Holly had just gone to Sophie's house to have another looning session. Unfortunately Sophie had just told her that she had ran out of balloons.
“I've got a load more coming. They're meant to arrive today. Why don't you stay a bit, hopefully they'll come while you're here.” Says Sophie. “I don't think I've ever told you how I became a looner, have I? Sit down and I'll tell you how it all happened.”
Holly and Sophie cuddle up together under a blanket on the sofa. Sophie begins her story.
“I think it started when I was at school. That's the first time I can remember inflating a balloon anyway. We were making something and needed a balloon. Most of the class didn't blow them that big but there were a few that were more daring. I blew mine up till it seemed to be the right size but wondered if it could get any bigger. I think we were making paper-mâché pots or something, and I wanted mine to be the biggest. I carried on going until my balloon was by far the biggest in the class. I realised that the neck was starting to expand and wanted to know if the whole thing would inflate. People started paying attention to me as I kept going even though it was starting to get tighter. A few people next to me put their fingers in their ears and one girl begged me to stop. The neck was almost full by now and everyone's eyes were on me. I was enjoying the attention and put another big breath in. One more breath and it would be completely full. I didn't know whether to stop then and have the biggest, tightest balloon in the class or keep going. I thought about it while putting in the last breath that would completely fill the neck. If I stop now I'll never know how big it would get. I decided that I would keep going until I couldn't blow any more or it popped. I took a deep breath when the teacher must have realised what was going on. “Sophie that's enough, you're going to pop it!”
Disappointed, I took it away from my mouth and let a little air out so that I could tie it. My friend who was sitting next to me whispered “Were you really going to pop it?”
I said I would have tried.
“You're so brave, I could never do that.”
Then another girl I didn't like much piped up. “I bet you couldn't have done it. You would've got scared or you'd be too weak to finish it.”
I said I would have easily done it if the teacher didn't stop me. She just ignored me. I really wanted to find out how close I was to popping it and wanted to prove that girl wrong.”
“Don't tell me you did a blow to pop after the teacher told you off?” Says Holly.
“No, I knew I wouldn't get away with that so near the end of the lesion, I managed to take another balloon without anyone realising and asked if I could go to the toilet. To my surprise the teacher let me, I thought she would tell me to wait till end of lesion. I practically ran to the toilets and locked the door. I pulled out the balloon and started stretching it. Looking at my watch, I realised the bell was going to go any second. I put the balloon to my lips and started blowing as fast as I could. When it was as big as the last one, I slowed down. I must admit I was pretty nervous then. I had no idea what to expect, only that it was going to be loud. The neck had just touched my fingers when the bell rang. I panicked, trying to get more air in and pop it before everyone started coming out of class. I was so tight and I didn't have any experience with balloons. This was my second one. The air kept escaping as I tried to blow more in. I heard people coming into the bathroom and had to quietly deflated the balloon.”
“That must have been so frustrating.” Says Holly “What happened next?”
“I was so annoyed. All I wanted was to find out how big it could get. I put the balloon in my pocket, hoping to get another opportunity before long.
When I got home, my mum said she was going to go shopping. My dad wasn't home from work yet. I had the house to myself. As soon as the door closed, I ran to my room and shut the door. I sat on my bed and started blowing up the balloon again. I didn't have to rush this time and it was easier to inflate. Soon the neck was full again. This time there were no distractions. I expected it to pop right after the neck was full but it didn't. It was hard to put the last few breaths in but I wasn't giving up now. When it finally popped, it was so loud that I think I screamed. I sat there for a few minutes in shock and amazement at how big it got. I wondered if I would be able to do it again, knowing how loud it would be. I remembered we had a party not that long ago and started searching the house for another balloon to try. It wasn't long before I found them in a drawer. I took a red one and went back to my room. I was a lot more nervous this time. I slowed right down when the neck started inflating. That was a mistake, should have done it quickly. Slowing inflating it made the anticipation much worse and by the time the neck was full my hands were shaking. I wasn't able to do it. I let some air out then tied it. I wasn't sure what to do next. I couldn't leave it there or someone would want to know what I was doing with it. I thought about popping it with a pin but that was boring. I sat on it, hoping it would pop. It didn't. Even after bouncing on it, I couldn't get it to pop. I was laying on my front, basically humping it. Although it wasn't sexual at this point, it was definitely a lot of fun. When it popped, I wasn't scared this time but it did make me jump. I wanted to do it again but my mum came back home. It was then I realised there were pieces of latex stuck to my wall from the blow to pop. I was still finding bits weeks after.”
