Moderate

The man and the woman laced their fingers together, staring deeply into each others eyes as they sat on the park bench.

"I love you," the man cooed.

She blushed. "I love you more," the woman cooed back.

"No, I do."

"No, -I- do."

A giant fist slammed down onto the bench next to them, pounding the broken mess of wood into a small crater.  Screaming, the couple tumbled off their seats, falling over themselves before clambering to their feet and sprinting away.


*****

A gentle ringing broke the silent air as the alarm clock activated, signalling the start of a new day. Emily turned over onto her other side and hit the off button, her hand flopping onto it like a dead fish.

It was 8:00 in the morning, and it was Emily's 18th birthday. Although she was feeling the excitement that generally comes with having a special day of the year all to yourself, she wasn't feeling it as strongly as normal.

Michael’s first experience with inflation and balloon fetish was with his first girlfriend. They were both 16 years old, and Suzie was Michael’s first love. 

Natalie was flustered, pacing back and forth in her room while experiencing a whole range of emotions. Less than 24 hours ago, she had been inflated by her two best friends and now she found herself wanting to give Natasha a taste of her own medicine. Before going to the lake, Natalie had been inflated into a human balloon by Alex. And when she asked Natasha to help her deflate, Natalie learned a side-effect of Natasha's touch based inflation magic; intense arousal.