I’m a cum balloon

“Massage my balls, sweetheart!” He roared as he face fucked me, my head and hair still in his vice grip, “the pumps just about ready!”

I moaned at that, and my panties gushed even more as my stimulating hands slid from the shaft that was distorting my head down to the massive veiny wrecking balls that were still growing.

I lifted each of them, rubbing my thumbs and fingers all over the thick and heavy sacks of my desire.

All the while his cock swelled even more in my mouth, as if opening the floodgates for the oncoming storm.

“Yeah, that it, love!” He panted as he finally tipped over. He thrusted with every word, my plump lips forming a hermetic seal to contain all the juices. “Here…it…CUMS!!!”

And with that, he shoves me completely down, all 24”.

The world seemed to stop for a blink of eye.

Then the eye, shoved past my throat opened up and the flood was unleashed.

Cum rushes into my belly, a torrent of white, salty goodness feeds me like the whore I am.

“Mmmmmnngghh….” I hum, keeping a firm seal around his cock, as the cumjuice long since filled my belly, pushes outward.

My ripped, trim, toned stomach, becomes soft and bulges outward, filled with baby batter, and all I can do is moan and suck, and cum as I expand like a balloon.

It seems like only seconds have passed before the soaking stream of semen has me bloated beyond quadruplets, with no sign of stopping.

“Oh yeah, bitch!!” The bull groaned as the pressure inside his cum factories dissipates into my boulder of of tummy, “keep sucking that cock, my good little balloon! We’ll get you sorted out! Thank god you’re so stretchable!!”

And wasn’t that the truth? I was now in octomom range, my distended stomach now sinking onto the floor, pushing my tank top up into a makeshift bra for my massive titties.

Though I barely noticed that, so consumed was I in my gorged and expunging pussy, suffering through a non-ending orgasm of my own, overwhelming all of my senses with pure pleasure.

But finally, after it seemed like an eternity, the immense one-eyed dragon slowed in its spurting, longer pauses between each blast. The churning of his balls began to relax, and the bulls grip on my hair was becoming lax.

“Ahh,” he sighed, as he began to retract the monster from my mouth “a good appetizer…”

Appetizer???

He was still intermittently spurting into me, but now that the veiny head was in my mouth, I actually got to taste the warm, sticky, and salty baby batter.

I cummed once more, overwhelmed by its richness. In response, I clamped down with my plump lips and hands, desperately trying to keep this most delicious piece of meat in my mouth for as long as I could, so that I could taste every drop of his warm spunk.

And this was only an appetizer??

I got my answer by running my teasing and soft hands down his shaft once again to the engorged massive balls. I hefted each once more and felt the churning of more spunk being generated. If anything, they seemed to be swelling even bigger, promising me a hosing twice a big as before.

And like a good balloon, I kept a firm secure hold on the pump that would make me massive.

“Love the enthusiasm, my big balloon,” the voice above me chortled in endearment, those massive hands switching from iron-fisted control and domination back to the loving tenderness of twirling my hair and caressing my visage.

“But I think we need to fix this bulge of yours before Round II…”

I was so distracted and mesmerized in sucking off my thick pump and stimulating the two massive and growing spherical tanks beneath it, that I completely forgot about my massive tummy beneath me.

I saw a full wall mirror to the side and blanched in horror at my appearance…

I looked hideous.

I was a fat, bloated, and disgusting balloon.

The rolls of flesh and the cavernous expanse of my stomach completely encompassed my view. I wasn’t even sure that I could stand up, so enormous was my figure.

I couldn’t help myself.

I started tearing up, despondent in my appearance. Who would fuck me now? Who would even want to touch such a blob of a balloon, when there were hourglasses who kept themselves in shape.

I was no longer the hot dumb bimbo balloon.

I was the fat dumb used up bimbo balloon…

And even as I sobbed at my misfortune, I continued to suck away at the cock before me, hoping to get as much loving as I could before this bull realized how hideous his balloon looked and abandoned me to my despair.

But the strong hands were still gentle, and the voice above was still full of love and devotion for his balloon, however deformed.

“There there, sweetheart,” he comforted me, “all is not lost, we can fix this.”

“Hhhhmmmmm?” I asked to his cock, my lips still firmly sealed to my lifeline.

“How indeed,” he repeated with patient amusement, “Well it’s pretty simple, my lovable, but dim ballon, we just **** the juice inside you somewhere more appealing.”

“Bbmmmm lllkkmm hhmmm??” I inquired to the pump, hope filling my massive belly.

I could hear his smile “Like this, love.”

And with that, the roving hands went from caressing my locks down to my considerably enormous waist and lifted me up.

And he was like sooo strong.

I must have liked weighed 300 pounds, but my bull lifted me as if I was still a sexy bimbo balloon.

Unfortunately, he was like strong enough to separate me from the cock of my desire, and I cried once more, my lips making suction noises fervently searching for the most important thing in any girl’s life.

And as I liked whimpered all over my hunk, he just patronizingly grabbed at my immense waist and squeezed.

Hard.

I gasped. “You’re like squeezing me!!”

“Very perceptive love!” He complimented me patronizingly, still squeezing my tummy tight, “you’re such an observant bimbo, aren’t you?”

“Uh huh. I’m like really smart!” I agree, glad my bull recognizes my smarts. With my ruined figure, I need to make sure I’m useful to him. A bimbo without a body is no bimbo at all.

“So like? Why doesn’t this hurt? and why do my boobies and booty feel so tight?”

“Why don’t you look at them and see for your self, honey?” He responded reasonably, still giving me the biggest hug in my life.

But I don’t want to. My belly is soo fat and bloated. I’m so ashamed of myself, I cannot look.

“I can’t!” I cry again, “I’m a fat balloon, I’m not worthy of your tasty cock!”

“Oh my simple, simple balloongirl,” he soothes me reassuringly, and I feel every inch of his veiny Rod of God rubbing against my wet pussy, “you were made for this cock! And I told you already, I’m fixing that. Look down? For me?”

I could never say no to my pump. He was like the only thing that mattered to Me.

I **** myself to look at my body again, ready to cry in despair at my ruined figure.

Only to gasp! “OMG!! My titties are sooo big!! And my ass is getting even bigger!!”

“Told you so!” He gleaned in triumph, still squeezing my belly, now noticeably smaller than before his load blew inside me.

“But like, how??” I asked, stupidly. This was waay beyond my level of smarts.

“It’s something you never worried about, hun. You just let your good friendly, neighborhood bull do the thinking for you.”

“Right!” I remember, my tears drying as I realizing my silly uh-oh. “Sometimes I get so emotional, I forget!”

“It’s a woman thing, I understand!” He smiles at me, still squeezing with those enormous arms.

“You’re at like soo right!! By like will you be able to fix me, hun? That was like a lot of spunk you put in me. Can you make all of it go to my boobies and butt?”

“Not before your outfit blows off, of course! You always did like wearing tight clothes. Maybe this is why!” He grinned conspiratorially at me.

I moaned in response as my threads ripped, seams split open along my thighs and cleavage, and my soft squishy flesh poured out of all the openings.

“You like found me out! I love it when my clothes goo…”

BOOOM!!!

Fabric went everywhere. Bra and panties flew in all directions, and my most important bits were bare to my bull.

My beautiful M-cups had swollen to O-cups, each massive teardrop yearning for the massive schlong rubbing against my bare pussy.

And my ass would put any girl to shame and fill her with envy and even lust. It was thick and massive, but soft with layers of smooth fat giving it curves that defined the word hemisphere.

And my tummy was back to its rock solid self. Not a even a single stretch mark.

My hourglass was restored.

And I was ready…