So what happened after that?” Holly asks.
“The next day I was at school and had just had my lunch. I was talking to my friend on a bench outside in the sun. That girl that was taunting me yesterday comes over and drops an un-inflated balloon on the table.
“Still think you can blow it until it pops?” She asks me.
“Of course.” I replied. I was a little nervous after I couldn't blow to pop the second one yesterday, but I couldn't back down now.
“Go on then. Bet you can't do it.” I immediately grabbed it and put it to my mouth. I was determined to show her what I could do. I effortlessly blew it until the neck was tight then hesitated.
“What're you waiting for? You scared?”
There was a small crowd gathering now and I knew I had no choice. I put in one more breath, making it explode into loads of tiny pieces. A few girls screamed and then everyone started cheering. Then a teacher came over and told me to follow her. I thought I was going to be in big trouble.”
“But you only popped a balloon.” Says Holly “Kids do that all the time.”
“She asked me why I did it. I decided to act innocent. “I just wanted to see how big it would get. I didn't mean to pop it.”
“I heard you were scaring everyone yesterday by blowing up your balloon too big.”
“I guess I just got carried away.” I lied.
“You are brave. Just make sure it doesn't happen again. You may go.” She let me go and I went back to my friend. She was impressed. I never heard anything from that other girl. I was temped to dare her to pop one but didn't think I would get away with that.
After that I took balloons whenever I could. Unfortunately it wasn't always easy finding any and the bag in the drawer didn't last long. I took a few whenever I was alone. I always tried to blow to pop but could only do it half the time. If I couldn't blow to pop, I would sit or ride it to pop.”
“Do you know when it turned into a fetish?” Asks Holly.
“I think it happened over time without me realising it. It must've looked so hot when I was riding them till they popped. At first, I thought it was fun but it must have been more than that. Sometimes I would get really into it, lying on my front grinding hard into the balloon until it burst. After it popped, I was nearly always able to do a blow to pop right afterwards. I thought I just enjoyed the excitement of the pop.”
“Was there a time when you realised it was turning you on?”
“Yes. It happened on a school trip. We were staying away for a few nights at an activity centre. I hadn't been able to get any balloons in a while and was desperate to play with them again. After a morning of activities, we were allowed a break. You could spend money in the shop or play ball games in a field. I was on my way to the shop when I noticed some balloons on sticks outside. My heart started racing and I knew I just had to have one. I waited nearby until no one was around then ran to one of the balloons. My heart was in my mouth and my hands were shacking so much I almost wasn't able to take the balloon off the stick. It was pink and very transparent. Once I got it off, I let it deflate and quickly put it in my pocket. Then I walked the other way, hoping no one saw. I thought about running off into the woods nearby to do a blow to pop, but decided against it. I would properly get in trouble or ever worse get found out. I kept it in my pocket for the rest of the day. Every now and again I would put my hand in my pocket and feel the balloon, getting that nervous excitement each time. There was no way I could wait until I got home. I decided to wait until everyone's asleep then blow it up. I wouldn't be able to blow to pop it but an inflation was better than nothing.
That evening I lay in bed waiting to everyone to go to sleep. It seemed to take forever but finally at half eleven I took the balloon out of my pillowcase, where I had been hiding it. I didn't want to blow it up in the open in case someone turned the light on and saw it. I ended up putting it inside my pyjamas, that way I could feel it getting bigger even if I couldn't see it. I'm pretty sure this is when it turned sexual. After a few breaths, the feeling of the balloon growing bigger against my bare skin drove me wild. I almost forgot to keep quiet. Suddenly I felt the neck against my lips. I immediately stopped knowing it was about to pop. I let the air out, so I could do it again. This time I bent over and inflated it further down. When it was nearly full, it was touching my pussy. It felt so good I didn't realise until it was almost too late that the neck was bulging around my fingers. I hadn't felt excitement like this before and let some air out, so I could blow again and again. Then I started grinding against it, trying not to make a sound. After what must have been an hour after starting, I heard someone cough and made myself stop. I hid the balloon and went to sleep.
