and drifted back out to the side of the house and sat on the lawn again. I didn’t know how long the show was going to go on, and I was the only other adult besides my sister and her husband, and they were on top of everything it seemed. I wondered how this woman had gotten into the business she was in, and thought that it was probably one of those kinds of things that she started doing for fun, and it had turned into a regular sort of job.

          I wandered back toward the party to see Balloona bouncing around the back yard to the laughter of all the kids. She still had that huge clowns smile on her face as she made prodigious rolling jumps in the air to come down and bounce herself even higher. She obviously was well practiced at this, since she could roll in mid air and land on whatever part of herself she wanted, and hit the ground where ever she seemed to want. I was pretty amazed by how high she could make herself bounce, and the obvious control she had over which direction she went. Obviously the helium in her suit gave her the ability to bounce as high as she did, as well as allow her to stay in the air for the moment she needed to roll to land where she wanted. I must have been more fascinated by her performance than I had realized, since I could not stop staring as she did a bouncing tour of the whole back yard with the kids all following and laughing. She bounced back to the place where I had tied all the balloons, and landed herself right in the middle of them, seeming almost to drift down into them just like a huge balloon. As she came down she was looking right at me staring, once again she favored me with that huge smile as she landed. I smiled back, and suddenly turned to go get another beer, since I had just felt a strong erection which must have happened in the past few minutes, but I only just noticed when I saw that she was smiling at me.  She finished her performance by giving all the balloons she had brought to all of the kids, making sure everyone got the same number. She obviously had as much fun doing her job as the audience had watching.

          My sister announced it was time for the cake and ice cream and asked the clown if she wanted to stay, but she politely declined. I was already back on the lawn at the side of the house as she came back out to her van. As I watched her walking, it seemed to me it was more like a controlled kind of step that carried her a few feet forward at a time. I was now sure that she inflated the suit with helium to create the effect she did. I wondered what she did if it was very windy out.

          She smiled that big smile again as she approached. “So, what did you think of the show?” she asked.

          “I was a little distracted, but what I saw and heard makes me think you do your job very well,” I answered. “How did you get into doing this?”

          “It was just something I kind of fell into, and came sort of naturally to me. I have spent a bit of time finding out what works best for the act. Kids parties are actually the most fun, but the idea of having a balloon delivering balloons is the sort of thing that always makes people at least smile if not laugh. Having a unique sort of angle like this helps a lot when it comes to marketing and getting jobs.”

          “So is this a full time job for you?” I asked.

          “No, I suppose it could be, but after I got my routines down, and did a few different types of parties I decided that there were some types of scenes that I just didn’t want to do, and also that kids parties were the most fun and enjoyable both for me, and the kids.”

          “If you don’t mind my asking, what else do you do?”

          “This is just another offshoot of my self employment,” she said. “My business also includes being an independent auditor and bookkeeper. I am contracted by a few businesses around. It suits me better than most work, since I am paid for what I do, and not what I look like. This aspect of my job pays me for what I look like, but most other work places have prejudices against very large people. Bookkeeping and auditing are often done at home, or at odd hours, so I think I have found my niche,” she finished with her big smile once again.

          I could not help but smile in appreciation of her logic and the thought she must have put into refining her self employment as she fussed for a moment at the back of her van, and began taking her makeup off. Her arms in the clown suit looked like fat long balloons, and I wondered how she bent at the elbows so easily. As this thought went through my head I looked down at her massive round legs. I had noticed that she didn’t seem to bend her knees so easily, but her style of walking that used the helium inflated suit to obvious advantage as she moved made bending her knees less necessary. For the moment she busied herself standing at her makeup area at the back of the van, and I stood there watching her. Somewhere inside me a decision had been made that I really wanted to know her better. By this time she had removed her makeup, and was once again the exceptionally pretty woman I had met two hours ago. She may have deflated somewhat, but she was still one of the fattest women I had ever seen.

          I looked her up and down and said: “From the looks of things you are not so happy as you were a while ago.”

          She looked down at herself and sighed, “No, I guess not, but if I want to drive home, I have to sacrifice being a happy balloon for a while. It was nice meeting you.”

          “Are you off to another performance?” I asked.

          “No, just home.”

          “Would you have dinner with me?”

          She stopped and looked at me for a long moment before she asked, “Are you serious?”

          “Absolutely.”

          She hesitated for a minute before giving me a shy version of the smile she had displayed earlier. “Where?”

          “What kind of food do you like?” I asked.

          “ I’m not fussy. I haven’t been out in a while, so anyplace that serves balloons will do.” Now she had the big smile on for real again.

          “I don’t know any places that exclude balloons, but most places I go don’t serve food in gaseous form.” I smiled back.

          “That’s OK, this balloon can eat regular food too,” she laughed.

          She gave me her number and directions to where she lived, and I told her what time I would pick her up. Then she drove off and I went back in to my niece’s birthday party with a weird sort of conflict in my head. I was not the sort to take up with such a big girl, but I was certain that this person was really something special. I wasn’t sure what was so uniquely special about her, but I was sure I wanted to know her better. Dinner that night was going to be a start.

          I pulled up to her house a few minutes early. It was in a nice area, and was very neatly kept. Obviously she did very well for herself. The garage door was open, and in it was parked her van, and another car. I rang the doorbell and waited. After a moment I heard an unusual squeaking kind of noise from within the house, but before I had time to wonder about it, a window high up above the door opened and a pretty blond head looked out and smiled down at me.

          “I will be down in a minute,” she called.

          After a moment the door opened, and I turned to see what the real person behind the clown looked like. Now that she appeared as a real person, I had kind of thought my perception of her might change. Not only was this not the case, but I was suddenly aware that I was happier to be with her now than I had felt about meeting her that afternoon. With all the clown makeup now completely gone, and with her hair brushed out and real makeup I was certain that she was the prettiest woman I had ever dated. I felt myself giving her a big smile, and she smiled back.

          “So, what do you think of me now that I am out of costume?” she asked.

          She looked down at herself, and my eyes could not help but follow. She was wearing purple velvet like pants that tightly covered every curve of her very large figure. Consistent with the name she used as a clown, she fit into them like she had put them on and been inflated. Her ass cheeks bulged outward into a huge bubble butt, and her big round belly pushed against the front of her pants seams and was restrained at the top by a wide sash like wrap around belt. She had a billowy white top on that loosely covered, but in no way kept me from seeing that she also had enormous breasts. Like the way she fit into her pants, I could see through the top that her breasts filled her bra the same way.

          “I am every bit as impressed, if not more so than I was this afternoon,” I replied. “But from what you told me this afternoon about a balloon’s state of inflation and it’s happiness, you don’t look as happy as you did earlier,” I answered with a grin.

          She grinned back at me and said, “That’s OK, the balloon is in disguise for the evening.”

          We walked to my car, and I held the door for her to get in. As she slipped into the seat I was amazed by how smoothly and gracefully she moved. As I walked around to my side of the car I could not help but wonder how much she weighed. Once again, contrary to my normal way of thinking, the idea of her obvious heaviness turned me on. I could not help but wonder about myself as I slid behind the wheel and pulled my seatbelt on.

          “So where are we going?” she asked.

          I hadn’t really thought about that until right that moment, but suddenly I just knew where to take her. “To a small place with great atmosphere that I know of.”

          “What kind of food?”

          “Primarily italian, but with a mixture of other cultural european foods on the menu as well. It is owned by this older couple right from Europe. Vinnie is italian and runs the kitchen. His wife Lulu is greek, and she runs the front part of the restaurant. I have been stopping in a few times a month since they have been open, and they always treat me very well.”

          “It sounds wonderful. I haven’t been out to eat in so long, I am sure I will love it,” she responded.

          “I hope so. One never knows how to make a good impression these days,” I said, “and you know, I never asked what your real name is.”

          Again she favored me with that big winning smile. “It’s kind of funny you ask me that,” she said. “When I do my auditing and bookkeeping job, I really don’t have to do much talking to anyone other than polite greetings and good byes, and usually I don’t have to interact with many people because of the odd hours that I work at it. Whenever I do my real people job which requires I be interactive, it is always as Balloona the Clown.”

          I smiled back and asked, “So do your friends all call you Balloona then?”

          “Actually we shorten it a bit to just Loona. I have even thought about having it legally changed, but it is probably better to leave it the way it is. As long as the important people in my life know how to get my attention, that is all that matters. My real name is Lora, but I have gotten to where I don’t notice if I hear that name outside of my accounting job.”

          “So you would prefer I call you Loona?” I asked.

          “Absolutely yes.”

          We arrived at Vinnie and Lulu’s place which was a quiet sort of spot in an out of the way location. One reason I had chosen this place was because Lulu herself was a very big woman, and saw to it that the seating was well spaced with large comfortable chairs. Loona noticed this right away as we entered.

          “Looks like my kind of place,” she said happily.

          Lulu came over to greet me as soon as she saw me, her huge body jiggling and bouncing under her dress. As big as she was though, Loona was bigger. For some reason I was pleased about that.

