Morphy's Balloon

The door chimes tinkled like fairy wings as Morphy entered the little shop. He stamped his feet to warm them as much as knock off any leftover snow. Swinging his arms to increase circulation he allowed his gaze to roam over the merchandise. From his vantage point at the door he could see all the traditional Valentine’s Day merchandise displayed in a cutesy way to appeal to the women who would drag their boyfriends past the window to point out their desires. Morphy shook his head. Women were such suckers for cute things like the pink and white teddy bears holding giant hearts, or kissing each other magnetically. Or maybe the chocolates would catch their eye with all the gooey centers and crunches. He shifted his sight to the balloon display. The silver Mylar shone under the fluorescent lights while the printed sides begged the reader to “Be Mine” and “Kiss Me” in feminine script surrounded by perfect red roses entwined together to form a heart.

Morphy would never understand the appeal for such things. He wouldn’t even be here now if it wasn’t for his best friend’s begging and pleading to pick up something - anything -- on his way home that he could give to his girlfriend tomorrow. He roamed the aisles mindlessly, not really looking, not much caring. He came again to the balloons. On closer inspection he found a row of over-sized, clear latex balloons, each with something inside. One contained a nest of raffia and two small yellow chicks hatching out of blue and yellow eggs. Another held an assortment of smaller inflated balloons that tumbled around loosely inside. Catching a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye he turned and found an unusual-looking form.

This balloon also was made of clear latex and carried a small stuffed rabbit inside. But this balloon was shaped like a vixen, complete with voluptuous curves and a thick tail that swished in the breeze. Morphy stood, transfixed, as he scanned her delicious form, from her perky ears, down past her sloped and pointed nose, her delicate neck. His gaze rested temporarily on the swell of her breasts and then continued to the outward curve of her hips and thighs which tapered to the most beautiful legs he had ever seen, disappearing into the twisted knot of latex that held it all in place. The door opened and the wind from its closing caught the balloon and she twisted in the breeze, giving Morphy a sweet glimpse of her backside, just as tight as the rest of her, covered discreetly with the bushy tail that curled up and around the top her neck. Feeling an overwhelming need to make contact he slowly raised his hand toward her.

“See anything you like?” Morphy jumped at the sound of the woman’s voice, swearing that it had come from the balloon. He focused his eyes and saw the salesclerk through the transparent latex standing before him expectantly. His breath coming in short gasps and sweat dripping into his eyes, he pointed blindly at the unique creature and grunted in what he hoped was a coherent appeal. Smiling the clerk picked up the vixen with both hands and carried her to the counter for the sale. “This is a very unusual item,” she chattered. “It’s the only one we have like this. No one else has even looked at it.” Morphy could only nod his head stupidly, still under the spell. He paid for his purchase - funny, he didn’t remember saying anything about buying it - and took it home.

The clerk had placed it inside a large bag to protect it from the cold and wind. During the walk home it seemed to fight against the wind as if it wanted to float free. He held on to the bag with all his might.

When he reached his apartment he dropped his other burdens in the doorway and brought the bag of treasure into the center of the room where he carefully untied the plastic covering and drew it off, revealing once again the translucent figure. The pull to touch drew him nearer and he lifted his hands once more to caress the slick texture. At the first contact he felt the balloon quiver, almost ripple. He jumped back in astonishment, but immediately returned, curious. He cautiously placed one hand on the vixen and this time forced himself to keep it there as the material warmed beneath his hand. His other hand joined the first and he was amazed to find that wherever he touched he found warmth and a slight movement. He skimmed his hands across the head of the small fox, his fingers squeaking across the rubbery form. He felt her head almost nuzzle into his hand as he stroked her. Down the sleek neck and across the slim shoulders he moved his hands in small circles, delighting in the contrast between the slick surface and the warmth emanating from within. His hands moved down the center of her throat and spread themselves gently over her rounded breasts. Now he definitely could feel a tremor spreading out from under his fingers. He squeezed experimentally and was rewarded with a shudder. The see-through eyes gave nothing away as he explored the rest of her body slowly, raking his hands along her ample sides, sliding down her luscious legs and back up to cup her not-quite-hidden bottom. He paused there a moment, squeezing and caressing, enjoying the movement beneath. He kept one hand there and lifted the other to thread his fingers through imaginary tail fluff. The reassuring sounds of flesh against rubber drove him onward to her back and returned to the top of her head.

