Spill everything to her (multiple big balloon path)

"Well..." You're not sure where to start. The thing you're still impaled onto, maybe? "Like you noticed, I love the bigger one. The bigger, the better."

"No limits?" she interjects.

"I... I don't think so, although I didn't have a loving girlfriend with the power of willing anything into existence a few days ago."

"Cracking jokes once more, I see. Guess you're back to normal," she tauntingly pats your head. "What else, any scenario you've ever dreamed of that only I can bring to life?"

"I... sometimes daydreamed of having balloons that just..." Thinking about the scenario sends little pleasurable spasms towards your dick, each words following amplifying the feeling. "...magically float in an unseen breeze, that either ties themselves all over me, or hug me in their squishy embrace, before gently hissing bigger, threatening to steal me from the ground while I'm being brought to climax, and with nothing I could do about it because they'd be... unp-poppable..." As the final word escape your mouth, your penis shoots a short volley of sperm that goes splatter at the bottom of your white orb.

"That is indeed a scenario only I could bring up to life... Hold on, doesn't that mean you want to be in a dom-sub relation with balloons, with the balloons being the dominant ones?" Ava exclaims.

For a moment, you don't answer, thinking about it. In a sense, you suppose it does sound like that. Even a few other fantastical scenario dancing into your head could fit that category.

"Oh my god, it is!" she screams. "Does that means anything with that thematic would send you over the edge in an orgasmic lockdown?"

"Well... I... It's that..." You try really hard to say anything, but the words entangle in your throat as your brain is attempting to shove any coherent sentence out.

Ava lets out a deep, ominous laugh. "Oooh, the fun we're about to have, my dear." She snaps her fingers.