(Something new by Morphy & Anima. *warning* This tale dwells on
inflatables, yet includes UB, and conventional vore. ;K)
"Oh! Sir! How about that one?"
"No...he doesn't want to be bothered."
"Well, what about that woman over there!?"
"Mmmm, maybe...no. She's happily married. There could be problems."
"Man, we're never going to get rid of these..." The man with the higher
voice, Mr. James Free, sighed, looking up at a bunch of balloons bobbing
over his head. He held the strings in his fist, leaning his elbows on the
counter of the little booth. Beside him stood Mr. Scott, the one who'd
been turning down people as they walked by. Scott was a big man, who wore
a trenchcoat everywhere, in all weather. His hair was silver, as were his
eyes. The younger man had never seen what the frame under that coat looked
like, but he'd seen Scott easily heft crates weighing upwards of two hundred
pounds. James had decided awhile ago *never* to argue with his boss. Just
as Mr. Free was about to take a seat, Scott grabbed ahold of one of the
strings the smaller man was holding. James searched the milling crowd for
the person who'd been chosen, but could only see a couple walking by. Young
yes, but they obviously liked each other. It couldn't be for one of them,
"Sir! Yes, you. We're giving away balloons, would you like one?" A
dark-haired youth paused with his girlfriend, peering into the rather shadowy
midway booth. A collection of huge balloons bobbed softly in the slight
breeze, of varying colors. They were all man-sized, and crowded the two
men inside the booth.
"Well, sure... You want one too Misty?" Smiling cutely,
the girl shook her head. Mr. Scott handed the young man the string
and tipped his wide-brimmed hat.
"Take good care of her..."
"What was THAT all about?" Misty murmured, throwing a look over her
shoulder. Terry shrugged, and smiled up at the balloon.
"Who cares, I got a balloon!" Misty rolled her eyes.
"Just like a little kid. What's it supposed to be anyway? Looks weird."
Terry frowned a little in thought, hauling the balloon down to eye level.
It was red, translucent, and in the shape of--
"A vixen. Yep..." Misty made a face, and batted the balloon. It swayed
gently at the blow, then rocked back. Its muzzle bumped Terry's lips in
a 'kiss' before it steadied again.
"Is not! Vixens look like little dogs! That thing looks more like a
woman! Its even got breasts." Now it was Terry's turn to make a face.
"I told you about this before, it's an *anthropormorphic* vix-" Misty
seemed about to say something cutting something caught her eye. She squealed
and pointed at a new booth.
"Elephant ears! Get me one Terry, please?" Not willing to hand the
balloon to someone who obviously didn't appreciate it, Terry tied the string
around his wrist. Then he dug in his pockets for change. Women and their
Terry and Misty walked around the fair for another hour, before deciding
to turn back for home. The red balloon vixen still bobbed along behind
Terry, glowing like a foxie beacon everytime a bright light lit it from
behind. Terry took a doubletake as they passed the booth where the balloon
had come from on their way out. The small wooden construction was deserted,
and in fact, looked long-unused...
"That's weird." He mumbled, thinking hard as the lights and sounds
of the midway faded behind him. Soon his shoes crunched through the gravel
of the parking lot. Misty seemed anxious to get home, and was waiting for
him in the car when he arrived.
"Slowpoke!" She teased, grabbing the rubber vixen and shoving her into
the back seat. Terry leaned back and threw his jacket over his balloon
to keep it from floating up and obscuring his view of the road. It squeaked
as he covered it, in what Terry thought sounded like a plantive tone. He
dismissed the thought as too strange, and started the car. Misty didn't
live far from the fairgrounds, and soon she was slipping out of the car
and mincing up the driveway in her heels.
"See ya Terry, thanks for the fun night!" She called over her shoulder.
The young man nodded, waved, and backed out into the street. Ten minutes
later of uneventful driving, Terry pulled into his driveway. A glance into
the empty garage told Terry his folks weren't home yet, as he and his inflated
companion entered the house. Terry didn't bother turning on any lights
until he reached his room. Releasing the string, the vixen floated up to
gently bump the ceiling. Sighing softly, he emptied his pockets onto his
dresser, pausing to look at the picture of Misty in his wallet... As he
undressed for bed, Terry had the distinct feeling someone was watching
him... The feeling persisted as he slid beneath his sheets and tried to
sleep. Directly above, the balloon vixen grinned down at him mutely.
The next day was as much Hell and the night before had been Heaven.
One of his professors made an example out of his paper, on how NOT to do
assignments for his class. Did he *have* to tell everyone who'd written
it?! Misty seemed distant when he sat with her at lunch, and later, ignored
him completely in Economics class. Terry's worst fears were confirmed that
night when he called Misty.
"What's up Mist? You've treated me like dirt all day!" He could imagine
Misty flinch as the hurt in his voice clearly carried to her.
"I, I don't know how to break this to you. You're a nice guy Terry,
but I think you're strange. I don't want to be associated with a weird
guy. Please understand when I say that, that I can't see you anymore."
Obviously, Misty got the message Terry *didn't* understand when he slammed
the phone into its cradle. He flopped back on his bed, stretched out, and
fumed. Why? They'd been going out for two months! Why would she cut it
short *now*? Terry's gaze drifted to the foxie reclining on his ceiling.
"Was it you? Did Misty finally give up on me when she saw you?" Terry'd
always had a thing for balloons, latex, rubber; the feel of those materials
sliding across his skin always gave him such pleasure...and he loved squeezing
the things against him... Misty couldn't be expected to understand. If
he'd mentioned how often his fantasies had involved oiling her body and
dressing her up in black latex...*shiver* Outside, dusk was soaking the
world in shadow, and bars of black crept down the plain walls of the bedroom.
Of course, the vixen made no reply to his question, but to bob a little.
That was odd, if Terry had taken the time to think about it. No windows
were open, the balloon had no reason to be moving at all. But the troubled
young man was far too perplexed to concern himself with that. Gradually,
Terry's ire cooled enough to let him sleep. Lonely and cold in the empty
house, he curled into himself and hoped to God he wouldn't dream.
Terry's heart nearly stopped during the night. Some long-dormant warning
instinct roused him at 3:00 am, forcing Terry to swim up through the blanket
of sleep wrapped around his brain. Staring at him from less than two inches
away were a pair of red, glowing eyes! There was a slight weight covering
his body, from head to toe, something he noticed only after his scream
of fright gave out. It was only the vixen-balloon... Its helium must've
denatured during the night and let it drift down to lie on top of him.
By some freak chance, the balloon's hand/paw was pressed against the front
of his boxers, a rubbery fingertip penetrating his fly. Terry grinned and
shook his head, trying to rise off the bed.
"Going so soon? I thought you would've liked company..." The foxie
balloon winked at him deliberately, licking her smooth lips with a heretofore-unseen
tongue. Terry blanched, frightened eyes gazing up at this, this balloony
*thing* on top of him. This *beautiful* balloony thing...
"Uh, well, guess not..." Terry said lamely, as the balloon actually
*breathed* on him warmly. "Who are you?" She grinned and bumped her nose
against his with a squeak.
"Whoever you want me to be... I hope you'll give me a name later."
