Chapter 3: Rising Action
Aaron pushed open the storeroom door, the hinges creaking softly in protest. The air was thick with the scent of latex and helium, a strange, sweet smell that pricked at his nose. The room was a cluttered jumble of colorful streamers, shimmering balloons of all shapes and sizes, and gaudy decorations that hung from the ceiling, their tinsel and glitter catching the dim light.
In the midst of all this, Morgana floated, a giant, iridescent balloon, her body a smooth, rounded form with just her hands, feet, and head poking out from her balloon-like body.
Aaron stepped into the storeroom, the door creaking shut behind him. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening as he took in the sight before him.
"What the fuck...?" he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.
Morgana's eyes fluttered open, her gaze landing on Aaron. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Aaron, fuck, what are you doing here?" she squeaked, her voice high and breathy.
Aaron's eyes widened as he took in her appearance. "Morgana? What the fuck happened to you?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He stepped closer, his gaze roaming over her inflated form, his eyes lingering on her massive, round breasts that jiggled with each movement.
"It's a long story," she said, her voice a high-pitched squeak. She shifted, the rope around her ankle creaking softly as she swayed gently. "But right now, I...
I kinda need your help, Aaron," Morgana squeaked, her voice breathless and desperate.
Aaron's eyes widened, and he took a step closer, his gaze never leaving Morgana's balloon-like form. "What do you need me to do, Morgana?" he asked, his voice soft and concern.
Morgana licked her lips, her eyes never leaving Aaron's. "I... I need you to fuck me, Aaron," she finally said, her voice a high-pitched squeak.
Aaron's eyes widened, and he let out a soft gasp.
"What?" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the distant rumble of thunder. "Morgana, are you serious?"
Morgana bit her lip, her eyes never leaving Aaron's. She nodded, her body swaying gently, the rope around her ankle creaking softly. "I'm fucking serious, Aaron. I need you to fuck me. Now."
Aaron swallowed hard, his eyes roaming over Morgana's inflated form. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Morgana, I... I don't know if that's such a good idea," he said, his voice shaking slightly.
"You're... you're a balloon, Morgana. And not just any balloon, a fucking huge one."
Morgana giggled, a high-pitched sound that echoed through the storeroom. "Yeah, well, life doesn't always give you what you expect, does it?" She wobbled slightly, her massive form bobbing gently. "Look, Aaron, I know it's weird. But I need you to trust me.
Please, Aaron. I trust you."
Aaron looked at her, his eyes searching her face. He could see the desperation in her eyes, the pleading. He knew Morgana, knew her quirks, her kinks. And he knew that when she asked for something like this, it was important to her. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever was about to come.
"Alright, Morgana. I trust you. What do you need me to do?"
Morgana let out a relieved sigh, her body swaying gently with the motion. "Thank you, Aaron.
Aaron had to admit that the sight of Morgana like this was actually quiet a turn on. He knew this would sound weird but he couldn't help it. Her body was immense, round and firm, her skin shimmering in the dim light like an iridescent balloon. He couldn't take his eyes off her, even when she shifted and her massive form bobbed and weaved, sending ripples of movement across her smooth surface.
"So, what now?" Aaron asked, his voice soft. He couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive. He had never done anything like this before, and he didn't want to hurt Morgana or make her feel uncomfortable.
Morgana smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
"First, we need to get me off this rope," she said, her voice a high-pitched squeak. "It's cutting into my ankle, and I can't float properly with it on."
Aaron nodded, stepping closer to her. He reached up, his fingers brushing against her inflated skin as he tried to untie the rope. "Ouch," Morgana squeaked, her body wobbling as he pulled at the knot.
"Sorry," Aaron muttered, his brows furrowing in concentration. "It's tight."
Morgana sighed, her body swaying gently. "Just be careful, okay?
I don't want to pop," Morgana said, her voice a high-pitched squeak.
Aaron nodded, his fingers working carefully at the knot. "I will. Just hold still for me."
Morgana giggled, her body wobbling with the effort to stay still. "Easier said than done, you know. I'm a balloon, not a statue."
Aaron grinned, his fingers finally loosening the knot. "I know, I know.
Just... bear with me," Aaron said, his voice low and soothing as he continued to work on the knot. Morgana watched him, her heart pounding in her chest, her body tingling with anticipation. She could feel every minute movement, every tiny shift, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She was a live wire, every nerve ending on fire, every part of her sensitive, alive.
After what felt like an eternity, Aaron finally managed to loosen the knot enough to slide it off. Morgana sighed in relief, her body swaying gently as the rope fell away. "Thank God," she murmured, her voice a high-pitched squeak.
Her body swayed freely now, the rope no longer tethering her to the ground. She looked at Aaron, her eyes filled with desire and trust. "Now, Aaron, I need you to fuck me. I need you to make me feel alive."
Aaron stood there, his eyes roaming over Morgana's inflated form. He could see the want in her eyes, the need. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He reached out, his hands cupping her breasts, feeling their weight and fullness. Morgana let out a soft moan, her body swaying gently.
"Oh, fuck, Aaron. That feels so good."
