The Other Balloon

Abigail chewed on her one of her fingernails. Her boyfriend was with that "balloon" again. The "other" balloon. That blimp. That useless immobile blob.

She watched from the balcony, looking out onto the yard and down to the large canopy sitting at the center of the garden. A massive gazebo, the only shelter for her boyfriend's "prized possession." He told her that she mattered more than that balloon in the garden, that she was special and had a life to live with him. But jealousy seethed in her chest every time she saw him, out there with "her."

Inside this gazebo was a huge orb of a woman. She was inflated all the time, constantly. A richly tanned dark brown orb. With massive breasts that glistened in the sunrise light. Clad in only stretched tight strings that barely covered her clit and nipples, pinching into her sides, and accentuating just how massively full she was. Abigail's boyfriend spoiled this balloon. He'd go out to see her almost every day, he'd massage her, rub her skin with scented lotion. He'd inflate her more, shoving that hose into her mouth, her ass, her vagina, her belly button, her nipples. Making sure that his precious water balloon was always as tight as she could handle. She'd sweat out some of the liquid and she'd gradually loosen up, and he'd fill her bigger.

When Abigail first moved in with her boyfriend, she thought the massive blimp was his wife. His baby ball swelling to bursting with his children. But no. There was nothing in her but water.

Why hadn't he burst that bitch already? Abigail thought to herself over and over. Why is he keeping her? Why is he still inflating her? Why does he shove his cock into her whenever he gets the urge? Was it just to make her feel jealous? He didn't inflate her every day, hell they barely had inflation sex at all. He didn't massage her skin with lotion or oil. He didn't buy her skimpy elastic outfits that could swell to massive sizes. He only did that for his precious water balloon. She felt her blood boil thinking about it. watching as that brainless blimp finished giving him a blowjob. He patted the water balloon's side as he straightened himself up and headed back inside. Back inside to take a shower.

Abigail's mind was made up.

She waited until she was sure he was in the shower, before headed out into the garden. She walked up to the gazebo, up to that massive blimped bitch. She always looked in a daze, so drunk off her inflation Abigail doubted she was even aware of her surroundings.

She thought of all the thing she could say to her. Call her useless, that she's been replaced, that she didn't deserve him. But no words would speak louder than action.

She pressed the long sharp heel of her high heels against the balloon's turgid side. The balloon whimpered, wobbled, glistening and shiny. And with a cruel grin, she shoved her heel into the balloon.

With a huge, wet, splash the balloon exploded and spilled a torrent of water across the garden. Drenching the grass, flooding and tearing up the flower beds, the scraps littering the round. She was knocked over by the massive flood of water that came from her boyfriend's favorite balloon. Now, maybe Abigail could be his favorite.

As her jealous rage passed she realized how stupid that thought truly was. Her boyfriend wouldn't suddenly treasure her after this, why would he? She just popped his balloon, his favorite balloon. It was only hitting her now that she couldn't take it back. She couldn't put the burst bimbo back together.

Her blood ran cold when her boyfriend called her name. He sounded in shock. What could she say? How could she possibly explain herself? She tried, she tried to verbalize how she felt he was neglecting her in favor of that blimp bitch, tried to appeal that she wanted to be his and his alone. She wanted to be special.

It was with barely any words he demanded she go inside. Abigail wasn't sure what else to do, she considered running but what could she do? He probably had security cameras that watched over his balloon. If he wanted to he could have her arrested and popped for bursting another maliciously on his property.

He told her to strip, and she did. Heart racing, head pounding. He told her to shove one of their air hoses into her butt. And she did. What else could she do? She couldn't take it back. He turned on the tank and just watched. Abigail inflated, she tried to find words but she just couldn't. She watched him and... he didn't have an erection, not even a little. He wasn't enjoying this, her inflation, not one bit. She bit her lip, she tried to apologize but. It was useless. His mind was made.

She tried to enjoy her inflation, tried to focus on the sensation of her body filling and tightening. Of her sensitive skin growing ever more delicate. All she craved was his touch but he wouldn't give it. He even stopped watching when her arms were too conical to remove the hose. He just stood up and left. Leaving Abigail to inflate alone. To burst alone.

It was just a mistake... she thought. One she couldn't take back.

Abigail tried to savor her explosion. But it came with so little ceremony, so little passion. No matter how tight she felt, no matter how sensitive, how throbbing she was. Just a quick BANG and she was gone.

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Abigail's boyfriend went to watch the security tape. He watched it over and over. Watching Abigail walk up to his balloon, the slow, sadistic, push of her heel into the helpless blimp. He put Abigail out of his mind and just savored his balloon. Watching her as she suddenly exploded through no fault of her own. That look of surprise.

That made him feel aroused. That brought passion to his dick. On some level he always intended to pop her. This would have to do, it wasn't what he had in mind but it would suffice.

He grew up with his precious balloon. She was a life long companion. He kept her and inflated her to keep her as safe as could be. Maybe he shouldn't have tried to have another woman in his life when he had her. His childhood friend, his life love. He supposes that was a mistake.

But he'll treasure his memory of her, and smiled. That they were together as long as they were.