She smiled again, the glow in her eyes dancing in what could only be interpreted
as happiness. Terry smiled back up at her weakly. The vixen nuzzled the
man's cheek. "You're probably wondering why I'm doing this, right? You
need something only I can give you right now..." The balloon drifted up
off him somehow, and settled lightly to Terry's left. His eyes were drawn
to her absurdly impressive bosom and something he could've sworn she hadn't
had last night... Between the vixen's red squeaky thighs lay an opening,
a slit glistening with some sort of fluid. It was as if she had undergone
puberty during the night! Terry squeaked, trying to slip off the bed. He
wasn't ready for this! The balloon-fox caught his arm and tugged, with
the result of resuming her position on top of him. With her other chubby
hand, she tugged off the man's boxers. Terry could've easily thrown her
off...in theory. In practice, he was helpless! What surprised him more
than that was the fact that he was enjoying being dominated! The balloon
spoke again, her sexy voice calming him somewhat.
"No no, you're not getting away that easy! Relax, you'll enjoy it more.
You NEED this..." She murrred, wriggling her smooth hips against him. Her
balloony-skin was cool, but warmed after a second or two of contact with
Terry's bare skin. He moaned softly, and reflexively wrapped his arms around
the demanding vixen. She felt sooooo good gliding against him... Suddenly,
Terry felt his erect member thumping her belly, then sliding down towards
that slit with another wet squeak. She giggled, then ooooohed as Terry's
penis nudged against the petals of her sex. Her stiff, rubbery labia refused
to part enough to admit him, leaving both suddenly frustrated.
"Please lover, let me in..." Terry whined, his own hips thrusting lightly
against hers. Given *that* request, she didn't hesitate, but reached down
and tucked her fingers into her mound. Prying with her fingertips, the
inflatable femme spread herself w i d e open. The fluid Terry had noticed
before doubled its flow, dribbling onto the aching flesh of his member.
Almost painfully aroused, Terry grabbed the vixen's plump, smooth ass and
thrust it down towards him! Her body *squeaked* once more as in a single
movement, her loins were filled totally with a nice warm cock. She growled
in satisfaction, leaned down and rubbed her huge breasts against Terry's
chest. They flattened out warmly against him, stiff little nipples growing
larger in response to the friction. Terry's glazed eyes blurrily registered
the moon outside his window, its image filtering *through* his lover's
body. The silver disk acquired a red hue, as it shone through the balloon's
cherry-hued skin. Terry's cool green eyes drifted towards each other as
an ecstatic smile stretched his mouth. Sounds of pleasure mixed with giggles
as the foxie snuggled herself tightly against her new lover.
"Like this, huh? This is your first too, isn't it? Well, let me do
all the work then." Terry nodded numbly, still smiling and panting heavily.
His new-found mate jerked her hips up, releasing a good five inches of
slick Terry, then quickly impaled herself again. The sound of wet rubber
on wet rubber and flesh, and increasingly more frequent squeaks filled
the room, the coupled beings' thrusting building them both towards climax.
The balloon's own body seemed to swell as her excitement grew, her breasts
and thighs growing against the human and visibly thinning, as the material
stretched. Perhaps it was merely the result of Terry squeezing the balloon
sex-toy against him... Terry buried his face between the breasts now beating
against his chest, making his mate cry out in pleasure!
"Good! GOOD! Yessss, I knew you'd make a FINE partner..." She growled,
raising her tail high in the air behind her. The tail was balloon-material
as well, but cunningly crafted to look like a cartoon vixen's fluffy tail.
It would've frizzed wildly at this point if it'd been capable as the vixen
began to cum... Hir tight, squeaky vagina clamped down on Terry, milking
him for everything he had, while she shivered and twitched. Her eyes were
squeezed tightly shut, and her mouth gaped to let her whimpers of ecstasy
escape. Terry tried to still his lover's trembling with his own none-too-steady
embrace, but soon yielded to his climax as well. A little twinge in his
balls raised the floodgates, and Terry cried out as a long-unused path
in his member flared and gushed with semen. Fascinated, he watched as his
cream exited his body, splattering the inside of the vixen. Incredibly,
the spooge defied gravity and flowed further up inside her. The coating
became thinner and thinner as the seed was evenly distributed everywhere
on the balloon's inner surface, quickly becoming invisible. Shuddering,
Terry collapsed back into the sheets. For a few minutes, the new lovers
just stroked each other...Terry hardly believing this wasn't a dream.
"MMMmmmm, lovely...especially for your first time. I hope it was special
for you..." What a thing to say! "Feeling better?" The rubber fox murrrred,
holding Terry's hands against her breasts. He nodded dreamily, and tried
kissing the vixen. She responded eagerly, tongue slipping past his lips.
Her tongue had a...*different* taste, kind of rubbery and plastic at the
same time, and satiny smooth. The vibrations of her sexy murrrr buzzed
pleasantly in Terry's skull. His breath rushed into her as he gasped from
his exertion. The moist air helped bloat the vixen even further, and when
their lips parted, she wore a smile to match Terry's.
"I'm feeling better too now, you know... I *crave* your seed, your
spooge, Terry. I *need* it... My body can convert it into almost anything
I need. It'll be my breakfast, lunch, and dinner... Snacks too if I'm so
inclined!" She grinned seductively, running her fat paws down her sides.
Terry watched appreciatively, then pulled her down close to him again.
"Hope I can keep up... Do you need anything else?" He whispered, hands
sliding here and there on her smooth, voluptuous body. She nodded slowly,
planting another kiss on Terry's cheek. It was wonderfully different, kisses
from a muzzle instead of a flat human face. Surely that muzzle was narrow
enough to get into some very interesting places...
"Well, first of all I'd like a name..." She pouted a little, placing
her arms on either side of her human's neck. Terry hmmed, eyes sliding
half-shut as he considered. What name would do this, this *vision* credit?
"How about Talia? I was just reading a book by Lackey, and--" Talia
interrupted him with an ecstatic kiss. Guess she likes that!
When the blood had stopped pounding in his ears, Terry heard his lover
"I need your physical love, but eventually, I want... Well, there's
plenty of time for that later. For now just remember, I may be a balloon,
but I have feelings too!" She bared her teeth at him, then gnawed ferally
on Terry's fingers. If those teeth in her maw hadn't been soft, the young
man would've needed stitches! As it was, the teeth just tickled. Terry
sighed softly, rubbing his hands up and down Talia's smooth back. A static
charge slowly built, spending itself in a big, fat spark as she leaned
down for another kiss. Terry yelped! as the foxie broke down giggling.
"Y, your hair!" She shook her head, clutching herself as giggles claimed
her again. Raising a hand to touch his hair, Terry found it standing straight
"Oh!? Well, take this!" Terry grinned, easily plucking Talia off his
hips and shoving her against the wall. He rubbed her briskly against the
wall, then let go. She 'stood' there, pouting, suspended like a fly in
"Well! That's no way to treat a lady..." Terry just shook his head,
trying to smooth his hair as he laughed. To show there were no hard feelings,
(Well, not until Terry had been given a minute or two to recover,) Terry
took the living-balloon in his arms again. After another lingering, inflating
kiss, Terry gazed affectionately into Talia's shining eyes.
"I have no idea how I ended up with you, but I'm glad you're here now...
YOU'RE not likely to leave me 'cuz I'm weird." Talia nodded, squeakily
rubbing her cheek against Terry's.
"Nope, so long as you take good care of me, I'm not going anywhere.
Speaking of care, I could use some more love..." Love Terry was only too
happy to provide.
Morning brought some problems to light, even as the sun banished the
shadows from last night. Terry awoke, delighted to see Talia snoring softly
beside him. It hadn't been just a glorious dream...though his lover was
rather unreal! She lay suspended a few inches above the bed itself, her
tail balancing her expertly. He roused her with a peck on the cheek.
