Best Surprise, The

I walk into our house through the front door.  Stepping into the living with the high, vaulted ceiling, I see you.  You stand in the middle of the room, in a sexy set of red lingerie: thigh-high stockings, a thong, a garter belt, and a bra.  Your luscious brown hair is down, flowing over your beautiful face, slender shoulders, and resting on your curvaceous breasts.  You walk up to me seductively, with a devilish look on your face.  You stand up on your tiptoes and wrap your arms around my head and kiss me passionately.  My hands instinctively fly to your sides as I feel and caress the curves of your body.  Your breasts are pressing into my body, and the feel of them immediately makes me hard.  You stop kissing me and say, “I’m so glad you’re home!  I have a surprise for you, and I can barely contain myself anymore!”  Eager to find out, I am about to ask what the surprise is, but before I can you take my hand and pull me to the center of the living room and sit me down in a chair you moved from the kitchen.

Upon sitting me down, you straddle me, gasping slightly as you feel my erect cock against you vagina.  This elicits a naughty giggle from you as you begin kissing me again, gyrating your hips ever so slightly.  My hands are on your hips again, exploring every inch of skin they possibly can.  My right hand sneaks behind you and gives your ass a firm squeeze, making you moan and clench me tighter.  My left hand goes up to admire your breasts.  You arch your back in response to give me more to grab.  I start getting really excited, and I begin to bounce you harder against my cock and start kissing your neck.  “Slow down a little baby!  We haven’t gotten to the surprise yet!”  you whisper, as you start pulling away.  A little frustrated, I ask you what the surprise is.  You smile, and ask me to stay where I am as you get off my lap and walk into the other room, swaying your hips so as to give me a good view.  My curiosity skyrockets when you come back with a bicycle tire pump.

Extremely excited, but trying to restrain myself, I ask you what you intend to use it for.  You smile again, place your hands on my knees and bend over until your face is level with mine.  I find it difficult to look at your eyes as your cleavage stares longingly at me.  Then you whisper, “I’m going to become your balloon girl.”  My eyes widen at this, and before I can say anything, you kiss me once more and take a few steps back.  You pick up the hose and place it in your mouth, secured by your delicious lips.  You hoist the pump bar up, and force it down, bending at your waist to show off your beautiful cleavage.  Your cheeks puff briefly as the air enters your body.  You giggle as you feel the air flow into your body, then proceed to repeat the pumping action.  I watch your chest rise and fall with excited breathing as you pump yourself up.  The first few pumps seem to have no effect, but you know its working as you feel your breasts getting tighter.  Finally, I begin to observe your chest rising more and falling less as the air makes its home in your breasts.  Your breasts perk up and begin spilling over the top of your bra as your once B-cup boobs become C-cups…D-cups…DD-cups…

You stop pumping and take the hose out of your mouth.  Your hands rise up to touch your breasts, now air-filled.  This thought makes you horny as you observe the shiny, balloon-like texture of your chest.  “I think I need more…a lot more, wouldn’t you say?” you ask me as you continue to admire your new chest.  I nod, unable to say anything, still staring in amazement.  You pick the hose back up and put it greedily in your mouth.  You turn so your side is facing me, and continue pumping.  I am enthralled as I watch the curve in your back undulates as you work the pump, eagerly awaiting the next gust of air.  You moan gently as each pump works its way into your breasts, which are quickly running out of room in your bra.  Your bra straps are becoming painful, so you stop to pumping to unhook it.  Unfortunately, it has become so tight you discover you can’t remove it.  However, this gives you a delicious idea.  You turn to face me, placing your arms behind you.

