Dark Red Hair

You know, normally, I don’t care for red-heads that much, but Andrea’s hair was a beautiful dark reddish tone that immediately caught my attention. Ok, I must admit, my eyes did not stay fixed on her hair very long. I couldn’t help but notice her balloon-like breasts. They can’t be real, was my impression, but then again, she didn’t look like the kind of girl who would have a boob job done.

I saw her twice a week at University and I always managed to sit close to her. After just two weeks, we began greeting each other regularly and then finally, we got into talking. I couldn’t take my eyes of her beautiful face: she had happy, green eyes, full lips and adorable cheeks: they looked as if she was holding her breath and had them full of air. When we talked, it surprised me how simple she was in a way. It’s hard to explain: she was slightly naïve perhaps, somewhat an airhead

We really got to know each other better over the next few weeks; we sat next to each other during each course and hung out a bit afterwards. Finally, we had our first date: We went out to see a film, had a romantic dinner and then went for a stroll in the park. There, we sat down on a bench and she told me she had to confess something to me before we could go on seeing each other. She said she hoped it wouldn’t cause us to break up and I was starting to get very worried ‘cause I was dreading she might have some unfortunate disease (not that I would have broken up with her in that case).

When she told me she was, in simple terms, a balloon-girl, my heart began to race. She explained that she had had a peculiar accident as a child that had made her morph into a mixture of a human and a balloon. She looked at me worriedly, hoping to judge my reaction. I told her this was definitely no problem and asked her to continue explaining.

My whole body is expandable like a balloon, she whispered. Being half-balloon has its advantages – she pointed at her breasts: I blew these up a bit, she admitted. But it also has some disadvantages, cause my head is quite full with air, so I may seem light-headed sometimes and my face kind of looks like a balloon as well. My cheeks became a bit puffy and my lips rubbery the time I inflated my breasts; I figured it was worth it.

I couldn’t keep it a secret from her: This was the sexiest thing I had ever heard and she was literally a dream come true. I told her I’d love her to be my balloon-girl and we kissed passionately.

Soon I asked her, only half-joking, what kind of balloon-games I could play with her. She laughed an adorable laugh and told me with a wink of the eye that she was open for everything. I knew I had to seize my chance and asked her whether I could inflate her breasts some more. She raised her eyebrows, then said she had kind of been expecting this, but she told me she was willing to do it, if I was careful.

Since I wanted to watch her inflate, I decided I wouldn’t blow her up myself, but instead inflate her with helium. She agreed and took the hose I had attached to the bottle into her mouth. As I had requested, she was wearing only a thong and a sexy bra that consisted only of two small triangles of fabric and was held together by strings that gave a lot of leverage. She made a devastatingly sexy pose showing off her already impressive cleavage before I turned on the gas.

At first, I wasn’t sure it was going to work. The helium was blowing into her body, but her breasts weren’t growing. But all of a sudden, I could hear the sound of stretching rubber. I realized it was coming from her head, though: her face was ballooning out some more. I remembered she had told me this was likely to happen just a bit before the breast expansion began.

She had been right: The sound was like that of balloons filling with air, only a thousand times more thrilling and musical. Andrea still had the hose in her mouth, but was putting on a thrilling show for me: She was dancing around sexily a bit, always revealing her cleavage by bending forward.

Now the inflation of her breasts became constantly visible. Her boobs were actually swelling up, stretching her bra. I couldn’t hold myself back any longer and began to strip myself of my clothes. Andrea seemed excited and indeed, quickly pulled off her thong. She sat down on my lap and pressed my face right into her ballooning breasts. They smelled like balloons, but at the same time had the freshness of her enamoring skin. I could feel her breasts inflating in my face as I slid into her

Her breasts were starting to get incredibly huge and I just couldn’t get enough: finally, her bra snapped from the largeness of her boobs. She really looked like she had two gigantic balloons attached to her body.

All of a sudden, I realized we were both beginning to rise up into the air. Her breasts were filled with helium so much that she was being pulled upward. I feared I might fall right off her, but then I realized that I was actually stuck between her breasts! I barely managed to look up at her face. What I saw frightened me. Her eyes, her entire face was trying to tell me to finally turn off the helium. But there was no way I could do this: We were floating up to the ceiling and I was trapped between her enormous breasts… and they were still inflating!

Suddenly, I remembered that I could simply take the hose from her mouth. She was unable to do so, as her arms had become affected by the inflation as well: They were sticking out from her body in a ninety degree angle and she was unable to move them. But I somehow managed to grab the hose and pull it from her mouth without hurting her.

She looked at me and seemed to be angry, worried and turned on at the same time. I thought I was going to keep inflating until I burst, she said. Now what are we going to do? I found it hard to speak, since I was still trapped between her ballooned breasts. But how do you like my balloons now, she asked with a grin. I managed to mumble that she was just too sexy. Come back inside me, she demanded. I had slipped out in the process of her beginning to lift into the air. Needless to say, I did as she had ordered.

Wait, I have to tell you something, came a voice filled with passion, but also with sadness. Andrea had a tear in her eye, but looked more beautiful than ever with her cute, inflated face: those ballooned cheeks, the rubber lips, the happy, green eyes, the dark red hair. I must tell you one more thing: I won’t live for very much longer; my head has constantly been filling with air for the past years and soon… her voice faded off. I want to feel the greatest pleasure of all once before I must go. With every time you press into me, I will fill up even more and I want to feel overblown with desire until I reach a climatic pop.

I was not able to fully realize what she had just told me. We embraced for a few seconds before she told me to get going. At first, I was hesitant, but then her voice encouraged me to proceed in fulfilling her last wish. Her breasts swelled up even more, expanding like weather-balloons. Andrea laughed in ecstasy, throwing her beautiful hair back. We were still floating in the air and I looked at my beautiful balloon-girl, realizing I would never ever be part of something so wonderful again. Make me huge, she cried out, and I could already see through her breasts. I’m the biggest balloon in the world, she screamed out, I AM THE BIGGEST BALLOON IN THE WORLD!! She was beautiful and completely filled with air and helium, extremely over-inflated, my balloon-girl Andrea. And then she burst.

I fell to the ground, I didn’t feel the pain until several minutes later. There were shreds of rubber everywhere, her beautiful dark red hair lay scattered in the room, that was all that was left. I collected it all together neatly after a few minutes, lay down in bed and cried for the rest of the night.