“Mph! Mmmph! Mmmmph!” Cute muffled utterances and flexing of previously hidden digits deep within recessed divots punctuated the enormous flushed orb. A series of gentle creaking and groaning as it teetered gently in place, nearly filling the room with its immensity as I realized what I was seeing in fact was not an overinflated blimp, but an overinflated person. And the odd design on its surface was actually ruined clothing stretched several times past its limits and on the verge of bursting off of the poor woman if it didn’t squeeze her to her own explosive end first.

“Jesus Christ Zen…..what did you do to her?” I muttered in quiet shock.

“Oh that one! She’s a cutie isn’t she? Yeah well anyway we met on the interwebz didn’t we my sweet Buggy?” Zen’s words were viciously sweet as they were poisonous, as sharp as the nail that gently tickled at the poor woman’s side.

“MMMPH!”

“Yeah well, we got into an online argument and she said some really hurtful things.” Zen pouted cutely, those soft kissable lips poking out as she made herself the very picture of contrite. “So I turned the other cheek, and wished all the success in the world on her. A chance to really blow up!” She cocked her hip, jabbing the spherical woman in the deep recess of her belly button prompting a squealing moan. As sharp as she kept her nails, she was truly playing with fire. “….along with the understanding that every like, reshare, comment and slightest bit of internet attention she garnered would coalesce inside of her poor cute little tum tum…”

It wasn’t little anymore.

“Needless to say, I disconnected the hex a while ago. She was on track to actually blow up. Turns out she’s quite popular. And now she’s allllll mine…” Zen cooed, hugging the woman in a delightful squish of overheated pneumatic flesh and her own warm soft bosom. A loud creaking rent the air along with an exasperated breathy moan.

“God…..does it hurt?” I asked horrified but also intrigued.

Zen snorted, blowing out an amused breath. “She’s came no less than 10 times since her first hour as a living balloon. If it hurts, it hurts good. I’ve never inflated myself. But I’ve gotten no complaints. Just the odd begging to turn them back in the beginning. Which quickly devolves into begging for more.”

I swallowed nervously as “Buggy” pulsed oddly, feet kicking as what I now recognized to be throes of pleasure rebounded deep inside. All that pressure surely. “I see……”

Zen smiled coyly, leaning her round backside against the rounder groaning woman anmidst a lot of squealing and squeaking. So much so for a moment, I was sure she’d find herself suddenly sitting on the ground amidst latex like scraps, my ears pounding from the sudden percussive boom that would’ve surely rent the air.

But nothing happened other than the immense damp spot between her toys legs growing ever bigger, and a series of throatier moans. Though I couldn’t see her face I’m sure her eyes would be firmly rolled back into her head.

“Now. Are you going to ask me more about my personal hobbies? Or are you going to ask me for what brought you here….”

I gulped nervously.