          “So good to see you again Steven,” Lulu gushed at me with her usual enthusiasm, “and who is your beautiful lady friend?”

          This was a real change I thought to myself. Lulu had never before shown any interest in any woman I had brought in here. She had always been polite of course, but never any particular interest. Obviously Loona was different.

          “This is Loona,” I told her, “and I brought her here because of how good you and Vinnie always are to me.”

          “Well, tonight will be no different. It is good to see you come in with such a beautiful woman.” That said, she hustled us off to a quieter corner of the restaurant and gave us menus.

          After a moment she came back with bread and a carafe of wine.

          “This wine is on Vinnie and me. Now you take your time. We have many fine specials tonight.”

          Loona looked at me quizzically as I poured the wine.

          “Are you quite the regular here?” she asked.

          “A few times a month maybe. Being a single guy, I tend to eat out more than most people I guess.”         

          “Lulu seems to think quite well of you from the way we have been treated so far,” she observed.

          I could not help but smile at that one as I said, “Actually I think it is you that is making the great impression on her.”

          “Me? She only just met me. What would she find so impressive about me?”

          “Lulu has some very strong prejudices about skinny women. She cannot see at all why any man would be attracted to any woman not built like her.”

          Loona looked at me a minute to see if I was joking or not, then she looked over to where Lulu was waddling off into the kitchen. As she was going in, a much younger, but also very fat girl was coming out of the kitchen with a tray of dinner entrees.

          I watched her looking for a moment before I said, “It is a very unusual thing for Lulu to hire a skinny girl to work here, and in the years I have been coming here she and Vinnie’s cooking have made fat girls out of all of them.”

          “So, you must have figured I would fit right in huh?” she asked archly.

          I looked her right in the eye for a long moment before I told her: “I brought you here because I love this place, and I knew that you would be able to be comfortable here. You told me earlier today about prejudice against big women in the workplace, and this was one place I knew that not only would there be no such thing, but quite the opposite. I really am trying to make a good impression you see.”

          She looked away for a minute, then when she looked back she had that shy sort of smile on again. “ I guess I owe you an apology then,” she said. “I have kind of been out of the dating scene for a while. Partly because I have been staying very busy with my work, and partly because women my size seem to attract a lot of very weird men. I got tired of men that figured a woman my size would be so desperate that I would settle for anything, and worse that I would want sex from these same kinds of nut cases.”

          One of the other very plump and pretty waitresses came over to take our orders, and while we were ordering I thought about what she had said.

          I could definitely appreciate what she was saying, but my curiosity was now aroused. “So why did you agree to come out with me tonight?” I asked.

          Now she gave me the big smile again. “Most of the people I have met that have asked me out have met me as you see me now. They think me to be a pretty, but very fat woman that probably doesn’t talk or date much because of my size. You on the other hand, met the extroverted side of me first. You were not put off by what I do, in fact I think you enjoyed my act at your niece’s party this afternoon. Didn’t you?”

          I nodded, but held off on admitting that she had turned me on as well.

          “You met the act, and decided you wanted to know the real person inside, in spite of what is obviously a bizarre kind of front that I created for as yet another aspect of myself,” she continued. “Am I making sense?”

          “Actually you are,” I said, “but from the moment I met you, it seemed to me that there was more about you than just a pretty face, and something told me that I should try to know you better. I get the impression that the real fun parts of yourself, the real you in fact, has been incorporated into Balloona the Clown, and that you would rather be Balloona than be Lora.”

          Her eyes got very wide at that point, and she leaned over and gave me a big kiss on the cheek. I think she might have been even more affectionate at that point, but the waitress appeared with our orders just then.

           

          “You are the only man that I have ever dated that figured that out so fast,” she said. “So I guess you don’t mind dating a clown that does a human balloon act?”

          “If I hadn’t wanted to, I would not have asked this afternoon.”

          From there we enjoyed our dinners, and the wine. I am not much of a dessert person, but Lulu brought over a tray of italian pastries, and while I was able to enjoy one, Loona amazed Lulu by eating seven of them. “ I can’t tell you when I enjoyed a meal so much,” she told Lulu as she rubbed her now bigger and rounder belly.

          Lulu beamed a great smile at her. Then she looked at me. “You don’t let her get away,” she said to me. “You bring her back again and we keep her nice and fat like me.” Loona blushed as Lulu left a check and turned and waddled away, and I stopped short of pointing out the fact that Loona was in fact fatter than Lulu. Since Vinnie had no reservations about the fact that he was very proud to have a big, fat wife, I decided to keep my thoughts to myself about my new girlfriend being bigger.

          We thanked Lulu and I drove her home. We took a walk around her block a couple of times when we got there, talking and getting to know one another,  and I walked her to her door.

          “So, would you like to get together again?” I asked.

          She looked up at me with her big blue eyes. “Mmmmmmmm, that would be very nice, but you are going to have to work at it to top this evening. I would invite you in, but I have another kids party to do tomorrow, and I really should get to bed.”

          “That’s OK,” I answered smiling. “After all, it is only our first date. And I am sure all that bouncing around you do takes some work, so you had better get your rest.”

          She smiled her big smile at me as I took her in a tight hug. The feel of her huge roundness up against me was incredible. The huge firmness of her enormous breasts and belly pressed against me gave me an almost instant erection as we exchanged a passionate kiss. I am pretty sure she felt the effect she had on me, since she continued the kiss for a very long moment. Then she said a final good night and went inside.

          As I went back to my car my mind was really spinning. I was really taken with this woman. Yes she was funny and very pretty, but I had never envisioned myself with such a big fat woman. I had to laugh at myself a little as I drove away thinking of Lulu’s reaction to Loona. It was like Lulu had been waiting for me to find someone like her all along.

          In the next few weeks Loona and I saw each other a few days a week. Since I worked as an analyst, I was often working odd hours of the day or night. Late evenings or early mornings were sometimes better since these times often had fewer distractions. We both seemed to keep ourselves very busy, but had enough flexibility to make some time for really getting to know each other. I even felt those old defenses start to go down. The ones that keep me from getting too close. I was really starting to care a lot about this woman, and for the first time in my life that reality didn’t bother me. In spite of how I was coming to feel however, our dates and meetings kept ending either at her door or mine. I was at a loss to understand her hesitation about our relationship, and when I tried to discuss it, she smoothly evaded me. I was certain I was missing something here.

          My remedy for the situation was to lose myself in other things for a while. Maybe, I thought, things would sort themselves out if I let the situation alone for a while. So I didn’t call her, and I started working 10 hour days, six days a week. On Sundays I would just hang out at home, or maybe go for a drive somewhere. I had to do anything to try to keep my mind off of Loona. I wanted her, but I also needed her to want me.

It definitely was not easy to just walk away from this scene like this. I had gotten awfully used to spending time with her. She wasn’t just pretty, she was also smart, and a lot of fun to be around. Some of my guy friends that had seen us out had ribbed me about dating the Goodyear Blimp, but she was such a great woman that the teasing had had no effect on me at all. In fact, I had to admit to myself, maybe Lulu had been right all along. I was really turned on by Loona’s fat round body. In spite of this, I was going to let things work out in whatever way they would, so I kept to myself, and didn’t call her.

          It took over a week before she finally called me. I think it was me going a whole weekend without calling that must have had some effect. By the end of the following week, I was really starting to miss her, and wondered if my thoughts about her were really one sided. Not seeing her had not affected my fantasies however, and I was finding it impossible to go to bed at night without spending an uncomfortable time wondering what making love to such a fat woman would be like.

          On Friday afternoon I had just cracked a beer after getting in from work when she called. “Hello?” I answered.

          “Steven, are you mad at me?” Loona’s voice came over the line.

          “No, should I be?” I answered.

          “Well, we haven’t seen each other in over a week, and you haven’t called me in even longer,” she came back. “I no sooner get used to your company and you disappear.”

          Time to lay it on the line I thought.

          “Loona, I have been missing you a lot for the past week and a half, but it is you that has been giving me the impression that you know me as well as you want to. We have been seeing each other since my niece’s birthday party almost two months ago. Every time I try to really get to know you I get evaded. Every time I suggest that we try to get away for a weekend, or plan a vacation together, you always say you are going to be busy, and go on about how hard it is for you to plan for time off. I am really starting to care a lot about you, if I didn’t, I would not have hung in this long, but if you are going to insist on keeping this distance between us, I really would rather draw the line now instead of later before I commit too much of myself. I have gotten burned before too. If you feel you can’t trust me, I guess I can respect that, but I feel that you should at least be up front with me.”

          Now that I had gotten it all out of me like that I suddenly felt much better. I had not realized how stressed it had been making me feel since we had last talked. Also, now that I had gotten it out, the ball was back in her court. I held the phone and waited.

          There was a long silence on the other end of the line. I could hear her breathing, but she was saying nothing. I held the phone and waited. When she finally did say something her voice was quiet and near tears.