The next day I couldn't stop thinking about it. I had hid the balloon in my pillow again and was worrying that someone would find it. The day couldn't go past quick enough, I wanted nothing more than to lie in bed and inflate that balloon again. I kept day dreaming about blowing it against me until it popped. Never before had I wanted to pop a balloon so badly and the worse part was that I knew I wouldn't be able to do it for so long. There were more balloons outside the shop but there were always people around, so I couldn't take any. That night I lay in bed again waiting for everyone to sleep. I was desperate to start blowing. Finally, I couldn't wait any more and put the balloon back into my pyjamas and started to gently blow. It seemed bigger than the night before and this made by even more excited. I felt the neck begin to fill. I knew it was risky taking it this far but it felt too good to stop. It was the biggest balloon I had ever blown at the time. It must have been no more than 12 inches but felt bigger in the confined space. I hadn't popped a balloon in ages and every breath was driving me wild. The pop was inevitable.”
“You actually popped it?” Says Holly looking impressed.
“I sort of forgot where I was. I wasn't thinking that it could pop. All I knew in my state of euphoria was that each breath increased my pleasure. When it popped I suddenly remembered where I was and started panicking.”
“What happened, did you get in trouble?”
“No one knew what had happened. I'm pretty sure it woke everyone in the building. The lights went on and the teachers rushed in to find out what had happened. It stung where the balloon had popped against me but I barely noticed it. Luckily no one knew it came from me. The next day everyone was talking about the “bomb” that went off in the night. Most people just thought it was a prank. I was careful to clear all the pieces of balloon that covered the inside of my pyjamas. I was lucky, that was much too close for comfort. Imagine if someone had discovered me blowing to pop a balloon against my pussy. I would have probably died of embarrassment.
The next night I kept thinking about how good it felt and wanted to do it again on purpose. I couldn't sleep and eventually got out of bed. No one was around and I was feeling naughty. I brought my torch and checked the back door. To my surprise it was unlocked. Probably in case there was a fire or something. I went outside and walked to the shop. It wasn't far from the main building. All the balloons were there from the day before. I took one and held it for a bit. Then I opened my pyjama bottoms and stuffed the balloon inside. I rubbed it against myself for a few minutes but knowing I was pushing my luck I reluctantly took it out and deflated it. Then I took every balloon off their sticks and put them all in my pockets. I had collected about ten I think. I then quietly walked back inside and hid them in my bag.”
“You were a bit of a bad girl weren't you? First you do a blow to pop in the middle of the night, then you sneak outside and start pleasuring yourself before stealing all the balloons from the shop.” Holly jokes.
“If I hadn't taken those, it could've been months before I got the opportunity to get any more. Pretty sure it was a fetish from then on. Every time I played with balloons after that day, it wasn't just for innocent fun but for sexual pleasure. Went I went back to bed, I kept imagining all the things I could do with the balloons. After last night I didn't risk inflating one again because I know I would get carried away. As soon as I got home, I hid all my balloons in my room. Once I had the house to myself, I got them out. I believe it was two days after that school trip I had my first proper orgasm. I did two blow-to-pops first. I remember that really got me going and I only just managed to stop blowing the third one before it popped, so I could tie it. I stripped off and started riding it hard while blowing another until it burst in my face. I gasped as an intense pleasure went through my body and the balloon I was riding exploded underneath me.
Within a week I had used them all. I wasn't completely satisfied though and wanted bigger balloons. Eventually I got myself a bank account, so I could buy more balloons online. You should have seen my reaction when I saw the size of a 24 inch.
So that's how I became a looner.”
“Wow that was some story. I can't believe you've never told me it before.” Just then the door knocks. Sophie answers and comes in with a large box. “They're here! What shall we do?” Asks Sophie.
“I have an idea.” Holly begins. “How about we act out your story from your first balloon in that classroom, to the blow to pop on the school trip, and finally your first orgasm.”
“That's a great idea. I would love that so much. Let's get everything set up.”
For the rest of the day Holly and Sophie act out the story. At the end, Holly can't help but join in. They finish with riding a 24-inch together while blowing to pop 14 inches.