Morphy felt his breathing grow shallow as he felt his way around her body. A light sheen of perspiration covered his body, dripping lightly onto the vixen. His fingers glided soundlessly across the wet rubber and screamed in protest at dry patches. Anxious for slickness, he bent his head to hers and swiped his warm tongue across her brow. The answering wiggle made him smile as his fingers dipped into the wetness, spreading it across her. Again he dipped his head, this time applying pressure with his whole wet, warm mouth, moving it ever so slowly across her eyes, her muzzle, down her throat. Ripples of pleasure poured through both of them as he continued his assault down to her breasts. Clasping one breast in his hand and with the other on her rear, he clamped his wet mouth onto her waiting, tingling breast which miraculously now sported a bump like a hardened nipple. Careful not to bare his teeth, Morphy licked and suckled, taking in the taste of rubbery sweetness, loving the movements he caused. Not satisfied, he trailed his wet tongue down her tight belly and flicked it at the juncture of her crossed thighs. He nearly lost his grip when she jerked at his touch. Smiling, he lifted her weightless body and positioned her directly over his upturned head. He brought her down to his open mouth, prodding relentlessly at the small crevice with his tongue. Beneath his hands the creature writhed and the fissure opened slightly granting him deeper entry into her. He poked and delved with his mouth, stroking the inside and along the outside of the opening gently and harshly in turn. To his gratification each penetrating thrust widened the crevice a little more until he could plant his entire mouth firmly between her legs and thrust his tongue in and out quickly. He lifted her with his arms and lowered her onto his stabbing mouth over and over, his own saliva slickening the opening. Inside her the stuffed rabbit bounced and flipped, adding rhythm to his movements. His fingers squeaked and squealed their way across her body as his mouth continued its onslaught. Morphy was shocked to realize that the thrusts had become so forceful that now his entire face slid in and out of her body. Unable to stop, he quickened the pace and soon his head sank inside and popped out again. The friction caused his hair to stand out with static electricity. His hungry mouth reached deeper and deeper, drawing his shoulders with it. She wiggled under his hands and slid herself deeper onto his body, enveloping his arms. Encouraged by her participation Morphy brought his hands up inside her and pressed his hands against the straining latex behind her bulging breasts while continuing his oral attack. Their combined movements stretched her body to its limits as Morphy all but crawled inside her, shoving the stuffed bunny behind him. Needing space to move, he shifted his body until he found her arms and slid his own into the space provided with loud snapping sounds. Her body shifted itself to conform somewhat to his and their faces molded together as rubber and flesh met. The cool latex melted around his heated body and constricted slightly, like a warm rubber glove. With one final push he sprang to his feet and released himself into her. In answer she squeezed his body almost painfully and plastered herself to him. Their breathing synchronized in heavy gasps. Morphy found he could pull in fresh air from the opening around his ankles. The moist air inside the balloon condensed around him, bringing her rubbery skin closer, molding her to his own form yet transforming him simultaneously to fill in the gaps and crevices until there appeared to be only one body standing in the middle of the room.

The knock on the door startled Morphy. He tried to quickly free himself of his latex cocoon but no matter how hard he pulled he couldn’t lift it. The knock sounded again, insistent. Shrugging with capitulation, Morphy walked to the door as he was. The balloon shifted and moved with him in a pleasant manner, making him consider the uses such a covering could have. His best friend stood on the steps. Morphy opened his mouth to explain his strange outfit but suddenly found that he was unable to open his mouth wide enough to speak because of the constricting rubber plastered to his face. He could only stare through the transparent eyes at his visitor. His gaze widened at the look on his friend’s face. That gleam could only be described as lustful, especially when paired with the small drop of drool forming at the side of his mouth. His friend leaned a shoulder against the doorframe, bringing his body close.

“Well, hello there, Honey! I am a friend of Morphy’s, is he here?” His gaze raked her body with a heat that made her tremor. Each movement constricted and released against Morphy’s sending sensation racing through him. She could only shake her head in answer.