"Good morning lover. Sleep well?" He murmured, rolling over on top
of her. Clasping her with his thighs, Terry again reveled in the feel of
her skin on his. The temperature of the rubber again quickly jumped to
match that of his skin.
"Sleeping next to you, who wouldn't?" She answered readily, smiling
up at him. Terry chuckled, blushing a tad, and began kneading Talia's body.
His hands dented her pliable skin inward, sinking in about two or three
inches, then bouncing back again. She mmmmmmed, wriggling a little under
"That's nice! Yeah...do that *everywhere!*" Terry complied happily,
exploring the lovely body of his vixen. He squashed her breasts inward
until they they turned concave, smiling as Talia's nipples instantly sprang
to attention. Teasingly, he left them and squeezed her smooth sides. Not
wanting to neglect her back, Terry flipped Talia over and kneaded her shiny
back too. She moaned softly when his hands found her buttocks, cupping
the plump cheeks and warming them. Terry boldly probed between those cheeks
with a finger, and surprised himself by locating a sphincter there. An
"That's one of my vents love...I take in air and...other substances
through it." Talia giggled, and thrust herself back on the finger, briefly
impaling that tight little ring on it. Terry yelped, yanking the finger
"Maybe we'll do that later..." He mumbled, and flipped Talia back over.
"Don't sit too heavily, I might pop." She added, as he re-straddled
her and leaned down for another kiss. Terry went white, and scrambled off
of his vixen.
"Y, you can pop?! You'd die..." Talia nodded, turning on her side to
face him. Boy those teats of her's were
"I wouldn't be happy, but you could always throw the scraps together
again, and they'd reconstitute. Don't tell me how I know that, there are
a few unpleasant memories along those lines... But after a bit of sustenance,
you won't have to worry about that. If you could find me some latex, rubber,
anything like that, it would be a nice addition to my diet." Talia looked
around the room, and pointed out a rain coat in Terry's closet. "That would
keep me fed for a week!" Terry giggled, then slid off the bed. He stepped
over to his desk, pulled out a drawer and returned to the bed with it.
Inside were packages of balloons, latex condoms, several pairs of latex
gloves, and assorted other items. She grinned knowingly, plucking one of
the gloves from the pile.
"I've always liked the feel of that against me...you're like a dream
come true Talia." Talia looked up at the human and cocked her head, her
"Really? I've never been a dream-fulfilled before...I've never really
been anything before! But that feels good!" Talia fed the glove into her
mouth, then gulped it down. Her smooth neck bulged for a moment with the
passage of the balled up glove. Terry watched as it tumbled down with a
rustle into the cavity of her body. It was soon followed by four condoms,
another pair of gloves, and a package of jumbo-balloons. Terry surveyed
the mass resting in the balloon's belly skeptically.
"Now what?" He asked, turning his attention back to Talia's face. She
licked his lips and giggled.
"Just watch." She lay down, the white sheets making a perfect backdrop
to watch her innards at work. The jumble of rubbery items in her abdomen
appeared as a darker mass within. Slowly, that mass grew darker still,
and spread across the inside of Talia's back. It looked like the stuff
was melting! And indeed, it had turned to a liquid. The vixen sat up, and
let the stuff ooze down into her legs. Terry studied the liquified material
then turned curious eyes back to Talia's.
"Now, that stuff will become a permanent part of me. It'll make my
skin tougher and more flexible, and some of it will go towards my lovely
feminine lubricant... Have you noticed anything about your cock after last
night?" Talia thrust her pudgy paw into Terry's shorts, drawing out his
member. It stiffened immediately as her soft, rubber pads rubbed against
the warm flesh. Terry flinched, then relaxed. It was going to take some
getting used to, living with a horny vixen!
"Uhh, no. I don't usually look at it that closely..." Talia giggled,
and rolled the penis between her paws. Then, gently, she tugged at it.
Terry's eyes bulged as he saw his member *stretch* a couple of inches!
She saw his expression and dropped his cock. To the man's relief, it returned
to normal once released.
"Everywhere my liquids touch you, you'll grow more elastic. Might be
advantageous to have an elastic tongue, no?" Talia winked at him, reaching
down and spreading herself. Beads of moisture glinted on her full, pouting
pussy-lips. Hypnotized, Terry nodded dumbly...then shook himself.
"Though they aren't home much, I don't think my parents should see
your, um, lovely assets. Do you have any problem with wearing clothes?"
Talia nodded firmly.
"Yep, I do. Mostly because there's no need. Watch!" She concentrated,
and her surface began to ripple. Slowly, the uniform red of her skin turned
opaque in places. Green appeared, spreading across her chest and hips.
A minute later, Talia was clad in what looked like a tank top and shorts.
And when she looked back up at him, Terry startled to see her eyes were
now green as well. Like his. "I thought you might like these..." She murrred,
batting imaginary eyelashes at him. Eagerly, Terry scooped his vixen into
"You're so gorgeous... You drive me wild, you know." Talia grinned,
nuzzling her mate's cheek.
"Awww, you're making me blush..." And she was! Talia's cheeks flushed
a darker crimson for a moment. When Terry loosened his embrace, she slipped
away and off the bed. To his surprise, she managed to stand on her own
feet. Talia noticed his surprise, and explained.
"I've gained some weight, and by shifting it about, I can stand and
move around. I'm kinda learning this as I go along, my life so far hasn't
given me any opportunity to really *live*." Sliding off the bed to join
her in the middle of his room, Terry stepped into her.
"Tell me about your life. How were you made? Why are you different
than, well, other balloons?" Talia grinned and tossed her head.
"Ah, well, it isn't a very interesting story. That guy who gave me
to you? His name is Scott. He's not a scientist or inventor, he's a magician.
But he didn't make me, he just works for another magician who did. I won't
tell you the big cheese's name, 'cuz he's kind of famous and doesn't like
word of his side-business spread around. Anyways, he made me and others
like me to entertain himself and make others happy. Like you! Scott's just
a middleman, there to match a balloon to someone who needs one."
"Well, I really needed you...would any of those balloons have been
the right one? like you?" Talia growled, and shook her head.
"No, *I'm* the one who was chosen! So obviously the others wouldn't
have been compatible with you for one reason or another." Terry winced,
and quickly tried to make amends.
"Sorry love, I didn't mean to sound-" Talia sighed in impatience and
cut off Terry's words with a fat finger against his lips.
"Shush, I know. It's you and me, and no one else. Now, lemme have some
breakfast!" As quickly as they'd appeared, Talia's clothes vanished. They
never even made it to the bed...
Mr. Scott sat back in his armchair, glaring at his assistant. His silver
eyes sparked with anger.
"Why?! Why is it every time I give you a task to do, you bungle it!
I don't know why I put up with you..." James cringed under the verbal assault,
and wrung his hands.
"But I'm sorry sir! I'm doing my best to find them..." Tired and worried,
Scott wiped a hand down over his face.
"Tell me again how it happened, so I can phrase a report for the boss."
James nodded miserably, and cleared his throat.
"Well, I herded the undistributed balloons into the closet like you
told me to, and shut the door. Maybe I forgot to lock it...but somehow,
they got out. You never told me, why does that closet look so funny on
the inside? It's like a shower stall almost." Scott glared at James. The
assistant suddenly forgot he'd asked a question. "Anyways, the door was
open when I came down this morning. The basement door was still locked
though...but the window was open. That's all I know, no one on the grounds
saw anything, and neither did any of the neighbors I called." Mr. Scott
shook his head, long silver hair flying back and forth.