          “I am missing you a lot too, but like you guessed, it really is hard for me to trust anyone. I have to admit that you are right to feel the way you do. It is hard for me to let someone be so close to me.”

          “Well,” I responded, “I really do care, and I am not one of those weird men that you told me about. After spending the amount of time together that we have, I think you know that, but still it is a decision you have to make as to whether we pursue our relationship, or just let it go. I think I have been decent enough to be entitled to you being straight with me.”

          “You are right,” she said. “Have you eaten dinner?”

          “Nope, I just got in the door a few minutes ago.”

          “Feel like coming over here for dinner?” she asked.

          “What time?”

          “How about seven?”

          “Sounds good,” I answered. “Is this going to be a happy or serious dinner?”

         

Again there was a long pause, and when she answered this time she sounded both highly emotional and absolutely serious at the same time. “That depends entirely on how well you cope with the unusual, and how much you really love me. See you at seven.”

          She hung up at that point, and I sat there looking at the phone in my hand, and feeling totally puzzled. I sat back and took a long swallow of beer and mulled over what she had just said. How unusual could whatever it was really be? Obviously there was something very personal here that she was extremely self-conscious about. I glumly concluded that whatever it was probably had caused her to get a real raw relationship deal somewhere in the past.

          I took another long pull off my beer, and leaned back in the chair and let my mind drift over all this. What was so unusual that I would have to cope with? Maybe some sort of health problem, I wondered. Or maybe some personal thing that had happened in the past and left some kind of lasting mark on her mind? The more I tossed it around in my head, the less sure I was about anything. In fact, I concluded, the only thing I was sure of was that I really did love her a lot. When this thought came clearly through my head I finished my beer and decided that whatever was so unusual, I would find out about it later this evening. I got up at that point and went to take a shower.

          I stopped and picked up a bottle of wine on my way, and then stopped at Lulu and Vinnie’s place and picked up some of those italian pastries that she had liked so much for dessert. I arrived at Loona’s house at a few minutes before seven. She greeted me at the door wearing a loose fitting dress of black silky looking fabric. It was cut somewhat low revealing an incredibly deep cleavage between her massive breasts which jutted out forward above and beyond even her huge round belly. As wide as her front door was, she filled it completely, and I couldn’t help but wonder if my eyes were seeing things correctly, or if she was in fact larger than when I had last seen her. It had only been ten days since we had seen each other, and the gown didn’t look like it could be inflated like her clown outfit, so I concluded that my eyes were playing tricks on me.

          All this perception took place in only a second or two, since I had to take her in my arms immediately and kiss her deeply. She must have felt the same, for she returned the hug and kiss with just as much enthusiasm. As the kiss lengthened and my arms reached around her to run my hands over her back and bottom, I was almost sure that she was larger than before. It felt like her ass was in fact a lot bigger than it had been. As we ended our embrace it occurred to me that she was wearing the loose fitting dress instead of pants, so it was normal that she felt larger without pants restricting her butt cheeks.

          I put the wine down on the already set dinner table, and since this was the first time I had ever been in her house I took a good look around as I took my jacket off. The front door opened into a spacious living room with a very high cathedral ceiling, and several windows spaced high on the wall over the door and on into the living room. Something about that bothered me at the time, but I could not put my finger on what it was. The living room opened into a dining area with a ceiling that dropped in stepping fashion as it moved back to the dining area and from there into the kitchen. Along one wall of the living room was a wide staircase going up to an open balcony like runway to access more rooms upstairs. I noticed all the rooms had wider than usual doorways on them.

          “Did you buy this place the way it is, or have it built?” I asked.

          “Actually it was given to me and my cousin by a now deceased family member. We renovated it together, and there is a suite of rooms and a bathroom upstairs that is his, and he has a bunch of his stuff stored in there, but last I knew he was on a research project somewhere in the south Atlantic. The last time I heard from him was a letter he sent me for my birthday last year, and he didn’t sound like he was coming home any time soon. So the place is mostly mine. I will give you the grand tour later if you want, and yes I certainly did have the builders make changes to fit my proportions.” She finished giving me one of those big beautiful smiles that I had missed so much for the past 10 days.  

          Over dinner we chatted about what we had been doing without each other for the past week and a half. I was not in the least surprised by the fact that Loona was an excellent cook, and enjoyed everything she put on the table. All the while I wondered what it was that she had inferred about that was so unusual that I would have to cope with. My thoughts were frequently distracted by the sight of her huge bottom jiggling under the dress as she would get up to get something from the kitchen. I still wondered how much she weighed, and as I watched her bouncing off to the kitchen yet again I realized that it was more her size that turned me on as opposed to how much she must weigh. The feel of her big, soft, firm, roundness made me instantly lustful every time we embraced.

I remembered vividly the way she had bounced around the yard at my niece’s party, and how it had turned me on. Maybe she was self conscious about how I might feel about making love to a woman her size, I thought. I was sure some things just don’t work the same with someone Loona’s size.   

          Loona had been delighted with my bringing the dessert that I did. I ate only one, but Loona ate the other five, enjoying every bite. After which she got up and began to clear the table, and I insisted on helping. Once the dishes were done, and the kitchen cleaned up, we sat and sipped the wine, still talking about what we were doing.

Someone had put out a good word on her performance as a clown at kids parties, possibly from my niece’s party. Since she had been getting more requests for that kind of booking. She liked the kids parties best she told me. They really seemed to enjoy the kind of act she put on, and that was also the kind of show she really enjoyed putting on. Especially the outdoor parties where she could bounce herself all over the yard. I smiled at this and told her how impressed I was at the control with which she was able to do that.

          “Well,” she said, “you practice enough, you get good at almost anything. Of course, you have to be properly equipped for that sort of thing.”

          She ran her hand from her big round belly around her hip and patted herself on a huge ass cheek to illustrate her point.

          “How long have you been working at that sort of thing?” I asked.

          “Believe it or not, for years,” she answered with that big smile of hers.

          She was lounged back on the couch now with one leg up and the other leg on the floor. She held her wine glass in one hand, and rubbed her big round belly with the other hand. She looked extremely comfortable, and also extremely sexy. I looked down at her plump, bare feet, and my eyes ran up her very well rounded legs to where they disappeared under the hem of her dress. She saw the travel of my eyes and smiled some more. “So, want to see the rest of my house?” she asked.

          “Absolutely,” I responded.

          We set our glasses down, and I followed her down the hall to a large room with a double door. Inside was a neat office space with files, a big desk, and computer, and a very comfortable looking couch. Against one wall were stacked boxes of what were labeled to be various types of balloons. I was impressed with the amount of inventory she kept, and told her so.

          “Well, these all have been delivered in the past 2 weeks because of all the new requests I have been getting for the kids parties. Kids really like it when I give away the balloons at the end of the act, and of course it makes me happy to see them get excited about all the balloons I give away. So I decided to up my stock in trade as it were. Along with the extra balloons, I also upped the amount of helium I keep around. Since it is so necessary for my act, I keep a few extra bottles out in the garage. If things keep up as busy as they have been, I could actually scale back on the auditing jobs, and spend more time being a clown.”

          Now I could not help but smile. “I bet you would like that a lot, wouldn’t you?” I asked.

          “You bet I would,” she smiled back. “It’s a rare thing these days to have a job where you can have so much fun making your living. And, you must admit after seeing my act, that my performance and presentation really are quite unique.”

          “I would have to agree completely with you on that one,” I answered. “Where did you get the inflatable outfit made, and how did you come up with the idea for it?”

          “Believe it or not,” she said, “getting the outfit made was easier than the way the idea for it came about. Once the ideas were clear in my mind, I just kept looking until I found someone that was sure they could do what I wanted.  It may come as no surprise that the people that made it were an old couple that had been circus performers. They had been around the world and had made a lot of the right kinds of connections. They were also very well acquainted with all of the unusual sorts of things that have to be contrived for circus performers that are always trying to come up with new additions to their acts. I happened to meet them when they came to me to put a lot of years worth of their personal records in order so they could buy a home and settle down. After years on the road with different circuses they needed all their personal stuff put in order so they could go to a bank with. While they were my clients, we got talking about things, and from there we worked a deal. They understood exactly what I wanted, and they knew the right places to get it done. Actually I had a few of them made since I have split a few seams with the bouncing part of my act.”

          Again she favored me with her big smile, and I put an arm around her and gave her a long kiss. She returned the kiss passionately, and as I pulled her close with both arms tightly around her I again became very turned on to feel her huge firm roundness pulled tight to me. After a moment she broke off with her smile still on her face. “Come on,” she said, “I will show you the rest.” With that she led me back to the living room and up the staircase. 

          As I went up behind her I could not help but look up in front of me  at her enormous ass cheeks bouncing under her dress. I was also amazed at the way she went up the staircase so lightly for such a big woman.

