Something Special
A Very Short Popping Story
By Lord Balloony-cat Inflated
This story is © Lord Balloony-cat
Inflated as of
1) Lord Balloony-cat Inflated gets 80% of any profits made from said redistribution.
2) Lord Balloony-cat Inflated is credited as the author.
3) The text is unaltered, and exactly matches Lord Balloony-cat Inflated’s master copy.
A special thanks goes out to the people who helped me edit these stories.
Enough legal mumbo jumbo; on with the show:
“I
have something special for you, tonight,” the balloonie cheetah said slyly,
spreading her legs and drawing her finger up the inside of one squeaky thigh.
Her mate dropped his coat at the door and, as if in a dream, drifted over to
the couch where she lay, waiting in a filmy negligee that revealed just enough
to madden the imagination.
He
could see, as he knelt beside her, that she had added
quite a bit of air since this morning; she had given herself that big potbelly
he liked, and both pairs of breasts were large and round and waiting for his
hands.
Then
he smelled that she wasn’t ready for yiffing yet, and
he became confused. He didn’t have time to think however, for she beckoned him
forward, her long finger squeaking against the underside of his jaw as it
curled and uncurled.
He leaned in close.
“Honey,
would you get this sash for me?” she asked, seeming to have trouble reaching it
up on the crown of her belly. “It’s what’s holding this thing together”
He
reached to undo the knot...and found there was no knot. Instead, the two halves
of the sash were joined together by a hat
pin. He pulled it free and stared at it in his hand, wondering how she
could have found out. All those girl-friends, all the prostitutes, all the
potential mates lost because his idea of fun was to puncture their big bellies
and ride them down to sleep.
He
had worked very hard to suppress that urge after he met her, vowing that she
would never discover his dark desire. And now here she was offering it to him
on a silver platter.
“How
did you know?” he asked, as the negligee fell apart to reveal her succulent
breasts and her enormous, vulnerable belly.
“Know
what?” she asked innocently, but he could see by her eyes that she was only
feigning ignorance. If he had any doubts, any fool could see that that negligee
was supposed to be tied shut; the pin was for him.
“Oh,
nothing,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant as he straddled her great tummy.
If he needed any more proof of her intentions, he got it when she simply lay
there and smiled seductively without asking why he was positioned so far above
her yoni. No wonder she wasn’t ready for yiffing yet,
he thought, as he arranged the pin behind his back; she was expecting to come
to orgasm on quite a different prick tonight.
There
were so many questions he was dying to ask her as he stared lovingly down at
her adorably ballooned body; oddly enough, the surest way to stop himself from ruining the mood with questions was to make
sure she wouldn’t be able to answer them. With this in mind, he struck.
She
stifled a hiss of pain when the pin pricked her; then she was gassing out as he
began to rub his penis against her, and her loins ignited in the great rush of
letting out her air. She yowled with pleasure as he rode her down.
She
was gushing like a released balloon, and she sagged into sleep in seconds, but
not before she felt his warm seed paint her skin and heard his yowl of thanks
mingling with hers. Her lips curved into a smile as the last of her air was let
loose and he made contact with the couch through her deflated skin.
Gasping
and heaving, and still spurting occasionally, he lifted her limp form in his
arms and rubbed her face against his, savoring the wonderful gift his mate had
given him as he inhaled the scent of her latex. Then he threw the pin in the
trash to avoid temptation and went to get the patch kit.
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