Indulge in her supernatural balloon fetish

Penny sat down at the table, barely able to focus to her environment, shaky pen in hand. She slid the book towards her and cranked it open slowly, almost afraid the thing would break. Reaching the first blank page, she could spot Lydia's wish and her counter to it, as well as numerous wishes made by previous owner. This book clearly had history. For a brief moment, she wondered how Lydia managed to got hold of such a powerful artifact, before going back to the task at hand.

She had to be careful. Very careful. A single mistake, and he could very well be stuck in the same state as the girl she met a moment ago. She tapped the pen on the side of the book, just thinking on how to formulate her wishes, and in which order. She had no clue how much space she'd take, but she definitely was about to make a handful of wishes to make this worth. She didn't want to have regrets or ask Lydia to borrow the book once more.

Penny began with the very first thing she wished for her entire life, just to test things out. The one thing that could accidentally ruin her fun in an instant.

I wish that any balloons or inflatable in the same room as I, or within a 10 miles radius from me if I am considered outside, to be absolutely unpoppable and indestructible.

As she placed the period, the blue haired girl let out a shaky breath. If just that alone would come true, she'd be in heaven. Just writing it down made her privates damp. She had to test this out real quick. Standing up, she fetched her nearby handbag she had discarded near Lydia's bedroom and brought it back with her to the kitchen table. She dug in and retrieved a simple red party balloon, which she quickly gave a few breath, not even bothering pre-stretching the toy, and tied a half knot to trap the air in. The balloon was only half full, but that's all she really needed.

Next from her handbag came a small pocket knife. Unsheathing the blade, she hesitated, praying the book deemed her wish 'sexual in nature'. Positioning the knife above the balloon, she slowly lowered the sharp tool closer to the stretched latex, its point facing towards it, and, after one final burst of confidence, stabbed downwards.

Her muscles flinched in anticipation, her eyes snapped shut, yet nothing happened. Slightly wondering if she had missed, she pried one eye slightly ajar. Her gaze landed on the weapon in her hand resting on top of the balloon, clearly pressing down on it more than hard enough to pierce through. And yet, it stayed whole.

Her eyes and her focus came back as she retreated the blade, bringing it closer to her face to examine its sharpness. Lydia flicked the sharpened part sideways across her thumb, even pressing said thumb against its pointy end very gently, just to confirm it was indeed very sharp. So she stabbed the balloon again, and once more with even more ****.

Stars danced in her irises. It was real? She was already quite convinced when she first saw Lydia being magically toyed with, but to see one of her wishes, her deepest wish working gave her an incredible rush. Her breath became erratic, her mind once more invaded by the possibilities. A world where balloons couldn't pop anymore around her! The fun she'd have!

Which rose the followup question of what would happen if she were to over inflate one in that unbreakable state. Until a light dinged in her brain. She could just solve that issue immediately! The blue haired girl brought the book in front of her, and wrote.

I wish that any balloons in the same room as I, or within a 10 miles radius from me if I am considered outside, to be able to stretch infinitely if it's going past its rated size and for it to constantly have a comfortable bouncy feel.

The thoughts alone sent a twitch of anticipation between her legs. No need to test that one, she had faith. She now had access to infinitely growing, squishy, unbreakable balloon. As much as she wanted to go back to her own dorm to try it out, she held on so she could wish for more.

Then she remembered Lydia and the state she found her in. Her sex toys just going to town on her. She could have the same thing, but for her objects of fantasy. She just had to word this out very carefully.

I wish that any balloons or inflatables in the same room as I, or within a 10 miles radius from me if I am considered outside, to be allowed to sexually please me if I am turned on with a cool down period of 24 hours, with me having the ability to opt out by using the safe word 'pineapple on spaghetti'.

As she gave her latest wish a proofread, she failed to notice the small red orb take flight and zip swiftly under the table. She released an involuntary gasp when she felt it shoving itself against her moist pussy, with only her jeans and her panties acting as a barrier. She shoved herself and her chair backwards to have a look and, sure enough, the balloon was nuzzling itself side-to-side in-between her legs.

"Pineapple on spaghetti!" she shouted in her panic, but it had the desired effect, the toy switching back to idle mode. She did realize how silly that safe word was, but at least, it was something she'd remember and not pronounce accidentally. She snatched the balloon lying dormant on her chair and placed it back on the table. Now that she had setup solid foundations, she could build upon them.

I wish, whenever balloons or inflatables are currently playing with me per my third wish, for those balloons or inflatables to have any amount of upwards or downwards buoyancy and strength to facilitate their play. I wish, whenever balloons are currently playing with me per my third wish, for those balloons to be able to inflate, deflate, grow, shrink and remodel all by themselves. I wish, whenever inflatables are currently playing with me per my third wish, for those inflatable to be able to inflate and deflate all by themselves. I wish, whenever balloons are currently playing with me per my third wish and have any kind of tether tied around their neck, for those balloons to be able to control said tether as an extension of themselves.

With all of that done, she realized there was something missing if she did say the safe word and she either didn't mean to or just wanted to resume the action.

I wish that using the previously written safe word when the balloons are on cool down per the condition of my third wish, or having been interrupted by the use of the safe word, to be allowed to please me immediately as if the cool down period had ended, and the others conditions are met.

By that point, her underwear were completely drenched. She really had to control herself to not drop all of this and sprint back to her place. But as fun as this would be in this current state, she needed more securities, to reduce as much ambiguity that she could think of.

I wish that any balloon cannot physically hurt me in any way, prevent me from speaking or suffocate me, nor have the ability from causing damage to its environment, in which case those balloons are allowed to either stop inflating, allows to be inflated, to deflate or even pop, bypassing my first wish preventing it to, whichever prevents damage or help that object or person to go out of harm's way without causing more harm or damage in the process.

"There we go." With all of this, she had built a fortress where she could play and be pleased by the objects of her desire, and put a stop to it no matter what if she felt overwhelmed. Which left the matter of Lydia. She wouldn't steal the book, but she didn't really want for her to play with her without her consent.

I wish that any wish written by someone other than myself in this book that affects me are to be nullified. I wish for every wish I've wished so far to be permanent unless I counter them myself.

"And last, but not least..."

I wish for every wish I've made, including this one, to turn invisible from everyone's sight.

With a proud smile on her face, she looked at the book and everything she had wished for. Only to notice her last wish didn't come true, the words staying visible on the pages. She stared, confused, wondering what went wrong, until it hit her. The wishes has to be sexual in nature, she recalled.

Penny gave every wish she made a once over, and the only one she had doubt had worked was the three last one she made. The last one, she was certain, but the two before that weren't exactly sexual in nature, she only made them to protect herself. Would those work? The one making her wishes permanent was probably fine, since it affected her fetish. The blue haired girl had no real way to test those by herself. She hoped Lydia would be infinitely grateful and for her to just not mess with her once she's woken up and read her wishes.

Just to be sure of the very last wish she believed had be working, she took the underinflated balloon resting on the table and shoved it as hard as she could against her face, squishing its latex fiercely around her mouth and her nose. She was pleased to notice that her breathing was unimpeded, the air somehow passing through the latex film. She pulled the balloon off of her face, satisfied.

For now, Penny couldn't think of anything else to add to this, closing the book. Hopefully, she'd have no regrets. Which meant one thing. She shoved her pocket knife and the barely inflated balloon in her handbag, stood on shaky legs, and began the trek to her dorm where the greatest day of her life was about to occur, her completely drenched panties squelching slightly with each of her steps.