          She showed me around the different rooms, two of which were set up as guest rooms. At one end of the hall she showed me briefly a suite of two rooms and a bathroom that had a lot of boxes piled in it. These rooms she told me were her cousin’s, and while he had not spent a night in the house in over 2 years, the house was still half his. The house was all paid for she told me, and part of it she was able to write off her taxes because it served as her place of business. I was becoming more and more impressed with what a smart woman she was.

          At the other end of the hall was her master bedroom, and it became very obvious that she had not spared any expenses here. A huge bed was the primary fixture in the room, and the bathroom had also been appointed with a big round tub that was easily 8 feet across with 2 shower heads over it. The ceilings in both rooms were vaulted to at least 25 feet with skylights and dormers. To say I was impressed would have been putting it mildly, and it must have showed on my face.

          “No,” she said, “I am not independently wealthy, but when my cousin and me inherited this house, we also came into some money with it. So we decided to do it up the way we wanted it. Since I have been a big fat woman since I was a teenager, I always liked having a lot of space around me. That is another reason I like doing the outdoor parties. Lots of space to bounce myself around in.”

          “So you decided to make a house with lots of space to bounce around in as well?” I asked.

          “That sums it up pretty well I guess,” she answered with her big smile. “My cousin was pretty much in agreement with the way I suggested doing things. He and I were always close, so he understood why I wanted things this way. Actually, most of the women in my family are built like me, and most of the men are tall and skinny like him. Whenever relatives come to visit, all the women try to talk the men in their lives into making home improvements. By now, there is absolutely no way I could live in a regular house again.”

          “I can certainly appreciate that,” I agreed as I followed her back down the stairs to the living room. The sight of her bouncing lightly down the stairs gave me a definite warm tightening down in my groin. The silky black fabric of her dress moved over her enormous curviness in a way that was extremely provocative. While her back was still turned to me I had to reach down and adjust myself to a more comfortable way. Every time I watched her move, my erection came back harder.

          We returned to the couch and resumed our wine glasses and conversation. Before long we were into our third bottle of wine, and both of us were feeling very buzzed and relaxed. Watching Loona jiggle and bounce when she moved kept my pants feeling very tight in the crotch. My buzzed mind kept trying to estimate how much she must weigh. Over 300 I was sure, maybe 400. The higher the number in my mind, the more she was turning me on. She was coming back toward the couch just then, and I reached out and took her hand and pulled her toward me. She came and stood right in front of where I was sitting, still with her big smile on as she looked down at me. I took her other hand and pulled her right to me, thinking that with her size she could stay right where she was if she wanted. She came right to me though. Standing in front of me her massive breasts were right at the level of my face, and I moved my hands to reach around and rub her huge ass.

          It was like running my hands over two silk covered, well inflated beach balls. Being six feet tall, I knew the reach of my arms was just over 72 inches, and I was able to touch my fingers together reaching around her. The idea that my girlfriend was 6 feet around at the ass sent another hot flash through my groin. I pulled her to me further as I firmly rubbed and squeezed her butt cheeks. I wanted her sitting right in front of me on my lap. NO, I had to have her this way. I looked up from where my face was almost buried in the fabric covering her deep cleavage, and she was still smiling down at me, an almost dreamy expression on her face.

          “I want you baby, I want all of you tonight,” I whispered to her.

          “Are you really sure baby?” she whispered back.

          “Yes, more than anything.”

          Saying that, I moved my hands from her bottom to her huge tits, and began a slow rubbing exploration of them. I had never been with a woman with such enormous breasts. They felt like two hugely inflated party balloons. They were soft, but more firm than any other breasts I had ever felt. Every bit as firm as her massive bottom. As I ran my hands over them I could feel her nipples come erect under my palms. They pushed out on the fabric of her dress, and I realized that she wasn’t wearing any kind of bra. Her huge tits came straight off her chest like the balloons they felt like.

          Now I moved my arms around her waist and pulled her more to me. She came forward and spread her legs to kneel down on the couch straddling my lap. Her lips found mine and as we kissed deeply and passionately, my hands continued their exploration of her big round body. Her massive belly pushed into me and down on my crotch, making my erection seem even tighter and hotter. I started to slide my hands up under her dress, and reached around to rub her ass again. In spite of the intensity of passion in my mind at that moment, two things rose slowly to the surface of my mind. She was heavy for sure, but I was sure she should feel much heavier than she did sitting on my lap like this. And, even though she was now closer to me than before, my arms could no longer go completely around her. I could not hug tight enough for my fingers to touch.

          Before my passion intoxicated mind could consider these thoughts further, she broke the embrace and slid back off of me. She leaned over and whispered, “I really would rather be in a place more accommodating to my size if we are going to go any further with this.” With that she turned and headed for the stairs, and I was quick to follow along. Ascending behind her I was almost hypnotized by the bouncing of her butt cheeks, but not enough to miss the fact that she was going up the stairs 3 at a time. She didn’t appear to be working hard at it despite her size, she bounced lightly up to the top. In the back of my mind, these things were being added to some sub-conscious list of strange things I had been noticing about Loona all along, but still wasn’t sure what these things all added up to. For now though, I was consumed with my desire for her. From that back part of my mind, I had a last thought that things were going to become clear before very long. Then I turned to follow her into the bedroom.

          She turned to me and began pulling my shirt off as I unzipped my pants and let them fall to the floor. Then she turned her back to me. “Unzip me quick, I want this off me now,” she whispered. I was quick to oblige her, taking hold of the zipper and yanking down on it. It seemed like the silky fabric was tighter on her now than it had been, and I wanted nothing separating us at that moment.

          As soon as the dress fell clear from her arms, I had only a moment to behold the enormous round beauty of her body before she took my arms and jumped backward onto the bed pulling me on top of her. It was like nothing I had ever before experienced. She was so huge and bouncy as she rolled herself slightly from side to side to get comfortable, and I shifted and bounced a bit with her getting comfortable atop of her. Her enormous belly felt like I was laying on a super big beach ball, as she reached around to wrap her party balloon shaped arms about me.

          “Oh yes baby,” she breathed, “I love the feeling of you bouncing on me.”

          I had my arms tightly around her right at the level of her balloon tits, but there was no way I could have touched my hands together around that massive bustline. As I looked down at how far above the bed I was, I saw Loona looking up at me with that big dreamy smile on her face. “Do you like what your girlfriend feels like now?” she whispered.

          “Absolutely yes!” I said back as I stretched my neck down to kiss her deeply.

          I moved my mouth down her neck, licking slowly down into her cavernous cleavage. Those beautiful breasts were topped with round, grape sized nipples that I could have sucked all night. After I had been at them for what seemed only a very short time, Loona began rocking back and forth from side to side and moaning. I reached down to her pussy, and slid my finger in slowly. She was extremely hot and tight.

          “No baby,” she squealed, “I want you in me now!”

          I readjusted my position on top of her, and slid down a bit down the soft arc of her belly. Her thick round legs looked like even larger party balloons than her arms, but I was amazed to see how far apart she could spread her legs. I reached down and settled myself in position to slide into her pussy. She was incredibly tight, but she was so hot and wet, she was easily the best feeling woman I had ever had. She squealed with pleasure, and rocked from side to side. I could have come in less than a minute, but I slowed down, and concentrated on holding back. After a brief moment, I settled down into a controlled rhythm of slowly fucking her. After a bit she began rocking herself in the same rhythm with me. We had our arms wrapped around each other and I looked down at her still smiling that dreamy smile.

“This is wonderful,” she whispered. “I’ve never been made love to while I was this big!”

           That was when my lust intoxicated mind came into the reality that she really was bigger. She wasn’t just a fat woman, she really was able to inflate herself. Loona somehow was able to blow herself up just like the namesake that she had adopted as a clown. Since the evening had begun she had been slowly growing larger and larger. My amazement about this was strong in forcing its way into my brain, but it could in no way overpower my incredible desire and lust for her.

          “Baby, I love you this big,” I whispered back as I continued my slow rhythm into her.

          Suddenly she began to rock more forcefully, and her breath started coming in shorter gasps, but her smile got wider. I started to thrust into her harder and faster, lifting up and bouncing on her huge, fat belly. She moaned and squealed even louder. “Yes baby! Bounce harder! I love you bouncing on me!”

          At that moment, all I was really aware of was how very tight she was feeling, and how turned on I was by bouncing on her. At some point very soon after that I felt her begin to tremble and shake, and her pussy squeezed my cock even tighter.

Even as I felt her orgasm, I felt my groin explode into her.

          I let out a long sigh after a moment, and pushed further back up onto her big belly. I wrapped my arms around her and laid my head on one of her huge tits and rested for a bit. One of her fat arms rubbed the back of my neck, and I heard her soft whisper: “That was wonderful, I was really afraid I would scare you off.”

          I opened my eyes, and looked down at her. Suddenly a lot of things fell into place, and I briefly wondered if I had deliberately ignored the oddities I had seen in the time I had been dating Loona. Somehow I was more perplexed at my missing things than I was at what I was now experiencing about Loona.

