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        Jake couldn't stop his hands from shaking, as he gingerly opened the 
glossy 
Fed-Ex package and peeked inside. Tilting the pouch up to let some 
light in, 
he caught a glimpse of some orange material. Yes! It was finally here! 
After 
two weeks of nail-biting suspense... Just then, his supervisor crowded 
into 
the cubicle.
        "Jake! How's it going? What's that you've got there?" The obnoxious 
man 
boomed, slapping Jake on the back and reaching for the package. Jake 
tossed 
it nonchalantly but quickly into a drawer of his desk, and bumped it 
closed 
with his foot.
        "Oh, just a new mousepad. I'll have to clean if off before I use it. 
Need 
something?" The supe nodded, and grew uncharacteristically solemn. He 
leaned 
against Jake's desk, crossing his arms in front of his well-clothed 
chest. 
What a creep.
        "Jake, I've gotten word that you've been using your internet access 
for...non-business related activities, to put it mildly. Now, don't get 
me 
wrong! I like you. You do a great job whipping these mainframes into 
shape, 
but I'm afraid that doesn't exempt you from the company policies." He 
shrugged helplessly. "Do it on your own time. I hope we won't have to 
mention this again." Jake shook his head, staring at the floor. 
Smiling, the 
supe slapped his underling again and strolled away. Sigh.
        "Rachel would never understand if she caught me looking at those 
sites..." 
He murmured to himself, again pulling out the Fed-Ex pouch. He wouldn't 
take 
it out here, it would have to wait until he got home. How would he hide 
this 
from Rachel? Keep it in the closet? He'd think of something. Stowing 
the 
package again, Jake cracked his knuckles and went back to working out a 
drive networking problem.

        "Honey? You home?" Jake's voice echoed through his modest home. When 
no 
wife was forthcoming, Jake strode quickly through the living room and 
into 
the bathroom. There, he set the pouch on the toilet lid and stripped 
off his 
oxford shirt, Docker slacks and socks. Clad now only in silk boxers, 
the 
young man gently tugged out the package's contents. It unfolded 
partially, 
the warm latex sticking to itself. It was a balloon, and a large one, 
but 
oddly shaped. If Jake hadn't been aware of the nature of this 
particular 
balloon, he would never have guessed it was an inflatable anthro-vixen. 
He'd 
sent away for it two weeks before, responding to a message on a 
latex-fetish 
site's bulletin board. It had been free...and though the claims of the 
toy's 
abilities was obviously ridiculous, it might be fun for awhile! After a 
bit 
of fumbling, Jake found what looked like a hole or vent, and began 
blowing. 
His warm minty breath flowed into the balloon, causing it to unfold the 
rest 
of the way and begin to fill out. First the torso took shape. An 
eye-popping 
bust, slim waist, and deliciously wide hips became discernable. He 
found to 
his slight chagrin that he was inflating the vixen via her 'anus.' 
Jake's 
boxers tented as the smooth mounds of the balloon's buttocks filled out 
and 
pressed against his cheeks. *Puff* *Puff* *Wheeze*   Jake paused to 
rest a 
moment, and survey his progress. Already the vixen looked a quarter 
inflated! He must've been more eager for this than even he'd thought. 
As 
soon as he felt able, he returned to his task. Over the course of ten 
minutes or so, Jake brought his latex beauty to life through his 
breath. She 
filled out, her arms, shapely legs and head all swelling out into 
place. 
Even a long tail, cunningly crafted to look fluffy, soon bobbed against 
Jake's forehead. He still felt a little awkward, blowing into a, a vent 
like 
this, but it seemed to be the right way. As soon as the balloon was 
satisfactorily inflated, Jake set it on 'her' fat paw-pads. It wouldn't 
stand on its own, and fell gently against him. He took the inflatable 
love-toy into his arms, rubbing his cheek against her's.
        "I've been waiting to meet you." He whispered, smiling at himself . 
Talking 
to the toy, Jake? You've got problems.
        "So have I, handsome." The balloon replied, trailing a rubbery 
fingertip up 
Jake's spine. The man blushed and was about to tell her not to inflate 
his 
ego like that, when it struck him. She...spoke? Did her lips move? He 
pulled 
back and examined his balloon carefully. She looked back, a soft 
seductive 
smile curving her lips.
        "I hope you're not going to pass out now, sir. With all your warm 
breath 
inside me...I'm craving more of you..maybe something more 
substantial..." 
She paused coyly, and when Jake made no move, she dropped her demure 
posturing. "Please, take me! Shove your cock up inside, make me yours 
forever!" She cried, squeezing her eyes shut and thrusting her squeaky 
breasts against Jake's muscled chest. Jake staggered backwards despite 
the 
fact that the vixen's weight could be measured in feathers.
        "Y, you're alive! Just like the message claimed..." He stammered, eyes 
wide! This wasn't a *bad* thing by any stretch, but it did make things 
more 
difficult. What would Rachel say?!
        "Of course I am! You didn't believe our friend? We're alive and wanted 
good 
homes! Now I'm in one. Please, don't keep me waiting any longer love. 
I'll, 
I'll just POP if I can't have you!" The vixen tucked her legs up 
beneath 
her, drifted with a soft bump to the rug, and took a sitting position 
with 
her legs spread. Jake knelt, dazed, before her, eyes fixed on the tight 
rubber slit gracing the balloon's crotch. It glistened wetly...and were 
those lips swelling? With a growl of lust that surprised himself, Jake 
thrust his face against the balloon's vulva and drove his tongue 
between her 
clinging, rubbery labia. They admitted him reluctantly, as the foxie 
creamed 
all over Jake's face. Tweaking her fat nipples, she smiled in bliss as 
Jake 
pleasured her. His warm tongue felt *so* wonderful darting in and out 
of 
her... This was the best time she'd had since that night at the pool, 
weeks 
ago! Jake quit his tongue-loving after a moment, drew back, then fell 
forward atop the balloon. Arms on either side of the vixen's shoulders, 
he 
brought his own hips up, and shoved the tip of his member up against 
the 
yielding lips of his lover's cunnie.
        "Oh, YEESSSSsss! Take me, lover! Fill me, stretch my body tight around 
you..." She cried, pinned beneath Jake's warm, solid weight. Jake 
looked 
uncertain for just a moment... Reaching down quickly, the vixen balloon 
spread herself, revealing her wet and shiny insides. Jake couldn't 
resist 
that glimpse of paradise, and plunged his cock deep inside the 
balloon's 
tight canal with a single motion. In only three thrusts, (During which 
the 
balloon howled in ecstasy and scrabbled at the tile floor,) Jake 
spilled his 
load into her belly. Fascinated, the man watched his cream dribble down 
the 
inside of the balloon and pool in the concave cups of her buttocks. 
Smiling, 
the balloon encircled him with her soft arms and kissed him full on the 
lips.
        "Name me, lover? I wouldn't mind being called 'toy' or slave, but you 
might 
not like that..." Jake nodded, swallowed, and considered while his cock 
shrank inside the vixen's rubbery embrace. Given this experience, his 
member 
wouldn't be down for long!
        "How about Fiona? I've always loved that name..." He mused aloud, then 
looked back down at the vixen.
        "That's wonderful, love. Jake. I just remembered the name on your 
email two 
weeks ago. Thank you so much for taking me as your balloon-lover!" 
Fiona 
slurped Jake playfully, her pliant tongue running over the man's face. 
Jake 
chuckled and squeezed her, forcing a delighted squeak from the vixen.
        "Thank YOU, Fiona. You've made me a very happy man. In fact, when I 
st--" 
He paused. Somewhere in the house, a door slammed. A look of alarm 
crossed 
Jake's face. "Rachel?!" He croaked, and stared down at the vixen. "I'll 
have 
to hide you!" Fiona looked puzzled, the expression almost cartoonish on 
her 
orange rubber face.
        "Hide me? From your wife? Why? I can be just as much fun for a 
female!" 
Jake nodded, not really listening, and scrambled to his feet. Tugging 
Fiona 
behind him, he crossed to the linen closet, and stuffed the balloon 
inside. 
Fiona looked unhappy, but remained quiet when the door clicked shut and 
left 
her in darkness. Things couldn't go on like this forever... One way or 
another, Rachel would come to grips with Fiona's presence.  One way or 
another...