“Baby?” you say to me, wielding your beautiful, sexy innocence face.  “Do you like my new breasts?” you ask me, shimmying slightly, making your melon-size tits bounce and rub against each other with a rubbery squeak.  I say that I love them, practically drooling.  You smile and respond, “Good!  But there’s a little problem.  This bra is too small and I can’t get it off.  I really need to bust it off, but it’s getting hard for me to pump with these in the way,” you rub your shiny balloon boobs together, making more rubbery squeaks.  “I’m just a little balloon girl, I need a strong, sexy man with big shoulders to help me,” you say this as you straddle me again, placing your hands on my shoulders and squeezing.  “Please?  I need more,” you plea as you pull me in for another kiss, your tits pushing into me.  I touch your balloon boobs, gently sliding my fingers down the side of your rubbery flesh.  You moan with delight in response, as your stretched skin has become more sensitive.  When you pull away from the kiss, I say that I’ll help you.  You jump up with delight, boobs bouncing up and brushing the underside of your chin.  You go down on your knees and put the hose in your mouth.  I then pull up the pump bar and force it down, gently at first, as I’m unsure if it hurts at all.  You moan and look at me pleadingly, and I take this to mean I can pump harder.  I oblige and I force the bar down harder.  I hear your boobs squeak as more air is forced in and you arch your back, accentuating your growing assets.  I pump again, and you respond similarly.  Your reactions along with the thought of me actually inflating you encourage me, and I pump faster and harder.  You feel your tits tightening as the pressure mounts, you wince slightly as the bra straps grip you harder.  You close your eyes and moan as you feel your breasts expanding.  You place your hands on your breasts, and your pleasure is increased as you feel your skin stretch and expand.  I pump harder; your bra is becoming painful.  Your tits are under a lot of pressure, and are starting to make creaking sounds.  You look down and are turned on by how much they have grown.  Your stretched skin has become so shiny, you can see your own reflection.  Keeping on hand on your breast, you move your other hand down your panties.  I pump again and I hear a slight tearing of fabric and the rubbery creak of your breasts.  I pump again and the tearing sounds louder.  You wordlessly beg me to keep going as you moan from the pleasure.  I pump again and I hear a small ripping pop as one of the bra hooks becomes liberated.  Finally, I slam down the pump bar with all my might.  The air enters you right as you bring yourself to orgasm, and you arch your back hard, sending your bra flying off with a loud rip.

I stop pumping.  Now free from the confines of your bra, your tits are massive, each the size of a basketball.  Your nipples are erect, also full of air, and are the size of grapes.  You touch them and rub them together, relishing in the feeling of pressure in your boobs.  I get down on my knees so I can admire them as well.  I touch them and you moan with pleasure.  You ask me to squeeze them, which I do, gently.  You respond with more intense moaning and your tits reply with more rubbery squeaks.  Curious, I lightly tap one of them, and it bounces slightly making a hollow “bwoomp” noise.  You giggle with delight and do the same.  “Baby, this feels so good!” you tell me.  Then you push me over and straddle me, again surprised at my hard cock begging for entry.  With me flat on my back, you can barely see me over your balloon boobs.  “What do you think?  Do you like them?” you ask me as you bounce your tits, taunting me.  I nod, and reach up to touch them.  But, being the tease you are, you grab my hands and force them to the ground.  You are now hunched over me, my face buried in your inflated cleavage.  “Did you like doing this to me?  Do you like playing with your balloon girl?” you ask.  Unable to talk, I nod forcefully, making your tits bounce and squeak.  You giggle, and release your hold on me.  Now free, I begin admiring your ballooned assets.  After a minute or so of letting me touch you, you ask, “Think I can get bigger?”  I say that I think you could.  “Oh, the little boy wants to see how big his balloon can get!  Well, I’d love to find out, but that pump is so much work.  How about we try something else?”  You get off me and ask me to remove my pants and sit with my back to the couch.  As I do this, you leave the room and return with an electric air compressor.  You plug the compressor to the wall and then straddle me.  You place the pump next to me and say, “You’re in charge of that babe!  You blow up your balloon as big as you want!”  With that, you put the hose in your mouth, and I activate the compressor.

