Not Really.

You grunt and squirm as much as you can but the deflating balloon presses in from all sides against you.

"I am NOT surrendering to this thing..!" you yell out in frustration.

You stop struggling against the thick latex and gather your breath to think about things for a minute. You are still on the soft rubbery grass so you squirm again but this time with purpose. As tight as the balloon is, you can still move with purpose, albeit a little. With a little effort and timing, you roll over from your front and onto your back.

You close your eyes and smile at your small victory before calming your mind and body, slowing your breaths. Opening your eyes again you look down at your body to see just what kind of balloon is so keen on snuggling you so.

The first thing that catches your eyes is your large breasts. Tightly encased in the balloon they are clearly defined and heaving slowly as you recover your breathing.

You look around you, noticing you are sitting in a small hollow in the ground, your head and back at the bottom. You begin wriggling and squirming again, sudden determination to prop yourself upright some takes priority. After a few moments you have slid around and are able to rest back against the hollow.

You look down again at your own body and note your cock is hard as usual and held within the tight confines of the balloon. So tight is its grip on your cock however you can see the veins running its length, from top to ba..

Wait.

You can see the base of your cock? The balloon may stretch and not be as inflexible as you first feared. With a little concentration you focus on your cock and make it twitch several times. "Yup, definitely flexible."

You look down further to your legs, again both clearly defined in the latex balloon but held tightly together.

You look further down at your feet and toes before a slow smile spreads over your lips. Your toes are each and individually defined in the balloon.

"This thing will stretch."

Your arms, crossed over your front and under your breasts, begin exerting a focused pressure outwards. You grunt and strain hard.

In just a few moments you see your arms pulling hard against the balloon as you fight to push your arms away from your body under the confines of their prison.

The more you strain the more space you create, the balloon continues to stretch!

You keep fighting the confining balloon and just as you think the balloon will break it suddenly shifts to wrap around each of your arms tightly!

You scream a but as you suddenly go from straining as hard as you can to your arms being free to move, despite them being enveloped in their own smaller balloon prisons. Your hands are balled into fists however, but after a few moments of straining hard, your fingers are suddenly wrapped in their own gloves as the balloon again stretches and shifts to accommodate you.