        "Hi sweetie!" Rachel called, knocking on the bathroom door. The shower 
was 
running, so she raised her voice to be heard over the spray.
        "Welcome home, kitten! I'll be out in a minute." He called back, and 
with a 
squeak of faucets, the water stopped. Rachel considered pouncing him 
there 
in the bathroom...then decided against it. That could wait until later 
tonight. Humming cheerfully to herself, the tall raven-haired woman 
padded 
about the house in her stocking feet, putting the house in order. She 
was 
just starting dinner when Jake embraced her from behind, bending his 
head to 
nibble her ear.
        "Hi stranger. Better get to work on me fast, or my husband'll catch 
us." 
She murmured, reaching behind her to goose her assailant. Jake laughed, 
and 
stepped back.
        "How was work, hon?" Rachel heard Jake taking down dishes from the 
cupboard 
and setting the table.
        "Okay. We took on a couple more aides today; that should make handling 
the 
extra cases easier." Jake mmhmmed, playing with flatware. Why was he so 
talkative? Jake usually waited until after dinner to discuss each 
other's 
days. Something was making him nervous.
        "Did something happen at work today?" Rachel sighed as she heard a 
plate 
slide to the floor. Carpeting was such a boon...
        "Nope, nothing special." He answered after a pause. Rachel stirred the 
pasta on the stove, then turned to look at her significant other. His 
hair 
was still wet from the shower, and bore comb-tracks. The shorts and 
T-shirt 
he'd slipped into were damp from contact with his skin. Jake looked up 
from 
the table and flashed her a grin. Rachel smiled back, taking a mental 
snapshot of the man. Blue eyes, blond hair, he looked more like a 
surfer 
than a computer tech. A solid physique testified to regular visits to 
the 
local Powerhouse Gym. An errant thought reminded her that she would be 
'exercising' with Jake later. She brushed the exciting thought away for 
the 
moment. Rachel shrugged, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and 
turned 
her thoughts back to pasta. If something was wrong, Jake would tell her 
about it. Soon the two were seated at the table, spearing the last bits 
of 
pasta on their plates. Jake leaned back in his seat with a contented 
sigh, 
and sipped his glass of wine.
        "So." Rachel said, taking a similar position in her chair. Jake raised 
an 
eyebrow at her.
        "What?" Jake was wearing his best 'puzzled' look. Rachel sighed 
mentally 
again. He isn't going to talk about it...
        "Think I'll take a shower." She said after an uncomfortable pause. 
Jake's 
eyes suddenly got very big.
        "Um, let me go first and clean up. I think I left my towel on the 
floor." 
He sprang up, and practically sprinted for the bathroom. Rachel watched 
him 
go with narrowed eyes. What was going on?!

        "Jake, what's going on?" Fiona pleaded, as Jake tugged her out of the 
closet. He looked down at her as he swiveled the balloon horizontal and 
tucked her under his arm.
        "Nothing, nothing. I just can't let my wife see you. She wouldn't 
understand. She doesn't know about my...affection for balloons and 
latex." 
Fiona pouted.
        "Just leave me alone with her for an hour or so! I promise, you'll 
have no 
problems from then on! Oh, did you read my instructions, lover?" Jake 
paused 
in the middle of the bedroom, and shook his head. "They were in the 
envelope." Jake oohed, and began moving again. He opened his closet 
door.
        "Just stay in here, okay? I promise I'll try and see what Rachel 
thinks 
about latex-fetishes. I'll read the instructions too, don't fret. Stay 
quiet!" Fiona frowned at her lover as the sliding mirrored door came 
between 
them. Jake retrieved the Fed-Ex package from the toilet seat, and read.

        [Hi! This is just a list of reminders and pointers I put together to 
help 
you enjoy your balloon vixen lover to the utmost.

1.  Remember that this balloon is a living, sometimes-breathing, 
thinking 
and feeling creature. Treat her as such!

2. As far as food goes, your vixen is quite picky. Anything latex or 
rubbery 
will do as far as food, though I suspect that the bulk of her 
nourishment 
will come from your own semen, or vaginal lurbrication if you happen to 
be 
female. They feed on this stuff, using it to thicken their skins and, 
'customize' themselves. Don't be alarmed if she changes her appearance 
drastically over the course of your relationship, she's just making her 
'template' body fit her personality.

3. Popping. I know this might worry you, so pay attention. Yes, your 
vixen 
*can* pop, especially when you first receive her. Her skin is thin, and 
any 
extreme pressure may cause her to explode. Don't panic if this happens! 
She's all right! It will take a little while to 'pull herself 
together,' 
that's all. Keep all the pieces in one place, all touching if possible. 
When 
the balloon looks to be one piece again, re-inflate her. You'll find 
her 
none the worse for wear. She may even like being popped, you'll just 
have to 
find out...

4. I won't spoil the other surprises you may receive from associating 
with 
the exotic and gorgeous vixen-balloons. Just remember, they can do 
things 
you've never even dreamed of! If you have further questions, either ask 
your 
balloon or email me. Good luck! ]

        Jake shook his head, placing the single sheet of paper in the 
envelope, and 
taking the thing with him out of the bathroom. He'd have to buy Fiona 
some 
balloons, or condoms or something to eat. Rachel bumped into him as he 
left 
the bedroom.
        "Oh! Rachel, I have to run to the store for a while. I'll be back 
soon, so 
just relax. Need anything while I'm out?" Rachel shook her head, 
sending her 
mane rippling glossily.
        "Nope, just get back soon." She kissed him on the cheek, then shed her 
clothes on the way to the bathroom. He watched her go, a fond smile 
crossing 
his lips... Jake shook himself, and ran out to the car. Where was the 
nearest balloon shop?
 

Chapter 2
 

        Rachel stepped into the hot spray of the shower, mmmming softly as the 
jets 
of water immediately began soothing her tensed muscles. She stood in 
the 
cascade for a moment, just letting it saturate her long hair and 
smooth, 
golden-tanned skin. Her slim fingers closed around the bar of soap in 
its 
dish, and Rachel absently noted she'd soon have to buy a new bar. She 
lathered up, rubbing the bar against a sponge then running the sponge 
over 
her curves. The scratchy surface of the thing stimulated her nipples, 
making 
them crinkle and harden. Smiling in pleasure, Rachel cupped one of her 
generous breasts in a soapy hand.
        "Oh yes, Jake's going to get it tonight. And perhaps if I exhaust him 
enough, he'll tell me what's going on..." Rachel giggled, scolding 
herself. 
Manipulative woman! She quickly finished the shower, and stepped onto 
the 
soft bathroom rug to towel herself dry. Wrapping the towel around her 
head 
to contain her wet hair, she stepped lightly into the bedroom. What 
would 
excite Jake the most in the way of clothes? Rachel's husband was one of 
those men who could be turned on more by an erotic piece of clothing 
than by 
simply lounging nude on the bed.
        "Maybe a pair of his boxers? And a night shirt." She nodded. He'd 
always 
told her how sexy she looked, wearing his stuff like that. Chuckling to 
herself, Rachel pulled open the closet door...

        Fiona grinned when the closet door slid open. But instead of Jake, a 
woman 
stood there! Naked but for a towel on her head, she was quite 
wonderfully 
built... Fiona licked her lips and grinned anew at this person...who 
must be 
Jake's wife. Rachel, wasn't it? Rachel stood with her mouth open, green 
eyes 
wide and a little angry.
        "So, this is what he's been hiding!" Rachel muttered, and reaching 
into the 
closet, pulled the balloon out. Fiona happily embraced her, arms and 
front 
sticking to the human's moist skin.
        "I'm not enough for him? He has to resort to love-dolls to get his 
rocks 
off!" She was working herself up now, eyes flashing. Rachel tried to 
peel 
the balloon off her.
        "It's not really that, Rachel. Your husband just likes rubber things." 
Fiona whispered in Rachel's ear. The woman stiffened, and looked 
around.
        "Who said that?" Fiona grimaced, and *bonked* Rachel on the cheek with 
her 
muzzle.
        "I did, silly. I'm Fiona, the balloon-vixen! Nice to meet you." Fiona 
watched, hardly able to contain her laughter, as Rachel slowly turned 
her 
eyes on the balloon.
        "You. You're alive? But, but you're a balloon!" Rachel almost 
shrieked, 
thorougly confused and not a little scared. Fiona hugged her tight, 
squeaking quietly. Feeling the human quiver, Fiona hastened to reassure 
her.
        "Now now, don't get bent out of shape. I'm perfectly harmless! When I 
want 
to be." Fiona giggled again, and bent her head to savagely clamp her 
teeth 
onto Rachel's excited nipple. Of course, having rubber teeth, the 
'savage 
bite' felt like someone gently squeezing the human's nipple with rubber 
tweezers or something. Rachel gasped anyway, a flush of pleasure 
reddening 
her entire body. When she didn't pull away, Fiona slipped her fat 
handpaw up 
between Rachel's legs and cupped her fuzzy mound.
        "W, what are you doing?" She quavered, half-heartedly pushing at the 
bold 
vixen's hand. Fiona murrrrred throatily, mouthing the breast-flesh 
before 
her. It was all too obvious what she was doing, so the balloon didn't 
bother 
to answer. Rachel's legs turned to jelly, and she stumbled backwards 
until 
she met the bed. The backs of her knees crashed into the mattress, and 
both 
females toppled onto the bed. Rachel wanted to fight off the beautiful 
balloon creature, knew she *had* to fight! But...she was soooo horny, 
thinking about Jake and what they'd do tonight...and it was much easier 
to 
let the vixen continue her wonderful love-making...
        "No..." She cried weakly, moving as if to push Fiona away. Instead, 
the 
balloon tugged herself closer and locked her soft resilient lips 
against the 
human's. Rachel squirmed, then gave in, accepting the long slim tongue 
the 
foxie slid into her mouth. It tasted like rubber, yes, but possessed an 
elusive quality of vibrance, life...and sensuality. Just as Rachel felt 
her 
inhibitions crumbling, her mind rebelled again, reminding her how, 
*wrong* 
this was! Making love to another female, even if the term could only be 
applied loosely? She'd *never* been attracted to other girls! She was 
happy 
with Jake! What could another female offer her anyway, in the way of 
physical love? Rachel pushed again half-heartedly at the translucent 
body 
pressed against hers.The vixen let herself drift free, but turned 
herself 
around like an astronaut floating in zero-g, and buried her squeaky 
flexible 
muzzle in Rachel's crotch. The human thrashed and cried out, her 
slippery 
labia spreading reluctantly around the balloon's muzzle. Then something 
slipped inside her! At the same time, something dripped on her face. 
Rachel 
stopped crying out and turned her gaze up for a moment... Fiona's hips 
wriggled sensuously inches above the woman's nose, a rubbery pussy 
playfully 
drizzling sweet nectar down on her. Rachel found herself tasting the 
stuff...and finding it delectable... She grabbed Fiona's hips, pulled 
them 
snug against her face, and tongue-yiffed the vixen with great 
enthusiasm! 
Fiona paused to chuckle breathlessly before plunging her tongue back 
inside 
her new lover's honeyed warmth.

