Sandra's Balloon Store: Abused

Sandra basically knew it the moment the guy entered her store. They all were more or less the same. First, they looked around a bit shyly, looking at all the different balloons with that certain look in their eyes. She knew it so well because she felt just the same and she had realized a life-long dream by opening this balloon-shop.

She had used her powers to get rich – she simply let the money appear – and then once she had bought the store, she began designing her own, special balloons. She was very creative and made up exciting new shapes and beautiful colors for the balloons she sold. All she had to do was picture the balloons and they appeared. This quickly made her store very successful for balloon-lovers everywhere – both the average customer and people such as the man, who had just entered her store, who got turned on by balloons and inflation were delighted to find such a large variety of balloons. Not only that, but Sandra was certainly a reason why so many men stopped by her shop as well – she was truly beautiful and, she was especially proud of this, she didn’t even need her powers to look so stunning. Her breasts had been so full and round since puberty, her dark brown hair framed her gorgeous face perfectly and she knew from watching herself in the mirror that when she blew up a balloon, it was captivating to watch her lips and cheeks.

The man suddenly approached the desk, as if he had suddenly had a revelation. “Excuse me, Ms. –“ He checked her name-tag and also glanced at her breasts at the same time. “Sandra. I am planning to have a big party on Friday and, well, I definitely want to have some huge balloons there as well, so I wanted to come to your store, ‘cause it’s obviously the best place to come.” Sandra knew that his mouth had to be completely dry. She smiled at him. He was kind of cute, but she was cautioned – she knew what was likely to come next and she hated him for it. “Thank you. How may I help you?”

“You see, I’d like to be sure that I get exactly the right colors, so I was hoping I could see what some of the balloons look like when they are inflated. You know, you can never judge the color when they’re uninflated.” He laughed a nervous, excited little laugh and Sandra knew he was already so turned on just by talking to her. “Don’t worry, I’ll pay for every balloon inflated and then I’ll be buying quite a few of the colors I like best.”

Sandra decided she would give him a nice little performance one last time even though it was hard for her since she was always very enraged about being used this way. “That sounds like fun – please, let me blow up all the balloons.”

She quickly began walking through the narrow isles of the store and grabbed a few balloons. “Feel free to select any balloons you want, I’ll blow them all up for you.” She noticed how aroused the man got when she said the words “balloon” and “blow” and decided she would play with him a little more. Then, while she made sure that he was busy selecting some balloons, she locked the door to the shop and turned the sign to “Sorry, we’re closed”. She wanted some privacy for this.

The two of them soon returned to the desk and laid down a whole heap of balloons in all different colors. “I’ll start with this red one, alright?” The man just stammered, “That would be great,” as he stared at her beautiful mouth closing with the balloon’s mouthpiece in it. The expansion of the rubber sounded beautiful and the sight of sexy Sandra blowing her air into the swelling balloon was certainly a knock-out. She was done far too soon, tied a knot with ease and quickly said: “I want to blow up more balloons.” The man certainly couldn’t believe his ears and Sandra knew he had to be so hard. She was disgusted, even though she understood it, but managed to keep up with her show.

“I’ll blow up this dark green one here, really big, okay?”

“Now I’ll blow up the yellow one – this one’s really beautiful, you’ll see!”

“Maybe you’ll like this color: The balloon is light blue.”

Sandra was getting very excited herself. She almost forgot about the man watching her. She barely heard his brief comments on every color. The balloons were now her center of attention and she began picturing that she was giving every balloon she took into her mouth a passionate kiss. She was constantly smelling the rubbery scent of her toys and could help but rub the round, inflated balloons against her breasts while tying the knots.

Soon, she was standing in a sea of balloons and was inflating the last balloon, a large, pink one. Sandra was so horny, but as she became conscious of that again, she remembered that she was not the only one being turned on by this show. After tying the knot in the last balloon, she placed it down on the counter and rested her large breasts on top of it while leaning forward. She saw the man was staring at her breasts and the balloon, clearly wishing her breasts would blow up just like the balloon.

“So, which ones do you want,” she asked. “Em, I… well, they’re all so beautiful, but I guess I’ll…” She didn’t wait for him to finish the sentence. “It really turned you on to see me blow up these beautiful balloons, didn’t it?” At first, the man was shocked and couldn’t speak, but then he mumbled a brief “Yeah.” – Sandra hated him. “I knew when you walked in that you wanted to watch me blow up balloons for you. I knew it. You thought you could just get this free erotic performance, then go home with the balloons and jack off while thinking of me. Hell, I even dreaded you might want to take pictures of me.” She paused, hoping the man would offer something mildly resembling an apology, but he was clearly still too aroused because of what he had seen and longed to leap onto her and have sex with her among all the balloons. She was disgusted and she had had enough. “Well, I’m glad you like balloons. You had troubles deciding which ones you should take… well, you’re going to take them all!”

She suddenly grabbed the pink balloon from underneath her breasts and rammed it into his body. But the balloon didn’t pop, it just slid underneath his skin. She quickly took the next few balloons and in rapid order pushed them into him.

The man couldn’t move, she had made sure of that, but he still was capable of speaking and so he began to plead with her in panic. “What are you doing to me? I’m sorry, I just thought you were so sexy and I just wanted to…” He couldn’t think of a way to make it sound nice, besides, he was too shocked at watching his body slowly beginning to inflate because of the balloons inside of him. “Stop stuffing me! What’s going on?”

Sandra loved watching him get bigger and bigger as she shoved all of the balloons she had blown up into him. Her human blow-up doll was swelling up and taking on a completely round shape. The more balloons she stuck into him, the less his skin looked human. “You’ll be a huge balloon in a few more minutes,” she announced, “and then you won’t be able to go around harassing women!”

“Please, Sandra, don’t make me a balloon. I’m so sorry. I’ll do anything you want, really. I’ll never do this again! Just don’t turn me into a balloon!”

Sandra stuck the last balloon into him. He was a huge ball and was a mixture of all the colors the balloons had had, all swirled together. Sandra admired her work. She had gotten very turned on from her new toy and wanted to play just a bit more. She quickly blew up a long balloon and stuck it in the appropriate place. Then she selected her favorite balloon-type: a pretty dark blue tone, slightly purple even, nice and round that always had a nice long neck when you blew it up. She inflated it passionately.

“What are you doing to me,” came the last, hopeless question from the balloonman.

Sandra shoved the huge balloon right into his face so that his head was quickly replaced by the balloon. She reached for the mouthpiece she had not tied yet and stretched it. “My, what funny lips you have.” Sandra knew the man was her helpless balloon-toy now. She stripped herself of her clothing and let the long balloon-part slide into her. She then began to bounce up and down on the helpless balloonman. She then took his lips into her mouth and blew into the balloon. Sandra got overly turned on by blowing up the huge balloon she was riding and instantly, she came. Still not fully satisfied, she kept going, climaxing twice more.

At that point, she tied a knot into the balloon-mouth and got off her huge toy. She remembered that the balloon had once been that pervert who had abused her. In the usual storm of aggression that followed the return of clear thinking, popped the huge balloon to a thunderous BOOM.