The Girl In The Window
02.05.19
Vicky
Today was pretty ordinary apart from the event that happened this morning that I can’t stop thinking about. It was probably nothing, but I have to know!
I woke up and opened my curtains. I just happened to notice someone moving in the house across from me. From my window, I have a pretty good view of my neighbour’s conservatory. I’m not the nosy type, but I noticed something round and bright red. A balloon!
If I walk into a room and there happens to be a balloon in the corner, I immediately notice it. I also get a rush of anxiety, fear and excitement. All at once. If it’s out of the way, I can just admire it. Especially if it’s blown nice and big. But if it’s on the floor, or someone is playing with it, I can’t relax. I’m always on edge, waiting for it to pop.
I used to be terrified of them. Now I can, on occasion, pop them. It’s still scary, but I make myself do it. Why? Because just the thought of popping, turns me on like nothing else.
Anyway, I notice this guy sitting in his conservatory, blowing up a balloon. I know I shouldn’t be snooping, but I couldn’t help but watch. I hardly ever see guys blowing balloons.
He blows it until it gets to a normal size. I expected him to stop and tie it off. I thought it must be for a party or something.
He seemed to hesitate a bit before I see the balloon getting bigger. Was he just being careless? I thought. Then I see how big the neck is.
I’m not sure if he stopped blowing or was struggling, but the balloon was in his lips for quite a while. I wish I could’ve had a closer look. I suddenly notice he’s wearing ear muffs. I didn’t take it in before, I was too focused on the balloon.
If he was wearing ear muffs did that mean he expected a pop? I found out soon enough.
He looked like he was huffing and puffing much more determinedly now. I heard a faint bang as it popped. I wouldn’t have given it much attention if I wasn’t watching. I saw him flinch, then take off the ear muffs. I waited to see if he would do it again, but he went into another room.
I couldn’t believe what I had just witnessed. Did he feel the same way about balloons as me? Surely not, I’ve never heard of anyone being like me. I’m just overthinking this. But why else would he do that? Was he testing some new ear muffs? Was it just a bit of fun? Lung exercise? Who knows? I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s driving me mad!
I got a little horny after seeing that. I felt a bit guilty, but couldn’t help it. I took one of my balloons and lay in bed, halfheartedly trying to blow until it popped. I gave up after the neck came out.
I have to be really determined to have any hope of succeeding. I’ve only managed it a few times. I ended up blowing it up and letting the air out a few times while I touched myself.
I always feel silly afterwards. I’m pretty sure I’m the only person in the world that gets pleasure doing this.
02.05.19
Travis
Well I did it. It’s always hard when you haven’t done it in a while. I’d forgotten how loud they were, even with ear protection. My goal was to do it once. Good thing too, because I doubt I could’ve done it a second time.
At least I don’t have to worry about anyone hearing or finding broken shards now I’ve got my own place. I’m fact, I might leave those shards in the conservatory. Something to remember my first blow to pop in my new house by.
It’s weird living on my own. I could pop a whole packet of balloons, or completely fill a room with them, and no one will care. Such freedom.
I need a new goal. If I stop popping, my fear will just come back again. Tomorrow I will blow three of those tight bastards until they pop! Oh god, my hands are shaking at the thought. How will I manage that? Why are they so loud?
03.05.19
Vicky
I saw him blowing balloons again! I got up a little earlier and looked at my neighbour’s house. I was slightly disappointed when we wasn’t there.
I was making breakfast, when I saw him blowing another balloon. The view from the kitchen isn’t great, so I immediately ran to my room. He had an overinflated balloon against his lips. I waited for it to pop, barely containing my excitement. He stopped though, and let some air out. I had wanted him to keep going so bad...
He then stabbed it with a knife and quickly blew another up. This one wasn’t as big. He burst it with his nails I think, I couldn’t really see. Couldn’t hear the pop either. The third balloon, he stamped on. He almost looked angry. He then left, leaving me a little disappointed.
Perhaps this is just a stress reliever for him. That makes sense. I feel so bad for watching, but it’s not hurting anyone.
I got a good look at him as he was leaving his house. He’s tall, athletic, and has a trimmed beard. Didn’t see his hair as he was wearing a cap. Looks quite handsome. I can’t get the image of him blowing that red balloon out my head.
I blew up a balloon and had a little ride on it after he was done. What would he think if he saw the effect he had on me?
03.05.19
Travis
I couldn’t do it! I tried, but when it got tight, all I could think of, was how loud the last one had been. The three balloons I had set aside all popped though. Just not in the way I had hoped. I have to punish myself now. Otherwise I’ll never get anywhere.
Tomorrow I have to endure a pump to pop of something bigger. A fourteen inch should suffice. Then, it’s back to my previous goal.
I don’t care how scared I get, I’m going to force myself to do it. I will get over this stupid fear, then I can enjoy myself.
I taped a balloon to an electric pump ready for tomorrow. Three more eleven inch are sitting on the sofa waiting.
I’ve made a rule. I’m not allowed to touch a balloon until I’ve succeeded. That means no playing in bed, no stuffing balloons in my clothes, and certainly no naked riding.
04.05.19
Vicky
I waited for him today. Good thing too, because I got quite the show. I saw him sit down and fiddle with something on a table next to him. Suddenly a balloon begins filling up. He backs away a little as it grows and grows. It was bigger than the previous balloons. It got a huge neck, then seemed to stop getting bigger. The pump seemed to be struggling. He waited a while, looking scared. He was holding the ear muffs tightly. Then he reached over to turn the pump off when it exploded in his face. It was almost funny how much he jumped.
When happened next really got me going. He began blowing up another balloon by mouth. When it got pretty big, he just stared at it for a while. I was crossing my fingers, hoping with all my heart that he would keep going.
He suddenly stands up and blows really fast. I heard the pop from my window. Then he did it again. I’ve never seen anyone blow a balloon so fast. I was so wet when he had finished the third balloon.
After he went, I took that balloon I blew up the other day, and started blowing hard. I imagined him with those balloons and guess what? I actually did it! The balloon exploded right in my face. I was scared and aroused at the same time.
I tried it with another and got so close! The neck was rubbing against my lips when I orgasmed. I didn’t have the courage after to finish it. I reckon I would’ve done it otherwise.
I did something really cheeky afterwards that I kinda regret now. He was out and I had an idea of posting him some balloons to see what he would do. Before I knew it, I had a package containing a few balloons with “pop me” written on them. I put it through his door.
Am I turning into a stalker or something? I’m getting a bit obsessed, aren’t I? I guess I’ll find out what he does tomorrow.
04.05.19
Travis
My punishment worked. It was terrifying. The balloon just wouldn’t pop. Last time I’m using a pump. Anyway, I didn’t want to have to go through that again, so made sure to fulfil my goal. I blew three of those horrible tight balloons until they burst. The last one really stung my lip. Will I ever enjoy this? I desperately want to.
When I got back today, there was a package on the doorstep. Inside was a few balloons. There was no note or anything, but someone had written “pop me” on them. Where on earth did they come from? Who would be sending me balloons? No one knows about my thing. Unless someone had saw what I’ve been doing... There’s a few houses that could possibly see my conservatory. I guess it’s not the best place for privacy, it is made of glass. I should probably drop doing it in there.