Your tits perk up a bit as air continues to flow to them.  I now have a front row seat to the greatest show on Earth as my beautiful fiancée inflates on my lap.  Your breasts squeak as they continue to expand, each trying to push the other out of the way.  I suck on one of your air-filled nipples, making you moan.  You resume rubbing yourself as the feeling of expansion takes you away again.  The compressor feeds you a steady stream of air, giving you a new sensation as your breasts now inflate continuously.  I continue to play with your tits, now watermelon-size and still growing.  Suddenly, you spit the hose out and ask me to turn off the compressor, which I do.  You stroke your rubbery, shiny, breasts and tell me, “I really want to blow you as you, well, blow me!  But I can’t with a hose in my mouth.”  You resume your look of sexy innocence and continue, “Where, oh where can I put this hose instead?”  I grin and grab the hose, then I pull the front side of your thong aside and gently slide the hose into your tight vagina.  You respond with a look of mixed pleasure and discomfort, but decide it’s for the best.  You reposition yourself so you are now laying down, your pressurized breasts creaking as they are squeezed between you and me.  You put your hands on my hips and look up at me.  “Go ahead baby!  I’m ready!”  I respond by turning the compressor on.

“Oh!” you suddenly gasp.  The cold air is now rushing into your vagina, making it feel full.  You feel the air now filling your pelvic area and lower belly.  This new sensation turns you on, and you begin to suck my warm, desperate cock while moaning.  I place my hands on your head, forcing my cock deep into your warm mouth as I feel your belly begin to bulge.  I look down and see your belly slowly expanding, being filled with glorious air.  I place one hand one your side, eliciting a moan from you.  I can feel your stomach growing, inflating, expanding.  This makes me harder than I thought possible, making you moan louder as you feel dick get harder in your mouth.  I watch as your belly expands further, until you look 7 months…8 months…9 months pregnant, and beyond.  The garter belt groans as it stretches to accommodate your ballooning form.  Your belly begins to encompass the rest of your torso, making it dome like.  I get excited as I feel your once concave waist begin to blow outward.  Your body starts rounding out, even forcing your back to conform to this spherical trend.  The garter belt, not as sturdy as the bra, gives up and snaps off with a loud rip, allowing your belly to expand freely.  Your body has blown up enough to make you feel as though you are lying on a pillow of air.  You place a hand on your side, feeling your once thin body tighten and expand.  Your positioning is making it increasingly difficult to maintain your hold on my cock as your balloon belly is forcing you away.  Your tits squeak as your chin bumps into them.  You now have to roll on your inflating belly, desperately trying to keep my dick in your mouth.  You feel my dick harden a bit more, and decide to enact your next phase.

You release my cock and turn off the air compressor.  I open my eyes and look at you.  Your belly has become big and round, almost as if you swallowed a beach ball.  Your upper torso didn’t expand as much, giving your body a pear-shape.  Your tits surprisingly grew a little more, now resembling two globes.  Although amazed by your shiny balloon body, I get frustrated with you and ask you why you stopped.  “I completely forgot,” you say as you start to stand up, “balloons need to be filled with helium, so they float!”  You remove the hose from your vagina, which still feels full air, and say to me, “Could you get the helium tank from the other room, baby?  I’m just a balloon and am not good at lifting things.”  You say this with your sexy innocence face, which never gets old and always works.  I head to the other room and find a tank, approximately 3 feet tall and one foot in diameter.  I observe that there’s already a hose attached to this tank, about two feet long.  I return to the living room, where you are rubbing hands all over your balloon body.  Your skin is stretched and shiny, and every touch makes that rubbery squeak I have come to love.  You look up at me and smile when you see that I have the tank.  “Great, you got it!  But, there’s another problem,” you say.  “You see, I can’t keep blowing you because my massive balloon boobs get in the way.  I want to keep pleasuring you, but with a hose in my pussy, we can’t fuck.  We don’t have a long enough hose for me to keep it in my mouth.  What should we do?” you ask me, giving me that look.  Not sure if you will be okay with it, I ask hesitantly if I can put the hose in your ass.  “Hmm…I guess that’s the only way we can have the best of everything!  Hook me up!  But gently!”  I quickly run upstairs to get some lube then return.  I lube up the hose, move your thong to the side, and gently slide it a few inches into your ass.  You make a sound of discomfort, but you decide to go on with so you can continue to pleasure me.  I pick up the tank and walk with you to our couch.  I sit down and you straddle me, rubbery belly rubbing against me, inflated tits bouncing in my face.  You are on your knees, hovering over my longing dick.  You try to reach around your stomach to move your thong, but I help, and I slip my hard cock into your slippery, tight pussy.  I can feel the air inside you putting pressure on my dick, squeezing tighter.  I put on hand on your leg, and with the other I turn the valve on the tank.

