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Burgeoning Desires
(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, could
it?
"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 elephant
ears...sheesh!
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
continuing.
"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 up.
"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 a
web.
"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.
Chapter 2
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 her
lover.
"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 anus!?
"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 back.
"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
distracting...
"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
smile
softening.
"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
his arms.
"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...
Chapter 3
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 the
wall.
"I gotta get out of this
job...maybe I should go into jewelry like Mom
said..."
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 at Talia.
"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,
and
beckoned.
"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 this!
"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.
Chapter 4
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.
"Goodnight Terry..."
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.
Chapter 5
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 group.
"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
laughing.
"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...
Chapter 6
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
bulleting boards.
"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
atop Terry.
"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
neck.
"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 bottom.
"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
minute."
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...
"TALIA! NOOOOOOOoo-*burble*"
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
down.
"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!
Chapter 7
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...
THE END
[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 page #mail on FurryMUCK as Anima or on
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Thanks for reading!
Love,
Anima]
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