“I've got a load more coming. They're meant to arrive today. Why don't you stay a bit, hopefully they'll come while you're here.” Says Sophie. “I don't think I've ever told you how I became a looner, have I? Sit down and I'll tell you how it all happened.”
Holly and Sophie cuddle up together under a blanket on the sofa. Sophie begins her story.
“I think it started when I was at school. That's the first time I can remember inflating a balloon anyway. We were making something and needed a balloon. Most of the class didn't blow them that big but there were a few that were more daring. I blew mine up till it seemed to be the right size but wondered if it could get any bigger. I think we were making paper-mâché pots or something, and I wanted mine to be the biggest. I carried on going until my balloon was by far the biggest in the class. I realised that the neck was starting to expand and wanted to know if the whole thing would inflate. People started paying attention to me as I kept going even though it was starting to get tighter. A few people next to me put their fingers in their ears and one girl begged me to stop. The neck was almost full by now and everyone's eyes were on me. I was enjoying the attention and put another big breath in. One more breath and it would be completely full. I didn't know whether to stop then and have the biggest, tightest balloon in the class or keep going. I thought about it while putting in the last breath that would completely fill the neck. If I stop now I'll never know how big it would get. I decided that I would keep going until I couldn't blow any more or it popped. I took a deep breath when the teacher must have realised what was going on. “Sophie that's enough, you're going to pop it!”
Disappointed, I took it away from my mouth and let a little air out so that I could tie it. My friend who was sitting next to me whispered “Were you really going to pop it?”
I said I would have tried.
“You're so brave, I could never do that.”
Then another girl I didn't like much piped up. “I bet you couldn't have done it. You would've got scared or you'd be too weak to finish it.”
I said I would have easily done it if the teacher didn't stop me. She just ignored me. I really wanted to find out how close I was to popping it and wanted to prove that girl wrong.”
“Don't tell me you did a blow to pop after the teacher told you off?” Says Holly.
“No, I knew I wouldn't get away with that so near the end of the lesion, I managed to take another balloon without anyone realising and asked if I could go to the toilet. To my surprise the teacher let me, I thought she would tell me to wait till end of lesion. I practically ran to the toilets and locked the door. I pulled out the balloon and started stretching it. Looking at my watch, I realised the bell was going to go any second. I put the balloon to my lips and started blowing as fast as I could. When it was as big as the last one, I slowed down. I must admit I was pretty nervous then. I had no idea what to expect, only that it was going to be loud. The neck had just touched my fingers when the bell rang. I panicked, trying to get more air in and pop it before everyone started coming out of class. I was so tight and I didn't have any experience with balloons. This was my second one. The air kept escaping as I tried to blow more in. I heard people coming into the bathroom and had to quietly deflated the balloon.”
“That must have been so frustrating.” Says Holly “What happened next?”
“I was so annoyed. All I wanted was to find out how big it could get. I put the balloon in my pocket, hoping to get another opportunity before long.
When I got home, my mum said she was going to go shopping. My dad wasn't home from work yet. I had the house to myself. As soon as the door closed, I ran to my room and shut the door. I sat on my bed and started blowing up the balloon again. I didn't have to rush this time and it was easier to inflate. Soon the neck was full again. This time there were no distractions. I expected it to pop right after the neck was full but it didn't. It was hard to put the last few breaths in but I wasn't giving up now. When it finally popped, it was so loud that I think I screamed. I sat there for a few minutes in shock and amazement at how big it got. I wondered if I would be able to do it again, knowing how loud it would be. I remembered we had a party not that long ago and started searching the house for another balloon to try. It wasn't long before I found them in a drawer. I took a red one and went back to my room. I was a lot more nervous this time. I slowed right down when the neck started inflating. That was a mistake, should have done it quickly. Slowing inflating it made the anticipation much worse and by the time the neck was full my hands were shaking. I wasn't able to do it. I let some air out then tied it. I wasn't sure what to do next. I couldn't leave it there or someone would want to know what I was doing with it. I thought about popping it with a pin but that was boring. I sat on it, hoping it would pop. It didn't. Even after bouncing on it, I couldn't get it to pop. I was laying on my front, basically humping it. Although it wasn't sexual at this point, it was definitely a lot of fun. When it popped, I wasn't scared this time but it did make me jump. I wanted to do it again but my mum came back home. It was then I realised there were pieces of latex stuck to my wall from the blow to pop. I was still finding bits weeks after.”
