Asami, a petite Japanese in her twenties

Asami, a young adult who has moved recently in the apartment complex to get closer to downtown and her new job. Her 22 years of age barely showed due to her short stature at 5 foot and a half tall plus her almost absent breast. Her short black hair complimented perfectly her natural beauty. She never really used makeup on herself unless for an important occasion and it showed. She was currently wearing fairly simple clothings fit for a friend meetup, followed by a tranquil walk in the nearest park. She made it a point to at least get a breath of fresh air once a week on the weekends.

The young girl entered the main room, everything in pristine condition, bringing a smile to her face. She rapidly noticed the folded note on the table. Picking it up and unfolding it revealed its content:

Hello honey! Just wishing you a happy birthday once again, as well as all the money, luck and health you can get. I wish I could get home at the usual time, unfortunately my boss called me right before leaving home asking me to stay longer to assist with an issue. Luckily, I still had the time to prepare a big surprise all for you in our bedroom. No need to wait for me since I’ll be late, and have a great evening. I’ll get home as soon as I can. Love you! Adam.

That piqued her curiosity, glancing at the closed bedroom door. Asami placed the note back on the table and went to take a look, wondering what he had done this time. With a twist of the handle and a shove, the smell hit her first followed by the sight. No matter where she looked, be it the floor, the bed or the ceiling, balloons could be seen. She let out a gasp, her hand over her opened mouth. They looked so beautiful, and the fresh fragrance in the air only made her heart beat faster and harder.

Adam knew exactly that she absolutely adored those bouncy toys, having a fetish for them for as long as she could remember. He himself didn’t see the appeal himself, but in the end, it was harmless and he loved the pure joy she had when interacting with them. If it made her happy, he was more than happy to oblige. And she would compromise by acting on his kink as well in exchange.

She began slowly walking through the room, just letting the atmosphere settle in her mind and taking note of the inflated inventory. Their bedroom was a modest size chosen by her for her inflatable antics, and her boyfriend had used it to its full potential. A handful of balloons on the floor were simple party balloons you can get at any store. On the bed lay a couple of bigger one, probably 24 inches, and attached to the two corners at the feet of the beds were trios of pink helium-filled balloons that were slightly bigger.

The ceiling wasn’t spared as round helium orbs as big as the ones on the bed rested dormant with long string dangling below them. Yet, the stars of the attraction were clearly the huge airship shaped balloon that she recognized as the famous GL1200 sitting right in front of a giant climb-in balloon blown six feet wide, both pink.

As Asami walked to them, her legs created a path by lightly kicking the colorful balloons in her way, bouncing them against one another. Other than her deep breath, those were the only sounds in the whole room. She reached the zeppelin and pressed her hand on it. Still soft, probably slightly under inflated. But then again, he only knew what he had to know to make her happy and wasn’t a pro like she was. In fact, all the balloons didn’t seem to have reached their full potential, they were blown to rated size at most.

Yet, she didn’t care, nor did her body which had been rapidly heating up through all this. Adam did say she didn’t have to wait, and she honestly wasn’t sure if she could have anyway. The flame of passion burned brightly inside of her. She snatched a ribbon and tugged, bringing one of those orbs to her. Blind luck gave her a completely black opaque balloon. She dug her fingers in its body gently, feeling just how inflated they were. She concluded that she’d have easily made them bigger herself, but they will be more than fine.

Wrapping her arms around it, Asami gave it a firm hug, distorting it around her body and rubbing the side of her face against it. The squeal of the latex brought a dreamy slime to her face, only turning her on even more. She knew it was now only a matter of time before a lovely mess would occur in this room.