          I was resting atop her now even huger ballooned out belly, looking down into her pretty face. My shoulders rested on her now more fully inflated tits, which were easily more than two feet in diameter. I remembered thinking earlier, when I hugged her on the couch, that she was six feet around. Now, as I looked down into her face I could see that she was easily five feet in diameter across her middle.

Loona really had ballooned! As this realization sunk in, I could feel myself becoming hard again. I could feel the warmth coming back over me, and all I could think for a moment was that my recovery time had never been that quick before. Ever.

          I slid forward on her belly, and pushed her tits up and aside with my shoulders. I gave her another deep, passionate kiss, and whispered to her: “I have never been so turned on in my life baby. If I had known about how unique and special you were, I would have tried a lot harder.”

          “Mmmmmmmmmmm, that is so good to hear. For so long I was really afraid to be with someone. Worried about what they would think, or that I was some kind of freak.”

          “Do you always get inflated when you get turned on?” I asked. “Or does being this big get you turned on?”

          “Both,” she giggled. “When I bounce myself around at the kids parties, it goes a long way to getting me hot and bothered.”

          “So that was why you had to leave right away after the party that day.” I guessed.

          “Pretty much,” she smiled back. “Besides which, the way you were looking at me made me think you might be one of those weird men that I might want to watch out for.”

          “Obviously that was true,” I smiled back.

          Her fat arms squeezed me tighter to her, and I noticed that they were shorter now, with half of her upper arms inflated into the roundness of her body. I looked over my shoulder as well as I could, and saw that her legs were similarly shortened. For a brief moment I thought I might be asleep on the couch downstairs dreaming all this, but Loona was like no fantasy that I had ever had.

          I readjusted myself atop of her and began to lick and suck one of her grape sized nipples while slowly rubbing the other with my palm. The thought that I might right now be sucking some of the biggest tits in the world went through my head, and that was enough to bring me back to full erection. Loona began to moan softly and rocked back and forth like she had earlier. I spent what seemed like a long time on those beautiful mammaries, changing back and forth from one to the other from time to time. Loona became more and more agitated with desire while I teased and sucked her tremendous boobs.

          “Please baby, bounce on me some more,” she pleaded.

          I slid back down her belly slowly, both arms wrapped as far around her as I could reach, squeezing gently. As I slid myself into a comfortable position I noticed that her ass cheeks had expanded outward further and into an exaggerated size and shape of enormously womanly proportions. Without a doubt, this was the biggest and most shapely ass in the world; I was absolutely certain. Her huge thighs were also swollen to extremely large, but shapely proportions, and were ballooned to where they were sticking out straight and at a very comfortable angle for me to work with. I was even able to sink my knees into her firmly inflated thighs. As I slid forward into her I was again struck by how her being this inflated was also what made her so incredibly tight. In spite of how tight she was though, her hot wetness still made entry possible without too much effort. For a moment I just savored the feeling of being inside her, but she began to rock and shake again before I could enjoy it for long. This time, as I began getting into a rhythm, she began to bounce her ass into the bed, and she was really putting a lot into her efforts. Within a few thrusts I was able to get into her bouncing rhythm, and as we worked at a good steady fucking it became like Loona was my very own fat bouncing toy. Listening to her squeals and moans, I knew she was as turned on as I was. Feeling her bulge and expand as we bounced was intense for me, I was sure it had to be intoxicating to her. I remember that I was able to last for what seemed like an awfully long time, and that as we bounced together like that, I was having the greatest fuck of my life. Loona continued to squeal with pleasure whenever we got a really good bounce and I came down hard on her with an expecially deep thrust as she hit the bed. I also remember that just as we came together, the thought went through my head to wonder what it would be like for me to be inflated like she was. Just then all thoughts were lost in the intense white flash of climax.

          When I woke up many hours later, I was still atop the billowy and pillowy form of Loona, but that form had deflated to her still large, but more normal size. I shifted my position, and reached around to hug her tight. Actually glad that I was now able to hold her normally. She smiled at me, and we shifted to our sides, still wrapped in each others arms. She was still soft and pillowy enough that my arm under her sunk pleasantly in, and I was pretty sure that arm would not go to sleep like so often happened in that position. I hugged her tight to me, squeezing her big fat tits against me and feeling her former beach ball belly wrap somewhat around me as she pulled me tighter to her. I thought briefly as I drifted back off that it had all been a dream, but the soft, fat woman in my arms, and the warm, but slightly sore feeling in my crotch convinced me otherwise.

          We snuggled together for what seemed like hours, dozing on and off. All the while my mind turned a lot of things over. The reality was that I was in love with a human balloon, but there were a lot of questions that went with this conclusion. How had she become like this? I had a feeling that she wasn’t born this way, because she seemed to know what she wanted in lovemaking last night. Her clown act was obviously a matter of putting the right talents with her rather unique abilities. And just how far did those abilities go? How big could she get? Glancing up and around the very high and open dimensions of her bedroom, I was pretty sure that she could become a lot larger than she had. The more I thought about her expanding as she got turned on last night, and how she became so much more aroused when she had gotten larger, the more I wondered how it must feel to be inflated to such a size. She had been 72 inches around at one point early in the evening, but her later diameter of five feet, made her more than 15 feet around as we bounced away to our incredible orgasms. We would have to talk a lot more later I decided as I again drifted off to sleep with my arms still wrapped around Loona.

          When I woke again later, it was obviously morning judging by the light coming in the windows. I was still snuggled closely with Loona, like to a fat, inflatable pillow, but she was obviously deflated from last night. She must have guessed what I was thinking, because she smiled and kissed me. Then she whispered in my ear.

          “No, I am still somewhat inflated. It takes days for me to totally lose whatever gas I have in me completely. Even before we came up here last night, I had pressure in me. In fact, I was surprised you didn’t notice. Since I made it a point to be bigger than I had yet when we had been together.”

          “I think some part of my mind noticed, but somehow I had been tuning out or ignoring all the peculiarities I had been noticing all along. I think I was deliberately not noticing because I didn’t want to hurt the development of our relationship. In fact  I remember briefly thinking that you should have weighed more for your size when you sat on my lap last night.” I answered, still squeezing her close to me.

          She smiled her big, sexy smile, and kissed my neck. “Helium is a wonderful thing,” she whispered. “Not only does it help make me more bouncy, but it offsets my weight. It surprises a lot of people how quickly and lightly I can move. It really is unusual anymore for me to let myself become totally deflated. Not only does some helium in me make for moving more easily, but I just can’t stand the feeling of not being at least a little bit blown up.”

          “A well inflated balloon is a happy balloon,” I quoted her with a smile.

          “Mmmmmmmmmmm, absolutely,” she smiled back.

          “So where did this begin with you? Have you been able to do this all your life?” I asked.

          “Well I was like all the women in my family in that I was a fat girl from early on. My aunt Fannie was my idol. She was the biggest woman in the family. As a child I was sure that she really was inflatable, and that she used to blow herself up to fit into her tent sized dresses. She took me to the circus once, and bought me a big balloon from a clown, and I was sure even then that I wanted to be a clown, and be bigger than Aunt Fannie. I even told her that, and she told me that being a clown and being a big fat woman were both things I would have to work at. I guess I kind of forgot about these things for a while, until I was around eleven or twelve. By then I was already showing my relation to Aunt Fannie in that I was coming up on 180 pounds, and was ready to graduate out of a D-cup bra. I loved being in the water, but I found that I could not swim no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t get it down. It wasn’t until I learned about how some animals were able to swim by blowing up their bellies with air. I figured that if animals as big as a horse could stay afloat that way, then I should be able to do it. So I started trying to teach myself to make my belly hold air. At first it was easy to get full of air, but I kept burping it right back out. On top of that, I found that I really would have to get a lot of air in me to actually make myself float, and trying to gulp that much air into your belly is really harder than you would think. I found that I could get myself looking pretty pregnant, but it wasn’t enough to allow me to float in the pool.

          Around the same time I was working at this, certain other changes were occurring in me, and I found that the bigger I could make my belly get, the more aroused I would become. It took me a while, but I did learn how to keep myself full of air without burping it back out. Then I got to spend two weeks of that summer at Aunt Fannie’s house, and she threw me a birthday party while I was staying there. She really threw a great party for her favorite niece, including a clown and lots of balloons. The party was great, but afterwards the tank of helium used to blow up the balloons was left behind to be picked up later. Aunt Fannie had gone out to dinner with one of her boyfriends, so I had a perfect opportunity to play with what was to become my favorite gas.”

          She paused to shift position, and snuggle closer. She kissed my neck and sighed contentedly. “So did you get to do what you wanted?” I asked.