You gasp as yet another new sensation greets you, as cold helium now forces its way into you.  You start bouncing on my cock, squeaks coming from all over your swollen body.  I try to kiss you past your breasts, but they are so big, they keep me away from your luscious lips.  Your ass bumps my legs as you ride me.  I reach around and grab a handful of ass, making you moan.  I suddenly feel your ass expanding as the helium finds a home in it.  You achieve new leverage as your ballooning butt bounces you harder and harder on to my cock.  “Mmm… yes!  God yes!  Fuck me baby!”  you cry out.  “I’m your inflatable love doll!  Fuck me!”  Your dirty talk turns me on and I start humping you harder.  Your pear shape begins to vanish as the helium rounds out your upper torso.  You try to grab on to me, but your expanding body is making once simple actions incredibly difficult.  Your ass cheeks have already inflated nicely, each cheek a beach ball.  Your ass creaks and squeaks as I bounce you on my dick.  Your thong bursts off without much fight, allowing your waist to join your body’s spherical trend.  You begin to notice pressure in your shoulders and your arms, and you see that they are beginning to inflate too.  You get a feeling of helplessness as your arms become stiff as they are inflated.  I place my hand on your thigh and hear a squeak.  I look down to see that now your legs are blowing up.  Several runs begin to appear in the stockings as your legs swell.  I continue thrusting my dick into your beautiful balloon body, feeling the air pressure squeezing my dick.  You begin to feel light as your arms are forced out to the sides.  You try to bend them, but realize that the pressure inside you is too much to overcome.  Your arms become large cones as they are slowly absorbed into the growing orb that is your body.  Your tits have stopped inflating, and now look like two hemispheres, each about the size of an exercise ball, protruding from your body.  You feel what once was your waist start to stretch and join the sphere of your body.  Your legs are ripping through the stockings, and feel the mounting pressure in your knees as the air tries to render them useless.  The light from the living room is being eclipsed by the weather balloon that is my fiancée.  I can hear your skin squeak, stretch, and creak as it balloons outward.  I can feel your skin harden as the turgid pressure builds up within you.  I’m close to coming, so close, but you reach climax right before I do.  As you scream out in glorious orgasm, your knees surrender to the internal pressure, and you are launched off my dick.  Your legs quickly fall prey to the helium, and become stiff cones. Your ass is slowly losing its original shape as it is consumed by your blimp body.  Upon being launched, you feel weightless, as there is now enough helium inside you to keep you afloat.  I look in amazement at you.  Your body is almost entirely spherical, probably five feet in diameter.  Your arms and legs are being forced away from your body, like a starfish.  Your beautiful tits are slowly being integrated into your body.  Now free from my dick, you have no other stimuli.  You can now feel the inflation in its full glory.  You can feel your spherical body being pushed outward in all directions by a vast nothingness in you.  You continue to have orgasms has you float higher.  Eventually, you reach the end of the short hose and bob in the air over the tank.  I gawk in disbelief as I watch your arms and legs finally disappear into your body.  I watch as your sphere body continues to grow.  Your skin has become so stretched and tight and shiny, I can see myself in your massive form.  You truly have become my balloon.