Someone sent me these though. If they had been watching, I guess they’d want to see me pop these too. Tomorrow I’ll go out there at the same time and keep a lookout for anyone. I should pop these mystery balloons for my next challenge.
05.05.19
Travis
I think I’ve caught the person that’s been watching me. A girl, around my age. Or maybe I just imagined it. Anyway, I survived the scariest thing I could possibly think of today. Never again!
It started with me blowing up one of those new balloons I received. I was determined, and blew it up until it popped without too much anxiety. I then looked around and caught a girl looking directly at me from her window. She quickly disappeared when I turned around, but she’d been watching, I’m sure of it. I popped a second balloon the same way and glanced at the window. I saw her peaking from behind a curtain.
The thought of this girl watching me, was a bit of a turn on. Was it her that sent me the balloons? Was she a looner too? I suddenly wanted to show off. If she wants to watch, she’d get a show!
Without really thinking it through, I grabbed a 24 inch balloon and started blowing. I soon regretted it. How could I bring myself to pop this? What was I thinking? She was still watching though. I couldn’t give up now, I was trying to impress a girl.
I think I almost had a panic attack. I didn’t realise quite how big and tight it would get. I just kept blowing and blowing, trying not to think about what was about to happen. I’d never been so scared. When it finally popped, I was completely unprepared for the enormous explosion. The force of the pop was incredible. All the neighbours must’ve heard. I hoped that girl enjoyed it. I certainly didn’t.
I quickly checked if she was still watching (she was) then I went into my room to relieve myself. I intended to have a proper session, and blew up a few balloons to stuff in my clothes. I came before the third balloon got stuffed. I’m leaving the balloons on my floor for tomorrow.
05.05.19
Vicky
He caught me watching! I’m actually glad he did, because otherwise I wouldn’t have witnessed that spectacle.
I waited for him once again, wondering if he’d continue after I sent him the package. I thought it might’ve creeped him out.
He was there as usual though. I felt a thrill go through me when I realised it was one of the balloons I sent him. A nice transparent orange one.
He finished it off so quickly with no hesitation at all. Then he turned around and looked right at me. I panicked and quickly ducked out the way. I wasn’t sure if he saw or not. After a minute or so, I peaked back out, and caught the end of another blow to pop. My yellow balloon!
He looked straight at my window afterwards. It was then that I knew I’d been caught. He disappeared and I was worried that I’d scared him off. I certainly wouldn’t feel comfortable with a stranger watching me with balloons.
He then returned with a huge balloon in his hands. I noticed him glance at my window once more before he started to blow.
He couldn’t stop looking at me to begin with. I gave up trying to hide. He knew I was there. The balloon got so big! I was scared for him. Even though I was far away, I still wanted to cover my ears.
He forgot about me as the balloon neared the end. I didn’t think he’d do it. The neck was huge! It took ages before it burst. I could hear the bang clearly. He checked I was still watching before he left.
Did he do that for me? I like to think so. I tried to do a blow to pop myself afterwards, but the balloon wouldn’t pop! I got too scared and had to stop. I didn’t let the air out though. I clipped it shut (I was afraid to tie it) and rubbed it against myself. The balloon burst suddenly, making me jump. I finished myself by hand, and got dressed.
I think I’m going to send him another package tomorrow. I’ll get up early and put it through his door. He’s going to get an airship balloon. I’m too much of a wuss to blow them up all the way. Let’s see what he’ll do with it.
06.05.19
Travis
This is beginning to feel like torture now. The girl sent me another balloon. A big long one. She obviously expected me to pop it like the others. I don’t know if she thinks I enjoy this, or whether she just loves to watch me struggle.
I feel like I have to do it. She’s sending me free balloons after all. I hated every second. Well actually that’s not true. I was loving it until it began getting tight.
I sat in the conservatory and waited until she appeared at the window. Then I looked right at her and started blowing. She didn’t try to hide this time. I was turned on and enjoying putting on this show for her. Then I realised I was going to have to keep blowing until it burst. It’s what she expects now. I’ve spoiled her.
I almost passed out from fear when the neck began filling. I had no idea they could get that big. It was longer than me. I was going to stop, but she looked so excited. Her face was right against the window.
I felt sick. I wanted to do this for her, but it was so scary. I somehow managed to force myself to just keep blowing.
When it finally popped, I was close to tears. It honestly wasn’t as bad as I was expecting, but the anticipation was too much. She looked at me and mimed blowing a balloon until it burst with her hands. She wanted me to do it again. I pretended I didn’t see and went to my room. I felt ashamed, but couldn’t bring myself to do it again.
06.05.19
Vicky
This is the best thing ever! I can’t believe I can just send this guy balloons and he’ll pop them for me. I wonder if he enjoys himself as much as I do.
I’m pretty sure he was waiting for me. As soon as I went to the window, he looked at me and started blowing up my balloon. We both watched each other as he continued to blow. I had no idea the balloon was that big. I’d always been scared to fill the big ones up.
When I realised he was going to pop it, I became quite aroused. I had to contain my excitement and simply observe. I never dreamed it could go so big. It even got a neck! He’s so brave.
The balloon ripped into pieces with a boom. I wanted more and tried to tell him to do it again. He didn’t see though, and went back inside. I waited for a bit, but he didn’t return.
I was a little disappointed and grabbed the nearest balloon and just kept blowing into it until it burst in my face. It was a bit of a shock. For some reason I didn’t expect it to be so violent. In fact, it shook me up so much, I didn’t even feel like playing after. I wish I was brave like him.
07.05.19
Travis
I saw her waiting again this morning. I couldn’t bring myself to do it this time though. She’d expect me to pop again, and I’m not sure I’m ready yet. I can’t keep putting myself through this. I need to learn to enjoy balloons again. I’m going to give it a few days until I begin to crave them once more
10.05.19
Vicky
I’ve been waiting for him to pop more balloons the last few days, but he hasn’t done it since. Has he been unwell, or maybe he’s grown bored of it?
Perhaps he just run out of balloons. I think I’m going to send him a pack, just in case.
11.05.19
Vicky
I was laying in bed this morning, when I heard a muffled bang. I didn’t think much of it at first. Then it happened again. I immediately sat up and opened my curtains.
He was sitting on a big balloon with shorts on, no shirt, and had another balloon in his lips. There was balloons all over the floor. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
I watched as he blew a few until they popped, then began sitting on more. He popped all of them, while I got increasingly excited. He looked at me for a while when he was done. I was feeling brave, and grabbed my own balloon. I blew it up in front of the window.
He was definitely interested. Didn’t look away for a moment. I wanted to do a blow to pop like he did, but was too nervous. So instead, I put as much air in as I dared, then popped it with my nails. I made sure he couldn’t see. From his view it would’ve looked like a blow to pop.
I feel bad for cheating, but I wanted to impress him. When I was done, he quickly left. I got myself off privately afterwards, wondering if he was doing the same.
