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Chapter 11 by Balloonymous Balloonymous

Can't run away from this. What does your second brain desire?

Balloons

You can have literally anything, no matter how impossible it would be to have, but in the end, you are a pretty bad liar. Trying to hide your desire any longer seems like a bad idea right now. Ava is clearly impatient, and if she notices you're lying, there's no telling what she would do. It's better to not piss off the being that can snap all of existence off on a whim.

"Well... there is... something..." you begin, stuttering most of your words.

"Yeeees~?" The mystical field toying with your dick gets just a little bit more insistent.

You decide to just drop it there and then, stalling is pointless. "Balloons," you say in one quick breath. If she heard you, she doesn't react to it.

"What about them?" she asks after a moment of silence.

"You... you're not even bothered by that?"

"Should I?" she responds back immediately. "During my absence, I traveled to a shitload of universes, created and toyed with pretty much anything and everything imaginable, in every way imaginable. Honestly, nothing you could have told me would have phased me in any way. In fact, that's a lovely answer, if I'm honest. A pretty tame thing to have affliction for, not gonna lie."

You stumble against the nearby wall for support, not noticing the magical erotic **** field around your penis had vanished. In an instant, all of your fear of Ava shaming you for your fetish vanishes. You don't even know what you were so scared of, in fact. She just... accepted it, right off the bat.

"Anyway," she continues, getting your attention again. Your eyes goes wide open when you notice she's holding a white party balloon in her hands which have seemingly come from nowhere, which mean she conjured it. She gives it a few squeeze as she looks at the rubber toy, making it squeak in between her fingers. "What should I do with this thing, then?"

She glances at you, only to see you frozen like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. She gives the balloon another squeeze, your dick twitching in response. "Damn, you're down that bad for balloons? If I had been made aware all these years, the power I could have had on you..." You still say nothing back, the simple balloon more than enough to paralyze you completely. "Are you able to tell me what exactly you want me to do with this? Or should I just go ahead and test stuffs randomly until I figure it out myself?"

What is your answer?

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