Picked Up

You were about to sprint out of the bathroom when the balloons lifted out from the panties and your dick slipped into one. You were frozen in place as it erupted an orgasm filling up one ballon- and then the other.

"I don't-ohhhhh- have time- ohhhh- for this..." but it didn't matter what you had time for.

Once filled the balloons tied themselves up and ran themselves over your body eventually shoving themselves into your face. The warmth from the balloons, knowing what filled them, added a new layer of shame as the imitation breasts forced you to motorboat them before your bra extended and they replaced the tissues that once filled them.

The door to the stall finally opened and you ran out.

Just as you sprinted to the bathroom hours earlier, you now found yourself sprinting to the parking lot to get in your car and leave before Larry showed up.

You promised yourself that the worst part of your current day was finished- you would not allow it to get any worse.

You ran to your car and fumbled to pull your keys from your pocket on the way to your car when your cursed cock became erect and lifted the car keys from your grip and dropped them into a nearby drain.

"Noooooo!" You screamed, dropping to your knees and seeing them just below the grater, you were about to reach in to grab them when a rush of water carried them away.

"No!" You screamed down at your crotch, "damn you! Why don't you just leave me ALONE!"

Then a car pulled up by you, "hop in babe!"

The door magically opened on its own and you heard your cock say, "get in."