I needed to know if he felt the same. I put a note with my number inside a balloon and put it through his door. I could’ve knocked, but I was too shy. What would I say?
I’ve heard nothing yet. I’m hoping he just hasn’t popped it yet and found the note. Or maybe he’s not really interested. I need to know though.
11.05.19
Travis
I felt bad for ghosting her. I know she had been waiting for me, but I just couldn’t do it. Today I finally manned up. This morning I blew up loads of balloons and waited for her. I decided to try a few blow to pops for practice. It was hard but I did it. She must’ve heard because she soon appeared at the window.
Seeing her in her dressing gown, turned me on, and I started popping. I don’t know if she’s a looner, but if she wasn’t, she might be now. When I was finished, she did her own blow to pop. I almost came on the spot. It was totally unexpected. I’ve never seen something so hot.
I wanted to wait to see if she’d do any more, but I was going to explode. When I got back from the bathroom, she had gone.
I got another package from her today. A single balloon. I’ll pop it for her in the morning. Maybe she’ll return the favour
12.05.19
Vicky
A thrill went through me when I saw him waiting with my balloon. Once again, he looked directly at me at started to blow. It didn’t take long at all for it to reach full size, but it seemed to take forever to pop. The neck filled in two of his breaths. After that it didn’t seem to get any bigger. I wish I could’ve felt how tight it was getting.
Eventually it did burst. I don’t blame him for jumping, the anticipation must’ve been unbearable. The note I had written had fallen out. He picked it up, then glanced at me. I saw him get his phone out and instantly knew what he was about to do.
I grew quite nervous as I waited. My phone rung and I hesitantly picked it up. I had no idea what I was going to say.
It was a bit awkward at first. He introduced himself as Travis, and thanked me for the balloons. Then he asked why I liked watching him. He sounded curious.
I just said something about finding it pretty cool and impressive and quickly asked why he’d been doing it.
Travis said he used to be scared of popping, and wanted to practice so he could get over it. I had a feeling that was only part of the truth. He then asked if I wanted to see him blow another up.
I said okay, trying not to sound too excited about it. He quickly grabbed another balloon and started blowing it up. It was so much better now I could hear him blowing. I stayed silent, enjoying the sound of his breath.
He slowed down as the balloon got tight, and asked if it was big enough. I’m pretty sure he only said it so I would tell him to keep blowing.
I asked him to keep blowing until it popped. Well actually it was more of a demand.
When he stopped again, I pretty much begged him to pop it. I must’ve given myself away by that point. He definitely knew my secret.
The pop didn’t sound that good through the phone, but it was better than nothing.
He then asked if I wanted to see him do it up close. My heart started racing. I wanted to say yes, but the thought was so scary. I wasn’t sure if I was ready. I said I was a bit busy and maybe we’d do it another day.
He sounded a little disappointed and said he had to go too. He was about to hang up, but I quickly stopped him. I grabbed my own balloon and started blowing it up in front of the window.
He didn’t say anything, and just watched. When I’d blown it as big as I dared, I told him I was a bit afraid.
Now it was his turn to beg.
“Come on, you can do it! Just a bit more. Please pop it!”
He did it for me, so I couldn’t say no. It was really scary but I managed it for him. The pieces exploded all over my window.
He quickly said he had to go and we’d speak again soon. I knew exactly what effect I’d had on him.
I got myself off too. I would’ve blown up a balloon, but I was too nervous after the pop.
I need him to do it for me up close. I don’t care how scary it is!
12.05.19
Travis
That was an interesting day. I wasn’t expecting her number to be inside that balloon she gave me. I almost wasn’t able to pop it. It had got really tight and I had to calm myself down before I could continue. I didn’t want her to know I was scared, so I pretended I was blowing.
I found out her name is Vicky, and although she didn’t admit it, I’m sure balloons turn her on too. That blow to pop she did was so hot. She even pretended she was scared. I bet she wasn’t though. She’s definitely braver than me.
When I finished watching, I went to my room and got on a balloon. I must’ve lasted about three seconds.
Later in the day, I found myself thinking about her. I looked at her window and noticed the shards were still stuck to it. I got a little horny again and got on my bed. I blew up lots of balloons, then went in a sleeping bag. I stuffed as many balloons in as I could, then started to inflate an airship balloon inside.
I blew it until it was so tight I could barely breathe. I’ve always been too nervous to take it that far before. I want Vicky to blow for me. She wouldn’t stop until it pops. The thought is getting me going again...
13.05.19
Vicky
I’ll never forget what happened today. At first I was scared, but by the end I was in complete control and the fear went away. I need to do this again!
Travis texted me this morning asking if I wanted to go round to his. He said he wanted my help with popping some balloons. I couldn’t say no, even if the thought scared me. I went straight to his house before I could change my mind.
He wasn’t expecting me this early, so was still in his pjs. He said he would go and get dressed, but I said he didn’t need to. What I wanted, is to find out if balloons turned him on. That would be easy to see in his loose leggings.
There was a packet of balloons on the table. I boldly grabbed one, and started blowing. It was impossible for him to hide it. My suspicions were confirmed almost immediately.
I was brave enough to blow until the neck was tight, but couldn’t finish it. Travis started backing away a little, until I stopped and tied it. I pretended not to see his boner, and started blowing another one.
I think I blew up five in total, before he tried to excuse himself to the bathroom. I said it could wait, and offered him a balloon.
He looked pretty uncomfortable blowing it up for me. I think he was a bit embarrassed. I would be too if I had a cock. At this point, I don’t think he knew I was turned on.
Travis was about to tie off the balloon like I had done, but I stopped him, asking him to take it all the way. He looked me right in the eye and took a big breath. That’s when I felt the first wave of fear.
I would have no control. He would certainly pop it without hesitation. Or so I thought.
He blew a bit more, but suddenly stopped, saying he couldn’t do it. I realised he was shaking.
“Why not?” I asked. He replied, saying he was scared.
I almost let him stop, being scared myself, but I didn’t. I needed to experience this.
“Pop it, or I’m leaving. Then perhaps we’ll take care of that.” I said, glancing between his legs. His cock was pointing at me inside his leggings.
It certainly had the required effect. His eyes widened and he quickly started blowing again. It got much bigger than I thought it would. I got really nervous and covered my ears. He blew faster when he saw I was scared too.
When it exploded in his face, we both jumped. I stepped forward and looked him in the eye.
“May I?” I asked, reaching towards his cock. He nodded, looking nervous. I took it out and held it, grabbing a balloon with my other hand. I knelt down and starting blowing.
It must’ve been too much for him. He came before the balloon was tight. Slightly disappointed, I continued to blow. I let go of him, and continued blowing closer to his face.
It was his turn to cover his ears. When the neck began to grow, he asked me to stop. I had intended on stopping, but now I wanted to tease him.
Just a little bigger. I thought. As the neck bulged against my lips, he started begging for me to stop. He was scared of me! I felt powerful and suddenly I knew I just had to pop it.
I didn’t feel shy at all then. I was in complete control, and loving it. I pushed the balloon into his face and kept going.
I wasn’t even scared. Seeing this tough guy flinch away from me, unlocked something deep within.