        Jake sighed, stuck in traffic. He bumped up the volume on the radio, 
then 
turned to smile at the carton of latex items he'd purchased. Most were 
balloons, some in the backseat were inflated already with helium. He's 
lashed them down to the seat with strings so the bobbing orbs wouldn't 
obscure his vision. Besides those were several bags of 4' foot party 
balloons, water grenade balloons just for fun, condoms he found on sale 
at 
Meijer's, and a pair of rubber boots he'd found in the trunk that 
barely fit 
anymore. He had one more stop to make however: the adult book store. 
They 
sold dildos, and Jake bought a half-dozen with a straight face. These 
too 
went into the box. Jake pulled out of the small parking lot and headed 
for 
home.
        "These should keep Fiona going for awhile. I wonder what she's up to?"

        Rachel screamed! the sound muffled between the balloon's fat 
inflatable 
thighs. A new gush of liquids spilled into her mouth, timed exactly 
with a 
similar gush from Rachel into the vixen's greedy jaws. Gently as any 
woman 
could wish, Fiona licked the last traces of pleasure from Rachel's 
furry 
mound, then reversed herself again to lie full-length atop the human. 
Rachel 
was smiling now, her black hair now unbound and damp with sweat. The 
sweetly 
sated woman wrapped her arms around the balloon and squeezed!
        "I don't know how you got here, but I'm glad you did, balloon!" The 
latex 
creature grinned, lolling her tongue. Rachel could smell herself on the 
balloon's breath: clean and sweet.
        "My name's Fiona. I'm *very* glad to meet you... I have a suggestion 
as to 
what to do next...if you aren't too tired." Fiona murmured, her voice 
sultry 
and coaxing. The vixen stroked her lover's smooth cheek with her fat 
fingers, showing some of the affectionate tenderness Rachel loved so 
much in 
Jake. Rachel nodded quickly, rubbing her cheek against the vixen's with 
an 
almost animalistic urgency and passion.
        "Oh yes! Y, you feel so wonderful anywhere you touch me!" Fiona 
blushed, 
the orange of her skin darkening across her cheeks.
        "How about I touch you everywhere then?" Rachel looked curiously up at 
the 
foxie. Fiona smiled, rolled off Rachel and floated to the bed sheets. 
She 
turned until her rump rested against Rachel's hip, spread her legs, 
then 
reached down to grip her fat see-through sex-lips. "Come inside me, 
Rachel. 
Wear me like a suit! You'll have me, my skin, tightly stretched over 
every 
square inch of yours! Please, I want this so bad..." Rachel watched, 
fascinated and aroused, as Fiona tugged her slit open. The vixen's 
opening 
stretched incredibly, from only a matter of inches to more than a foot. 
"It 
stretches further..." Fiona promised, and panting, rubbed her spread 
sex 
against Rachel's body. The woman hesitated, then turned to kneel in 
between 
Fiona's spread legs.
        "What do I do?" She whispered, almost drooling as she watched Fiona's 
pussy 
tremble and spasm gently. New juices were already spilling forth from 
the 
latex depths, rolling down the see-through tunnel's smooth surface.
        "Lie on your back, and push your head into me. Then stand, and pull me 
down 
over you like a too-tight shirt." Rachel dissolved into helpless 
giggles at 
the image *that* presented, but obeyed immediately. She reached 
backwards, 
gripped Fiona's thighs and pushed her head up against that slick cleft. 
Stretched as it was, Fiona's vagina glided over the woman's silky hair 
and 
swallowed Rachel's head quite easily. Rachel laughed, the sound echoing 
inside the vixen, as she looked out at the room from inside her lover. 
Fiona 
however was moaning and rubbing her little rubber clit, incredibly 
turned on 
by being this stretched out! And how, too! Fiona barely kept herself 
from 
orgasm as she fully grasped the idea that she was about to totally 
enclose a 
lover within her body... Rachel slid off the bed, reached up to catch 
Fiona's plump hips, and slid the vixen down her neck. The shoulders 
were 
tougher; Rachel had to bend her arms at the elbows and tug Fiona down 
by her 
netherlips. By wriggling and squirming, she managed to work her slender 
shoulders into the slit. It did feel like wiggling into a tight piece 
of 
clothing, or maybe a body-condom. That thought made her laugh hard 
enough to 
fall back onto the bed, a bit past armpit-deep inside Fiona. The foxie 
took 
it from there, using rippling balloon 'muscles' to slowly tug Rachel up 
inside her. A loud slithering SLURP noise accompanied the human's trip 
as 
she was slowly devoured alive by a living balloon's cunnie... It struck 
them 
both at once as Rachel sank up to her hips.
        "Jake's going to be jealous." The girls said in unison, then burst out 
laughing again. Rachel suddenly found her head sliding into place 
inside the 
vixen's head. Rachel pushed her arms up into Fiona's arms, then 
squirmed her 
fingers into their latex sheaths. It was a little awkward, as Fiona 
only had 
four fingers... Rachel worked two fingers into Fiona's middle one, and 
that 
seemed to work out fine. Her moist skin clung to the inside of the 
vixen's 
hide, squeaking up a storm too. Damp breasts plopped into place too, 
nipples 
firmly grasped by Fiona's hollow ones. MMmmm, now *that* made Rachel 
moan! 
Now for the legs. Rachel pulled her shapely legs up inside Fiona, 
bulging 
the balloon's belly dangerously and making Fiona sigh with bliss. Then 
those 
two slid into their sheaths. Rachel murmured her pleasure as her 
genitals 
settled into the mold of Fiona's. Rachel/Fiona stood up, walked to the 
mirror and admired themselves.
        "We could be made for each other!" Rachel whispered in awe, running a 
handpaw over her breasts and trim tummy. Fiona made Rachel's head nod. 
She 
didn't tell Rachel that her breasts were larger than the human's, and 
that 
she'd manipulated her skin to fit the woman's better. But Rachel was 
right 
about the rest of them; the two lady's bodies were remarkably similar! 
Fiona 
shivered around her wearer, grinning like a fool or a drunk.
        "Too true! I fit you like a glove... Now, for some more fun." Rachel
shivered; what could be more fun than THIS?! Squeaky moist rubber 
covered 
her head-to-toe, slithering with her every move. Her clit and nipples 
were 
gripped by it, keeping her in a near-orgasmic state from second to 
second. 
Fiona answered the unspoken question by grabbing her tail, curling it 
back 
on itself, and pressing the tip to her pussylips. Those lips were 
filled 
with Rachel's real labia, and the woman shivered with dismay!
        "I'll never take that big thing!" She squeaked. Fiona just grinned, 
and 
stuffed the balloon tail up inside the human. The thing compressed, 
(Thank 
God!) and *just* fit in Rachel's tight canal. Fiona slid it up inside 
until 
she met resistance, then left it inserted. By now, Rachel was 
hyperventilating, her mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut. OHH GODSSSSS, 
she 
was SOOO FULL! Fiona could feel her wearer's pulse and every little 
flutter 
of muscle, so taut was the human's cunnie stretched around the rubber 
tail. 
Rachel's cream was flowing down the tail and collecting inside the 
vixen, 
the seal around the tail too tight to allow a single drop of the 
precious 
stuff to escape. Fiona noticed it, focused on the sex-honey, and 
absorbed 
it. She could 'taste' in a limited sense this way, and found this batch 
of 
the stuff even better than what she'd gulped earlier! Did human women 
give 
better lube the hornier they became? An interesting theory, which 
should be 
explored. Fiona smiled again, to herself. She was certain Rachel would 
love 
to play guinea pig... Finally Rachel could stand it no longer, and with 
Fiona's paw, gripped the tail and pulled it out. Mostly. When three 
quarters 
of its musky, glistening length could be seen again, Rachel rammed it 
back 
up inside her. Both females gasped, then moaned in perfect unison. 
Rachel 
tugged it out and rammed it in again, forcing the two to collapse on 
the bed 
once more. Rachel/Fiona brought her knees up, slid her hand beneath 
one, and 
yiffed herself with the tail some more. Rachel felt the second skin 
around 
her crinkle flexibly and move with every movement of her own, rubbing 
mercilessly across her skin. This was heaven on earth...no question! 
Just as 
they teetered on the brink of another screaming orgasm, the ajar 
bedroom 
door opened inwards. Whistling cheerfully, Jake walked in with a tall 
cardboard box.
 

