Butt Inflation

The Joker laughs madly as he strides across the floor of the large, up scale, restaurant and points the gun in his hand and fires.  The inflated sphere with a woman's head atop it begins inflating big once the green blast of light hits her and she looks around worried as the hissing fills her ears.  He laughs again, "Let's  start this party with a bang!!"  He fires two more quick shots at her, the hissing grows louder, and a loud rubber groaning fills the room. "This should be good.  Right, Har?"

Harley smiles, "Sure, Mr. J."

    "Look what I swiped from work, Jordan!" Abe cheered. He held up a spray bottle.
    "Oh, nice, glass cleaner," I replied. "Are you a kleptomaniac now?"
    I was lying in bed, wearing nothing but briefs, and reading a book. My lightly muscle toned hairy body was on top of the covers. Abe, my handsome Latino boyfriend, was in a wife beater and boxers, his thin, wiry body next to mine.
    "It's the stuff!" he exclaimed.
    "Sanitizer?" I asked, putting my book aside.

    Three pairs of arms held me as I kissed three bare chests. My men.
    "You are perfect," I said to all of them at once, and then laid next to Elvis on the beach.
    We were vacationing in Monterey, California, and were relaxing on the very cool Asilomar beach. It was me, Freddy Newman, with my three boyfriends, Rob Jones, Elvis Aps, and Justin Fawcett. We were called "The Balloon Animals" back in St. Louis. It'd started out as a little kink and ballooned from there.