Control

My girlfriend Jacqueline and I were cleaning up at home together and Jackie was fooling around as usual while dusting in the bathroom. “Watch your eyes, look at all that dust coming down from up there!” I pointed to the top of the medicine cabinet, where she was dusting. “Oh, I’m so scared… that dust might really get me… argh!” We both laughed as she pretended to be attacked by the dust, but of course with her next movement, she brought a big load of dust down that enveloped her shortly in a cloud of dirt. Moments later, she reappeared laughing and announced that she was going to take a bath now. “You sure are a donkey,” I told her, a phrase I loved to use with her as she would always reply by imitating a donkey in the cutest imaginable way. Jacqueline didn’t disappoint me this time either.

This time, however, something was strange. She got down on her hands and knees and began going “i-a, i-a” over and over again. I noticed her face was beginning to change as well as she was actually becoming a donkey-woman!

It had to have something to do with that dust, but I didn’t want to waste any more thoughts on that – I needed to do something. I remembered that I had said she was a donkey before she turned into one, so I did the most obvious: “Jacqueline, you are my beautiful, human girlfriend again.” Moments later, she got up, laughed at me and did her donkey impression as if nothing had happened. I decided not to say anything.

Later that evening, though, I was watching her get changed. We’d been together for several years now and, well, things were slightly different by now. We were still very much in love, but some of the passion had left our lives. Jackie was putting on a pair of pajamas that couldn’t help spark much interest and her breasts hardly showed. This wasn’t what I wanted. I realized I was about to do something completely crazy… but I think all of you would have done the same.

“Jackie, you will wear a short pink latex skirt and black high-heeled boots, your boobs will blow up like balloons to double their size and your lips will become much fuller. You will be filled with desire, but otherwise be nothing more than a sexy, big-breasted bimbo!”

I’m not even sure if she heard it, but my words had the desired effect. Her pajamas vanished and within a minute, Jackie looked like she had stepped out of a pornographic scene in a movie. The best part happened last, as I had hoped it would. Her breasts began to blow up, indeed, just like two balloons would. It even made the sound of balloons inflating and her nipples disappeared into her swelling tits.

I took in all of her appearance, but then focused on the breasts again. I wanted more, so I simply called out my fantasies. Jacqueline began a super-sexy pose-down in which she tried to out-do herself every couple of seconds. It was as if she was posing for a magazine and I was there instead of the camera. Suddenly, just as I had ordered, she began a scene that was inspired by all the inflation stories I have ever read and loved.

Jacqueline put her hands up in front of her huge tits and said: “My boobs are blowing up just like balloons!” She pressed her hands down into her massive chest. She did not for one second look fat – she just had two perfect round balls sticking out from her chest and otherwise slim body. “I’m becoming a balloon-bimbo, but I like it. Blow me up, please blow me up some more!”

She pursed her lips and left a small hole in between them that I quickly blew into – it was as if she had become a human balloon. My girlfriend Jackie was a human balloon! I blew into her and let her fill out some more, this time everywhere. I blew her butt up first giving her the figure I always wished she would have allowed herself to have. “I always was on diet cause I thought my ass was too big… but now I love to see it blow up!”

I couldn’t hold myself back any longer and I stripped her of the few clothes she was still wearing to get inside her. Once inside, I came immediately, as I had feared - normally, I wouldn’t have been in the mood again, but now this wasn’t the usual old Jacqueline I was doing… it was a balloon-breasted Jackie!

I decided to keep the game going while I kept riding her. An idea immediately entered my mind: “You’re gonna become a helpless balloon-blow-up doll!” Just saying that made me come close again, but I kept going and let myself fall down on her massive tits that I let deflate underneath me for fun until they were about two cup sizes bigger than Jackie’s real tits.

“Jacqueline, I want you to be mean and cruel to me, you sexy balloon-woman!” This really turned me on and I was amazed at what power she possessed as she suddenly rolled over with me and began riding me instead, but very violently.

I wanted to tell her to stop, but suddenly realized I couldn’t speak any longer. At that moment, another thought entered my mind – why hadn’t she turned into a blow-up doll? I immediately looked at my own body and saw that it was me who had become a blow-up doll… but why? I instantly knew that it was because I had become one with Jackie as we had sex and that the unspecific command had affected me instead of her!

“So, you want to come, huh? No way, you balloon-blow-up doll!” Jackie suddenly leaped off of me. She looked mean, but so damn sexy with her huge bust. She was dressed in red latex all of a sudden, which made her even more irresistible and even crueler for me to watch and not be able to touch.

Then Jacqueline reached towards me and opened a valve I suddenly had on my body. The air began to blow out of me and I deflated rapidly. The last thing I saw was the sexiest thing I have ever seen, though: Jacqueline cupped her hands over her tits, that were bulging out from underneath the red latex, called out: “Look at my huge balloon-boobs!”, and dug her long fingernails into her balloon-like breasts until they gave way to the pressure and Jackie burst into a thousand shreds.