Morgana works at a party store, one night after closing she is out the storeroom tidying up when she slips and lands on a helium tank. It starts to expand her body like a balloon, scared at first with what is happening she soon realises the pleasure it is giving her as her body inflates big and round. By the time morning arrives she is floating in the store room like the other balloons when her colleague that she has a crush on walks in and finds her

Chapter 2: Building Tension

The storeroom was eerily quiet, the only sounds the occasional rustle of a balloon or the faint hiss of the helium tank. Morgana floated in the center of the room, her body a massive, taut balloon, swaying gently with the residual currents of air. She was no longer inflating, but she was also unable to deflate, stuck in this peculiar state of limbo.

Her heart pounded in her chest, the rhythm echoing in her ears, a steady drumbeat that matched the intensity of her thoughts. She was terrified, yes, but there was something else too. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

An exhilaration, perhaps? A thrill that came from the sheer absurdity of her situation. She was a human balloon, for crying out loud. How many people could say that?

She giggled, the sound high-pitched and breathy, as she continued to sway gently, her body bumping against the other balloons. They were like her playmates now, companions in this strange, floating world. She reached out with her round, bulbous hands, touching the surface of a nearby balloon. It was cool under her touch, slippery even, and she giggled again as her fingers left damp trails on the latex.

The contact sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine, a sensation that lingered long after she pulled her hand away. She tilted her head, looking at the balloon, her eyes wide and curious. It was a big one, shimmering with iridescent colors, and it bounced gently against her as she swayed.

"Hello there," she said, her voice a high-pitched squeak that sounded almost friendly. The balloon bobbed towards her, as if acknowledging her greeting. She felt a strange connection with it, a kinship that was both comforting and unsettling.

On impulse, she leaned in and pressed her lips against the balloon's surface, sucking in a gulp of helium. The gas filled her lungs, and she felt a rush, a high that was both familiar and new. She pulled away, giggling, her body swaying gently as she floated.

"Wow," she murmured, her voice still high-pitched and squeaky. The helium had given her a new hit, a fresh burst of pleasure that coursed through her veins like liquid fire. She felt light, lighter than air even, her body tingling with pins and needles. She looked at the balloon, now slightly deflated, and giggled again. "You're a lifesaver," she said, her voice breathless with excitement. She reached out, her bulbous hands wrapping around the balloon, pulling it closer.

She could feel its cool, slippery surface against her skin, and she shivered, a primal reaction to the intense pleasure coursing through her. She could feel every nerve ending in her body, every tiny movement, every squeak and rustle sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She was alive, truly alive, in a way she had never been before.

She was desperate to feel the balloon between her legs, her body swaying gently as she rubbed herself against it. The friction was exquisite, the latex gliding against her sensitive skin, sending shivers of pleasure radiating from her core. But all she could do was flap her hands a pray that a balloon would eventually get the right spot on her clit. She let out a long, high-pitched moan, her body swaying and bobbing, the rope around her ankle creaking in protest.

"Fuck," she gasped between breaths, the word coming out as a squeaky, breathless moan. "This is...fucking...weird."

But it felt good. So fucking good. She threw her head back, her body arching as she rubbed herself against the balloon, her nipples hardening to the point of pain. She could feel the blood rushing to them, the ache intensifying with each movement.

She looked down at her breasts, watching as they bounced and jiggled with each sway of her body. Her nipples were hard, almost painfully so, and she couldn't help but reach out, her bulbous hands cupping them, squeezing gently.

She let out a gasp, a high-pitched sound that echoed through the storeroom. Her fingers pinched her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She could feel her pussy throbbing, the ache intense and almost unbearable. She needed release, needed it now.

With a desperate cry, she ground herself against the balloon, her breath hitching as the latex slipped and slid against her most intimate places. The sensations were overwhelming, her body on fire with need. She wriggled and writhed, her massive form bobbing and weaving, as she sought the perfect friction, the perfect angle. The storeroom spun around her, a whirl of colors and shapes, and she lost herself in the pleasure, in the sheer, primitive drive to climax. She could feel the rope around her ankle, digging into her skin, but she didn't care, not now. Nothing mattered but the relentless, burning need inside her.

"Oh, God," she moaned, her voice high and breathless, a squeaky echo in the empty storeroom.

Her body was slick with sweat, her skin squeaking softly with each movement. She could feel the rope around her ankle, digging into her flesh, but she was beyond caring. The pain only served to heighten the pleasure, to make each sensation more intense.

She ground herself against the balloon, her clit rubbing against the slippery latex, the sensation sending jolts of electricity straight to her core. She could feel her pussy pulsing, the ache inside her becoming almost unbearable.

With a final, desperate thrust, she ground herself against the balloon, her body tensing as the latex slid perfectly against her clit. The sensation was overwhelming, a firework display of pleasure that exploded behind her closed eyes. She let out a long, high-pitched wail, the sound echoing through the storeroom as she came, her entire body shuddering with the force of her release.

Her orgasm was intense, a tidal wave of pleasure that crashed through her, leaving her breathless and trembling. She floated there, suspended in mid-air, her body still taut and round, her skin squeaking softly with every tiny movement. She panted, her high-pitched squeaks filling the storeroom, as she rode out the aftershocks of her climax. It was an exhilarating, surreal experience, one that left her feeling both sated and utterly spent.

Now feeling satisfied and fulfilled, Morgana managed to drift off into a peaceful sleep. Her body felt so light, floating around the storeroom like a giant balloon. It was a strange, strange sensation, but also surprisingly comforting.

******

A sudden gust of cold air woke her up. She heard a distant rumbling, and the storeroom's lighting flickered briefly. A storm must be rolling in, she thought groggily. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. She was still a massive, round balloon, her body swaying gently with the draft.

"Fuck me," she murmured, her voice a high-pitched squeak.

"Still here..." She looked around, her gaze landing on another balloon, this one larger, darker. A grin spread across her face, her eyes gleaming with renewed desire. "Well, well, well... look what we have here."

Just then she heard the sound of the shop door opening and realised it must be morning already!

She heard footsteps approaching and the door to the storeroom opened.

It must have been Aaron turning up for his morning shift.