The pop was loud! I barely jumped though. He looked at me in fear, wondering what I’d do next.
“Same thing tomorrow?” I asked. He opened his mouth, but couldn’t get the words out. I smiled, then went home so I could get myself off.
I’m having so much fun coming up with ideas of what I could do tomorrow.
13.05.19
Travis
She scares me, but I want her to do it again. At least I think I do. When she first arrived, I thought she was a bit nervous. She didn’t pop those balloons, and she acted scared when I did that blow to pop.
Then she showed her true colours. She’s completely fearless! I begged her to stop but she wouldn’t listen. Having someone else do it, was way scarier than doing it on my own. Especially when the balloon was so close to my face.
She texted me just now, saying she’s only done a few blow to pops before. She’s coming to try it again tomorrow. I don’t know whether that means she’s not a looner, or if she used to be too scared. Seeing her this morning, that’s hard to believe.
Maybe blow to pops don’t do it for her. But then she had looked so into it. Perhaps she just loves scaring people. It did feel pretty good when she was acting like she was afraid. I felt so brave then.
Not so much now though. That look in her eyes when I begged her to stop... She was determined. Nothing would’ve stopped her.
When she first started blowing that balloon, I was so turned on, that I came almost as soon as she touched me. I didn’t expect her to keep going.
I’m dreading tomorrow. She’s going to take things further I reckon. I’m too scared to tell her not to pop any. She might do the opposite. I wish I never mentioned popping now. We could’ve just had fun blowing them up.
14.05.19
Vicky
The other day I thought I fancied him. Now... The thought of scaring him, turns me on more than seeing him pop balloons. My fantasies have gone from Travis blowing balloons in my face, to the exact opposite.
I feel so bad about my fantasies. I want to torture him with balloons and make him beg and cry. It’s so mean, but the thought gets me going.
This morning, I grabbed a few different balloons before leaving to see Travis again. A 12 inch, 14 inch, 17 inch and a donut balloon. I knew he’d have more if I ran out. I’ve never popped anything bigger a 14 inch. Never blown to pop anything over 12.
When he opened the door, I went straight inside and sat on the sofa like I owned the place. I immediately began stretching my 12 inch. It was a light pink colour.
“Umm Vicky...” He began. I ignored him and started blowing. He watched from across the room. I took it to rated size before hesitating. Was I really going to do this? I glanced at him. Travis was covering his ears. For whatever reason, that gave me a boost of courage.
I filled the neck up as causally as I could, pretending I wasn’t too bothered about popping it. I was scared though. Especially as it got tight. I tried my best not to flinch as it burst.
I was shaking, but I don’t think he noticed. I took out the 14 inch. A purple crystal. I saw him take a step back. Instead of blowing, I walked over to him and placed it in his hands.
He looked at me fearfully, but didn’t say anything.
“Blow it up.” I told him.
“H-how big?” He stammered.
“As big as you want.” I watched, wondering how big he’d make it.
When the neck began to grow, I started getting nervous. I thought he was going to pop it. He didn’t though. Travis tried to tie it off when it was halfway to his lips.
I snatched the balloon off him and bit on the mouthpiece. It was soaked in his saliva. His eyes widened as I took a deep breath. I blew hard, then gave it back to him.
“Your turn.” I said. He nervously put another breath in, then glanced at me, wondering what he was supposed to do next. I grabbed it roughly off him and put a breath in of my own.
After a few rounds of this, he refused to blow any more.
“I can’t, let’s do something else.” He said.
I pressed the balloon to my lips, took a step closer, then started blowing determinedly. He immediately covered his ears. I backed him into a corner and continued forcing air in until it exploded in his face. We were both covered in spit.
I felt his cock, wondering if he was as horny as me. It was only half erect. Obviously the fear had won over. I leaned in and kissed him until I felt him harden up. Then I pulled out the 17 inch.
He froze. “No, Vicky, please!” The wall blocked his escape.
I grabbed him and kissed him a little more, calming him down before I teased him again.
“Think this’ll be loud?” I asked, showing him the yellow balloon.
“Don’t do this, Vicky. Let’s just take this slow.” He begged.
“I can blow slowly if you want. It’ll make it last longer.” I said, putting a long slow breath into the balloon.
“Don’t pop it.”
“But I want to. It’s my balloon.” I filled it a little more.
“Not so close to me!”
I started blowing it properly then, wanting this over with. I didn’t know how long I could hide my own fear.
As the balloon got bigger, I pressed it into him. He sighed a little. He enjoyed it until the neck began filling up. It was huge! I made him hold it for me as I kept blowing it bigger.
I didn’t want him covering his ears this time. I said I had a whole bag of these balloons and I’d pop them all if he let go.
I needed something to take my mind off the balloon. If I thought about it popping, I’d get too scared. I stared into his eyes, and just focused on his reaction. He stared back, looking pretty nervous. He had stopped begging now, obviously knowing it was useless.
It was such a relief when it finally burst. The shards went absolutely everywhere.
I took my final balloon out my pocket and let him see. It was the donut balloon. I had tried blowing one up before, but the way it bulged had scared me. I couldn’t completely fill it. Nothing was going to stop me this time though.
I unzipped his fly and pulled his jeans down. He suddenly realised what I was doing.
“No no no, Vicky, don’t do that!” He begged.
He was flaccid, so I had no problem getting his cock through the hole of the balloon. As I put my first breath in, his dick sprang to life.
The front side of the balloon filled up first. I kept blowing, hoping it wouldn’t pop yet.
“You’re not going to pop it are you?” He asked nervously.
I just looked up at him and smiled. As the balloon started to get a donut shape, he came. That didn’t bother me though, and I kept blowing.
I was surprised by how big the balloon got. He was hard again by the time it started getting tight. I wished I was him right then. I’d never get to experience this.
“Stop, it hurts!” He said suddenly.
I continued blowing it bigger. He wasn’t going to stop my fun. A neck started to form. I had no idea these balloons could get necks. It excited me even more. Him too, because he came again.
“It’s gonna pop, please stop. It’ll hurt me!” He said in fear.
“Think I care?” I asked. I just wanted it to go bang.
The neck was at my lips. I felt a little bad, but couldn’t help myself. I would’ve taken it off his cock, and blown it in his face, but it was on tight.
“Vicky! Please, I’ll do anything.” He tried to pull away, but couldn’t.
The balloon exploded in my face. It was loud and messy. He let out a cry.
I grabbed his hand and lead him to the sofa. I pushed him firmly on his back and climbed on his lap. I wanted to fuck him, but he was limp. I started kissing him to try and get him horny.
It seemed to take ages before I felt his stiff cock press against me. I undressed and did him on the sofa.
It was me who climaxed first. That was a nice surprise. It so rarely happens. When I was done, I got off him.
“Wait, I’m not done.” He said, sounding a little timid.
“Have any balloons around? I could sort you out.” I said.
“N-no, I run out.” He stammered. It was clearly a lie.
“Guess I’ll have to bring more tomorrow then.” I got dressed, then let myself out.
I could do this everyday. I’m worried he might lose the fear if I keep visiting him though. It wouldn’t be so fun then. I better enjoy it while I can.