"You should be hanged for this, you know. Fired at the least. But you've
shown before this that you're good with the balloons, so I'm keeping you
around." James sighed with relief.
"But, you'll be docked a week's pay for this. And until further notice,
you're assigned to find those vixens!" Walking backwards out of the room
and exclaiming his gratefulness, James made as if to do just that. But
as soon as he was out of sight, James let out a groan and slumped against
"I gotta get out of this job...maybe I should go into jewelry like
Terry spent the rest of Sunday with Talia, 'feeding' her and teaching
the vixen whatever she wished to know. Steadily, the supply of rubber and
latex items in Terry's drawer dwindled. By nightfall, only a lone condom
slid around in the bottom of the drawer. Talia grinned sheepishly, tucking
the little package away for a midnight snack later.
"I won't always eat this much, I'm just building myself up. With all
I've eaten today, and all the wonderful love you've made to me, I rather
doubt you *could* pop me now. But...it would be nice to have some stuff
around to eat, especially when you can't be around." Talia hugged her new
mate gently, her soft bosom pancaking against his firm chest. He smiled,
touching his nose to Talia's. Every moment he spent with her, she became
more and more wonderful in his eyes...
"No problem, I'll just go to the store tomorrow. There's a balloon
shop about twenty minutes away; I buy most of my stuff from them. The owner's
a nice guy." Talia grinned, lolling her smooth tongue out.
"Great! Can you take me? I wanta pick out some of my own snacks."
"I don't see why not. Just be sure to wear more than you are at the
moment..." Terry chuckled, circling one of Talia's cute nipples with a
fingertip. He smiled gently when he noticed the little nub turn a blushing
shade of pink. Talia moaned and shivered, clutching herself to Terry.
"O, okay... I think it's time for my dinner..." She floated up onto
the bed, and reclined in a supine position. Her beautiful emerald eyes
projected a definite 'come-hither' look... Terry needed no other encouragement!
A bell jingled on the door as Terry shoved it open with his hip, supporting
Talia with his arms. The vixen's eyes widened as she took in the vast array
of balloons in the store. Silvery mylar, opaque rubber, and similarly composed
spheres and oblongs bobbed everywhere, and in all different shapes and
sizes. A young man in glasses pushed through a shifting 'herd' of balloon
animals to reach the potential customer. His expression brightened when
he recognized Terry.
"Good afternoon Terry, what d'you need today? Mr. Farman got in a bunch
of...oh, I see you've already got one." The clerk was obviously disappointed
he couldn't spring a surprise on the other young man. Terry frowned, glancing
"Actually, I won this at a fair. What're you talking about?" Talia
was holding still and trying to appear balloony. The clerk frowned a little,
"There's a bunch just like that one in the corner over here, only they
don't have clothes." Terry followed through the squeaky jungle to a little
plastic shed stuffed with balloons. They *were* just like Talia! Or, more
correctly, just like Talia *used* to appear, like the night at the fair.
Smiling at the rapt look on Terry's face, the clerk began calculating the
sale in his head.
"Umm, Tim, could you go get Mr. Farman? I need to ask where he got
these." Tim stared a minute at Terry, nodded, and retreated to the rear
of the store. Talia animated and tugged on Terry's sleeve.
"Those are my batch-mates! I'm speaking with them mentally... They
escaped from Mr. Scott! He was going to destroy them! He probably does
that to all the left over balloons..." Talia growled, clenching her puffy
fists in rage. Her crimson color blushed darker in a heartbeat.
"I'll buy them all I suppose..." Terry murmured, and shrugged helplessly.
"Oh you will? That's wonderful!" Mr. Farman's cheerful voice whipped
Terry around. Talia nudged him surreptitiously.
"Mr. Farman, where'd you get these balloon vixens?" He asked, waving
a hand at the bin. The owner's eyebrows raised in surprise.
"It's a strange thing, really! I found them tied to the parking meter
right outside the shop. I figured someone had left to them me as a gift,
and they were so lovely, I decided to put them up for sale. I kept one
for myself too, it's at home." Terry nearly choked with laughter! Wait
until that cheerful little widowered bald man realized what kind of creature
was really on his hands... But there were fourteen vixens that needed a
home. If someone bought one and popped it...and didn't know anything about
them... Terry shuddered.
"Yes, I'll take them all. Do you have some cord I can use to tie them
to my car?" Mr. Farman grinned and nodded. Fifteen minutes later, his wallet
was empty and his fist was full or balloon strings. As soon as the group
was outside with him, the vixens had all begun thanking him and thumping
him on the back with airy limbs. Terry smiled and acknowledged them, but
let Talia handle the rowdy bunch. His car looked like a parade float on
the way home, a bunch of huge balloons tied to his bumper on a six foot
cord! Again, fortutiously, Terry's parents weren't home. He'd felt like
a sheepdog herding the balloons into the house and down the hall to his
room! Once there, an impromptu party ensued. The decorations were simply
the brilliant and varied colors of the balloons, and the refreshments were
pieces of Terry's yellow raincoat! Surrounded by the chatting female foxes,
Terry put his head in his hands and moaned. How did he get himself into
"Terry, don't be like that! You can find them homes. But in the meantime,
won't you play with us?" Talia murred, pushing Terry's hands away from
his face and plopping into his lap. Giggling shyly, the other balloons
circled around him. Terry blinked.
"Play? You don't mean...all of you...with me..." Talia and the rest
nodded, every single rubber-vulpine suddenly affecting a sultry pose. Terry
moaned, and flopped back on the bed. At least he was young... Taking his
flop for surrender, the young man was swarmed with the smooth, squeaky
bodies of the vixen pack. Talia was first of course, sliding Terry's shorts
and shirt off and then impaling herself on his warm cock. Impatient, the
others stroked themselves and cuddled as close as they could to the mating
couple. The poor overwhelmed human was on cloud nine, lost in a sea of
rubbing and stroking balloon-flesh. He reached out, tweaking a nipple here,
squeaking a clit there, giving the crowd tantalizing tastes of what was
to come. Talia pressed so tightly against him, (Either by her own design
of Terry's embrace,) her body sank over his. He found his mouth captured
by Talia's, his breath drawing directly from her inner reservoir of air.
She molded to him, her crimson rubber sides creeping down over his. Instead
of thrusting, she was now making use of her inner muscles. Muscles?! Sheesh,
she was learning fast! Under the onslaught of that slick, rippling canal,
Terry wasn't long in cumming, spilling his sustaining seed into Talia's
grateful body. As soon as Talia tugged herself free, another vixen bobbed
up and straddled the man. Like Talia the first time, this new lover's slit
was very tight. Terry didn't wait for her to stretch herself, but grabbed
her buttocks and shoved his cock deep inside the smooth, warm, rubbery
tightness. The new balloon-fox let out a harsh yelp of mingled shock and
pleasure, then dissolved into happy cries. Talia watched, grinning, and
helped keep one of her 'sisters' stay nice and slick where it counted.
"I hope you can keep up love, these ladies aren't going to take no
for an answer!" She called above the collective moans, grunts, and howls
of pleasure and lust. Terry just croaked out a forced laugh, then cried
out himself as a second orgasm wracked his sweat-sheened body. At least
these new vixens were inexperienced, and easy to please! The most recently
reamed balloon floated gently to the floor with a sated smile, lightly
caressing her heaving breasts and absorbing the milky gift Terry had bestowed
on her... Seeing the look of intense satisfaction on her face, the remaining
femmes were more eager than ever to get theirs... Terry's perception faded
to wet squeaking thrusts, firm breasts in his hands and on his face, and
long breathy kisses. His life became sex, passion, lust, slimy goo and
slick rubber. This vortex of sensation swirled around him, faster and faster,
ultimately dragging him down into a soothing darkness.