Chapter 3
 

        Fiona felt Rachel inhale and hold it. The vixen was puzzled. Why could 
Jake's wife be afraid of her husband seeing Fiona with her? Jake's view 
was 
obscured by the tall box, and he stepped right around the bed to put it 
down. Still whistling, he sat down on the bed, removed his shoes, and 
flopped down next to the suited human. Both turned to look at each 
other. 
Jake paled.
        "Fi, Rachel! Fiona, you ATE MY WIFE?!" Rachel shook Fiona's head, and 
smiled hesitantly. Jake saw the smile through the rubber, and was 
reassured. 
At least his wife was still alive! But...
        "I introduced myself to your wife when she opened the closet, Jake. 
She's a 
wonderful lover!" Fiona stroked her/Rachel's breasts and belly, making 
Rachel quiver and gasp. At last, the encapsulated woman found the 
strength 
to speak.
        "You bought this balloon-vixen to please yourself, correct? Not 
getting 
enough from me?" Jake stammered a denial, but Rachel waved it away. 
"No, 
Fiona already told me. You have a latex fetish, don't you? Why didn't 
you 
tell me? From my lovely experience with Fiona, I discovered I'm more 
than 
partial to rubber as well... So now, you'll have to share the vixen! 
Right 
Fiona?" Jake's mouth gaped as the vixen nodded firmly, then reached 
down and 
tugged her fat tail out of her/Rachel. Jake's pants tented as he heard 
the 
deep moan echo from his wife inside the balloon. Fiona was doing 
something 
else now. The vixen, (Or maybe it was Rachel,) turned to show him her 
crotch 
and the events unfolding there. Fiona focused on herself, her body and 
its 
stretchy qualities. She willed her labia to fold inward, then squish 
themselves between Rachel's. Gasping,  and angling her head to watch 
what 
was happening, Rachel saw a rubber 'sheath' flow up inside her. It 
anchored 
her to Fiona, and also effectively made the two female's pussies one. 
Fiona 
spoke then, in a breathless voice full of urgency.
        "Take us Jake! Fill us now, we need it so badly!" Jake leaned forward 
to 
take a closer look at what had happened, while unbuttoning his shirt 
with 
fumbling fingers. Fiona's rubber skin had firmed somewhat, or perhaps 
formed 
a double-walled sheath filled with a layer of air. Either way, it was 
holding Rachel's insides open for his inspection. Dark, shadowy, 
glistening 
flesh begged to be stroked and stuffed full with his cock, which was 
straining and eager to oblige. Almost whimpering with need, Jake 
slipped 
from his clothes and pushed his hips between the vixen/woman's thighs. 
His 
cock touched, and at the first contact, Rachel bucked herself forward. 
The 
pair of femmes impaled themselves upon Jake, his warm rod slipping up 
to the 
hilt in a tight tunnel of rubber surrounded by the familiar contours of 
Rachel's canal. Hugging his lovers tightly with his powerful arms, Jake 
snuggled his face between the rubber-sheathed breasts and sobbed. These 
were 
the sobs of a man who had realized a dream, someone who had fantasized 
and 
pondered an encounter like this one so many times it had nearly worn a 
hole 
through his brain. Now, it was reality, and it was just as sweet, (if 
not 
more so,) than he'd ever imagined it could be! His hips pistoned, 
pleasuring 
all three partners intensely. Their cries of rapture and ecstasy 
mingled and 
spiralled upwards as climax neared... Fiona fired off first, the rubber 
cunnie clamping tightly around Jake's member, applying such pressure 
that he 
could've sworn his cock deformed! Rachel came immediately after, her 
muscles 
rippling and stroking Jake and Fiona's clamped sheath. This was simply 
too 
much for Jake, too much for any man! He came with a spray of hot cream 
that 
dissolved into the vixen's skin the moment it touched. Fiona's cry rose 
in 
pitch to a scream of delight, as more of her bonded lover's cream 
flowed 
through the matrix of her body. It strengthened her, made her skin 
thicker 
and increased her abilities to alter her shape. Her eyes changed color, 
from 
the orange of the rest of her body to a brilliant green. At last, 
fluids 
spent from the both humans collecting inside the balloon for 
absorption, the 
three fell exhausted into a light doze. Almost suffocating himself in 
his 
lovers' cleavage, Jake couldn't remember the last time he'd slept so 
comfortably...

        It was late at night when Rachel awakened. Something touched her all 
over, 
like a tight jumpsuit or something. She felt the comfortable weight of 
Jake 
atop her, and smelled sex in the air. Smiling gently, she raised a hand 
to 
stroke her husband's back. Something was wrong. Hs skin 
felt...seperated 
from her. She opened her eyes. Translucent green skin covered her eyes, 
shocking Rachel into a state of complete alertness. Moving her head to 
one 
side, she glanced about the room. What was on her face? What...oh. 
Fiona. As 
if thinking the name conjured the lascivious vixen, Fiona stretched 
*their* 
body and yawned delicately. This movement woke Jake. Rachel watched a 
loving 
smile spread across his face as he gazed at Fiona, and through her skin 
to 
Rachel herself.
        "Ready to come out of there Rachel?" He asked, rubbing his wife's 
rubber-sheathed body. She shivered with pleasure, and placed a fat 
rubber-gloved hand on his. She parted her lips to speak, but Fiona beat 
her 
to it.
        "Come out? Why should she come out? We're having tons of fun as things 
are. 
It's only going to get better too... Relax Rachel, you and I have to do 
some 
quality bonding." Fiona's words startled and worried Rachel, stirring 
up 
anxiety and even terror in her gut. But...the fear felt sweet, 
something she 
knew she must give in to. So she mounted only a token resistance when 
Fiona 
pushed Jake gently off her body and curled into a fetal position. 
First, 
Rachel felt a finger of rubber caress her anus. It slid across the 
tight 
pucker, then sweated lubrication and slid inside. She bit back a moan 
and 
tried to take control of her body back. But Fiona had grown too strong, 
and 
was *just* able to overpower her human occupant. She was forced to lie 
still 
and submit as Fiona buried the rubber sheath in her ass. After a minute 
or 
so, she could no longer feel the sheath advancing...but somehow knew it 
was 
worming its way deep into her bowels.
        "You like having your ass filled though, don't you love?" Fiona 
murrred, 
delighted to learn this as well. Just as Rachel was about to ask a very 
confused Jake for help, another sheath darted between her lips and 
surged 
down her throat. Rachel gagged and told her body to clutch her throat, 
but 
Fiona's latex 'muscles' kept her paralyzed.
        "No no, I won't be interrupted. This is delicate work...and I've never 
done 
it before. Stay calm, this is for both our benefit." This new sheath 
slid 
smoothly down her esophagus, past the reach of her familiar senses. She 
wouldn't be able to recognize a pressure from inside her from this 
point on, 
they would just be unfamiliar twinges deep inside her. A thought formed 
as 
she vaguely felt latex sliding past her lips. Was Fiona taking over her 
insides? Sheathing her from the inside with rubber? What would that 
accomplish?!  Then, another new sensation. Her nipples were being 
rolled, 
stroked and petted by a rippling movement in the rubber covering them. 
The 
two dark nipples firmed and poked out into the rubber. The little hills 
of 
flesh were met with tiny little probes set there to wait. Rachel gasped 
loudly as she felt these two tiny filaments of rubber flow *into* her 
nipples, surging down the milk-ducts to God-knows where! Fiona chuckled 
at 
Rachel's dismay.
        "I will bring you pleasures as you've never dreamed of, my sweet 
Rachel. 
You and I will do great things." A movement in her loins alerted her to 
Fiona's further invasion of her body. The sheath already in place 
pushed 
inconsiderately deeper into Rachel's soft, sensitive vagina, surging up 
until it met the barrier of the human's cervix. This was violated 
easily, 
and the thing insinuated itself into Rachel's fertile womb. She 
shivered as 
she imagined the rubber flowing along the inner surface of that 
innermost 
chamber, coating it, then sending new feelers up into her other 
feminine 
plumbing. Slowly, and very thoroughly, Fiona explored Rachel's body and 
filled it with her own essence. Body functions continued, but were 
limited 
and controlled by the vixen somehow... Jake was watching with 
confusion, 
eyes worried and growing more so with every little cry or muffled moan 
his 
wife made. What was happening? At last, Rachel sat up, and crawled over 
to 
nestle into his arms.
        "Oh Jake... Fiona's done something. She's everywhere inside me! She 
and 
I...you can't seperate us without killing me, I think." Jake saw Rachel 
begin to cry inside the vixen, prompting the balloon to send more 
filaments 
arcing towards Rachel. These squeezed up into her tear-ducts, limiting 
that 
function as well. Rachel sobbed to herself, rocking gently in Jake's 
arms. 
Pleasure began radiating through her body, and something else. A 
hunger. 
Fiona spoke up.
        "Jake, you brought home a box. Was that food for me?" The foxy almost 
whined hungrily. Jake nodded quickly, grabbed the box off the floor and 
upended it. Balloons of all sorts spilled out, some inflated and 
weighed 
down with small ingots. Condoms, dildos, all sorts of rubber and latex 
items. First, Fiona took two large uninflated balloons, and pressed 
them to 
her chest. Jake watched as they were engulfed amoeba-like by the 
balloon 
skin over Fiona/Rachel's breasts. Rachel cried out as she felt the 
rubber 
squeeze inside along the sheaths filling her mammaries. Then Fiona took 
her 
left breast, hefted it and smiled at Jake.
        "Blow, lover." This was not a request. Jake took a firm, rubbery 
nipple in 
his mouth and blew. Rachel moaned, not in pain but pleasure as her 
breast 
suddenly swelled, gaining a cup-size in a split second.
        "That's it... Oh Jake, that feels sooooo goooood!" Fiona took her 
other 
breast in hand, panting, and Jake repeated there. He switched from one 
bobbing jug to the other, inflating Rachel's fleshly breasts to match 
those 
Fiona had had when she was first inflated. Rachel felt silly with these 
monstrous orbs, but it was obvious Jake appreciated them!
        "Delicious...  But I haven't even had anything to *eat* yet." Fiona 
grabbed 
a long pink-rubber dildo, found a knob, and turned it on. The 
faux-phallus 
began vibrating, which clearly delighted the rubbery fox! Jake watched, 
stroking his rock-hard member as Fiona slid the dildo up inside her. 
The 
fleshy collar of Rachel's sex stretched around the girth of the thing 
and 
absorbed it, experiencing the texture and vibrations of the thing 
secondhand, through Fiona's layer of rubber. Fiona relished the 
vibrations, 
as Rachel obviously did as well. But Fiona didn't thrust the thing, 
instead 
shoving it in fully, then pushing her fingers in after it to keep it 
advancing. Rachel threw back her head, (Or tried,) as she felt the 
vibrating 
thing slip far up inside her, then through the rubber sheath and into 
her 
cushioned womb. Her belly buzzed, sending orgasmic joy surging through 
both 
female's bodies. Jake grunted and came, a thick stream of his seed 
arcing 
across the bed to the reclining vixen. It splattered her breasts, and 
vanished in moments as Fiona absorbed it. Rachel found she could taste 
the 
cream this way...and felt it strengthen her. Was she drawing 
nourishment 
from the same sources Fiona did now? The buzzing in her belly died away 
as 
Fiona's rubber melted down the vibrator and absorbed it. Fiona mmmmed, 
licking her lips, then turned her gaze back to Jake.
        "Make love to me again, Jake?" She spread her legs again. Jake shook 
his 
head reluctantly.
        "I'm about to pass out, love! Rachel and I need some time to 
recover..." 
Rachel started to agree, but found she felt fine...still aroused in 
fact. 
Fiona let the woman move her paw to her sex, and lightly stroke 
herself. 
Jake apologized again, sleepily, and dozed off while Rachel began to 
stroke 
her clit rhythmically. She and Fiona moaned in unison, liquids 
beginning to 
flow again. It was shaping up to be a long night...
 