So what happened after that?” Holly asks.
“The next day I was at school and had just had my lunch. I was talking to my friend on a bench outside in the sun. That girl that was taunting me yesterday comes over and drops an un-inflated balloon on the table.
“Still think you can blow it until it pops?” She asks me.
“Of course.” I replied. I was a little nervous after I couldn't blow to pop the second one yesterday, but I couldn't back down now.
“Go on then. Bet you can't do it.” I immediately grabbed it and put it to my mouth. I was determined to show her what I could do. I effortlessly blew it until the neck was tight then hesitated.
“What're you waiting for? You scared?”
There was a small crowd gathering now and I knew I had no choice. I put in one more breath, making it explode into loads of tiny pieces. A few girls screamed and then everyone started cheering. Then a teacher came over and told me to follow her. I thought I was going to be in big trouble.”
“But you only popped a balloon.” Says Holly “Kids do that all the time.”
“She asked me why I did it. I decided to act innocent. “I just wanted to see how big it would get. I didn't mean to pop it.”
“I heard you were scaring everyone yesterday by blowing up your balloon too big.”
“I guess I just got carried away.” I lied.
“You are brave. Just make sure it doesn't happen again. You may go.” She let me go and I went back to my friend. She was impressed. I never heard anything from that other girl. I was temped to dare her to pop one but didn't think I would get away with that.
After that I took balloons whenever I could. Unfortunately it wasn't always easy finding any and the bag in the drawer didn't last long. I took a few whenever I was alone. I always tried to blow to pop but could only do it half the time. If I couldn't blow to pop, I would sit or ride it to pop.”
“Do you know when it turned into a fetish?” Asks Holly.
“I think it happened over time without me realising it. It must've looked so hot when I was riding them till they popped. At first, I thought it was fun but it must have been more than that. Sometimes I would get really into it, lying on my front grinding hard into the balloon until it burst. After it popped, I was nearly always able to do a blow to pop right afterwards. I thought I just enjoyed the excitement of the pop.”
“Was there a time when you realised it was turning you on?”
“Yes. It happened on a school trip. We were staying away for a few nights at an activity centre. I hadn't been able to get any balloons in a while and was desperate to play with them again. After a morning of activities, we were allowed a break. You could spend money in the shop or play ball games in a field. I was on my way to the shop when I noticed some balloons on sticks outside. My heart started racing and I knew I just had to have one. I waited nearby until no one was around then ran to one of the balloons. My heart was in my mouth and my hands were shacking so much I almost wasn't able to take the balloon off the stick. It was pink and very transparent. Once I got it off, I let it deflate and quickly put it in my pocket. Then I walked the other way, hoping no one saw. I thought about running off into the woods nearby to do a blow to pop, but decided against it. I would properly get in trouble or ever worse get found out. I kept it in my pocket for the rest of the day. Every now and again I would put my hand in my pocket and feel the balloon, getting that nervous excitement each time. There was no way I could wait until I got home. I decided to wait until everyone's asleep then blow it up. I wouldn't be able to blow to pop it but an inflation was better than nothing.
That evening I lay in bed waiting to everyone to go to sleep. It seemed to take forever but finally at half eleven I took the balloon out of my pillowcase, where I had been hiding it. I didn't want to blow it up in the open in case someone turned the light on and saw it. I ended up putting it inside my pyjamas, that way I could feel it getting bigger even if I couldn't see it. I'm pretty sure this is when it turned sexual. After a few breaths, the feeling of the balloon growing bigger against my bare skin drove me wild. I almost forgot to keep quiet. Suddenly I felt the neck against my lips. I immediately stopped knowing it was about to pop. I let the air out, so I could do it again. This time I bent over and inflated it further down. When it was nearly full, it was touching my pussy. It felt so good I didn't realise until it was almost too late that the neck was bulging around my fingers. I hadn't felt excitement like this before and let some air out, so I could blow again and again. Then I started grinding against it, trying not to make a sound. After what must have been an hour after starting, I heard someone cough and made myself stop. I hid the balloon and went to sleep.