Talia woke to find Terry sitting upright for the first time in two days,
looking around muzzily. The fourteen rescued vixen-balloons lounged around,
most resting from their 'ordeal.' Already many had experimented with clothing
and color-changes, and Talia could see that their hide was marginally thicker.
Satisfied that Terry's delicious cum had done its job, she leaned over
and kissed him.
"You did it love! All fifteen of us got a taste of your lovely spooge,
and are sturdier for it. You may, um, want to buy us some scrap rubber
and plastic for awhile before taking all of us on again though..." Terry
groaned, nodding, and wrapped himself around Talia's nubile body. She murrrred
in delighted pleasure, embracing her human back.
"I could almost say I never want to have sex again... Almost." He grinned
weakly, and several in the room chuckled. Suddenly, a rapping sounded on
Terry's door. He straightened in alarm, and waved his hands frantically
at the herd of balloons! In seconds, they were all suitably clothed, and
floating at ceiling level. The door opened to admit Martha, Terry's mom.
"I've been calling you dear! Someone named Mr. Farman's on the phone."
She stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, looking around the room. 'Please
don't look up!' was Terry's prayer as he watched her survey her son's dwelling.
Satisfied all was well, Martha vanished in a swirl of skirts. Terry sighed,
switched the ringer on his phone back on and picked up.
"Uh, Terry? Did you know that those balloons..." Mr. Farman sounded
like he'd been hit by a truck. Terry chuckled, and replied quickly.
"Yeah, I know. I knew when I bought those balloons. And no, I'm *not*
keeping them all. I'll find them good homes...get them gentle mates who
deserve them." Mr. Farman expressed his intense gratitude, but was called
away from the phone.
"Sorry son, Roxy needs me." Terry laughed as he hung up; it didn't
take much brainpower to figure out who Roxy was. Outside, the light was
failing fast. Talia nosed her lover, snuggling close to him.
That primitive alarm-sense woke Terry again that night, to the sight
of fifteen pairs of green glowing eyes staring at him in the dark.
"Sorry Terry, it's time for dinner..." The eyes drew closer. Terry
sighed, and stripped off his boxers.
Everyone noticed Terry's new 'look,' at school and at home. Dark circles
ringed his eyes, he couldn't keep his head up in class, and there was always
a peculiar smell about him. Like rubber. Luckily, no one noticed the balloon
he kept in his pocket, (Talia was so adamant about staying near her mate
that she let out most of her air to make herself portable.) Terry's grades
began to slide... Finally, Talia made a suggestion.
"Terry love, why not take us out tonight? Perhaps a little exercise
will help us burn off, our, um, exuberance." This suggestion was greeted
with yips and yaps of concurrence! Nodding sleepily, Terry looked at the
clock by his bed. 10:00.
"Well, the pool will be deserted by now...and no one bothers to lock
it up anymore. What do you gals say to a pool party?"
Terry had been correct, the pool *was* deserted. Somehow, the band of
balloony vixens had compressed and torqued themselves into the backseat
of Terry's little car. It made for a hilarious scene, like the clown car
at the circus, as fifteen foxies bounded happily from the tiny back seat.
Terry got them all in a column behind him, and made a beeline for the fence
surrounding the pool. The gate swung open at his touch, admitting the curious
"Okay, here're the ground rules. Don't make too much noise. The nearest
neighbors are more than a mile away, but I'm not taking any chances! Also,
put everything back the way you found it when we arrived. Other than that,
have a ball!" Thus Unleashed, Talia and the rest all plunged into the pool.
Terry giggled when he saw the balloons couldn't submerge, but crawled around
on top of the dark, rippling water. The moon peeped out from behind a cloud,
illuminating the crazy scene. It looked like some group of aliens roaming
crystal plains, looking for food... Suddenly, one of the vixens disappeared
beneath the water! Talia cried out and swam over to the spot, then began
"She swallowed some water! Hey everyone, gulp the water! Fill yourselves
up with both holes." Terry grinned as the wet, rubbery foxies replaced
their air with water and sank to the bottom of the pool. He guessed they
must've used those 'anus' sphincters too to speed the filling process...
Unable to resist the fun, Terry stripped bare and dived in after the ladies.
He swam teasingly out of their reach, his kicking legs bare inches from
their outstretched fingers. Outsmarted, the vixens could only walk back
and forth on the bottom underwater, shaking their pudgy fists at him in
mock rage! When his muscles began to ache, Terry quit doing laps and rolled
onto his back. Above, the moon sailed across its own starry pool. Terry
closed his tired eyes. The warm water lapped at him, caressing his skin...lulling
him to sleep...
"No, make sure he can't move. Shhhh! You'll wake him up!" His eyelids
fluttered. What was going on now? He could still feel the water rippling
against him, but it felt different somehow. Finally, (and reluctantly,)
Terry opened his eyes. Ahh, he was out of the pool, and lying on a water-bloated
vixen... It was Talia, in fact. He wasn't sure how he knew it was his mate...she
just 'felt' different to him than the others. Five other H20-filled balloons
stood, sat, and squatted near him. They looked much more solid filled with
water, and were probably about the same weight a real flesh and blood anthro-vix
would be. Their grins and knowing glances unnerved him though...and when
they began to stroke themselves...
"Talia, what's going on? Talia?!" He tried to get up. His mate just
giggled, and wrapped her gently sloshing arms around him. It was just like
being held by a water-balloon...wait, he WAS being held by a water-balloon!
Terry's brain laughed hysterically. The water within Talia was warm too,
nearly matching the human's body temp.
"We're just going to have some fun without wearing out your poor cock!"
She murmured, then nodded to the others. Each of the five vixens took up
a position at each of Terry's limbs and his head. All five sat down, their
legs spread wide. Ten pudgy hands gripped his body, and only then did he
realize what they wanted to do. Shrugging, he made a fist and let one foxie
impale her warm slit on it. She hissssed in shocked pleasure, then moaned
and arched her back as Terry plunged his entire arm up inside her rubbery
body. He saw his limb inside her, shrouded by two layers of green rubber
and a few pounds of water. He'd done this before with water balloons, shoving
his cock into one and bulging the skin of the balloon inwards. It had never
worked well...this was *much* better! Muscles rippled up and down his arm
as the impaled foxy began to hump that deliciously *huge* intrusion! On
his left, the second fox tucked Terry's hand into her own cleft and scooted
forward. Soon two vixen-groins were pressed up around his armpits, while
their owners stroked and pleasured themselves. Now THIS was something Terry
had never dreamed of! His vision was abruptly obscured as a third balloon-fox
sat on his face. Her firm, water-filled thighs pressed cooly against his
face, and her thick, warmer labia spread to invite his tongue. Her delicious,
musky-rubber scent filled his nostrils. Terry smiled, stiffened his tongue,
and drove it as deeply as he could into this new lover's depths. Distantly,
he felt two other warm, tight passages slipping up his long, muscular legs
and engulfing them. Their crotches came to rest snugly against his balls,
bathing them in warm sex-honey. Now only his cock and chest were exposed,
his fully erect member a pink beacon to the unoccupied, (in more than one
sense,) vixens. Terry was unable to protest as a sixth vixen bounced up,
and slid herself down around that delightful penis... His moan vibrated
the crotch of the balloon sitting on his face, making her shudder in further
ecstasy. Being inside a water-filled vixen made a big difference... Terry
filed it away in his head to make love to Talia this way later. In and
around the pool, the balloons not in on the gang-banging experimented with
pleasing each other, though they hoped they'd get their turn with the nice,
warm human! Terry squirmed and moaned under the vixens humping him, cumming
in a small geyser. Distractedly, he imagined the vixen absorbing the cum
through the rubber around his cock, letting it drift like strands of milky
seaweed in her internal reservoir... Again, the world began spinning away
from him as his awareness narrowed to wet thrusts, balloony squeaks, and
cries of orgasm. Before long though, the balloons enveloping his limbs
began to pull off of him. Terry winced, would the others now leap on him?