Her breath hitched, her voice a high-pitched squeak as Aaron's hands slid up her sides, his fingers tracing the curve of her breasts. He leaned in, his lips parting as he blew a stream of warm air across the sensitive skin. Morgana shuddered, her body bobbing with the force of her reaction.
"Oh, God, Aaron. Do it again," she begged, her voice breathless.
Aaron obliged, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.
He blew again, this time his lips brushing against her sensitive nipple. Morgana let out a gasp, her body arching as a jolt of pleasure shot through her.
"Fuck, Aaron. Yes," she moaned, her voice a high-pitched squeak.
Aaron took her nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the taut bud. He sucked, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. Morgana's body swaying with the force of her reaction.
"Oh, fuck, yes.
Right there," Morgana gasped, her body swaying gently as Aaron's tongue lavished attention on her nipple. She could feel every flick, every lick, every graze of his teeth, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to her core. She was hyper-sensitive, every nerve ending on fire, her body writhing with need.
Aaron moved to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Morgana let out a long, high-pitched moan, her body swaying and bobbing with the force of her reaction. She could feel the pleasure building, a slow burn that was threatening to consume her.
She needed more, needed to feel something other than the helium and the latex and the strange, unnatural roundness of her body. She needed release. I need you inside me," she murmured, her voice a high-pitched squeak. She could feel the helium making her voice breathless, ragged. Her body swayed gently, the rope around her ankle creaking softly as she moved.
Aaron looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. He hadn't expected this, hadn't expected to be so turned on by her inflated form. But he was, and there was no use denying it. He stepped closer to her, his hands cupping her breasts, feeling their weight and fullness.
He could feel the helium inside her, making her skin squeak softly as he squeezed.
"Fuck, Morgana. You feel incredible," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
Morgana let out a squeaky laugh, her body swaying gently. "I fucking hope so. Now get over here and make me feel even better."
Aaron grinned, his cock twitching at her words. He stepped closer, his hands sliding down to her thighs, his thumbs brushing against her sensitive inner thighs. Morgana let out a gasp, her body swaying as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. That's so sensitive," she moaned, her voice a high-pitched squeak.
"Oh, fuck, Aaron, that feels so good."
Aaron's fingers traced lazy circles on her inner thighs, the touch light and teasing. He leaned in, his breath hot on her skin as he whispered, "You like that, don't you, Morgana? You like feeling my hands on you?"
Morgana nodded, her body swaying gently. "Yes, Aaron. I fucking love it."
Aaron grinned, his eyes dark with lust. He could feel his cock throbbing in his pants, eager to be inside her. But he knew he had to take his time, to make her feel good first.
He wanted to see her come undone, to hear her squeaks of pleasure, to feel her body shake with need. He wanted her to be begging for him by the time he entered her.
He trailed his fingers up her thighs, his touch feather-light, until he reached the apex of her legs. He could see her pussy clearly, her lips swollen and glistening with arousal. He groaned, his cock jumping in his pants at the sight of her. "Fuck, Morgana," he murmured, his voice low and hungry.
"You're so fucking wet."
He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb rubbing gentle circles around her clit. Morgana gasped, her body swaying as waves of pleasure crashed through her. "Oh, fuck, Aaron, that feels so good," she moaned, her voice a high-pitched squeak.
Aaron added another finger, his hand moving in and out of her, his thumb continuing to rub her clit. Morgana's moans filled the storeroom, her body swaying and bobbing with each thrust of his fingers.
"You're so fucking tight, Morgana," Aaron groaned, his cock throbbing in his pants.
"And so fucking wet. I can't wait to feel you wrap around me."
He added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. Morgana's breath hitched, her body swaying and bobbing with each thrust of his fingers. She was so close, so fucking close. She could feel the pressure building, the heat spreading through her like wildfire. Please," she begged, her voice a high-pitched, desperate squeak.
Aaron smiled, his eyes dark with lust. "Please what, Morgana?
Tell me what you want," Aaron whispered, his fingers still moving inside her, his thumb circling her clit with increasing pressure. She needed more, needed to feel his cock inside her.
"I want you to fuck me, Aaron. I need you to fuck me," she begged, her voice a high-pitched, desperate squeak.
Aaron groaned, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. But first get the helium!
The helium! It's all I need right now. Fuck the foreplay, fuck the build-up. I need the helium. I need it inside me, filling me up, making me high. And then I need you, Aaron. I need your cock inside me, stretching me, filling me up even more. I need you to fuck me while I'm high on helium, while I'm a big, fat balloon bouncing off the ceiling. I need it all."
Aaron's eyes widened with a mix of shock and excitement. "Fuck, Morgana, that's...
that's fucking hot, Morgana," Aaron said, his voice hoarse with desire. He felt his cock twitch in his pants, eager to follow through on her filthy fantasies. He stepped closer to her, his hands reaching for the helium tank.
"Here, let's get you filled up," he said, his voice ragged. He attached the nozzle to the valve at the top of Morgana's head, the sound of hissing gas filling the storeroom. Morgana let out a long, high-pitched moan, her body swaying gently as the helium flowed into her.