          “Hmmm, oh yes,” she answered, her eyes closed now. “Once I figured out how the regulator worked, I was able to let helium into my belly. I was pretty turned on by how quick I could get bigger than I ever had. By the end of the evening, I had quite the beach ball belly. I tied a string around myself, and tried to take in enough helium to break the string. After a while I managed to get myself to over six feet around, and I was getting very turned on. It was getting late, so I went back to my room before Aunt Fannie got home. Having that much lighter than air gas in me was a first time thing, and it was definitely enough to offset my weight and center of gravity. I was walking down the hall while I was rubbing my belly, and I tripped. I came down face forward and hit the floor belly first. The feeling that went through me was like nothing I could have imagined. I went back to my room and bounced on my belly until I heard Aunt Fannie come home. I didn’t know what an orgasm was at that time, but what I felt then probably came close. I fell asleep on my balloon belly, and woke up deflated. I didn’t get to play with helium again for a few years, but I got myself a small pump, and that worked better than swallowing air. Eventually I found I could  blow myself up just by breathing right. Like last night.

          “So you are saying that by working at this for years, this is where you are now at?” I asked with some degree of incredulity.

          “Well, not exactly,” she answered slowly. “In fact, I am not totally sure what made for the changes where I found myself able to do what I do now. I have some pretty good ideas, but I am not sure of anything really. But I do know that I am very happy this way, even if I am kind of a freak.”

          “Don’t you ever say that again,” I told her. “You are the most wonderful woman I have ever been with, and being the way you are adds to your beauty as far as I am concerned. No woman has ever turned me on so much, or made me feel as good as you have.” I emphasized this with a long passionate kiss, and felt her enlarge a bit in my arms as she inhaled deeply.

          “I think we should continue this over coffee,” she said after that. “Unless you plan to spend the whole day in bed.”

          Looking at the sun coming in the window across the room, I had to agree. If it had been a gloomy day out though, I would have taken her up on staying in bed all day, and I told her so.

          “I guess I will be looking forward to the next rainy day then,” she answered with a giggle as she disappeared into the bathroom.

          I joined her for a shower, and took my time soaping and rubbing her soft, but firm curves. She declined to have me towel her off on the grounds that if I dried her like I soaped her, we would end up back in bed before long. With a chuckle I left her in the bathroom and went downstairs to make coffee.

          As we sipped our coffee, we talked about what we had going on in the time since we had seen each other last. Now almost two weeks ago. Neither of us had to work until Monday, so we were going to be together all weekend. Something we both felt really good about. We spent the rest of the day getting her place in order, then we went over to my place and did the same. We went shopping, and caught an early movie, and even though she protested that we weren’t dressed for it, I insisted we drop in at Vinnie and Lulu’s place for dinner.

          In spite of our casual dress, I thought we looked just fine, and Lulu greeted us very warmly. Of course by this time we were a more common sight at their establishment, so Lulu’s effusiveness was not surprising. “Steven!” she called across the dining room as she waddled toward us. “So good to see you, and you brought your lovely lady friend again!” She gave me a hug, then turned to hug Loona, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She stood back and looked hard at Loona. “I see Steven is taking good care of you. Keeping you nice and fat like me.” Privately I thought it funny that Lulu still referred to Loona as my lady friend even though they had been introduced more than once.

          Loona blushed bright red as Lulu laughed out loud and hustled us across the dining room to the more private part of the restaurant. We were seated quickly, and had menus and a carafe of wine on the table in almost no time at all.

          “Still think we aren’t dressed right to be here?” I asked.

          Loona blushed again. “I guess I haven’t been with someone that wanted to spoil me this much in my life,” she answered.

          “Get used to it,” I told her, and she hid her blushing, smiling face behind a menu.

          We placed our orders, and over dinner Loona continued with her story of her becoming a human balloon.

          “After I went to college and learned accounting, I decided to pursue my desire from my childhood, and become a clown. Did you know that there actually are schools for that sort of thing? They teach you about how to come up with a unique sort of clown costume, face makeup, making balloon animals, the kinds of things that should go into a clown act. My fascination with balloons and my ability to blow my belly up were easily incorporated into my act, which took some time to perfect. At first I was just kind of a greeting delivery person. You know, birthday balloons, congratulations, party greetings, that sort of thing. By the time I really felt comfortable with my act I had gotten the inflatable outfits made, and I already had lots of practice belly bouncing so incorporating that aspect of things into the act was natural. Having a suit that made me into a perfectly round sphere meant I had to learn to bounce off my whole body instead of just my belly, so that took some practice. I was also over 250 pounds at that point, so using helium to both blow up my belly, and the suit was kind of necessary if I was going to do the bouncing part of my act. At that point, my being a clown was just something I did on the side. I was still making my living doing my auditing and bookkeeping. Then my Aunt Fannie died and left her house and some cash to her favorite niece and her favorite nephew.”

          “Your cousin?” I asked as our food arrived.

          “My cousin, who has the same first name as you Steven,” she confirmed with a nod.

          “Where is he now?” I asked.

          “As far as I know, he is still doing research on native herbs and preparations on an island somewhere in the South Atlantic. He is a biochemist, and has been there for seven years now, and has been home to visit twice since. The first time was over five years ago, and the second was about two years ago. He told me that he had married a native girl, and that life where he was had almost no stress at all, and that he had never been happier in his life. He wanted me to come and join him there, and I even gave it some serious thought. But I changed my mind when he explained that the island was not on normal ship routes, and there was no airstrip, so travel to and from only happened a couple of times a year, and was not often a scheduled event. I didn’t like the idea of being stuck in the event I didn’t like things there.” Loona stopped talking and we turned our attentions to the delicious dinners in front of us.

          “Steven and I were always more like brother and sister than like cousins,” Loona went on after we had finished dinner. “And we really didn’t have too much trouble agreeing on most of the aspects of how we wanted to renovate the house. It was simple really. Two big, open bedroom suites at each end of the house for the second floor, and the rest of the house could be done conventionally as long as there were lots of open airy spaces. My cousin was the only one that knew about my peculiarity of making a beach ball of myself, so he pretty much agreed with me on most things. He made sure that the better quality materials got used, the best fixtures he could find, and that the contractors really knew what they were doing. I decided mostly on what was done, and he made the decisions on how it would be done and what materials would get used. After the renovation there was still money left over. Steven used his share to pay for graduate school while he lived at the house, and I used my share to get my Balloona the Clown business off the ground. In more ways than one,” she finished with her big smile. For just then Lulu appeared pushing her dessert cart, also wearing a big smile. Once again I was only able to eat two of Vinnie’s italian pastries while Loona ate five or six. We had coffee and said our “Good nights” and drove back to Loona’s house.

          The evening was cool, and when we got there I built a fire in the fireplace while Loona poured us glasses of wine. We sat in front of the fire sipping the wine

until I finally had to ask: “So where does your story go from your business getting off the ground, and your cousin finishing graduate school?”

          “Well from that point is where I am not sure myself where it goes,” she answered slowly. “I remember that it happened not long after my cousin left from his first visit home. That would make it a little more than five years ago.”

          “What happened?” I asked.

          “I had just come home from a really bad date. Somebody I thought I really liked, but had turned out to be the kind of creep that gave the attitude that he was doing me a favor by wanting to sleep with me, and I ought to really want to give it up to such a great guy as him. Of course that attitude just made him out to be an even bigger sleazeball. One of those kind of people that look good on the outside and are pure shit on the inside. I know there are female varieties of the same kind of creatures.”

          I nodded at this.
          “Anyway,” she went on, “I had been trying to be as normal as I could for a while. I had been in a bad psychological way, and was down on myself for lots of things. I had thought having a relationship of some sort might help me to feel more normal and less weird. After all, it is kind of strange to blow ones belly up to huge proportions. Wouldn’t you think so Steven?”

          “I’m not sure it is fair to try and make that kind of call from where I am now,” I responded. “Looking back at myself at that time, I probably would have said it was really weird. But with what I have learned since seven years ago, I have to say that it is nothing more than a fetish. If it doesn’t hurt anyone, and it is making you happy, then it is just part of the person you are.” I finished with a kiss on her cheek.

          “Yes, I guess that is true. After all, I really did think I was weird. Anyways, after I had relaxed over a glass of wine, I went up to my bedroom. As I walked in, I noticed that I had left my closet door open, and standing in there on its wheeled truck was a full bottle of helium. I hadn’t blown up my belly in a couple of months because of my trying to be normal, but just then that was just what I needed to do.

I didn’t even bother to undress other than to step out of my shoes as I walked to the tank and put the hose in my mouth. I remember just closing my eyes and relaxing my throat as I did to let the gas into my belly.”

          I looked over at Loona’s face and saw her leaned back against the couch with her eyes closed and that same dreamy smile as last night on her face. For a moment she was silent. Then I noticed her slowly inhaling and her dress becoming more snug. Her legs were slowly spreading apart as they too were inflating.

          “I remember suddenly noticing how very uncomfortable I was across my back and my boobs all of a sudden. Usually my belly would expand into its balloon shape, and my tits would ride up on top of it. This time my chest had just expanded right along with my belly. As the shock of what was happening went through my head, it was already too late, and my bra ripped away. The gas wasn’t turned on at too high a flow rate, but high enough that by the time I got my wits about me and turned it off I was already quite inflated. Since the gas seemed to have spread all through me instead of just my belly, I wasn’t as big as I was last night. But since this was a new thing to me, it was pretty unnerving.”