Beneath him, Terry felt Talia wriggle out from under his body. Now, grinning,
she took *both* his feet.
"Ever wanted to return to the womb, love?" She murred, teasing herself
with Terry's toes, dipping them in her honeyed sex. Terry nodded, chuckling.
"It's a desire most men have... Usually however, only one part of them
makes the trip." Talia giggled, nodding, then inserted one of her lover's
feet. It slid fairly easily up her slick, clinging canal. Terry raised
himself up on his elbows to watch, as the vixen worked his second foot
in against the first. Soon, his ankles were pressed tightly together, and
squeezing even further up inside Talia's translucent body. He could see
himself inside her, a slightly paler patch underneath her red rubber skin.
"MMMmmmm, you have no idea how good it will feel to be filled like
*this!*" She yipped, closing her eyes. Her pudgy paws slid for a moment
on his calves before gripping, and Terry's motion resumed. Fascinated,
the human watched as Talia stretched herself over his legs. The rest of
her body rippled against him like a water bottle...warm and yielding. When
she'd nearly reached his waist, Terry could see his feet had risen to the
level of Talia's breasts inside her. Micheviously, he kicked a little,
his toes distending the perfect mounds of her shiny breasts. Talia *oooohed*
and bent her head down to tongue her nipple wantonly.
"Um, Talia, exactly how far is this going to go?" Terry whispered,
as the balloon's labia slurped up over his navel. Talia just opened her
eyes long enough to wink, then went back to 'feeding the kitty.' Terry
shrugged, and lay back on the ground, arms at his sides. What harm could
there be in it? She wouldn't let him suffocate... Besides, wasn't it kinda
sexy, the thought of being engulfed in your lover's pussy? Terry shuddered
a little, his member suddenly poker-stiff again and rubbing against the
inner-skin of Talia's belly. Little ripples and contractions stroked Terry's
body as he sank deeper, just like a human woman's vagina might react...(If
it could have managed such a feat!) Terry watched that fantastically-stretched
slit advance up his chest inch by slick inch, then bump his chin. Smiling,
he nudged forward and took Talia's clit in his mouth. Like her tongue,
it tasted rubbery, but the little fleshy nub was flavored with the vixen's
sexual essence... He sucked *hard* on that delicious little clit, knowing
his actions were driving Talia absoulutely nuts! She screamed, barked,
growled and yipped! as sensation piled on sensation and rocketed her up
the ladder to orgasm! It came suddenly, a series of contractions so fierce,
Terry couldn't fight them. His head was roughly tugged up and in! Talia
flopped back onto the ground, water-filled body sloshing a bit around Terry.
He wasn't actually immersed in water, she'd made her sex a mere deep indentation
in her skin, (Like your finger if you plunge it into a balloon's surface.
You don't actually go inside the thing, but you can see your finger 'within'
it.) Her paws played idly, happily, across her body. Terry was curled up
in a fetal position, cozied around the general area of Talia's tummy. She
stroked him through her skin, murmuring little words of affection and gratitude.
Inside the amorous balloon, Terry's world had become red, wet, and *very*
small, not to mention warm. He caught himself dozing once or twice, and
realized that the party was over.
"Talia! We have to leave! You'll have to birth me so I can drive us
home!" He shouted, hoping she'd understand him. Talia pretended not to
hear, and just motioned for the other balloons to caress her life-distended
stomach even as she hugged that belly to her joyfully. Giving it up as
a lost cause, Terry let sleep take him over.
As Terry slumbered inside Talia, the balloon-critters all piled into
the car. One of them drove, having paid close attention to how Terry had
operated the car. Luckily, not too many people were on the road that night...
And even if a crash had occured, Terry was safe enough in his watery cushion
of a womb...
Friday went better than the rest of the week had. Terry managed to stay
awake in class, and found the time that night, (between orgies,) to do
a paper. He figured his stamina must have increased... At this rate, his
grades would pick up in no time! And according to the school's public electronic
records, they had!
Over the weekend, Terry had a brainstorm. Sitting down at his computer,
he linked himself into the internet and tapped merrily away. Talia padded
over, and looked over his shoulder. She'd drained herself and replaced
the water with air again, claiming she had gotten tired of being so heavy.
"Whatcha up to love?" She whispered, tickling Terry's ear with her
newly-manufactured whiskers. He smiled and ducked away from the tickly
little filaments. They were a nice touch!
"I don't visit these sites often, but there are some people on the
internet who like balloons, latex, and other inflatables *almost* as much
as I do. A lot of their fantasies include things like you, Talia." The
vixen startled, looking down at her mate.
"I don't believe it! That's just too unlikely..." Terry shook his head,
grinning, and punched up one of his bookmarks. Talia stared as pictures
took shape: A man making love to an inflatable pool toy; a pool toy making
love *back* to the man; a cartoonish depiction of a balloon-fox with a
mammoth cock stroking himself... *That* one had *all* the vixens in the
room crowding to see Terry's monitor!
"Anyways, I was thinking that maybe some of you wonderful vixens would
like to go and make these folks *very* happy..." Terry smiled, indicating
the screen. Fascinated, several of the ladies nodded and unconsciously
let their 'clothes' flicker off.
Permission secured, Terry took pictures of the balloons with a Polaroid,
scanned them into the computer, then posted messages on the more popular
"I'll check again tonight to see if anyone's responded." He said, switching
off the 'puter's power. Talia cocked her head.
"How will you get them to these people Terry?" She asked. The human
considered, then got up and walked over to his closet. After rummaging
around for a minute or two, he surfaced with a manila envelope.
"Can you ladies deflate yourselves, and fit into an envelope like this?
That's the best way to do it, is by mail..." One of the unattached balloons
volunteered to try. Everyone watched, nervously, as she let out all her
air and collapsed into a rubber patch on the floor. Terry took the limp
vixen in his hands, then slid it into the envelope. She fit easily. Quickly,
Terry took her back out, located her mouth, and breathed into her. After
the first few breaths, the balloon began to move. Warm moist air flowed
into her from Terry's young lungs, bulging her voluptuous body back into
its alluring proportions... As soon as the experimental vixen was restored
to her proper size, Terry broke the kiss. She stared at the human, her
mouth hanging open.
"Ohhhhh, YES!" She murrrred, shuddering as she came on the spot. Slick
fluid rolled down her squeaky thighs. Amazed, the vixen stroked herself
and smiled. "I feel so warm...and personable..." She grinned ferally at
Terry, and pounced him. As the foxy lady began ripping off his clothes,
Terry wondered in the back of his mind if being inflated with a particular
human's breath formed a bond between balloon and person... If that was
the case, he may never get rid of this vixen! Well, *maybe* he could handle
two... A wave of pleasure washed away his train of thought and brought
a gasp to his lips as the enthusiastic inflatable squashed Terry's member
up inside her slick passage. Yes...he would handle two...