Chapter 4
 

        Jake stretched and rolled out of bed, alert as soon as his eyes 
opened. He 
was a morning person, no doubt. Rachel on the other hand... Pleasuring 
Fiona 
and herself half the night did not improve the woman's outlook when 
morning 
forced her eyes open and Fiona marched her to the shower. Just as she 
was 
about to climb in, the vixen-suit paused.
        "Why shower? I've absorbed all your sweat and...fluids..." Fiona 
sounded 
confused. Rachel insisted though.
        "I love my showers! Come on, you might like 'em too." She shrugged, 
and the 
two stepped into the tub, cool porcelin banishing the heat from Fiona's 
skin 
and Rachel's small feet. Rachel turned on the water, adjusting it until 
the 
water was properly hot. Fiona opened her mouth and let the water run 
down 
into it, while Rachel ducked down out of Fiona's head to receive the 
spray. 
From the outside, it looked like a waterfall had taken shape inside the 
vixen, running down the inside of her skin. The level of water rose 
quickly 
to Rachel's hips inside the balloon, until Fiona created an opening in 
her 
right, big pawtoe to act as a drain.
        "You're right Rachel, this does feel nice! Makes me feel kinda like a 
hot 
water bottle." Rachel giggled, soaping up and turning the vixen's 
internal 
waterfall into a carwash. Fiona mmmmed as the water rushed and gurgled 
through her, softening her rubber skin somewhat. When Rachel pronounced 
herself clean, Fiona twisted the water off and let the last of it drain 
from 
her body. The vixen smiled as Rachel slid her head back into place, and 
reattached the rubber tendrils. The woman flinched a little, then 
relaxed 
and let Fiona invade her body again. It wasn't exactly uncomfortable 
being 
anchored to Fiona...just so new an experience. Squeaking wetly across 
the 
tiles, the suited human crossed the bathroom floor and stepped back 
into the 
bedroom where Jake was getting dressed. He smiled at his lovers, 
tugging on 
a fresh pair of slacks.
        "Sleep well?" Rachel looked at Jake a moment, then dissolved into 
laughter. 
Fiona joined her a moment later, creating an odd stereo-giggling. Jake 
sighed and shook his head.
        "I'll never figure you girls out. Um, Rachel, are you going to work?" 
Rachel collected herself, and nodded.
        "I guess so... Fiona, will you let me out?" She slid her hands over 
the 
vixen's body. Fiona mmmed, but shook her head.
        "Why? I can serve as clothes for you." Jake frowned thoughtfully, and 
gasped as Fiona began to change. Her skin turned to blue from the waist 
up, 
and black from there down. The balloon-vixen extruded sheets of rubber, 
pleats, and collar-like things until the vixen was 'dressed' in a blue 
blouse and a black skirt. Rachel moaned softly as Fiona's face deformed 
and 
shrank to fit her like a skin-tight mask. Fiona's tail vanished, pulled 
back 
into Fiona's body. Rachel's hair bulged out the back of Fiona's head, 
encapsulated in rubber. Eventually, the rubber molded to the 
free-swinging 
hair, making the whole thing a solid mass that appeared to be Rachel's 
normal hair. The orange hue faded everywhere it was necessary, 
revealing 
Rachel's true colors. Most of the air leaked out of the vixen, leaving 
Rachel's body wrapped in highly-revealing rubber. Only the odd 
'clothing' 
kept the ensemble from looking obscene. Only Rachel's enhanced breasts 
remained the same, bulging proudly beneath the blouse. Jake stepped 
over and 
hugged his wife tightly.
        "You look great, love. Have fun at work!" Fiona giggled and whispered 
in 
Rachel's ear.
        "More than he'll know..." Rachel shivered in anticipation...

        Martha looked up from some papers as Rachel walked into the office. 
The 
secretary smiled, and waved.
        "Good morning Rachel! Tom's in his office, and wants to see you about 
those 
new aides." Rachel nodded, smiling, and detoured from her office's 
hallway 
to the HR office. Martha blinked as her boss passed under a flourescent 
light, and reflected the soft glow off her long black hair.
        "Wonder what shampoo she uses..." Martha mumbled, and turned back to 
her 
work.

        Rachel knocked on the half-open door of Tom's office, and stepped 
lightly 
inside. The Human Resource director was behind his desk talking on the 
phone. He motioned Rachel to a chair with a slight smile, while 
explaining 
to a client why she could not ask her in-house nurse to walk the dog. 
At 
last, Tom hung up and turned his full attention on Rachel. At the same 
time, 
Rachel took a deep breath of the fresh air flowing in Tom's window. His 
was 
the only office on the floor with a window, making it the second-most 
pleasant room at the office. Tom's words died in his throat as Rachel's 
chest bobbed and swelled, gleaming faintly. Was that silk, or 
something? It 
looked like a conventional blouse and skirt...
        "So Tom, what's up?" She asked, and smiled dazzlingly at the man. 
Fiona 
giggled quietly, and twisted the sheath inside the woman's cunnie. 
Rachel 
bit back a gasp, and tried to keep a smile plastered to her face. Tom 
turned 
a curious shade of red, and looked down at his desk in confusion. 
Rachel'd 
never had a rack like that...or been as phenomenally sexy as she seemed 
today! He didn't know what to do! His eyes came to rest on a report on 
a 
couple of nursing aides that Rachel had approved yesterday. The report 
wasn't good. A simple background check revealed that the two newest 
employees had each been convicted for theft of one kind or another. He 
opened his mouth to speak, and was mesmerized by Rachel's bust again...
        "Um, t, those two aides you hired on yesterday? They...they're working 
out 
great!" Tom stammered out, trying to look anywhere but Rachel. She was 
shifting in her seat slowly, her eyes half closed as Fiona filled her 
pussy 
with an inflatable dildo and thrust it mercilessly in and out. Her 
skirt 
covered the motion, and the copious liquids she oozed were immediately 
absorbed by the balloon. Only the smell couldn't be concealed...
        Tom took a shaky breath to calm himself. Wait, what was that smell? 
His 
ears began to burn. When he and Shelly had, um, done it this morning, 
had he 
moved his pants far enough from the bed? Oh no... Surely Rachel could 
smell 
it too!
        "Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for such a great choice! Keep up 
the 
great work. If you'll excuse me, I need a drink!" Tom stood abruptly 
and 
stepped out of his office. Once out of sight of the door, the poor man 
broke 
into a run for the bathroom. Rachel writhed in the comfortable office 
chair, 
finally able to do so unabashedly... But what if Tom came back? She 
stood 
quickly, and moaned aloud! Standing, the penetration was even more 
delicious! She wobbled past Martha again, and stumbled into her office, 
quite prepared to throw herself on the floor and scream in orgasm! 
But...one 
of the two aides she'd hired was sitting in her office! The young 
Chinese 
girl looked up at Rachel, and gave her an inscrutable look.
        "The HR director told me to come see you about something..." She 
murmured, 
clutching her purse strap so hard her knuckled turned white.
        "Ahh, he did, hmm? Okay, let me take a, a seat..." Rachel walked as 
briskly 
as she could behind her desk, took her seat, and folded her arms atop 
the 
desk's cool wood surface. "Okay Miss..." Rachel paused.
     "Quan," the aide supplied.
        "Miss Quan. Tom was just informing me that you--" The aide suddenly 
began 
crying, and shocked Rachel into silence.
        "I know I should've put it on the application maam, but I've applied 
for a 
dozen jobs over the past two weeks, and been turned down by everyone! I 
know 
I was wrong for stealing, but I've done time for it, and paid in full! 
I 
just want to lead a normal life again! And my sister, she was only an 
accomplice, and feels the same way I do. Please, even if you get rid of 
me, 
please keep her! She's a good, dedicated worker, and she'd never steal 
a 
thing! She only helped me because I begged. Oh maam..." Miss Quan 
shivered 
and shook, cheeks wet and flushed. Rachel blinked, shook her head and 
reached across the desk to pat the aides' hands. She tried to ignore 
what 
Fiona was whispering in her ear; things like 'Let's make love to this 
frightened little lady! Wouldn't company be nice inside there with you? 
Mmmmm, my belly would be soooo nice and taut...' Rachrl hardened her 
features into a sympathetic smile and addressed the staring aide.
        "There's nothing to cry about! Don't worry about it! I'm not happy you 
didn't mention that you'd been convicted, but you *are* good workers, 
and we 
won't be discharging you." Rachel had to pause, shaking as she came. 
Downplaying it as best as she could, the poor woman smiled shakily at 
the 
aide. "Now please, take your sister and go see Martha for the day's 
schedules. Stop in the bathroom along the way and get cleaned up 
though; I 
don't know what Martha would think if you came out of my office looking 
all 
weepy." Miss Quan nodded, whispered a thank you, and crept out of the 
office. Rachel groaned! and clutched her rippling belly. Fiona sped up 
her 
strokes, immediately stoking Rachel to another roaring orgasm! She 
wriggled 
in her seat and clamped her mouth shut over her moans as her pussy 
creamed 
and squeezed the rubber invading it.
        "F, Fiona! You're gonna get me in trouble...ohhhHHH!" The vixen 
chuckled 
wickedly.
        "You'll like the trouble I'll get you into, love."
 