“Aw, that’s too bad, for him.” His friend reached up to stroke her head, intrigued by the soft and slippery feel beneath his hand. “Someone as cute as you should never be left all alone.” He let his hand trail down the supple skin and come to rest at the swell of her breasts. Aroused by the sensation, Morphy did not resist as she preened beneath his touch, twisting slightly so that his hand fell a fraction of an inch lower. Morphy could feel the warmth of his friend passing through to him, his hot breath so close. When his palm grazed her nipple Morphy gasped in amazement. Ripples of pleasure coursed through his body as his friend softly kneaded the flesh in his hand. Her ample body shifted and swayed at his touch, begging for more. Each caress brought new contractions which heightened Morphy’s arousal. He raised his head and saw his friend’s heavy-lidded eyes, noticed the perspiration gathering on his brow, felt the hot breath on his face. One hand was now rubbing the length of her puffy tail while the other continued to massage her breast. Their eyes met for an instant and lightning flashed between them, drawing them closer and closer together. The electricity crackled around them, their bodies tingling with anticipation. A loud laugh made them both jump as some teenagers walked past on their way to a party.

The spell broken, his friend pulled back, confused and aroused. “Yeah, well, um, yeah, so, um, tell Morphy that I came by to get the present he was supposed to pick up for my, uh, for me. Just tell him that I will stop by first thing in the morning and pick it up, Ok?”

She only stared at him with a glazed look of lust and a half-smile.

“Yeah, OK. I’ll be by in the morning then.” He backed away, mentally kicking himself for doing the right thing.

Morphy watched him go, somewhat relieved yet still disappointed. He turned back inside and shut the door. Curious to know what had turned his friend on so quickly he went to the hall mirror. He stared at himself, no, not exactly himself. He recognized the clothes he had been wearing, the color of his hair. But his face shone as if encased in plastic, which it was. Under the pressure of the balloon his eyes had spread apart, his nose elongated and flattened and filling out the space provided. His mouth stretched into a permanent grin the same size as his chin. His neck had thinned out and the extra flesh had pushed itself down to fill in the ample breast area. Somehow his arms had shortened slightly until they barely reached each other. The tightness of the latex restricted the use of his fingers individually so that his hands resembled a giant paw. His torso was encased in a natural corset, allowing his flesh to spill out into generous hips and continue down his curvy legs to the end of the rubber suit where his own manly feet protruded onto the carpet. He shifted and caught sight of the white tail. The stuffed bunny had been forced into the tail and compressed until it filled the whole space with white fluff.

The effect was mesmerizing and Morphy couldn’t take his eyes off his reflection as he ran his hands across his new form, drinking in the sound of rubber against rubber. He could feel his own skin tingle at the contact, feel her movements beneath his hand. She teased him with her full-body caresses as he moved their hands over the new form they created together. They stroked and massaged beginning at their head, pawing at the long nose, flicking the pointy ears. Their closed hands felt their way up and down the smooth neck and across the sloping shoulders, opening and closing slightly on the tight muscles. They continued to massage gently as they ever so slowly inched toward their straining breasts until they reached below and lifted one in each hand, pressing them together, teasing the nipples with the tips of their hands. Morphy watched himself in fascination and arousal. Together they dipped their head to nuzzle the uplifted breasts, and then threw their head back as their hands raced down their body to press deeply on their most intimate area. They pawed and stroked in a frenzy of motion as the two-in-one creature writhed in intense pleasure, the loud squeaks ringing through the room. Tension mounting, desire growing, he could feel his skin becoming squeezed as they prepared to explode with her. The movements of their hands and the restriction increased with each stroke until a giant tremor erupted from their loins and burst from their skin, bright colors swimming before their eyes. They collapsed on the floor in a mass of damp rubber and slept.

Morphy awoke slowly, groggily at first. He rolled over and tried to stretch his arms above his head. They would not move. Strange, he thought, I feel like I’ve been tied down. He let his mind clear a bit and remembered his night. A grin broke across his face, or would have if he could have moved his mouth. What was wrong?! He looked down and could see his bare feet protruding from a clear plastic casing and remembered that he was still mostly inside the balloon. Feeling a need for space he tried to reach down and pull it off. But his arms would not stretch that far. Nor would his back bend enough to allow him to reach. Beginning to become frightened, he began to kick his feet in an attempt to free himself. He managed to catch an edge of the latex with one heel. Using it for leverage he stood up to get a better grip. As soon as he stood, the balloon stretched across his entire foot and sucked the rest of him inside. Suddenly he felt a sensation of becoming smaller. Everything in the room seemed to rise taller and taller around him as the balloon squeezed tighter and tighter.