Vicky
Today was pretty ordinary apart from the event that happened this morning that I can’t stop thinking about. It was probably nothing, but I have to know!
I woke up and opened my curtains. I just happened to notice someone moving in the house across from me. From my window, I have a pretty good view of my neighbour’s conservatory. I’m not the nosy type, but I noticed something round and bright red. A balloon!
If I walk into a room and there happens to be a balloon in the corner, I immediately notice it. I also get a rush of anxiety, fear and excitement. All at once. If it’s out of the way, I can just admire it. Especially if it’s blown nice and big. But if it’s on the floor, or someone is playing with it, I can’t relax. I’m always on edge, waiting for it to pop.
I used to be terrified of them. Now I can, on occasion, pop them. It’s still scary, but I make myself do it. Why? Because just the thought of popping, turns me on like nothing else.
Anyway, I notice this guy sitting in his conservatory, blowing up a balloon. I know I shouldn’t be snooping, but I couldn’t help but watch. I hardly ever see guys blowing balloons.
He blows it until it gets to a normal size. I expected him to stop and tie it off. I thought it must be for a party or something.
He seemed to hesitate a bit before I see the balloon getting bigger. Was he just being careless? I thought. Then I see how big the neck is.
I’m not sure if he stopped blowing or was struggling, but the balloon was in his lips for quite a while. I wish I could’ve had a closer look. I suddenly notice he’s wearing ear muffs. I didn’t take it in before, I was too focused on the balloon.
If he was wearing ear muffs did that mean he expected a pop? I found out soon enough.
He looked like he was huffing and puffing much more determinedly now. I heard a faint bang as it popped. I wouldn’t have given it much attention if I wasn’t watching. I saw him flinch, then take off the ear muffs. I waited to see if he would do it again, but he went into another room.
I couldn’t believe what I had just witnessed. Did he feel the same way about balloons as me? Surely not, I’ve never heard of anyone being like me. I’m just overthinking this. But why else would he do that? Was he testing some new ear muffs? Was it just a bit of fun? Lung exercise? Who knows? I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s driving me mad!
I got a little horny after seeing that. I felt a bit guilty, but couldn’t help it. I took one of my balloons and lay in bed, halfheartedly trying to blow until it popped. I gave up after the neck came out.
I have to be really determined to have any hope of succeeding. I’ve only managed it a few times. I ended up blowing it up and letting the air out a few times while I touched myself.
I always feel silly afterwards. I’m pretty sure I’m the only person in the world that gets pleasure doing this.
02.05.19
Travis
Well I did it. It’s always hard when you haven’t done it in a while. I’d forgotten how loud they were, even with ear protection. My goal was to do it once. Good thing too, because I doubt I could’ve done it a second time.
At least I don’t have to worry about anyone hearing or finding broken shards now I’ve got my own place. I’m fact, I might leave those shards in the conservatory. Something to remember my first blow to pop in my new house by.
It’s weird living on my own. I could pop a whole packet of balloons, or completely fill a room with them, and no one will care. Such freedom.
I need a new goal. If I stop popping, my fear will just come back again. Tomorrow I will blow three of those tight bastards until they pop! Oh god, my hands are shaking at the thought. How will I manage that? Why are they so loud?
03.05.19
Vicky
I saw him blowing balloons again! I got up a little earlier and looked at my neighbour’s house. I was slightly disappointed when we wasn’t there.
I was making breakfast, when I saw him blowing another balloon. The view from the kitchen isn’t great, so I immediately ran to my room. He had an overinflated balloon against his lips. I waited for it to pop, barely containing my excitement. He stopped though, and let some air out. I had wanted him to keep going so bad...
He then stabbed it with a knife and quickly blew another up. This one wasn’t as big. He burst it with his nails I think, I couldn’t really see. Couldn’t hear the pop either. The third balloon, he stamped on. He almost looked angry. He then left, leaving me a little disappointed.
Perhaps this is just a stress reliever for him. That makes sense. I feel so bad for watching, but it’s not hurting anyone.
I got a good look at him as he was leaving his house. He’s tall, athletic, and has a trimmed beard. Didn’t see his hair as he was wearing a cap. Looks quite handsome. I can’t get the image of him blowing that red balloon out my head.
I blew up a balloon and had a little ride on it after he was done. What would he think if he saw the effect he had on me?
03.05.19
Travis
I couldn’t do it! I tried, but when it got tight, all I could think of, was how loud the last one had been. The three balloons I had set aside all popped though. Just not in the way I had hoped. I have to punish myself now. Otherwise I’ll never get anywhere.
Tomorrow I have to endure a pump to pop of something bigger. A fourteen inch should suffice. Then, it’s back to my previous goal.
I don’t care how scared I get, I’m going to force myself to do it. I will get over this stupid fear, then I can enjoy myself.
I taped a balloon to an electric pump ready for tomorrow. Three more eleven inch are sitting on the sofa waiting.
I’ve made a rule. I’m not allowed to touch a balloon until I’ve succeeded. That means no playing in bed, no stuffing balloons in my clothes, and certainly no naked riding.
04.05.19
Vicky
I waited for him today. Good thing too, because I got quite the show. I saw him sit down and fiddle with something on a table next to him. Suddenly a balloon begins filling up. He backs away a little as it grows and grows. It was bigger than the previous balloons. It got a huge neck, then seemed to stop getting bigger. The pump seemed to be struggling. He waited a while, looking scared. He was holding the ear muffs tightly. Then he reached over to turn the pump off when it exploded in his face. It was almost funny how much he jumped.
When happened next really got me going. He began blowing up another balloon by mouth. When it got pretty big, he just stared at it for a while. I was crossing my fingers, hoping with all my heart that he would keep going.
He suddenly stands up and blows really fast. I heard the pop from my window. Then he did it again. I’ve never seen anyone blow a balloon so fast. I was so wet when he had finished the third balloon.
After he went, I took that balloon I blew up the other day, and started blowing hard. I imagined him with those balloons and guess what? I actually did it! The balloon exploded right in my face. I was scared and aroused at the same time.
I tried it with another and got so close! The neck was rubbing against my lips when I orgasmed. I didn’t have the courage after to finish it. I reckon I would’ve done it otherwise.
I did something really cheeky afterwards that I kinda regret now. He was out and I had an idea of posting him some balloons to see what he would do. Before I knew it, I had a package containing a few balloons with “pop me” written on them. I put it through his door.
Am I turning into a stalker or something? I’m getting a bit obsessed, aren’t I? I guess I’ll find out what he does tomorrow.
04.05.19
Travis
My punishment worked. It was terrifying. The balloon just wouldn’t pop. Last time I’m using a pump. Anyway, I didn’t want to have to go through that again, so made sure to fulfil my goal. I blew three of those horrible tight balloons until they burst. The last one really stung my lip. Will I ever enjoy this? I desperately want to.
When I got back today, there was a package on the doorstep. Inside was a few balloons. There was no note or anything, but someone had written “pop me” on them. Where on earth did they come from? Who would be sending me balloons? No one knows about my thing. Unless someone had saw what I’ve been doing... There’s a few houses that could possibly see my conservatory. I guess it’s not the best place for privacy, it is made of glass. I should probably drop doing it in there.