You are too enraptured in the feeling that you don’t notice yourself drifting higher.  The helium in you is now enough to bring the tank up with you.  I don’t react fast enough, and you float up and up until your head bumps the top of our vaulted ceiling.  You still feel yourself growing, and right when you wonder just how big you can get, the tank stops.  You emptied the entire helium tank.  Your body is entirely spherical, with only two little hands, two little feet, and a head protruding from it.  Your body has to be at least 7 feet in diameter.   The tank is in my reach, I jump up to grab it, but the hose slips out of you and falls.  I now have no way of getting to you.  The tug of the hose was enough to turn you over though, and you look down on me and smile.  “Now look what you’ve done!”  you say.  “You’ve gone and let your balloon float away!  Poor little boy…I was his favorite balloon!”  Frustrated at you mocking me and the fact that I never got to finish, I start trying to think of a way to get you down.  “Sorry I couldn’t finish you baby!  You must be so disappointed in your balloon girl,” you say to me.  I assure I’m not disappointed, and that I am simply overjoyed that you inflated yourself just for me.  You blush and giggle, then say, “I may not have finished you, but if you finish yourself for me, I’ll tell you a secret!” Curious, I agree to your terms and I proceed to pleasure myself as you watch.  I gaze upon your floating, spherical body, and imagine how I would play with you if you were on the ground.  You watch with lust as I stroke my cock, turning hot knowing that I’m masturbating to the sight of you.  My cock gets rigid as I furiously stroke my shaft, you moan little bits of encouragement for my.  You start to get flustered, wishing you were able to stroke yourself, but you are only able to feebly flutter your hands against your tympanic body.  I finally come, much to both our relief.  Satisfied, I ask what secret she was going to tell me.  “Baby, I need you up here!  I want our balloon bodies to rub against each other; I want to watch you inflate!  There’s another canister of helium in the garage, get it and come join me, hurry!” 

I run to the garage and I indeed find another cylinder of helium, but this one is twice the size of the tank you just used.  I bring it in and asked why this one is so much larger.  You wink at me and say, “What’s the matter, balloon boy?  Think you can’t handle it?  You gonna let your balloon girl be bigger than you?”  Accepting your challenge, I take the hose of the new helium tank, lube it up, and slide in my ass.  I figured I would share in this bit of discomfort.  I positioned myself under you, lie down on the floor, and turn the valve on full blast.

I inflate a little differently than you, since our body types are so different.  My belly immediately fills with all the cool helium rushing into my body.  I gasp as I now understand how amazing it feels.  You watch in amazement, as my lower torso is already rounding out.  You decide next time that you want to lay on top of me as I inflate.  The thought of lying on my body as it inflates, feeling my skin stretch and squeak against, makes you wet.  The helium begins to fill my chest, forcing it outward and giving my torso a barrel-shape.  I rub my taut stomach and am reminded of the satisfying rubber squeak sound.  I feel my body slightly rise up as my back rounds out to match my front.  My torso looks like a large cylinder.  The helium travels up my body to my shoulders, which are now being puffed up, to your enjoyment.  My shoulders begin to rise, my arms begin to fill.  The helium is working its magic fast.  You gasp in amazement and I moan loudly as the helium begins to fill my pelvis.  My waist joins the cylindrical shape as helium rushes into my genitals.  My dick, flaccid just moments ago, springs back to life.  My dick inflates like the cylindrical balloons used to make balloon animals.  The pressure feels wonderful inside my cock, now nearly a foot long monster, at least 3 inches diameter.  I begin to stroke my balloon cock as my balls blow up to baseball size.  My cock squeaks and creaks as I run my hands up and down it as best as I can.  You flutter your hands again as you watch me rub my massive balloon cock, wishing desperately you could touch yourself.  I ask you if you like what you see, if you wish you could feel my dick expand in your mouth.  You moan desperately as you feel yourself getting wetter by the second.  I discover that it is becoming difficult to stroke my shaft, as my arms are filling with helium and being forced up.  I give up and my arms fly out to my sides, rigid, as my cylindrical body continues to inflate.  I feel legs fill up, and almost immediately stiffen.  I begin to feel light, and I tell you I’ll be with you shortly.  My body is getting tighter as helium fills me more and more, bigger and bigger.  My body produces a deeper tympanic creak than yours.  My body is now probably 7 feet long and 4 feet in diameter when I begin to rise.  My arms and legs are now gone, like you, and my body is now just expanding outwards in all directions.  My positioning on the ground was perfect, as my giant balloon cock slipped right in to your vagina when I hit the ceiling.  I was secretly holding back a bit of helium flow from my cock, but I now relaxed it, and you nearly scream out in pleasure as you feel my cock inflate within you.  Unable to move, I have no choice but to let the helium fill me to the brim.  My cock is getting huge within you; I find it amazing that you can handle it.  You hear the squeaking and creaking of my cock as it rubs against you vaginal walls, filling you up just like the air did.  Our combined internal pressure makes this the most intense sex we’ve ever had.  I had just come minutes earlier, but the feeling was so pleasurable that I came again, at the same time as you, but my cock doesn’t shrink due to the helium within it.

