Clean

A cheap motel, sitting where the cornfields meet the suburbs, is nearly vacant on this damp evening. Two cars sit in the dark lot, water beading on them. The rain has stopped now but its remnants fill the trenches and drains, soak the ground and splash under the tires of cars that whir past. One car slows and turns into the parking lot; emptying a pot hole with a splash. It comes to a stop beside one of the other cars; its lights go off and engine silences. After a few moments the door clicks and opens. A man steps out wearing a suit, loosely covered by a long overcoat.

As the evening winded down went into the kitchen to pour me a nice cold drink of water. I noticed the frig. was half way open and water was leaking from it. I knew it could be no one else but Cindi. Cindi had a habit of leaving the refrigerator half way open, but never felt she was wrong. The last time she done this, I was out of town, and when I came back the milk had spoiled. She didn’t think it was a big deal and offered to buy me some more. She may have brought me another gallon of milk, but the point of the matter was she was careless.

It had been just over a week since Elliot had been taken from the balloon store to his new home and he could hardly believe how quickly he had taken to his new existence.  He felt like he should have found the whole experience a bit more degrading-being a human balloon was hardly empowering.  But he loved the feeling of being an empty, immobile sphere of air, with his rubbery skin stretched nearly as far as it could go.  He loved belonging to Dianna, as playful and gentle an owner as a balloon could ask for.

A Blonde had a blimp in her view.

His bulk, to her, appeared ideal for each of her breast.

She, not even as large, in her cleavage, as two tomatoes.

Envious, stretched, swelled, strained, in her zeal that her boobs match the blimp in overall size.

Saying, "Sister, lend me your eyes. Is this enough?" As big as she could, she puffed herself, making her chest, like a balloon, expand and inflate. "Am I not yet there, in every feature?" said the Blonde as, due to her chest massive inflation, she made her corset explode .

"Nope."