          Loona finished her wine with a long sip and then refilled our glasses. “For a while I just kind of stood there feeling myself all over. I understood how I could blow up my belly, but having the gas spread through my whole body was like nothing I ever would have imagined. I remember that as an experiment I let myself drop into a hard sit down on the floor, and my butt was as bouncy as my belly had ever been. I bounced right back up again. When I hit the floor I felt the pressure in me make me bulge out and expand in other places just like an inflatable toy. Of course I wondered just what was happening to me, or what had I done to myself.”

          “And what did you conclude?” I asked.

          “At first I was really worried, but the more I thought about it, and the more I checked myself over, the more I realized that other than this new ability, I really did not feel one bit different than I had. Actually it was the other way around. With the gas in me in this new way, I felt better than I had been feeling in months. My body and my mind suddenly seemed happier. Then I thought that whatever had happened was probably the product of years of me working at holding gas in myself, so I thought my body had just taken another step at holding gas. As unusual as that may sound, I really needed some sort of logic to what had happened right then, and that seemed to make the most sense. I was able to calm down a bit after that, but I have to admit that I was really incredibly excited by what had happened.”

          Loona took another sip of wine and shifted closer to me. I kissed her neck and put my arm around her to stroke one of her massive boobs. She shivered a bit and moved closer. I could feel the material of her dress getting tight as her breasts slowly expanded.

          “That feels so wonderful,” she whispered.

          “So that was five years ago?” I asked. I didn’t want to get distracted yet. I wanted to hear the whole story, and I was feeling hot in the groin myself right then.

          “More or less,” she answered snuggling closer to me. “I wasn’t really sure if what I had concluded was correct. In fact I was certain that there had to be more to it than that, but I really didn’t have any way of being sure of anything, and I sure wasn’t going to any doctors or any such about it. I might have felt like a freak, but I am sure their kind of researching into my differences would really have made me feel more so. Regardless of what was going on with my body, I was happier than I had felt in a long time.”

          She sipped some more wine, and smiled with a sigh before going on.

          “That night I was still kind of scared by what was happening, but I really loved the feeling of being able to bounce around on other parts of myself besides my belly. I fell asleep, and woke up mostly deflated.”

          “Mostly?” I asked.

          “Well, I didn’t realize I still had helium in me until I got dressed, and my bras and panties were fitting really tight. I measured myself, and then dressed in my loosest fitting clothes. By the end of the day when I measured myself again I found that I was back to my normal size. For the next few days I went through life not really knowing quite what to think. I kind of went through the motions trying not to think about anything. When the week ended I found myself with a weekend all to myself, and the only thing I was sure of was that I had really enjoyed the feelings I had had that night, even if it wasn’t the same as I had gotten used to.”

          “So that Friday evening I came home and relaxed over some wine, and then went up to my room. There was my helium bottle waiting for me, and even though I was nervous, I really wanted to feel the way I had again. I had a feeling that now I could get bigger than I ever had, but I still had some feelings of butterflies at the anticipation. Just to be safe I put this attachment on the hose that had a button valve for filling balloons. Then I put on a spandex body suit and put the hose in my mouth, and pushed the button.”

          Loona leaned back against me and the couch with her eyes closed and that dreamy smile on her face again. “I remember feeling my belly pushing out against the body suit, and then the feeling of my nipples pressing and riding up the inside of the spandex. After that I remember reaching around with my free hand to feel my ass cheeks expanding. I wasn’t sure about everything I was feeling at that moment, but I was loving every second of it as I felt the body suit getting tighter and tighter as I swelled up. I had my eyes closed and wondered about how big I should let myself get before I tried doing some body bouncing. It wasn’t until I felt a pressure under my chin that I opened my eyes and saw how huge my tits were, and that it wasn’t possible to see the floor anywhere around myself I had gotten so big and round. I started to turn to look in the wall mirror, and found the feeling of moving on my feet to be really weird, but I couldn’t figure out why. As I got turned to see myself in the mirror, it was pretty obvious. I saw my eyes go totally wide at the size I was. In the next instant I felt myself lift off the floor. I was tethered down by the helium hose in my hand, and in my total surprise I let it go. With nothing holding me at that point, I felt myself drift up and bounce against the ceiling. Holding a clear thought in my head was really hard at that point because of the feelings that were going through me, but the last clear memory I have was the thought that I was really happy that my cousin and I had decided to vault the back portion of the roof of the house so that we could have 26 foot ceilings in our bedrooms, and that I loved being a human balloon.”

          “What was it like?” I asked intently. I was very curious now.

          “ It was very intense. It wasn’t sexual, but it was a kind of pleasure that came close in its intensity. In fact that is the only way I can  describe it is as a kind of intense pleasure that just kind of washes through me whenever I get myself inflated. As far as real enjoyment goes, I only just found out that there is only one thing better than either being inflated or sex.”

          She favored me with her big smile, but she had stopped saying anything.

          “So what is it that is more pleasurable than either of those things?” I asked after my impatience got the better of me.

          “Sex while I am inflated, what else?” she breathed heavily in my face as she moved to squash me against the couch and kiss me deeply.

          I embraced her tightly and returned the kiss. Feeling her inhaling deeply and slowly expanding in my arms. We might have continued like that for a while, but as I felt her belly start its expansion into a huge beach ball she took my hand and stood up. We went up the stairs slowly, not wanting to take our hands off each other. I reached back and unzipped her dress as she was unbuttoning my shirt.

          “Even with my wide doorways, I didn’t want to get too big down in the living room to be able to get into my bedroom,” she whispered with her big smile.

          “I can appreciate that,” I responded as I reached around her massive tits from behind her. I could just put a palm on each fat nipple, and I started to rub them lightly.

          “Mmmmmmmmmm,” she moaned softly reaching up to put her hands on mine. “You drove me crazy last night the way you teased my tits.”

          “Get used to it,” I whispered back. “The way I see it, tits like these need lots of attention.” So saying, I slid my hands down her fat belly to where I could only reach little more than halfway around her. As I felt myself get turned on at the feeling of her slow expansion, my cock was slowly surrounded by being caught between her inflating ass cheeks.

          We fell together on the bed, embracing and kissing deeply. Loona seemed to be inflating more slowly than last night, and I wondered if she was exerting more control over herself tonight. I decided to see if I could make her lose control like the night before. With that thought in mind I broke off our kissing and moved quickly down and spread her legs. Before she was ready for what I was doing, I plunged my tongue into her pussy, moving it up and around rapidly. She squealed so loudly I thought she might break a window. With a weird insight that you only get when you are in strange situations I realized that Loona’s squealing voice came from the helium she put in herself all the time. The thought was a brief flash in my mind as I continued my tongue lashing on her pussy. She rolled half backwards and spread her now more quickly enlarging legs farther apart. Her body shook and trembled as I felt her belly pushing into me. Her breath was coming in moans and gasps as she took in air.

          “Please baby, fuck me now!” she squeaked out at last, and I reversed my position and climbed on top of her. Like last night we found a bouncing rhythm, but it only took about a minute before Loona had a squealing, bouncing orgasm. I kept on for a bit before I came into her steamy pussy.

          She reached up and held me to her, and I slid forward on her belly to give her a deep passionate kiss. I estimated she was at least as inflated as she had been last night. With that thought I felt the beginnings of early recovery down in my groin. This was incredible,  I thought. No other woman in my life had made me feel what Loona had.

          Still holding each other, she buried her face in my neck and kissed and licked me there. “I want to be bigger baby,” she whispered. “Please would you blow me up?”

          My cock went from early recovery to instant full recovery as she clamped her mouth on mine and engaged my tongue with her own. I inhaled deeply and blew down her throat. We rolled onto our sides as I continued to breathe into her. She made no sounds at all, keeping everything inside. I knew she had to be taking air in as well   because of how I could feel her growing bigger. When I stopped blowing into her, she was certainly larger than the night before, and I had to roll her into the right position on the big bed, and get her propped with all the pillows she had.

          I got up between her now much shorter legs on my knees and worked my cock into her now very swollen and very hot pussy. This time it seemed like I pumped into her for hours while she gasped and squealed with pleasure. I really don’t know how long it was, but I had no doubts during it that it was the best sex I had ever had.

Loona orgasmed more than once before I finally did. I do know my cock was sore from her tightness and how long we were at it.

          At some point shortly after I rolled back onto the other side of the bed, I felt her snuggling up next to me. She had deflated enough to maneuver herself, and I reached over and pulled her over partially on top of me, feeling the warm, fat, roundness of her boobs and belly pressing up against me. With sighs of contentment we both drifted off.