Someone sent me these though. If they had been watching, I guess they’d want to see me pop these too. Tomorrow I’ll go out there at the same time and keep a lookout for anyone. I should pop these mystery balloons for my next challenge.
05.05.19
Travis
I think I’ve caught the person that’s been watching me. A girl, around my age. Or maybe I just imagined it. Anyway, I survived the scariest thing I could possibly think of today. Never again!
It started with me blowing up one of those new balloons I received. I was determined, and blew it up until it popped without too much anxiety. I then looked around and caught a girl looking directly at me from her window. She quickly disappeared when I turned around, but she’d been watching, I’m sure of it. I popped a second balloon the same way and glanced at the window. I saw her peaking from behind a curtain.
The thought of this girl watching me, was a bit of a turn on. Was it her that sent me the balloons? Was she a looner too? I suddenly wanted to show off. If she wants to watch, she’d get a show!
Without really thinking it through, I grabbed a 24 inch balloon and started blowing. I soon regretted it. How could I bring myself to pop this? What was I thinking? She was still watching though. I couldn’t give up now, I was trying to impress a girl.
I think I almost had a panic attack. I didn’t realise quite how big and tight it would get. I just kept blowing and blowing, trying not to think about what was about to happen. I’d never been so scared. When it finally popped, I was completely unprepared for the enormous explosion. The force of the pop was incredible. All the neighbours must’ve heard. I hoped that girl enjoyed it. I certainly didn’t.
I quickly checked if she was still watching (she was) then I went into my room to relieve myself. I intended to have a proper session, and blew up a few balloons to stuff in my clothes. I came before the third balloon got stuffed. I’m leaving the balloons on my floor for tomorrow.
05.05.19
Vicky
He caught me watching! I’m actually glad he did, because otherwise I wouldn’t have witnessed that spectacle.
I waited for him once again, wondering if he’d continue after I sent him the package. I thought it might’ve creeped him out.
He was there as usual though. I felt a thrill go through me when I realised it was one of the balloons I sent him. A nice transparent orange one.
He finished it off so quickly with no hesitation at all. Then he turned around and looked right at me. I panicked and quickly ducked out the way. I wasn’t sure if he saw or not. After a minute or so, I peaked back out, and caught the end of another blow to pop. My yellow balloon!
He looked straight at my window afterwards. It was then that I knew I’d been caught. He disappeared and I was worried that I’d scared him off. I certainly wouldn’t feel comfortable with a stranger watching me with balloons.
He then returned with a huge balloon in his hands. I noticed him glance at my window once more before he started to blow.
He couldn’t stop looking at me to begin with. I gave up trying to hide. He knew I was there. The balloon got so big! I was scared for him. Even though I was far away, I still wanted to cover my ears.
He forgot about me as the balloon neared the end. I didn’t think he’d do it. The neck was huge! It took ages before it burst. I could hear the bang clearly. He checked I was still watching before he left.
Did he do that for me? I like to think so. I tried to do a blow to pop myself afterwards, but the balloon wouldn’t pop! I got too scared and had to stop. I didn’t let the air out though. I clipped it shut (I was afraid to tie it) and rubbed it against myself. The balloon burst suddenly, making me jump. I finished myself by hand, and got dressed.
I think I’m going to send him another package tomorrow. I’ll get up early and put it through his door. He’s going to get an airship balloon. I’m too much of a wuss to blow them up all the way. Let’s see what he’ll do with it.
06.05.19
Travis
This is beginning to feel like torture now. The girl sent me another balloon. A big long one. She obviously expected me to pop it like the others. I don’t know if she thinks I enjoy this, or whether she just loves to watch me struggle.
I feel like I have to do it. She’s sending me free balloons after all. I hated every second. Well actually that’s not true. I was loving it until it began getting tight.
I sat in the conservatory and waited until she appeared at the window. Then I looked right at her and started blowing. She didn’t try to hide this time. I was turned on and enjoying putting on this show for her. Then I realised I was going to have to keep blowing until it burst. It’s what she expects now. I’ve spoiled her.
I almost passed out from fear when the neck began filling. I had no idea they could get that big. It was longer than me. I was going to stop, but she looked so excited. Her face was right against the window.
I felt sick. I wanted to do this for her, but it was so scary. I somehow managed to force myself to just keep blowing.
When it finally popped, I was close to tears. It honestly wasn’t as bad as I was expecting, but the anticipation was too much. She looked at me and mimed blowing a balloon until it burst with her hands. She wanted me to do it again. I pretended I didn’t see and went to my room. I felt ashamed, but couldn’t bring myself to do it again.
06.05.19
Vicky
This is the best thing ever! I can’t believe I can just send this guy balloons and he’ll pop them for me. I wonder if he enjoys himself as much as I do.
I’m pretty sure he was waiting for me. As soon as I went to the window, he looked at me and started blowing up my balloon. We both watched each other as he continued to blow. I had no idea the balloon was that big. I’d always been scared to fill the big ones up.
When I realised he was going to pop it, I became quite aroused. I had to contain my excitement and simply observe. I never dreamed it could go so big. It even got a neck! He’s so brave.
The balloon ripped into pieces with a boom. I wanted more and tried to tell him to do it again. He didn’t see though, and went back inside. I waited for a bit, but he didn’t return.
I was a little disappointed and grabbed the nearest balloon and just kept blowing into it until it burst in my face. It was a bit of a shock. For some reason I didn’t expect it to be so violent. In fact, it shook me up so much, I didn’t even feel like playing after. I wish I was brave like him.
07.05.19
Travis
I saw her waiting again this morning. I couldn’t bring myself to do it this time though. She’d expect me to pop again, and I’m not sure I’m ready yet. I can’t keep putting myself through this. I need to learn to enjoy balloons again. I’m going to give it a few days until I begin to crave them once more
10.05.19
Vicky
I’ve been waiting for him to pop more balloons the last few days, but he hasn’t done it since. Has he been unwell, or maybe he’s grown bored of it?
Perhaps he just run out of balloons. I think I’m going to send him a pack, just in case.
11.05.19
Vicky
I was laying in bed this morning, when I heard a muffled bang. I didn’t think much of it at first. Then it happened again. I immediately sat up and opened my curtains.
He was sitting on a big balloon with shorts on, no shirt, and had another balloon in his lips. There was balloons all over the floor. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
I watched as he blew a few until they popped, then began sitting on more. He popped all of them, while I got increasingly excited. He looked at me for a while when he was done. I was feeling brave, and grabbed my own balloon. I blew it up in front of the window.
He was definitely interested. Didn’t look away for a moment. I wanted to do a blow to pop like he did, but was too nervous. So instead, I put as much air in as I dared, then popped it with my nails. I made sure he couldn’t see. From his view it would’ve looked like a blow to pop.
I feel bad for cheating, but I wanted to impress him. When I was done, he quickly left. I got myself off privately afterwards, wondering if he was doing the same.
I needed to know if he felt the same. I put a note with my number inside a balloon and put it through his door. I could’ve knocked, but I was too shy. What would I say?
