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The actions around Asami didn’t seem to calm whatsoever in the room, but it did seem like the humping against her butt had stopped. It hadn’t retreated, and she still was somehow pinned way off the floor by a trio of balloons. She slowly opened her eyes so that she could visually witness the chaos in the room.

Most of the inflated toys didn’t seem to follow any real pattern. They were floating around, sometimes impacting each other and bouncing away, the room a cacophony of squeaks and boings. After a moment of nothing happening directly to her, she realized the chaos never approached her, never collided against her or her flying apparel. It didn’t stop her from still hugging for dear life, but curiosity began to slowly creep in her mind.

Sensing herself having calmed down, her ride began drifting her away. “Hold up, where are we going?” She asked that out of reflex, since with a simple glance, she’d have seen them approaching the biggest two toys in the room, that haven’t moved since this all started. They glided down to the long sausage one, positioning themselves right above it with Asami parallel to it.

The two balloons pressing against her bum and her back decided to retreat at that point, and her last anchor point began rotating backwards. Her grip intensified, trying in vain to not tip off, but no amount of strength and pleading from her prevented her fall, landing on her back with a scream on the inflated rolling pin. She deeply sank in before bouncing up and down wildly a few times. It was incredibly soft, and very probably underinflated.

Asami knew she didn’t have good balance, so she was surprised at first that she didn’t immediately fall or bounce off the pink log. She still spread her legs and her arms down the sides and apart in case she needed to react and save herself. From all around her, a couple of the bigger balloons, the one that had been floating against the ceiling, approached her slowly, dislodging from the chaos of the room. One went to gently rub each of her legs while two went resting against her hands, unmoving. Another landed on her stomach, rolling carefully up and down the length of her body.

The petite asian wasn’t sure how exactly to act or interpret whatever was happening all around her, but one thing was certain. If they wanted to hurt her at any point, they could and would have done it by now. Two more big orbs approached her face, gently pinning themselves against her ears. As they rubbed back and forth, she shut her eyes tightly while her mind was assaulted with their delightful squeaks, sending her mind in a frenzy. The orb on her stomach had begun rolling lower, gently pressing between her legs before coming back up.