The next day I couldn't stop thinking about it. I had hid the balloon in my pillow again and was worrying that someone would find it. The day couldn't go past quick enough, I wanted nothing more than to lie in bed and inflate that balloon again. I kept day dreaming about blowing it against me until it popped. Never before had I wanted to pop a balloon so badly and the worse part was that I knew I wouldn't be able to do it for so long. There were more balloons outside the shop but there were always people around, so I couldn't take any. That night I lay in bed again waiting for everyone to sleep. I was desperate to start blowing. Finally, I couldn't wait any more and put the balloon back into my pyjamas and started to gently blow. It seemed bigger than the night before and this made by even more excited. I felt the neck begin to fill. I knew it was risky taking it this far but it felt too good to stop. It was the biggest balloon I had ever blown at the time. It must have been no more than 12 inches but felt bigger in the confined space. I hadn't popped a balloon in ages and every breath was driving me wild. The pop was inevitable.”
“You actually popped it?” Says Holly looking impressed.
“I sort of forgot where I was. I wasn't thinking that it could pop. All I knew in my state of euphoria was that each breath increased my pleasure. When it popped I suddenly remembered where I was and started panicking.”
“What happened, did you get in trouble?”
“No one knew what had happened. I'm pretty sure it woke everyone in the building. The lights went on and the teachers rushed in to find out what had happened. It stung where the balloon had popped against me but I barely noticed it. Luckily no one knew it came from me. The next day everyone was talking about the “bomb” that went off in the night. Most people just thought it was a prank. I was careful to clear all the pieces of balloon that covered the inside of my pyjamas. I was lucky, that was much too close for comfort. Imagine if someone had discovered me blowing to pop a balloon against my pussy. I would have probably died of embarrassment.
The next night I kept thinking about how good it felt and wanted to do it again on purpose. I couldn't sleep and eventually got out of bed. No one was around and I was feeling naughty. I brought my torch and checked the back door. To my surprise it was unlocked. Probably in case there was a fire or something. I went outside and walked to the shop. It wasn't far from the main building. All the balloons were there from the day before. I took one and held it for a bit. Then I opened my pyjama bottoms and stuffed the balloon inside. I rubbed it against myself for a few minutes but knowing I was pushing my luck I reluctantly took it out and deflated it. Then I took every balloon off their sticks and put them all in my pockets. I had collected about ten I think. I then quietly walked back inside and hid them in my bag.”
“You were a bit of a bad girl weren't you? First you do a blow to pop in the middle of the night, then you sneak outside and start pleasuring yourself before stealing all the balloons from the shop.” Holly jokes.
“If I hadn't taken those, it could've been months before I got the opportunity to get any more. Pretty sure it was a fetish from then on. Every time I played with balloons after that day, it wasn't just for innocent fun but for sexual pleasure. Went I went back to bed, I kept imagining all the things I could do with the balloons. After last night I didn't risk inflating one again because I know I would get carried away. As soon as I got home, I hid all my balloons in my room. Once I had the house to myself, I got them out. I believe it was two days after that school trip I had my first proper orgasm. I did two blow-to-pops first. I remember that really got me going and I only just managed to stop blowing the third one before it popped, so I could tie it. I stripped off and started riding it hard while blowing another until it burst in my face. I gasped as an intense pleasure went through my body and the balloon I was riding exploded underneath me.
Within a week I had used them all. I wasn't completely satisfied though and wanted bigger balloons. Eventually I got myself a bank account, so I could buy more balloons online. You should have seen my reaction when I saw the size of a 24 inch.
So that's how I became a looner.”
“Wow that was some story. I can't believe you've never told me it before.” Just then the door knocks. Sophie answers and comes in with a large box. “They're here! What shall we do?” Asks Sophie.
“I have an idea.” Holly begins. “How about we act out your story from your first balloon in that classroom, to the blow to pop on the school trip, and finally your first orgasm.”
“That's a great idea. I would love that so much. Let's get everything set up.”
For the rest of the day Holly and Sophie act out the story. At the end, Holly can't help but join in. They finish with riding a 24-inch together while blowing to pop 14 inches.