I’ve heard nothing yet. I’m hoping he just hasn’t popped it yet and found the note. Or maybe he’s not really interested. I need to know though.
11.05.19
Travis
I felt bad for ghosting her. I know she had been waiting for me, but I just couldn’t do it. Today I finally manned up. This morning I blew up loads of balloons and waited for her. I decided to try a few blow to pops for practice. It was hard but I did it. She must’ve heard because she soon appeared at the window.
Seeing her in her dressing gown, turned me on, and I started popping. I don’t know if she’s a looner, but if she wasn’t, she might be now. When I was finished, she did her own blow to pop. I almost came on the spot. It was totally unexpected. I’ve never seen something so hot.
I wanted to wait to see if she’d do any more, but I was going to explode. When I got back from the bathroom, she had gone.
I got another package from her today. A single balloon. I’ll pop it for her in the morning. Maybe she’ll return the favour
12.05.19
Vicky
A thrill went through me when I saw him waiting with my balloon. Once again, he looked directly at me at started to blow. It didn’t take long at all for it to reach full size, but it seemed to take forever to pop. The neck filled in two of his breaths. After that it didn’t seem to get any bigger. I wish I could’ve felt how tight it was getting.
Eventually it did burst. I don’t blame him for jumping, the anticipation must’ve been unbearable. The note I had written had fallen out. He picked it up, then glanced at me. I saw him get his phone out and instantly knew what he was about to do.
I grew quite nervous as I waited. My phone rung and I hesitantly picked it up. I had no idea what I was going to say.
It was a bit awkward at first. He introduced himself as Travis, and thanked me for the balloons. Then he asked why I liked watching him. He sounded curious.
I just said something about finding it pretty cool and impressive and quickly asked why he’d been doing it.
Travis said he used to be scared of popping, and wanted to practice so he could get over it. I had a feeling that was only part of the truth. He then asked if I wanted to see him blow another up.
I said okay, trying not to sound too excited about it. He quickly grabbed another balloon and started blowing it up. It was so much better now I could hear him blowing. I stayed silent, enjoying the sound of his breath.
He slowed down as the balloon got tight, and asked if it was big enough. I’m pretty sure he only said it so I would tell him to keep blowing.
I asked him to keep blowing until it popped. Well actually it was more of a demand.
When he stopped again, I pretty much begged him to pop it. I must’ve given myself away by that point. He definitely knew my secret.
The pop didn’t sound that good through the phone, but it was better than nothing.
He then asked if I wanted to see him do it up close. My heart started racing. I wanted to say yes, but the thought was so scary. I wasn’t sure if I was ready. I said I was a bit busy and maybe we’d do it another day.
He sounded a little disappointed and said he had to go too. He was about to hang up, but I quickly stopped him. I grabbed my own balloon and started blowing it up in front of the window.
He didn’t say anything, and just watched. When I’d blown it as big as I dared, I told him I was a bit afraid.
Now it was his turn to beg.
“Come on, you can do it! Just a bit more. Please pop it!”
He did it for me, so I couldn’t say no. It was really scary but I managed it for him. The pieces exploded all over my window.
He quickly said he had to go and we’d speak again soon. I knew exactly what effect I’d had on him.
I got myself off too. I would’ve blown up a balloon, but I was too nervous after the pop.
I need him to do it for me up close. I don’t care how scary it is!
12.05.19
Travis
That was an interesting day. I wasn’t expecting her number to be inside that balloon she gave me. I almost wasn’t able to pop it. It had got really tight and I had to calm myself down before I could continue. I didn’t want her to know I was scared, so I pretended I was blowing.
I found out her name is Vicky, and although she didn’t admit it, I’m sure balloons turn her on too. That blow to pop she did was so hot. She even pretended she was scared. I bet she wasn’t though. She’s definitely braver than me.
When I finished watching, I went to my room and got on a balloon. I must’ve lasted about three seconds.
Later in the day, I found myself thinking about her. I looked at her window and noticed the shards were still stuck to it. I got a little horny again and got on my bed. I blew up lots of balloons, then went in a sleeping bag. I stuffed as many balloons in as I could, then started to inflate an airship balloon inside.
I blew it until it was so tight I could barely breathe. I’ve always been too nervous to take it that far before. I want Vicky to blow for me. She wouldn’t stop until it pops. The thought is getting me going again...
13.05.19
Vicky
I’ll never forget what happened today. At first I was scared, but by the end I was in complete control and the fear went away. I need to do this again!
Travis texted me this morning asking if I wanted to go round to his. He said he wanted my help with popping some balloons. I couldn’t say no, even if the thought scared me. I went straight to his house before I could change my mind.
He wasn’t expecting me this early, so was still in his pjs. He said he would go and get dressed, but I said he didn’t need to. What I wanted, is to find out if balloons turned him on. That would be easy to see in his loose leggings.
There was a packet of balloons on the table. I boldly grabbed one, and started blowing. It was impossible for him to hide it. My suspicions were confirmed almost immediately.
I was brave enough to blow until the neck was tight, but couldn’t finish it. Travis started backing away a little, until I stopped and tied it. I pretended not to see his boner, and started blowing another one.
I think I blew up five in total, before he tried to excuse himself to the bathroom. I said it could wait, and offered him a balloon.
He looked pretty uncomfortable blowing it up for me. I think he was a bit embarrassed. I would be too if I had a cock. At this point, I don’t think he knew I was turned on.
Travis was about to tie off the balloon like I had done, but I stopped him, asking him to take it all the way. He looked me right in the eye and took a big breath. That’s when I felt the first wave of fear.
I would have no control. He would certainly pop it without hesitation. Or so I thought.
He blew a bit more, but suddenly stopped, saying he couldn’t do it. I realised he was shaking.
“Why not?” I asked. He replied, saying he was scared.
I almost let him stop, being scared myself, but I didn’t. I needed to experience this.
“Pop it, or I’m leaving. Then perhaps we’ll take care of that.” I said, glancing between his legs. His cock was pointing at me inside his leggings.
It certainly had the required effect. His eyes widened and he quickly started blowing again. It got much bigger than I thought it would. I got really nervous and covered my ears. He blew faster when he saw I was scared too.
When it exploded in his face, we both jumped. I stepped forward and looked him in the eye.
“May I?” I asked, reaching towards his cock. He nodded, looking nervous. I took it out and held it, grabbing a balloon with my other hand. I knelt down and starting blowing.
It must’ve been too much for him. He came before the balloon was tight. Slightly disappointed, I continued to blow. I let go of him, and continued blowing closer to his face.
It was his turn to cover his ears. When the neck began to grow, he asked me to stop. I had intended on stopping, but now I wanted to tease him.
Just a little bigger. I thought. As the neck bulged against my lips, he started begging for me to stop. He was scared of me! I felt powerful and suddenly I knew I just had to pop it.
I didn’t feel shy at all then. I was in complete control, and loving it. I pushed the balloon into his face and kept going.
I wasn’t even scared. Seeing this tough guy flinch away from me, unlocked something deep within.