I inflate bigger and bigger, and just when I think I can’t hold anymore, the tank stops.  I am now a blimp, 10 feet long and 5 feet in diameter.  I am tethered to you, my balloon girl, the massive sphere, by my cock, which is tightly secured within you.  I would have to guess it is over 2 feet long.  Due to the angle and shape of our bodies, we can’t see each other, but we both have faces of complete and total bliss.  Both of us occasionally moan as our bodies squeak and rub together.  “I love being your balloon girl,” you tell me.  I tell you that I love being your balloon boy.  “I am definitely having my way with you next time!” you tell me.  I look forward to it, and I tell you as such.  At this point, I realize that now we are both fully inflated and bobbing against a ceiling with no way down.  I mention this to you and ask how we get down.  “I don’t know,” you begin cheerfully, “but I’m sure we’ll deflate back to normal eventually.”  I agree, but this thought gives us both a slight feeling of disappointment.  We both decide to enjoy it while it lasts.  We talk dirty to each other, sharing what we want to do to the other, you even manage to make me come again.  As I come, I notice something different.  This time, all the helium inside me manages to escape from my dick into you.  You gasp with surprise, but settle back into your routine moaning.  “Oh yes baby, give me more!  I want more!  Inflate your balloon girl more!” I get worried, as I had a lot of helium in me, and you are still so big, I become afraid it will be too much for you.  You relish in your unexpected expansion, ballooning even further than you thought possible.  You feel your hands and feet plump up as they too become absorbed by your blimp form.  You can feel my still massive dick pumping its massive payload into you, you climax over and over as you feel the vast nothingness expand within you, pumping you up.  I slowly regain control over my limbs, and I try my best to get my cock out of you.  I watch as your body continues to expand, blowing up and up.  Your body’s expansion slows as all your empty spaces re filled with helium.  You moan and your body creaks threateningly as the pressure mounts inside you.  You now encompass half of our living room, and still my body pumps into yours.  Your body is 12 feet and diameter and growing.  You continue to moan that you want more.  I have no choice but give you what you want, as my cock is still trapped in you.  I touch your skin and feel that it is extremely tight; there is hardly any give left.  I desperately try to remove myself from you, when suddenly you climax exceptionally hard.  Your body suddenly surges another 6 inches in all directions as my body finally empties.  I fall to the ground and look up at you. 

You are massive.  Your body shimmers as light reflects off of your taut flesh.  You are taking up most of the living room, your back against the ceiling and your belly just 4 feet off the floor.  I gingerly touch your tight skin, making you moan with delight.  I get out from under and look at your face.  You are drenched with sweat and your face is red.  With a smile you say, “Looks like I can hold more than you!”  I laugh, unable to disagree.  I say that I definitely have the sexiest, most beautiful, biggest balloon in the world.  You blush, thank me, then say, “Flattery is nice but you’re not off the hook!  You blew me up more than expected, so I when I finally deflate, I’m going to see just how big I can make you!”