The response to Terry's bulletin board message was staggering. Over
three-hundred individuals from all over the world, (But mostly in North
America,) wrote in begging piteously for one of the vixens! Terry and the
the fifteen balloons sorted the mail, and picked those out who sounded
best. Aside from Talia, the balloon-vix that Terry had inflated, and one
more who was too shy to go, all the balloons opted to be packaged and mailed.
That made twelve balloons to deflate, fold up, and stuff into envelopes
along with instructions Terry printed up for their care. Surely that 'breath-bond'
would help ease the bonding between vixen and owner... Then off they went
into the mail, soon speeding on their way to their new mates. Before leaving,
they'd all promised to email Terry back about their new lives.
A week later...
"Boy am I glad THAT'S over!" Talia grinned at Terry's outburst, joining
him as he crashed onto his bed.
"All of them are very happy with their new mates! We can keep in contact,
as long as we have email." Terry nodded, glad to hear it.
"I should be thrilled, but I'm so tired..." He moaned. Talia nodded
sympathetically, and rolled Terry over. Her plump paws squeezed and rubbed
the cords of muscle in the man's back, releasing knots of tension and fatigue.
Terry fairly melted under the massage, letting out little grunts and cries
of relief as Talia worked her magic.
"OOOOhhhhhhhhhh...I owe you big for this, my mate." He managed at last,
through clenched teeth. His body seemed to thrumm with joy, and every one
of his systems seemed revived. Talia giggled, stopping her massage to lie
full-length on top of her human lover. She wasn't feather-weight any longer,
her constant meals had given her enough weight to be a comfortable weight
"Wellll, there *was* something. There are actually three things I need
from you, not two like I mentioned earlier. Your physical love, yes. But
your true love as well! I know I have that now, you treat me so wonderfully...you're
always so concerned about me and my feelings...I couldn't ask for someone
more wonderful than you! But there's a third thing. I want your body."
Terry blinked, confused.
"But you already have that, in my physical love!" He protested. Talia
shook her head, trailing her chubby fingertips across the back of Terry's
"No, your *whole* body...inside me. Not in my womb, like earlier, I'm
gonna eat you." Terry gasped, and turned over to stare at the fox.
"You can't be serious! You'd trade my undying love and affection for
a *MEAL?!*" Talia grinned, nodding, and licked her lips. The other two
vixens, whom Terry had named Kechara and Ashke, politely left the room.
Terry's parents were taking a little vacation on the coast... Typical.
Talia leaned down closer to her lover.
"I can have my cake and eat it too, so don't worry." She giggled, then
grabbed Terry's head.
"NO! Let me go Talia! Now! You can't *mmmmmm! mmmmph hmmm eeemmmmmm!*"
His words were cut off as his mouth slid past the vixen's thick, rubbery
lips! Her mouth stretched easily around his skull, limber tongue teasing
and sliding over Terry's face. His pleas and cries buzzed inside Talia's
body, muffled to the point of inaudibility. His arms waved about, then
fastened on the smooth vixen's shoulders. Terry tried to push himself backwards,
out of the gripping suction of Talia's mouth, but couldn't seem to get
any leverage! Talia's neck rippled as she swallowed, pulling Terry deeper
into the red-lit cavern of her body. His shoulders squeezed inside her
seconds later, then his arms became trapped by her lips. Below, Terry realized
his love had shaped a digestive system inside her! He was in a tight, rubbery
tunnel right now that appeared to empty into a chamber further down. Her,
*gulp*, stomach! He called to mind what had happened to all those thing
she'd swallowed: condoms, gloves, pieces of raincoat, garbage bags, tupperware
dishes, even a shower curtain! They'd all melted into goop and become part
of the balloon-vixen. The rippling around his slim body continued dragging
him further down the vixen's throat. Was he destined to become one with
his lover like this?! As soon as his hands were absorbed, Terry beat at
the tube of rubber surrounding him. He screamed and shouted, hoping the
other two would come and rescue him...but realized they were probably in
on it too. Would they eat his parents? Had he doomed those internet-people
to deaths in the bellies of balloon-vixens? Was this an invasion?! Talia
tilted her head straight back, her lips sliding slowly past Terry's waist.
A tight little sphincter of rubber admitted Terry's head into Talia's tummy,
a slightly warmer pocket for his body to curl up into. Talia's hands massaged
and rubbed her belly, feeling more and more of Terry underneath her skin
with every swallow. Soon, only his feet protruded from her mouth, and she
took the time to lick the human's toes thoroughly. In spite of himself,
Terry shrieked and laughed, kicking and wriggling in the tight confines
of Talia's latexy body. No matter what the situation, Terry would never
be immune to tickling! She mmmmmed and grinned, mouthing her lover's feet
before they vanished down inside her. Terry curled up into a ball, and
wasn't too surprised to see Talia banish the esophagus he'd come in through.
Awareness of his situation settled in again when Talia made herself opaque,
blocking out his view of the outside world.
Talia stroked the massive bloated dome of her gut, murrRRRRing to herself
in smug satisfaction.
"Kechara, Ashke, you can come back in now. He's stowed." Talia giggled,
patting her tummy. "Anyways love, you'll be fine. Trust me." She lay back
on the bed, resting both pudgy hands on her belly. Ashke, always the shy
one, stepped in and stood at the edge of the bed.
"C, can I touch him?" She whispered, blue eyes wide in her purple-rubber
face. Talia nodded, grinning. Ashke reached out tenatively, and stroked
the curve of Talia's stomach. She jumped as she felt Terry wiggle inside
his rubbery prison. Kechara settled down on the bed beside Talia, curling
against her friend's side.
"Didn't think you'd manage it so quickly luv." She laughed, her full
tail flicking slightly back and forth across the sheets. Talia smiled dreamily,
relaxing. Though she stilled her own body's movements, Talia continued
to rock back and forth with Terry's futile struggles. They felt good...like
a massage from the inside...
"I just couldn't wait! I wanted him in me so bad... Do you know how
hard it's been to wait *this* long?! Ever since I fed him up my sex, I've
wanted to feel that again... That feeling of being so full you want to
burst!" Talia turned her head in surprise as a moan escaped Ashke. The
shy vixen had been holding her pudgy muzzle shut to avoid just that, as
she came explosively! Kechara looked too, blinking. Ashke blushed a darker
purple, scooting forward to cover the wet spot on the bed with her smooth
"So, sorry... I just couldn't help myself when you started talking
like that..." She whispered, looking intently at the plaid comforter on
the bed. Talia and Kechara glanced at each other meaningfully, then shrugged.
Suddenly, Talia's belly growled out a warning. The stretched vixen mmmmed,
smiling with delight.
"Snuggle closer girls, he's *really* going to start struggling in a
Terry could only make out isolated words from the conversation outside,
and the strokes he received through Talia's skin did little to reassure
him. With a sigh, he shifted and tried to stretch out a little. Only then
did Terry realize the stomach's lining had grown slimy...and in fact, a
pool of liquid had begun collecting against his back! He yelped and tried
lifting himself out of the stuff, but there was nowhere to go! The level
of warm goo rose quickly, caressing his body with lapping waves. It smelled
strongly of rubber, like a balloon factory or something. It was thick too,
his limbs moved sluggishly through it when they could move at all... Terry
felt it close over his chest. Would this be the end? Dying in the guts
of his lover? The goop crept up his neck. What would his parents do? Would
they even care? Terry felt the heating liquid-rubber lap at his cheeks.