Chapter 5
 

        Jake glanced up as Rachel stumbled through the front door. Exhausted, 
but 
with an undercurrent of joy as well, she collapsed into her hubby's 
arms.
        "Oh Jake, what a day! Fiona kept doing such naughty things! She almost 
propositioned the janitor before we left!" Fiona giggled, her lips 
moving 
atop Rachel's now-still ones.
        "Don't make such a fuss, we would've shown him a good time... Anyways, 
no 
one at the office is the wiser! We pulled it off perfectly. How does it 
feel 
Rach, to have gone to work naked and impaled on a dildo the entire 
day?" 
Jake laughed as his wife blushed beneath her rubbery second-skin. "And 
you're still randy as anything, aren't you?" The woman's blush 
deepened. 
Still chuckling, Jake slid his dual lovers off of his lap, and led them 
to 
the couch.
        "Well, I'm a little tired, but I've no objection if you two'd like to 
ride 
me..." He slid off his lounging wear, laid back on the couch lazily, 
and 
watched his erection bob in the cooler air of the room. Fiona pulled 
Rachel 
over and pounced the thick cock at once, wrapping her lips around it 
and 
tongueing its hot smooth surface. Jake mmmed, closing his eyes and 
shifting 
restlessly on the couch. Rachel slid her tongue into the sheath of 
Fiona's, 
and felt her husband's penis through the layer of warm rubber. 
Something 
jarred in her belly, then seemed to detatch... Rachel worried about 
that, 
but trusted Fiona not to harm her... Jake was moaning now, plunging his 
member into the warm latexy mouth provided for him. Rachel suddenly 
*gulped* 
and drew Jake's throbbing length into her tight throat. She swallowed 
around 
him, feeling a trickle of pre slip down her gullet, and sink into the 
rubber 
lining it. Fiona didn't want Jake shooting off in here though, and 
withdrew. 
Jake looked up, puzzled, and watched as Fiona/Rachel swung herself up 
onto 
the couch and squatted over his aching cock.
        "Say g'bye to it Jake, you won't be seeing willy again for awhile!" 
Fiona 
murrrred. The vixen winked, then plunged her body down. The entry was 
smooth 
and wonderfully deep, Rachel's slick snatch wrapping itself hungrily 
around 
the condomed penis. Jake arched his back and growled esctatically! The 
couch 
creaked as Fiona thrust her rump again and again into Jake's thighs. 
She 
never lifted herself off the member, only thrust herself against it. 
Powerful vaginal and rubber muscles caressed Jake's flesh, seeming to 
individually manipulate his glans and cockbase. He could feel and hear 
Rachel's juices squishing inside her, absorbed steadily by the vixen's 
thirsty skin. How sturdy was Fiona by now? She'd been practically 
bathed in 
sexual secretions all day; was there a limit to how much they could 
hold? 
Well, Jake thought, as his balls tensed, here comes some more... White 
cream 
splished up Fiona/Rachel's cunnie, and vanished as fast it hit. Jake 
sighed 
happily, and stroked his lovers' hips.
        "Thank you Fiona, Rachel. Mmm, it was really nice..." Fiona giggled, 
and 
Rachel grinned.
        "We're not quite done yet though." Fiona confided, and squeezed her 
eyes 
shut to concentrate. Jake hmmed? then startled! as his balls suddenly 
*schluped* inside the vixen's pussy! His entire groin followed, and the 
cleft kept growing! None of it was going inside Rachel...in fact, the 
woman 
seemed to have detatched from most of Fiona, and was curling up inside 
the 
vixen's abomen. She held Jake's cock as he followed it, kissing the tip 
of 
the member lovingly. Jake cried out! thrashing beneath the vixen, but 
she 
would not be dislodged. Fiona used inhuman strength to reach back and 
fold 
Jake's knees together, then moaned! as her elastic labia slipped over 
his 
knees as well.
        "Fiona! Don't! We can't both be inside you! I have to go to work too, 
I 
can't telecommute from inside a balloon! Fiona!!" The vixen just 
grinned, 
eyes closed with sensual delight.
        "You'll love this Jake, just relax...I'll let you out in time for 
work. 
Maybe." Jake trembled and cried out with mingled pleasure and fear, as 
Fiona's slick cunt swallowed him whole. Jake watched in fascinated 
dismay as 
Fiona's skin stretched over his knees, slid up his thighs, then settled 
snugly around his waist. From there the slippery rubber labia squeaked 
as 
they advanced up his chest, engulfing the struggling morsel a few 
inches at 
a gulp. Rachel curled her body around Jake's as more of him slid 
inside, 
cradling her mate, then impaling herself hungrily on his member. With a 
last 
wet slurp, Fiona's vulva absorbed Jake's head, ripply contractions 
tugging 
him fully up inside her translucent belly. Bloated and dribbling fluids 
in 
her excitement, Fiona writhed and moaned as the couple made love in her 
'stomach.' Pinching her nipples, rolling them, stroking her belly, 
*straining* to reach her sex, Fiona brought herself to orgasm nearly a 
dozen 
times while Jake and Rachel enjoyed each other's intimate company.
        Tossing aside his fears, Jake took Rachel vigorously, rocking Fiona's 
body 
on the bed. They mounted to a screaming orgasm, both reveling in the 
pleasures of the other. Soft, wet skin and warm rubber blended into a 
tiny 
world of sensual delights, cloaked in orange dusk. A moment of calm 
ensued, 
deep breathing of the humans making Fiona's gut gently rise and fall.
        From inside Fiona, the view of the world was distorted and deep 
orange. Two 
layers of the balloon creature seperated Jake and Rachel's warm, wet 
rubber 
prison from the living room. One was Fiona's skin, the second was the 
wall 
of the 'belly' that Fiona'd created to house her pet humans. It *was* 
very 
much like returning to the womb... The only things missing were a 
heartbeat, 
opaque flesh walls, and the sac of fluid that encapsulates the child. 
The 
latter suddenly began to materialize: a pool of thick, warm goo that 
rose 
slowly inside Fiona's belly. Rachel, reclining on her back beneath 
Jake, 
first felt the stuff creeping up her sides.
        "Jake," she murmured in growing alarm, as the stuff lapped over her 
breasts, covering them stickily. Jake himself felt the slime on his 
chest, 
and helped lift Rachel's head out of the pooling stuff.
        "Fiona! Stop this! Let us out," he called, pushing on the resilient 
walls 
around him. The vixen simply giggled, running her paws over her gravid 
form.
        "Nah." That simple word triggered panic in the human couple. Jake 
reversed 
himself with acrobatic ease, the task simplified with all the sudden 
lubricant. With a quick thrust, he jammed his hands through Fiona's 
'cervix' 
and spread her slick passage wide. Driving his head in, he began to win 
free 
of the vixen's body.
        "Jake! Stop that! Come back inside my belly, where it's safe and 
warm..." 
Jake snorted, pushing with his legs against the belly walls to propel 
his 
body forward and out. Rachel wrapped her arms around Jake's legs, 
confident 
her mate would tug her out as well.
        "Safe?! You'll drown us in that goop!" His arms slithered free, 
spreading 
Fiona's pussy wide, coaxing an excited moan from her in the process. 
Hair 
soaked with various fluids, Jake's head appeared, 'crowning.' His arms 
dropped to Fiona's inner thighs, shoving against them to extract 
himself. 
With a loud sucking slurp, as if Jake was pulling himself out of thick 
mud, 
Fiona's body reluctantly gave him up into the air-conditioned outside 
world. 
Fiona watched her stomach roll and the bulge travel down her length and 
into 
her loins, as Rachel's piggy-back ride took her out as well. The two 
fell to 
the carpet, panting, shining with the slime covering their nude bodies. 
Fiona curled up on the couch, hugging herself, and began to sob softly.
        "I--I feel so empty...so alone!" She cried, her stretched middle 
slowly 
returning to its prior voluptuous proportions. Rachel sat partway in 
Jake's 
lap, arms around his neck, staring at the creature on the couch. Jake 
stroked her goo-saturated hair, studying the vixen as well.
        "You'll have to stay that way until you learn that we humans aren't as 
flexible as you are! We need air to breathe, or we die! Not like you, 
who if 
you don't get air, simply lie folded up for awhile." Fiona waved away 
Jake's 
rebuke impatiently.
        "I knew what I was doing! You two would've loved what I'd planned..." 
She 
trailed off, her eyes growing dreamy. Jake shook his head, then got to 
his 
feet unsteadily. Rachel reached up to him, and was helped to her feet 
as 
well.
        "Well, I'm for a shower."
 

