Attention, Passengers

“Attention passengers, Flight 17 has been moved from gate 125 to gate 14 due to technical difficulties.  Please make your way to…”

“Attention passengers, Flight 17 has been moved from gate 14 to gate 92.  Please…”

“Attention passengers, Flight 17…”

You don’t want to hear that stupid announcer anymore.  You’ve spent the last six hours getting to the airport in record time, only to have your flight delayed, moved gates, need repair, move gates AGAIN, and send you on a mad dash through Seaside International Airport at speeds that put men like Usain Bolt to shame.  And just as you reach the proper area, the speakers come to life and send you all the way to the other side of the airport.  You need to get home though, today.  With your money down to its last few breaths of life because of an unexpected change in the conversion rate, you barely had enough to buy the ticket home.  But with your flight moving around the airport like a laser pointer taunting a cat, your slightly pudgy body is well beyond its limits.  But with the gate in sight and passengers not moved, you can finally get some rest.  Finally, the end is in sig-

“Attention passengers, Flight 17 has encountered an unexpected mechanical failure and must be delayed.  Due to time constraints, we will be leaving the airport tomorrow at noon.  We apologize for the inconvenience.  A list of possible hotels you can buy a room at are available at the front desk.”

You collapse on the bench conveniently next to you.  That’s it, game over.  You don’t have enough money to buy a soda, let alone rent a hotel room.  While you silently lament about needing to be a bum on the street for a night, a soft hand touches your shoulder, and you look up.

Her shoulder-length black ponytail seems to sparkle, her deep blue eyes bearing untold mysteries and a promise of joy.  “Hey there, sweetie.  You alright?  I’m guessing you were on Flight 17.”  You nod, and she extends a hand in greeting.  “I’m Chloe.  I run a tourist attraction down by the shoreline, I was putting up our flyers when I saw you.  You need a place to spend the night?  I’ve got a spare room.  I’ll even keep you company~”  You stare slack-jawed at Chloe, but take her offer with no hesitation.  Before long, you’re riding in her car down the winding road to her corner of the world.

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Chloe’s attraction seems to be boat tours of the major tourist hotspots in the area, ferrying them to and fro.  You also see some flyers for a new aerial tour of the city via blimp, coming soon.  Chloe leads you into the blimp’s hanger, saying that she has some sleeping bags you can both use to stay warm.  She ducks behind some boxes, and you can hear rustling and clanking noises as she searches.

As you walk over to see what’s taking her so long and if she needs help, Chloe leaps out from behind the boxes, stark naked, and rams a hose deep into your mouth, before pressing the button on a strange air compressor and grinning at you madly.  Gas forces its way down your throat, and your middle rapidly expands to the size of an exercise ball and beyond, ripping any of your remaining clothing to shreds as you realize that for some reason, inflating like this is insanely pleasurable.  You feel the pressure as the gas swells you larger, how tight your skin feels.  As Chloe climbs onto your now car-sized body to look you in the eyes, you can feel every inch of her making contact with you with clarity you never knew.  It’s orgasmic, and you let loose only to find your dick spraying gas out like a balloon.  Chloe reaches over and holds it closed with her elastic hairband, cutting off your release.

“Ah, ah, ah~” she teases.  “I can’t have my fat little toy floating away on me, can I?  I spent a fortune on this,” patting the pump for emphasis “special pump that fills things with helium instead of air.  And I needed a fatty to get even bigger and be my blimp for the evening, so you don’t get your release until after I say so.  Got it, blimpy?”

All you can respond is with an MMPH and flapping your hands, now nothing more than an ever-growing ball of a man with a head, hands, feet, and cock distinguishing you from any other cloud in the sky as you achieve liftoff, riding into the sky with a naked goddess of a woman sitting in plain view as you expand ever larger.

“Mmm, I always had a thing for big, fat balloons like you, boy.”  She slaps your flesh, the sound echoing through your hollow interior and only increasing the pleasure, much to your dismay as the pressure mounts you can’t cum all the helium out.  “I just love seeing balloons blow up big, and sometimes I like to play with them…”  She takes her large breasts and places them inches from your face, running her hands over them and pushing them together in a sexy manner.  “My boobs are like balloons too.  So big, and round.  Why don’t you touch them, feel for yourself?  Go ahead, loverboy, knock yourself out.  Grope them, lick them, do anything you want… if you can reach them, that is~”  She pushes her breasts together an inch from your face, but all you can do is stare at the prize, never to have it.

“Other times, I like to pleasure myself with balloons like you.  See this?”  She spreads her legs wide, revealing her womanhood to your face.  It glistens in the moonlight.  “Fat balloons like you get me so wet, I can’t help but rub myself all over them.  See?”  She slowly and agonizingly slides herself across your swelling body, making squeaking noises as she glides across your taught flesh.  “Ooh, it feels so good to let go, doesn’t it?  To cum, letting all that pressure out of you?  You know how badly you want to.  And since you’ve been such a good volunteer…”  She walks off across your massive body, making a beeline for your penis.  You can’t hear her, but you see her reach down and remove the hair tie, and the reaction is instant.  Stars burst in front of your eyes as the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever felt rocks you to your core for a good thirty minutes, cumming out all the helium you took in.  When you regain your senses, Chloe saunters up to you, kisses you on the lips (and exhaling into you ever so slightly), and says “I’ve got a job offer for you.  How’d you like to be the company blimp?”

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“And if you look to your left, you can see the new sports stadium under construction.”  Captain Chloe looks around the control panel of the Bird’s Eye, her tourist blimp, and sees that it’s time to head back.  She sighs, knowing she prefers it up here, and so does her unseen first mate that no one ever seems to have met.  She picks up the intercom.

“Attention passengers, I’m afraid that we need to be heading back now.  We’re beginning our descent soon.  And since I hear about it so often: no, the blimp is not haunted.  The descending process just sounds like someone moaning and screaming in the air sac of the blimp, our technicians still don’t know why.  You’re all safe.”

Chloe puts down the intercom and opens a secure hatch that leads directly to the blimp’s helium balloon.  It’s a small hatch, but enough to allow for the deflation device, one standard grade penis, to flop down, already hard from the pressure inside it.  Chloe chuckles at her husband’s endless helium-fueled libido, and promises herself to cook him a nice dinner tonight for the extra two flights she had to do today.  She wraps her lips around the penis, blows in a few times to start the flow, and leaves to drive the blimp to its landing bay as soon as the helium starts to blast out of it.

On the other end of the fabric casing hiding the blimp’s real, human balloon, you count your blessings for missed flights as you feel your wife toy with you.  Then the rush starts, and as the blimp you’ve become prepares to land, stars burst in front of your eyes.

Truly, you live the good life in paradise.