Sheer animal panic gripped him as suffocation threatened...
All three vixens heard Terry's last terrified shout before the liquid
engulfed his face. Though Talia's body was pretty much opaque, they could
all see the mass of something darker within her. Talia mmmmmed, closed
her eyes, and massaged her sides.
"He's melting now...here, I'll save his essence." Talia manipulated
the mass inside her that was quickly becoming more *her* than Terry, and
*twisted*. Like twisting off the neck of a balloon, the human's consciousness
was preserved in a bubble of sorts and tugged away from the dissolving
mess of his body. Flesh, bone, blood, everything, was quickly converted
to a latex soup. It sloshed and gurgled inside the vixen, a lot of fun
to touch and rub through her tautly-bulging skin. Then the goo began warming
her from head to toe as Talia dissolved the stomach-pocket she'd formed
earlier. With her mind, she touched the bubble of Terry that remained.
He was just fine, in a 'sleeping' state. Gingerly, Talia sat up and cradled
her still-bulging belly where much of the goo still remained. Terry had
been a big meal! She pursed her sensuous lips, and to the delight of the
two others, blew a bubble of the stuff swirling inside her. It took on
a shape...a human shape, and turned a pale cream in color. When her breath
had inflated it to the size of a foot or so, Talia reached up and pinched
its connecting material closed. Working the new balloon's malleable surface,
she molded that 'umbilical' into a simple nozzle. Giggling, the three vixens
took turns blowing their own air into the Terry-balloon. Half an hour later,
four human-sized balloons lay stretched out on the bed. The three ladies
watched closely as Terry woke up. He blinked, yawned, and slowly sat up.
Turning to Talia, he smiled.
"I had the wildest dream! You...um, why are you smiling Talia? Ashke,
why are you blushing...? Kechara! Don't look at me like that!" Terry frowned,
then happened to catch a glimpse of himself. He could see through his skin!
And there was nothing inside but...air! He sighed and quickly lay back
"When am I going to learn? The doctor always told me too much sex can
make you a shell of a man..." Terry sighed long and loud, his body shrinking
several inches as a result.
"Yes Terry, we seem to have rubbered off on you." Kechara murred, grinning
like a loon. Terry rolled his eyes, (somehow,) and snuggled up with the
others. Man, the squeaking would NEVER stop now!
Dressed as an assassin, James Free was quivering with anticipation.
After weeks of tracking, he'd finally found where those vixens must've
ended up. He now stood beneath the window of the young man's bedroom he'd
learned about, holding a smooth flashlight-shaped device in his gloved
hand. Standing on tiptoe, James peered through the window... Inside, he
observed some large balloons resting on the bed. Two...no, three of them!
The others must be in there as well. A little nervous but still determined,
James quietly shoved up the window and threw himself up over the sill.
He landed with a loud *THUD* on the bedroom floor, but quickly rose again.
The thing in his hand shot purple fire, strands of magical energy that
twined around the first balloon that sat up. They wrapped around its body,
firmly imprisoning it. While those arcane bonds were still working, James
fired at the next balloon, and then the next. Seconds later, all three
were trussed up and magically gagged. But...there were no others in the
room! And one of those on the bed...it was a *human* balloon! He'd never
heard of any transforming power the vixens might've had, but then there
*was* a lot he didn't know about them. He chuckled quietly, and began putting
away the device when a quiet gasp erupted behind him. The black-clad man
spun around to see another vixen, who had already crossed half the room
before noticing his presence. Moving like a cat, he cut her off from the
door and brandished the device at her.
"You'll tell me where your friends are immediately. I haven't time
to look myself." James tried to sound as menacing as he could, and it must've
worked, for this timid-seeming vixen trembled!
"P, please, sir, don't hurt me! I don't really know where the others
are, Terry mailed them to people..." Her voice came out as hardly more
than a whisper, her soft throat constricted by the grip of fear. James
sucked in an angry breath, and stalked closer to the balloon. He backed
her up against the wall. Mr. Scott would have his hide if even one of those
balloons remained at large.
"Did he now? He must have the addresses on the computer. I'll just
get you out of the way, then hunt the rest down. Soon, you'll all be back
with good 'ol Scott!" James grinned, his perfect teeth flashing in the
moonlight, and extended his 'wand' again. Ashke, her eyes so wide they
threatened to expand right off her face, ducked. The bolt of violet force
struck the wall and disappated harmlessly. James cursed and adjusted his
aim, even as Ashke launched herself off the wall. Why was *this* one giving
him so much trouble?! Ashke's plump arm batted the wand up before it discharged,
the purple ray catching the man square in the chin. Sparkling filaments
of magic wrapped him up like a Christmas turkey! Bound by his own weapon,
James could only stare in mute rage at the vixen hovering uncertainly over
him. The others remained silent and paralyzed. Ashke glanced at them, back
at James. A feral light suddenly ignited in her eyes.
"We'll never go back to Mr. Scott! I know exactly what to do with you,
you, you evil man!" She growled, throwing herself on his body. James squirmed
in mingled disgust and fear as the vixen stripped him naked, then kissed
him. Ashke pressed her soft lips to the humans', placing a hand on the
back of his head and pressing him towards herself. James shrieked around
the blob of magic clogging his mouth as Ashke's rubbery lips stretched
around his head. Struggling uselessly against the glowing ropes, James
slowly became a meal for Ashke. If anything, Ashke had even less trouble
enveloping the nice warm human than Talia had had with Terry...
When the other balloons finally felt their bonds dissolve, they looked
around the room dazedly. What had happened? Where was the intruder!? Then
they saw Ashke. Her stomach was bloated with a dark mass within, a mass
that was twitching and moaning loudly. Ashke rested on her back with a
lewd smile on her face, playing with herself. When she noticed the others
looking at her, she whipped her hands away from her naughty-parts and stammered.
"I, I managed to knock his thingie into his face and, um, ate him.
I didn't know how long those magic-ropes would hold him, s, so I thought
he'd be safer..." She trailed off, flushing darkly. Terry padded lightly
to Ashke's side, and curled himself around her huge wriggly belly.
"Well, you did better than the rest of us! For being shy, you certainly
turned aggressive enough when the need arose..." Ashke blushed, then giggled
as her stomach gurgled. "Well, go ahead and digest him. We'll see how much
*he* likes being a balloon! Maybe we'll deflate him and send him back to
his boss, hmm?" Terry grinned, and kissed Ashke firmly. The shy vixen melted
under her protector and love, ecstatic to have his approval. All she'd
done was fulfill her desire to feel what Talia had felt... The four all
cuddled together and made love, their moans and groans masking James' screams
as he dissolved into a blob of gooey latex. The squishy, sloshing rubber-sheathed
mass engulfed Terry's torso as he pressed close, rippling gently around
him. Laughing a little, Ashke kissed the others, forcing some of the goo
to her lips and by pursing her lips and squirting, distributed it among
them. When all had a nice share in their tummies, she began to blow a bubble.
Terry stopped her.
"That can wait. Let him live life as goo awhile longer. It's isn't
as if he changed much, slime to goo... Anyway, he deserves it!" Kechara
nodded violently, then tackled Terry.
Insatiable, that's what they were! Sheesh, vixens and their sex drives...
[Well, um, yeah. :K) Let me know, if any of you liked this. If no one
steps forward and tells me I've failed miserably and should have my pen/keyboard
snapped, I may write a sequel. Take that as a threat if you like. ;K) Write
to Yaounde3@hotmail.com, or
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Thanks for reading!