Chapter 6
 

        When Rachel and Jake returned from the bathroom, both wrapped in 
bathrobes, 
Fiona was nowhere to be seen... Brow creased in worry, Jake began 
searching 
the house, while Rachel called out to her rubbery lover.
        "Fiona! Please, don't hide from us! Please! We were scared, that's 
all, 
can't you understand that? Fiona..." Rachel trailed off and collapsed 
into a 
plush armchair, eyes brimming. "Please..." A few moments later, Jake 
stepped 
into the living room again, only to find Rachel sobbing quietly...and 
half-coated in orange rubber! The armchair's covering was creeping up 
over 
the woman, so slowly and gently that Rachel hadn't noticed. Crying out 
harshly, Jake tugged Rachel out of the chair and its treacherous, 
clingy 
vixen-covering. Fiona whined, her bust taking shape on the chair's 
seat.
        "So that's how it is? You two're playing hard to get? Okay...I can 
deal 
with that." Fiona flashed them a vulpine grin, before taking on the 
chair's 
pattern again and vanishing. Rachel clung to Jake, staring at the chair 
and 
sniffling miserably.
        "What'll we do?! She could be waiting anywhere for us..." Jake 
shrugged, 
scanning the room carefully.
        "We'll be careful, that's all. I mean, she IS an airhead after all. We 
can 
outsmart her!" Rachel smiled half-heartedly, and nodded.

         Life from that point seemed a constant cat-and-mouse game with the 
balloon 
vixen. She'd pop out of nowhere, trying to engulf one or the other of 
her 
lovers. Jake was certain he was developing an ulcer, as he dodged the 
'attacks.' Even a toilet seat could be covered with a thin layer of 
disguised Fiona... Both humans learned to shine a light on every 
surface 
they wanted to get close to, watching for tell-tale reflections.
        Once, Jake turned on a torchiere lamp, only to have his hand engulfed 
in 
vixen! A pair of scissors lay on the counter nearby... Without 
thinking, 
Jake snatched them up, and stabbed the lamp's stem! An ecstatic cry of 
pleasure accompanied a loud *BLAM* as the vixen balloon popped! Pieces 
floated down off the lamp, collecting on the floor. Still the silver 
color 
of the lamp, the shards of rubber fluttered weakly on the carpet. Jake, 
crying out to Rachel and full of remorse, pushed the pieces into a 
pile. 
Rachel ran up beside him.
        "She popped?! B, but, I don't want her dead! Oh, Fiona..." Rachel 
stood 
with head bowed and shoulders shaking, leaking tears onto the rug 
beside the 
pitiful collection of latex pieces. How long could Rachel go on, 
enduring 
emotional blow after blow?! Jake stood and hugged Rachel quickly.
        "No no, love! She's not dead. Give her a second to pull herself 
together, 
and she'll simply be uninflated." Rachel watched, unbelieving, as the 
pile 
of pieces slowly melted to each other. Finally, the mass seemed 
solid... 
Jake scooped it up, found the 'vent' and began inflating it. After the 
first 
few breaths, Fiona opened her deflated muzzle and gulped air by 
herself. 
Jake stepped back, putting a nervous arm around Rachel's shoulders. 
Together 
they watched Fiona gulp down air and take shape. As soon as her head 
was 
fully filled, she let out a sob of joy.
        "Do you have ANY IDEA HOW GREAT THAT FELT!?" She moaned, then gulped 
some 
more air. "It was like an atomic orgasm! Ohhhh, pop me again! 
Godsssss..." 
Rachel blinked, and looked up at Jake. He looked back at her, and 
shrugged.
        "Oh, but first things first. I've gotta get you two inside me and have 
my 
way with you." Fiona remembered her goal, and grinned, padding 
unsteadily 
towards them. Breaking apart, the two fled, seeking something sharp. 
Jake 
heard soft pawfalls behind him as he raced toward the garage door, and 
felt 
a shiver of fear ripple up his spine! Whipping through the door, Jake 
slammed it shut on Fiona's face. Weak-kneed from the close call, he 
sank 
down against the door.
        "Fiona! You have to stop this! You're scaring us..." Jake shook his 
head, 
suddenly marveling at the oddness of this situation. Just then, he felt 
something touch his buttocks. Jumping up, Jake stared at the door. A 
layer 
of orange slid under the door like some kind of flatfish, a muzzle and 
face 
taking shape on its leading edge as soon as it reached open air once 
more.
        "Scaring you? Awwwww! You two are silly, thinking I'd ever hurtcha. 
Now 
c'mere and lemme eat you." Fiona giggled, sliding smoothly under the 
door. 
Jake squeaked! and dashed to the garage door-opener button. Slapping 
the 
thing, he cursed the slow motor as Fiona began to take shape again. It 
was 
like Terminator 2 almost...but that liquid-metal thing couldn't hold a 
candle to Fiona's figure. Jake forgot his dire straits for a moment, 
watching Fiona's soft rounded assets taking shape again... Fiona winked 
at 
him, and playfully snapped her rubber jaws at him. Squeaking again as 
Fiona 
strolled towards him, Jake rolled under the still-opening door and ran 
outside. Rachel met him there, wielding a nerf gun.
        "How's that going to help?" Jake cried, looking the thing over. It was 
fed 
by a plastic belt, filled with darts. Rachel winked at him, and plucked 
a 
dart free of the belt for his inspection. The darts had had a needle 
pushed 
through their rubber suction-cups, rendering them effective 
anti-balloon 
ammunition.
        "I don't think these will worry her much normally, but if we can 
stretch 
her thin enough, they might pop her." Rachel whispered, as the vixen 
stepped 
out into the sun. Jake took the gun from Rachel, silently thanking 
whoever 
it was who'd gotten them the toy.
        "Step back Fiona, or I'll shoot!" Jake called, backpedaling while he 
spoke. 
Fiona just grinned, and began changing her shape. She grew...puffing 
herself 
up, and changing her body's structure. Her legs became massive, 
pebble-skinned things, supporting a reptilian body...huge head...and 
tiny 
fore-arms... A giant, translucent orange T-Rex stood on Jake and 
Rachel's 
lawn, staring down the two humans.
        "She *must* be stretched thin to do that!" Jake muttered to Rachel, 
and 
brought the puny-seeming nerf gun to bear. Rachel screamed as Fiona 
darted 
her head down towards them, wide-open, its slippery gullet a yawning 
tunnel 
waiting to envelop them... Jake pumped the nerf gun. A dart flew past 
Fiona's lips, pierced the back of her throat, and exploded the balloon. 
Jake 
thought he heard another cry of excruciating pleasure, but couldn't be 
sure. 
The explosion of air knocked the two off their feet, as pieces of 
balloon 
rained down around them. Most of the pieces landed near each other, and 
Jake 
had no doubt Fiona would be back shortly...
        "We'd better run, love." Jake suggested, blowing imaginary smoke from 
the 
toy gun's barrel. Rachel nodded! The couple ran back inside, and locked 
all 
the doors. Neither dared to hope locks would keep out the determined 
balloon-vixen...

        Finally, after a few further close calls, night fell again, and the 
two got 
dressed for bed. Jake turned a powerful flashlight's beam on the bed, 
and 
when no reflections were evident, tumbled into the cool sheets. Rachel 
curled up beside him, as he set the light on the nightstand.
        "I guess she's given up for tonight... Still, maybe we should sleep in 
shifts." Jake murmured quietly. Rachel turned frightened eyes on him, 
the 
two green orbs shining in the night-light's glow like a doe's.
        "Do, do your really think she'd hurt us Jake? I mean...she's given us 
nothing but pleasure so far... Why would she change?" Jake felt a tear 
on 
his chest.
        "I really don't know, love. I don't know." Rachel nodded, draped 
herself 
over Jake's chest, and tried to get to sleep. Despite his words about 
sleeping in watches, Jake felt himself drifting off to sleep. Being 
hunted 
took a lot out of you... Shrugging mentally, he drifted off, idly 
stroking 
his mate's raven hair. He never felt the warm rubber gripping his back, 
slowly creeping up over his hips, legs, arms and neck... In the dimly 
lit 
bedroom, a dusty-white/orange layer of latex enveloped the sleeping 
humans 
like some kind of living sheet. Fiona forced them slowly, carefully 
closer 
together, trapping them inside herself. Once their captivity was 
assured, 
Fiona let her skin darken again to her natural shade, and assumed her 
vixen 
shape. Abdomen swollen once more with her lovers, Fiona chuckled and 
hugged 
herself.
        "Gotcha."

