If you can read this... :: Popping Library

I step outside my house, my heart racing. It was a cold Monday morning, so despite my chunkier size, I opted to leave in my fairly standard work boots, khaki pants, and trenchcoat.

The difference in my wardrobe was my shirt. Instead of the basic pattern t-shirt or polo shirt I usually wore, I chose a special blue t-shirt. On it was a message, supposedly only able to be read by certain people. If the website was true, I was one of the lucky few who could read it.

It read “If you can read this, pop me like a cheap balloon.”

I could only hope the website told the truth, but as I walked through town to the outdoor food court, nobody was reacting to the exceptionally vulgar words painted in bright pink and red on my chest.

This took me from excited nervousness to confidence, as it seemed that I was safe from public humiliation.

Until someone could read the text.

But I would cross that bridge when it arrives. For now, the 40-minute walk left me hungry.

I went to Burger King, grabbing my normal meal, a burger meal as well as a strawberry shake. I sat down at one of the corner tables, explicitly facing the greater court.

Before I dug in, I scanned the food court, making sure that no minors were present. But the fact it was only midday on a Monday, so only adults were around and could see me.

My mind at peace with this, I dug into my meal. It wasn’t until I was finishing the burger and shake that someone sat at the table across from me.

She was a bit taller than me, wearing a flowing blue dress and knee-high high-heeled black leather boots. She had a tray of Burger King, identical to what I ordered, sitting in front of her. It was clear from my expression that I wasn’t a social person to random people.

She laughed a sultry laugh, saying “With your shirt, I’m surprised you are so timid~” I nervously swallowed the last of my burger, the reality of someone seeing the shirt and acting upon it here.

“So~,” She said as she playfully dipped her finger into the shake and twirled it. “Before we begin the fun, I gotta feed the hungry balloon~”

She slid the tray to my side of the table, licking her finger clean of the shake. I nervously looked, already feeling full from the last meal, but complied.

It was difficult, at least at first. But as I ate more and more, I found it easier and easier to finish the meal. I sat back, only now noticing that the woman had seated herself next to me.

She traced her finger onto my chin, gently grabbing it and pulling me into a kiss. Her lips tasted sweet, and when we broke it off, she said “There we go, now the real fun begins~”

I barely had time to react before she dropped her form, the blue rubber demoness form in front of me. I was a bit shocked, but looking around no one else seemed to care.

“Ah Ah Ah~ Can’t have anyone disturbing me while I play with my cheap balloon~”

I couldn’t even react before her tail slid it’s self inside my backside, making me double over and moan out.

I quickly clasped my hands over my mouth, but the very audible moan was largely ignored, the only person who reacted gave me a noticeable scowl for being loud in public.

She leaned in close, making the tail lightly shake inside me, and whispered “I told you~ Now just relax, and enjoy your fantasies you stupid balloon~”

She mimed grabbing a ball in the air, and I immediately felt the effects. My stuffed gut surged out an inch, feeling hollow. My eyes darted around, and yet again, nobody overly cared.

She playfully squeezed the ball a few times, my potbelly ballooning out around 3 inches and making my shirt begin to ride up. She stopped to rub my belly, saying “Doing so well~ Enjoying this, my cheap balloon~?”

I was too aroused at this point to say anything, and instinctively my hand began to reach toward my crotch. But before I could do something about my arousal, my hand was quickly held by the demoness.

“Ah Ah Ah~ Balloons like you don’t get to play without their owner’s permission.” She forced my hand onto my belly, and I found that I couldn’t move either hand off my belly.

I whimpered, and wanted to complain, but she put her finger on my lips and said “Good balloons speak only when they are allowed~”

Silently pouting, I discovered I was able to still move the hand on the belly, so I did that as she continued to squeeze the ball and swell me up.

Fwish, Fwish

When my inflator took a pause, my belly rested at a foot in diameter, My shirt was little more than a makeshift bra for my chest, which also began swelling.

She laughed, stroking my smooth balloon body. I shuddered, glad that I clean-shaved my body for the first time for this. An action she seemed to notice, as she said “Does my balloon like that? Here’s a fun challenge for you~”

Her tail snaked its way inside my pants, coiling around my dick.

When I jumped, she stuck a stick of gum in her mouth. While she chewed, she said, “If my balloon can hold out for 5 minutes, then when I think he’s big enough, I’ll bring him home to play with for as long as he wants~”

After finishing that part, she began to blow a bubble with the gum. “But if he can’t hold out, well…” She puffed into the gum, it popping with a soft pop.

She licked the gum back into her mouth, and said “Does this simple naughty balloon agree~?” I shook my head, my excitement hitting its apex.

“Good Boy~ Now to prepare~” She lightly twisted her hand, and a rubbery clock appeared on the table. It read out “5:00” in deep red numbers, and she said “Sorry for the change in how I blow up my balloon, but I need both my hands~”

The confusion almost overwrote my excitement, but before I could think, she mimed twisting a valve, a notable hisssss filling the space. In the brief moment I could see in front of me, my eyes darted across the food court.

As always, most were unreactive, although I was still happy everyone present was an adult. I did, however, catch a few people embarrassed and doing their best to not ogle my growing body. Then my belly surged forward, knocking me a bit back and making me look toward the sky.

I couldn’t see my demon inflator, but after I swelled out another foot, I felt her. She had put her hands and face onto my belly, while her tail began to stroke. I tried to keep quiet, but the demoness said “I’ll get more fervent if you keep quiet~”

Despite the surprising thrill of the idea of being reduced to tatters, I really wanted to see what playing at home entailed, so I did my best to hold on and not orgasm to her touch, while still not holding my voice back.

2 feet went to 3 feet. Her hands and tail picked up in speed, making me shiver, moan, and twitch as I felt the struggle of not orgasming to her attack.

I surged out another foot. The demoness picked up the pace of her touching. My shiver turned into a shudder as I was barely hanging on.

As I started to get confident in my ability to succeed at her game, she suddenly slapped the side of my balloon gut. The pressure and sudden stimuli of the hit made me lose control, my dick twitching and orgasming in my pants.

The orgasm was the hardest I had ever had, and when it finally finished, I fell back onto the ground, my balloon body wobbling. As I panted and whined, the alarm rang, showing I had failed the demoness’ challenge.

She walked over to me, laughing as she said “Oh no, the simple pervert couldn’t withstand my challenge~” She looked over the crowd, seemingly locking eyes with a few of the people in the crowd.

“Well, this was an amazing time~ Maybe I’ll see you again… But who knows?” Before I could say anything, she lifted her heel and dug it into my balloon body, blowing me into pieces with a loud POW.

The demoness watched with excitement as her heel popped the naughty boy like the cheap balloon he was. As scraps, clothing pieces, and trash flew around due to the force of pop, she looked around.

As she hoped, the spell was still active. Most went about their days, completely uncaring about what was happening and likely going to forget once this area leaves their vision.

But a few watched. A collection of various men and women, who seemingly were ripe to be the demoness’ plaything. As the remnants of the cheap balloon scattered in the wind, she turned to one of them, casting a spell on the rest to make them want to stay.

As she sauntered up to the second of her many balloons, she laughed. Today would be a very fun day for her, all started by some cheap balloon boy.