The pop was loud! I barely jumped though. He looked at me in fear, wondering what I’d do next.
“Same thing tomorrow?” I asked. He opened his mouth, but couldn’t get the words out. I smiled, then went home so I could get myself off.
I’m having so much fun coming up with ideas of what I could do tomorrow.
13.05.19
Travis
She scares me, but I want her to do it again. At least I think I do. When she first arrived, I thought she was a bit nervous. She didn’t pop those balloons, and she acted scared when I did that blow to pop.
Then she showed her true colours. She’s completely fearless! I begged her to stop but she wouldn’t listen. Having someone else do it, was way scarier than doing it on my own. Especially when the balloon was so close to my face.
She texted me just now, saying she’s only done a few blow to pops before. She’s coming to try it again tomorrow. I don’t know whether that means she’s not a looner, or if she used to be too scared. Seeing her this morning, that’s hard to believe.
Maybe blow to pops don’t do it for her. But then she had looked so into it. Perhaps she just loves scaring people. It did feel pretty good when she was acting like she was afraid. I felt so brave then.
Not so much now though. That look in her eyes when I begged her to stop... She was determined. Nothing would’ve stopped her.
When she first started blowing that balloon, I was so turned on, that I came almost as soon as she touched me. I didn’t expect her to keep going.
I’m dreading tomorrow. She’s going to take things further I reckon. I’m too scared to tell her not to pop any. She might do the opposite. I wish I never mentioned popping now. We could’ve just had fun blowing them up.
14.05.19
Vicky
The other day I thought I fancied him. Now... The thought of scaring him, turns me on more than seeing him pop balloons. My fantasies have gone from Travis blowing balloons in my face, to the exact opposite.
I feel so bad about my fantasies. I want to torture him with balloons and make him beg and cry. It’s so mean, but the thought gets me going.
This morning, I grabbed a few different balloons before leaving to see Travis again. A 12 inch, 14 inch, 17 inch and a donut balloon. I knew he’d have more if I ran out. I’ve never popped anything bigger a 14 inch. Never blown to pop anything over 12.
When he opened the door, I went straight inside and sat on the sofa like I owned the place. I immediately began stretching my 12 inch. It was a light pink colour.
“Umm Vicky...” He began. I ignored him and started blowing. He watched from across the room. I took it to rated size before hesitating. Was I really going to do this? I glanced at him. Travis was covering his ears. For whatever reason, that gave me a boost of courage.
I filled the neck up as causally as I could, pretending I wasn’t too bothered about popping it. I was scared though. Especially as it got tight. I tried my best not to flinch as it burst.
I was shaking, but I don’t think he noticed. I took out the 14 inch. A purple crystal. I saw him take a step back. Instead of blowing, I walked over to him and placed it in his hands.
He looked at me fearfully, but didn’t say anything.
“Blow it up.” I told him.
“H-how big?” He stammered.
“As big as you want.” I watched, wondering how big he’d make it.
When the neck began to grow, I started getting nervous. I thought he was going to pop it. He didn’t though. Travis tried to tie it off when it was halfway to his lips.
I snatched the balloon off him and bit on the mouthpiece. It was soaked in his saliva. His eyes widened as I took a deep breath. I blew hard, then gave it back to him.
“Your turn.” I said. He nervously put another breath in, then glanced at me, wondering what he was supposed to do next. I grabbed it roughly off him and put a breath in of my own.
After a few rounds of this, he refused to blow any more.
“I can’t, let’s do something else.” He said.
I pressed the balloon to my lips, took a step closer, then started blowing determinedly. He immediately covered his ears. I backed him into a corner and continued forcing air in until it exploded in his face. We were both covered in spit.
I felt his cock, wondering if he was as horny as me. It was only half erect. Obviously the fear had won over. I leaned in and kissed him until I felt him harden up. Then I pulled out the 17 inch.
He froze. “No, Vicky, please!” The wall blocked his escape.
I grabbed him and kissed him a little more, calming him down before I teased him again.
“Think this’ll be loud?” I asked, showing him the yellow balloon.
“Don’t do this, Vicky. Let’s just take this slow.” He begged.
“I can blow slowly if you want. It’ll make it last longer.” I said, putting a long slow breath into the balloon.
“Don’t pop it.”
“But I want to. It’s my balloon.” I filled it a little more.
“Not so close to me!”
I started blowing it properly then, wanting this over with. I didn’t know how long I could hide my own fear.
As the balloon got bigger, I pressed it into him. He sighed a little. He enjoyed it until the neck began filling up. It was huge! I made him hold it for me as I kept blowing it bigger.
I didn’t want him covering his ears this time. I said I had a whole bag of these balloons and I’d pop them all if he let go.
I needed something to take my mind off the balloon. If I thought about it popping, I’d get too scared. I stared into his eyes, and just focused on his reaction. He stared back, looking pretty nervous. He had stopped begging now, obviously knowing it was useless.
It was such a relief when it finally burst. The shards went absolutely everywhere.
I took my final balloon out my pocket and let him see. It was the donut balloon. I had tried blowing one up before, but the way it bulged had scared me. I couldn’t completely fill it. Nothing was going to stop me this time though.
I unzipped his fly and pulled his jeans down. He suddenly realised what I was doing.
“No no no, Vicky, don’t do that!” He begged.
He was flaccid, so I had no problem getting his cock through the hole of the balloon. As I put my first breath in, his dick sprang to life.
The front side of the balloon filled up first. I kept blowing, hoping it wouldn’t pop yet.
“You’re not going to pop it are you?” He asked nervously.
I just looked up at him and smiled. As the balloon started to get a donut shape, he came. That didn’t bother me though, and I kept blowing.
I was surprised by how big the balloon got. He was hard again by the time it started getting tight. I wished I was him right then. I’d never get to experience this.
“Stop, it hurts!” He said suddenly.
I continued blowing it bigger. He wasn’t going to stop my fun. A neck started to form. I had no idea these balloons could get necks. It excited me even more. Him too, because he came again.
“It’s gonna pop, please stop. It’ll hurt me!” He said in fear.
“Think I care?” I asked. I just wanted it to go bang.
The neck was at my lips. I felt a little bad, but couldn’t help myself. I would’ve taken it off his cock, and blown it in his face, but it was on tight.
“Vicky! Please, I’ll do anything.” He tried to pull away, but couldn’t.
The balloon exploded in my face. It was loud and messy. He let out a cry.
I grabbed his hand and lead him to the sofa. I pushed him firmly on his back and climbed on his lap. I wanted to fuck him, but he was limp. I started kissing him to try and get him horny.
It seemed to take ages before I felt his stiff cock press against me. I undressed and did him on the sofa.
It was me who climaxed first. That was a nice surprise. It so rarely happens. When I was done, I got off him.
“Wait, I’m not done.” He said, sounding a little timid.
“Have any balloons around? I could sort you out.” I said.
“N-no, I run out.” He stammered. It was clearly a lie.
“Guess I’ll have to bring more tomorrow then.” I got dressed, then let myself out.
I could do this everyday. I’m worried he might lose the fear if I keep visiting him though. It wouldn’t be so fun then. I better enjoy it while I can.