        Rachel awoke to sensation of a warm surf lapping at her body. Had Jake 
taken her to the beach? She couldn't remember... She felt his solid, 
breathing body pressed against her, and squeezed herself closer to his 
warmth. The water seemed to rise further, covering more of her body. 
The 
tide must be coming in! Rachel's eyes flew open, pupils slowly 
adjusting to 
the darkness. All she could see was a faint orange glow over to her 
right. 
It looked like the night-light back home... But why was it orange? A 
sudden 
chill made Rachel suddenly convulse. Images of that day inside Fiona 
flew 
back to her. Was this water... She dipped her fingers in it and brought 
them 
to her nose. The stuff was sticky, and smelled strongly of latex.
        "Oh no..." She squeaked, reaching over to wake Jake. He mumbled 
something 
and moaned, pushing her hands away.
        "I've still got an hour or two, Rach! Stop it..."
        "Less than that Jake, actually. You should be finished in forty-five 
minutes or so. Rachel won't even take that long, since I've changed 
part of 
her already." It was Fiona's voice. Jake began to shake, feeling for 
Rachel's hand. She tucked it into his, reassured by his firm squeeze. 
The 
latex fumes were getting stronger, the warm goo lapping higher and 
higher on 
her curled body.
        "Fiona! NO! Oh gods no..." Jake's voice cracked. She was going to 
'finish' 
them? That sounded awfully final. "How did you get us?" Fiona giggled, 
sliding her paws over her bulging belly. Rachel and Jake watched the 
paw-shaped shadows roam across the dome of their prison.
        "Silly. I dusted myself with baby powder to tone down my reflectivity! 
Airhead indeed, hmph!" Jake winced, shifting to keep as much of his 
body out 
of the squishing liquid as possible. Fiona drew a deep breath, 
inflating her 
abdomen still further, then let the breath out again. "And soon, very 
soon, 
you two'll be like me. Come on Jake, haven't you ever wished you were a 
balloon? And Rachel, mmmm, you've virtually been one! You two are gonna 
have 
such a blast...and me, mmmmm! Two lovely balloon-humans to play with! 
Infinite stamina, near-infinite elasticity, oh yeah! We'll have times 
you 
can't imagine..." Rachel struggled, pushing out with her arms and legs, 
stretching out Fiona's gut.
        "LET US OUT! We can't be balloons!! We've got lives to live, jobs to 
go 
to!" Fiona patted the Rachel-bulge, smiling dreamily.
        "Yesssss, it feels really nice when you wriggle like that love. But 
why 
would you lose those things? You'll learn how to change color, and make 
clothes, like I do now." Fiona wheedled, soothingly caressing her 
prisoners 
through her skin. Rachel subsided, panting and hopeless. Jake reached 
up, 
finding the vixen's concave breast-interiors, and rubbed her nipples 
from 
the inside. Fiona *mrrrrrrrred* in pleasure, wriggling happily on the 
bed.
        "She's right Rachel. I--I really do want to be like her." He leaned 
down 
and kissed his shocked mate. Eventually, her body yielded and she 
kissed him 
back. It wouldn't be so bad, being a balloon... In fact, Rachel was 
probably 
right. It *would* be an awful lot of fun! Suddenly eager to undergo the 
transformation, Rachel cupped her hands and began to splash herself 
with the 
latexy goop. Jake sensed what she was doing, and did the same, covering 
himself with a thick layer of the clinging stuff. Slick with the stuff, 
Rachel wrapped her legs around Jake's waist, and rubbed her furred 
mound 
against his crotch.
        "Make love to me one last time as a human, Jake. Please..." Fiona 
shivered 
when she realized what her captives were doing, and stretched her arm 
out 
around her sloshing tummy to masturbate. Jake's member grew out into 
the 
sultry air of Fiona's belly, and was soon just as coated in latex slime 
as 
the rest of him. Thus lubricated, Jake reached down to position his 
cock. 
The fat, pulsing head of the shaft pressed up between Rachel's 
netherlips, 
coaxing a moan and a thrust from the woman. Her slit spread open and 
swallowed Jake's cock to the base, surrounding his organ in a warm 
fleshy 
tunnel. Crying out, Rachel arched her back and began to thrust herself 
against Jake's body. He thrust as best he could in the close confines, 
the 
thick latexy muck squishing all around him. His body began to feel 
rather 
light...as if not all of him was there, and the amount of goo in 
Fiona's 
'womb' increased significantly.
        The vixen had worked her paw inside her slit, and was using the other 
to 
strum her clit frantically! Every movement in her abdomen pushed her 
closer 
to orgasm. Fiona thought deliberately of what she was doing to her 
lovers: 
drowning them in liquid latex, dissolving their bodies into more of the 
same, then using the resulting goo to create new lovers for herself... 
She 
shivered violently and came, liquids splashing from her crotch to soak 
the 
sheets.
        Rachel felt lighter too, and an odd resistance met her passionate 
thrusts, 
as if thick mud was sucking at her ass. The goo wasn't *that* thick... 
At 
last orgasm claimed her, shaking her body and loosing screams of 
ecstasy 
from her sticky lips. Jake grunted and met her orgasm with his own, 
pouring 
his cream into her. At least, he tried... No liquid splashed into his 
lover, 
as if his valves had all been screwed shut. In the dim, aquatic-like 
scene, 
he looked down, trying to make out his balls. Abruptly, Jake realized 
he had 
no balls. Or thighs, or legs at all! A quick look revealed that Rachel 
was 
less than half a woman. Her back had dissolved, the organs within 
beginning 
to melt down into the latex. Rachel clutched Jake with legs that 
weren't 
there, and Jake in a fit of passion, threw himself down onto what was 
left 
of her body. Dissolving totally in that moment, their essences mingled 
into 
one great mass of slime. The balloon-vixen's instincts took over at 
that 
moment, moving quickly to insure her lovers survived. Fiona quickly 
siphoned 
off the two lovers' minds, their souls, encapsulating them in a bubble 
of 
her skin. The rest of them though... Fiona grinned and bounced her 
liquid-filled belly.
        "Well well well... I've got too much goop. Guess I'll just have to 
keep the 
rest to myself..." The vixen balloon giggled to herself, and enjoyed 
the 
'full' feeling awhile longer. Her fat paws pushed her swollen belly 
back and 
forth, the foxy giggling at the resulting sloshing noises. If she'd 
felt 
like a water bottle in shower, now she felt like a custard doughnut! 
Finally 
though, Fiona squished her belly down, forcing some of the stuff up 
into her 
muzzle. She blew a bubble, a pure white one, filling it with her warm 
air. 
At the same time, she detatched the mind of one of the lovers from her 
insides, and forced it into the new balloon as well. When she judged 
the 
rubber ovoid a good size, Fiona pinched its neck, willing the 
still-malleable latex to fuse there. Setting it aside for the moment, 
Fiona 
prepared to make the second. Just as she was pressing her belly again, 
she 
had a naughty thought.
        "Why blow the bubble with my mouth?" She wondered aloud, and grinning 
wickedly, she forced the liquid latex down into her loins instead. The 
warm 
fluid stickiness coursing through her vagina made the vixen shudder 
with 
joy, but Fiona shook off the feeling. This was important work! Bubbling 
a 
little air down into the goo, Fiona forced her pussy to 'fart,' blowing 
a 
good-sized bubble. Fiona laughed out loud, seeing the perfect white 
sphere 
nestled between her puffy orange netherlips. As soon as the second mind 
was 
stowed in the new balloon, she tied that one off as well and set it 
beside 
the first one. Turning on her side, sloshing and gurgling quite a bit, 
Fiona 
curled around her lovers-to-be. As she poked the faintly-luminous 
balloons 
around on the bed, she wondered which was which...and which had enjoyed 
their trip more. Smirking, Fiona took up the first balloon, and exerted 
her 
will over it. It went limp in her paws, becoming a much larger balloon, 
simply uninflated, like she had been when Jake had gotten her. Willing 
the 
neck of the balloon to loosen again, Fiona sensuously slipped the 
balloon's 
valve between her lips and began to blow. Slowly, the new 
balloon-creature 
took shape. The torso bulged, then the limbs half-inflated and flopped 
about. It was slightly disturbing, knowing that this inflatable doll 
was 
really a person... Shrugging off the feeling, Fiona finished blowing 
up...Jake. Yes, it was Jake. Once the last breath was in, Fiona took 
the 
balloon neck and tucked it back inside Jake's rear. He blinked slowly, 
turning his head to gaze on Fiona.
        "I made it... Feel so funny... Where's Rachel?" Fiona motioned to the 
other 
softly-glowing balloon.
        "Give me a minute." She grinned, and repeated the process with Jake's 
mate. 
He watched, enraptured, as Rachel's wide hips, bobbing breasts, and 
beautiful face took shape as Fiona's breath flowed in. At last, she too 
awoke, and immediately smiled beatifically.
        "I feel so gooooood..." She whispered, running her hands over her 
body. 
Jake noticed suddenly that the two of them were softer and 
more...cartoony 
than they had been. On top of that, they were both still a milky, 
translucent white. They looked more like ghosts than balloons! Oh well, 
nothing a bit of shape-changing practice couldn't take care of... They 
had 
plenty of time to get it right. Jake turned his attention back to his 
fellow 
balloons. Fiona hugged both of them to her soft belly and nippled 
globes, 
murrrrrrrrrrrrring with delight!
        "Ohhhhh, we three are going to have SO much fun!" Jake and Rachel 
giggled, 
seeing the look on Fiona's face. Their response was simultaneous.
        "We knew that."
 

THE END?
 

(Well, that's my second balloonie fantasy. Whatcha all think? Write and 
tell 
me, at Yaounde3@hotmail.com, or page #mail me on Tapestries as 
Animakitty, 
or as just Anima on FurryMUCK. Love ya!
Anima)