Bryce's Balloons

Story by visionsofruin on SoFurry

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Today's been an odd day for me. Well, my life is pretty odd to begin with. For one thing, I'm gay, and not only that, but there's always the fact that I'm a husky, my name is Jake, and my boyfriend is a cat, his name is Bryce. Specifically, he's a cougar, and he's slightly taller and more muscular than me. And if that wasn't enough to get the rest of my classmates roaring with laughter, the reality is, he's always on top.

I've noticed something about Bryce. He's got this thing for balloons. For his birthday, I said I'd do whatever he want (hoping for some sex), but instead, he wanted me to blow up some balloons. The first one I was just standing in front of him, blowing as hard as I could into the latex inflatable, and I noticed he started rubbing his crotch. Next he wanted me to inflate one under his shirt.

That's when I learned he's into body inflation. A couple of times after that, he'd put on some sweatpants, and a sweatshirt, and stuff them with balloons. And after he waddled around a bit, we'd have sex. Trust me when I say it's weird getting fucked by a balloon.

Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah. So, today has been really odd for me. I can honestly say that Bryce is full of hot air.

It was after school, I walked up to his room...

"Bryce? You in there?" I knocked on the door. It swung open after the first knock.

Bryce was lying on his back, under the covers of his bed. A faint hiss stopped. I saw his paw rubbing his stomach, "Jake, it feels so tight."

I left my book bag on the floor, and crawled on top of him. "Do you want me to give you a belly rub?" I asked in my most sensual voice.

I assumed he ate too much like he always does to give his stomach a taut inflated appearance. I rubbed his belly, and applied a little pressure, and then...

Bryce let out a sigh as his stomach was relieved from the pressure of the gas in his stomach. "BRYCE!" I fell on top of him no longer having his huge belly to prop myself on.

"What?" he asked as he looked at me.

I glared at him, and held my breath, "The least you could do is say ‘excuse me' after you fart." No longer able to hold my breath, I took a gulp of air, and it didn't smell.

"Bryce? What did you eat?"

"Nothing. The instructions say that your bowels have to be empty."

"What instructions?" I asked.

"The ones to the device." Bryce removed the covers revealing a small black tube coming out from under his body clothed in his most expandable sweats. The tube snaked to under the bed.

I got off of him, and looked under the bed. There was a semi large air compressor hooked up to the end of the hose, "No," my jaw dropped in shock, "you're actually...?"

"yeah, it feels so good." He moaned as he rubbed his belly.

"I gotta see this." I flicked on the air compressor, and a soft hiss started flowing.

Bryce started moaning, his pecs inflated and his biceps ballooned. His sweatshirt looked like it was painted on him. Soon, Bryce's groans were matching the groans that were coming from the waistband of his tied sweatpants.

Suddenly there was a loud rip from Bryce's waist band. His legs expanded, each muscle breathing in the forced air.

I was shocked to see my ballooning boyfriend, "Bryce, stand up."

He rolled of the bed. Standing, he looked like a bodybuilder trying to fit into sweats worn by a guy on the swim team. And I couldn't help myself. I squeezed his left pec, and he let out a soft purr.

When his muscles couldn't take anymore air, his belly started to inflate. It ballooned, and stretched his clothing "Jake, it's too tight! Turn it off!"

But I couldn't help myself, it was amazing. Then I noticed the thick impression of a hard rod in the crotch of his sweats. I grabbed it in my hand and could feel it ballooning in my hand. I began to stroke "Do you still want me to turn it off?"

"no" he breathed between gasps.

His rod got bigger, and then his clothes started bursting at the seams. I could see his fur poking out. I started getting aroused by the spectacle. I dropped my pants, pulled down my boxers, pulled out my pulsating hard member, and started to masturbate.

I was too busy to notice his clothes ripped off, and Bryce felt this relive in pressure giving him a little bit of mobility. Little did I know what he was going to do with it.

He grabbed me by the shoulders, flipped me over, aimed and thrusted. His dick felt like an inflating condom in my ass. It kept blowing up bigger and bigger inside me. Stretching out my tailhole as far as it could go. His paws gripped my thighs as his thrusting got faster. After a few thrusts, there was a loud "fwomp" and Bryce's arms flew stiffly to his sides. His dick still inflating in my ass, and too large to pull out. I was getting fucked by and inflating balloon, but this time, for real.

The only solution that came to my mind, was that if I made him cum, it'd lubricate my rear, and his dick would slip out. So I had to start thrusting myself onto him.

It was awkward doing it this way, and took a bit longer, but I had to be fast, Bryce's moans were getting louder, "Jake, turn it off before I pop!"

I started flexing my ass, trying to get him to orgasm. After of few of these, he orgasmed with a loud moan. But it didn't feel wet. His dick felt like it was getting larger, faster! I felt a rush inside me. I felt so tight. I looked down to see my stomach ballooning. His air was transferring into me.

I was gaining air, and it was coming fast. My body soon took on a orb shape. When most of Bryce's air was in me, he finally pulled his dick out of my hole. "Bryce, deflate me." I said.

He grinned, as he walked over to his dressed, pulled out a dildo, and shoved it in my ass. "Bryce pull it out, it's gonna pop me."

He pushed it in further, and the knot slipped in with a small pop. He had plugged me. "I'm not gonna deflate you. You're my new toy. I promise you'll never get smaller, only bigger. And don't worry, I'd never want to pop my favorite toy."

Then, Bryce, wrapped his lips around my dick, and started to blow. I groaned, and my body groaned from the added air pressure.

I see why Bryce likes balloons.