          I woke up at some point during the night, and as before Loona had deflated while sleeping. She was laying half on top of me with her big billowy breasts squeezed against my chest and pushing up under my chin. I shifted to wrap my arm under her around her neck to pull her closer. Without a doubt she was the best woman I could imagine to be snuggled close to. Inflated or not, I loved how big and fat she was. She and I were really finding out how well we got on together. I wondered as I drifted off again if it was possible for me to feel this good about any other woman.

          When I woke up again the thought was clear and fully formed in my head. No, I wasn’t going to ever feel this good about another woman anywhere, anytime. Loona came partially awake then, and changed her position to pull me more into her warm fatness. I stroked her vast round belly and she smiled and made a sound almost like a purring in my ear. I felt myself getting warm in the groin again, and the huge tit resting on my chest under my chin was too tempting to resist. I lifted it to my lips and began licking the aureole. In only a few seconds a fat, grape sized nipple was up and between my lips.

          One never knows how much time passes once you are into engaging in intimacy. You can only know what time it is around the time you begin, and if you can remember to look at a clock when you finish, you can know how long you were at it. For me right then, I only knew that it seemed like a long period of timeless pleasure while I sucked on her enormous mammary. She continued making her happy little purring sounds and pushing her tit in my face when suddenly she came wide awake and rolled over on top of me. I felt myself become totally hard as I felt her massive fat belly blanket me. She pulled her tit from my lips and moved to push the other one in my face, and put her lips to my ear whispering: “This one was getting awfully jealous.”

 

          I obliged the neglected breast without hesitation, feeling the nipple pop up eagerly into my tongue as I squeezed and massaged with both hands as I sucked and kissed. Loona now lay fully on top of me, and she began sliding herself up and down laying on my erect cock, pressing it into me with her fat belly. Again I had no concept of time, only knowing that I was feeling better and happier than I ever remember being with any woman. She was squealing and shuddering at my teasing of her tit, and pulled away to sit partially up and reach down to take my cock and slide it into her hot, wet pussy. Remaining in her partially sitting position she began to bounce up and down on me. I reached up and around to squeeze her huge belly and ass. The feel of her jiggling, bouncing fatness was making me want to come almost instantly at that moment, but I exerted as much control as I could and held out. I could feel her slowly inflating as she bounced on me, but I think she was trying not to blow herself up too much, or too quickly. I was pretty sure she wanted to get somewhat larger just to make her orgasm more intense, but at the same time I think her bouncing on me was turning her on to where she was losing control herself. I could feel her soft fatness becoming more and more firm as her belly and tits enlarged over me. Her legs were swelling to where they were enhancing her bouncing action on me. Every time she came down on me and compressed her legs, I could see her breasts and abdomen bulge out more and more. As her belly blew up to where it reached my face I leaned forward and thrust my tongue into her now very deep belly button. I don’t think she was ready for this, for at that moment she let out a squealing shriek louder than last night. Her pussy clamped tight on my cock and I was lifted up off the bed by it as she bounced down hard and back up in the middle of a sudden, and I am sure unexpected orgasm. I still had my arms wrapped around her to reach over her big ballooned up thighs to her huge ass, and as she shuddered and trembled with her orgasm I felt her expanding and inflating back into a balloon woman.

          As she shivered through the last of her orgasm I think she became aware of me still inside of her. She smiled down at me, and proceeded to start bouncing up and down on me again. Now she was a lot bouncier, and being so inflated she gripped me a lot tighter. I had wondered if the intense feelings she had from our love making were affected by being inflated with either air or helium. Since a lot of her pleasure seemed to be tied to her either bouncing or being bounced on, I guessed that there was probably not a simple answer to that one. I tried to keep thinking about as many other things to do with her as I could as she continued to bounce on me and inflate herself; until I couldn’t divert my mind anymore and felt a massive heat in my groin and balls come blasting out of me up into her. I was able to time it just right as she came down on her bounce and I thrust myself up into her as my balloon woman was traveling back upward. I arched my back and lifted her high off the bed in spite of her large heaviness.

          She came back down from her bounce, and settled on top of me rolling forward on her pumped up belly. There was no way I could have reached all the way around her at the size she now was. So I reached up to pull her face down to me by her arms pushing her now enormous tits to the sides of me as I pulled her down to kiss her deeply.

          “If this keeps up you won’t be able to get rid of me,” I whispered.

          She smiled as she rolled herself and gave a couple of little bounces on top of me. “I don’t think you are going anywhere right now. This blimp has decided to use you as a docking port.”

          With a long sigh I laid my head back on the pillow and let myself doze off once again. I drifted in and out, and as I came awake each time I noticed my woman was slowly losing pressure to settle down on top of me. When I woke at some time later I had my big beautiful balloon woman asleep in my arms on top of me with her face deep in my neck, and my arms around her more normally now. I ran my hands over her soft round fatness, squeezing her tightly to me. I knew at that moment that I was very much in love with Loona.

          A week later, on Saturday night, once again at Vinnie and Lulu’s place, I asked her to marry me, and she said yes. Lulu told her that she was smart to do so since I was doing such a good job of keeping her big and fat.

          “You remember,” Lulu told Loona, “a big fat wife is a happy wife.”

          I laughed and said: “Yes, the fatter, the better.”

          Lulu beamed a great smile at us as we left.

          I moved in with her a week later, and life has not been better since.

          Not many weeks later I woke up early on a Saturday morning with my fat, beautiful woman in my arms, and as usual I shifted to hold her more closely. She stirred next to me and buried her face in my neck with a happy little groan.

          “I was having the nicest dream,” she whispered in my ear.

          “What was it?” I whispered back.

          “I was dreaming of inflating to such a huge size, like a hot air balloon, and I gave you a long kiss,  and you inflated just like me. Then we floated off together holding hands.” Her voice trailed off as she fell back asleep.

          I was sure she told me that just to make me hot in the crotch and then fell back asleep on purpose, but it did spur my mind into a creative sort of flash that maybe I should have thought of sooner.

          “So what other thoughts have you had on your ability to inflate besides what you told me?” I asked her later that morning as we woke up in each others arms.

          “Mmmmmmmmm, I really think my cousin probably knows about the details of it,” she answered. “It was after he left that first time that I found it happening to me, and when he was here two years ago, he did seem to be questioning me closely about how I was since he had been here last.”

          “So you think he had something directly to do with it?” I asked.

          She shifted a bit to put her head better on my shoulder.

          “Well it is kind of funny now that I think about it, but when he visited both times he brought a few crates of tropical fruits with him. You know, the kind of fruit that usually comes from Hawaii, or the Caribbean.”

          I nodded.

          “I asked him about it, and he said he had gotten used to having it in his diet, and one of the crates was for me. I have to admit that it was delicious fruit. Anyway, he was here for two weeks, and after he left I went into his room to make sure he hadn’t left any unwashed laundry, or windows open. I would have sworn that the bed had not been slept in, and there was a light fixture 26 feet up on the vaulted ceiling that had not been working because I didn’t have a ladder to get up there and replace the bulb. Well, the bulb had been replaced, because I found the burned out one in the waste basket, and I couldn’t figure out how it had been done.”

 “Around the house he had worn these almost smock like things that he told me were native made on the island he had been living on. The material was kind of fuzzy soft and very stretchy. It had shoulder straps, and didn’t have legs. It was kind of a skirt like thing that came to just above the knees, but it also had a wide thong like strap to keep the skirt part from riding up around you. He had told me that everyone wore them on the island, both men and women. I asked him why they were made with the shoulder straps and didn’t have ties around the waist, and he told me that it just wasn’t practical for the people of the island.”

“After he left from his visit two years ago, his questioning me had made me curious, and I went looking and found his native smock. One of the things he had said about them was that one size fit all, and I wondered if there were no fat people on the island or what. Anyway, after I found it, I put it on, and I had no problem at all squeezing my big fat body into it. It stretched to my size with no effort at all. Then to really prove it to myself I went in my room and sucked on my helium tank. I blew myself up to a truly tremendous size, to where the lift in me pulled me to where I could not hold the hose in my mouth anymore.”

She smiled at me as she felt me getting hard at her words.

“The point is,” she went on seriously, “that the smock stretched perfectly and completely. Yes it pulled up on me a bit in places, but I am sure I was over ten feet in diameter, and it showed no signs of tearing. Like always when I get myself that inflated with helium, I just let myself drift around up there and enjoyed the feelings that come with being like that until I fell asleep. And like always, I deflated while napping and drifted down to wake up on the floor. So while I can’t be sure of anything for certain, I have reason to believe that not only does my cousin know about what is really going on with me, but that he is a human balloon himself.” She finished with a  sigh as she reached down to rub my erection.

“So,” she went on, “when do you want to get married?”

I squeezed her tightly to me, and looked her right in the eye before I whispered in her ear.

“As soon as we can get a letter to your cousin and make arrangements to have a long honeymoon on that island where he is,” I answered.

Her smile she gave me was huge. “I love you baby!” she answered.

 

 

                                                                                                       THE     END

         

 

 

 

 

         

         

 

 

 

All tags:

• inhale
• clown
• balloon
• floating
• helium

Login or register to tag items