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Bye Bye Balloons #5:- Beddy Bye Balloons- B= 100
Soft, well aged balloons under the covers pressed
next to especially sensitive areas have produced many fetishists. Inevitably,
however, the fun is discovered.
The two big fat yellow balloons tied to sticks that I had gotten at the shoe store had spent the last month hung over the top of the mirror attached to my bureau where I could see them easily from my bed. I couldn't reach them unless I stood tippy toe on the wooden chair in my room, so I just admired them as decorations from my bed. They had lost about half their air in that time and my mother had taken them down and tossed them on my bed when she cleaned my room that morning because she said they were old and smelly and it was time for me to get rid of them.
At the time I was very afraid of inflated balloons, especially if they were blown up really tight, because they popped easily and unexpectedly with a loud bang that frightened me. It was for this reason that I had no desire to be near them or play with them when they were first brought home. Mother had told me to break them now because she thought it might help me get over my fear if I were to pop the two balloons since they weren't so big and wouldn't make a really loud bang when they went.
The balloons were still attached to their sticks and I picked them up and started squeezing the soft yellow rubber with my other hand. I pressed the rubber against my face and inhaled the nice sweet aroma. I knew if I squeezed them hard enough and dug my nails into the soft rubber skin the balloons would break. I seemed to sense that even if they did it wouldn't make a really loud noise so I really pressed my finger tips into them because it made such a nice squeaking sound. I played with the balloons for about a half hour until my fingers were tired. It was fun. I liked the feel and sound they made when I rubbed them as well as the sweet smell they had.
When I finished playing I took them into the kitchen and showed mother what I had been doing with them. Mother seemed pleased as she said, "Aren't you afraid they will pop when you treat them like that. You know how easily balloons break."
"No, I'm not afraid of these, I replied. "I know that playing with them like this will make them pop but it won't scare me. Please mom, can I keep them until they break?"
"Well... I guess so," she replied. "Do you want me to take them off the sticks?" I nodded yes and she unhooked the necks from the ends of the sticks and tied a knot to keep the air in. I raced back to my room with my new toys and played with them some more before I carefully put them in the corner on the floor next to my toy box.
We were heading into the summer months and like all six year olds I wore shorts in warm weather. During the next few weeks the two balloons lost additional air aided by several squeeze and rub sessions, and the yellow rubber was stained and grimy from my dirty and sometimes sweaty hands pressing into it. I discovered I liked the feel of the soft skin like rubber when I pressed the balloons against my bare arms and legs, and by rubbing myself with them I could really make loud squeaking sounds.
I was really surprised my rough play didn't pop them. On the one hand I wanted the balloons to last because they felt so good in my hands and when I pressed them against the bare parts of my body. On the other, I wanted them to break to prove to myself that I wasn't afraid to pop them. Then I would be like the older boys who took great pleasure in quickly busting any balloon as soon as they got a hold of it, especially if it was mine or some other smaller kid's. I had come home crying from several birthday parties where my gift balloon from the host was gleefully broken by older boys.
In warm weather I slept in loose fitting short sleeve 'jammies' that had separate 'boxer' style shorts bottoms. At this time they were only a couple of weeks old. I think mom got them much larger than I actually needed so that I would still be able to wear them an additional year. They were made from thin soft cotton and were so light and loose it felt like I wasn't wearing anything when I had them on and was in my bed.
One night I when I was put to bed I wasn't at all tired. I needed something to play with to keep me occupied, that was small enough to have in my junior bed with me, and that I could have fun with; even in the subdued light coming through the window shade from the setting sun. The two balloons came to mind. Additionally, because they weren't buried in the jumble of toys crammed into my toy box, they would be easy to locate as well.
I rounded them up and crawled under the sheet with a balloon gripped in each hand. I soon discovered that pressing them against my body still felt good even though it was through the cotton jammies. However, when I slid them up the sides of my hips there was no squeaking sound. The soft rubber just glided over the smooth cotton. I couldn't reach my bare legs without sitting up although I could rub them on my bare arms if I turned and lay on my side. I tried this but it didn't prove particularly satisfying. In addition I was worried mom might hear the loud squeaking sounds, so I flopped over on my back and squashed the two balloons on my chest; rolling them up and down under my flattened hands.
In short order I discovered my two titties had gotten big and stiff. They felt funny in a good sort of way. I released the balloons under the sheet and gently traced around each one with the tip of my fore finger. Hummmm, this gave me an interesting sensation.
I had experienced numerous erections before but had never paid any real attention to them. Most of the time when they occurred there were people around and my 'toidy' would get caught in my underpants giving me a most uncomfortable feeling. My mother had made a great point of instructing me that I was never to touch another kid's private parts nor to touch mine when other people were around, but in those situations the only way to free it up was to grab the front of my pants and move it to a better position. I always felt guilty for disobeying mother and would try to turn away from others so they couldn't see my maneuver. When it got big and was caught, though, and had pressure on the tip I got that same funny feeling down below that I now had on my chest.
The next obvious move was to grab one of the balloons and roll it around on top of my 'toidy' to see if it would get big like my tits. Sure enough it did. It got big and I got that nice feeling again. I kept on rolling the semi-squashed balloon around on my lower abdomen but it was difficult, because to keep the balloon over the proper point I had to have it clear down at the tips of my fingers. As I rolled it up and down, it kept squirting out under the sheet and going down between my legs. I knew I could solve this problem simply by sitting up in bed and leaning back against the headboard, which is what I had to do to retrieve the balloon when it got away from me. However, I had gotten a spanking on a couple of occasions when mother found me sitting up in bed when I was supposed to be lying down getting to sleep, so I felt obligated to remain in my reclined position.
Another solution was to grab the balloon as I did when I rubbed them on my legs and arms and just rub my 'toidy' with it. The balloon wouldn't make any noise because I would be rubbing on the cotton shorts of my jammies. This seemed to solve the problem. I had better control over the balloon and the pressure and rubbing action felt even better than when I just rolled the balloon over it.
I liked the tingly sensation I was getting. It seemed to be coming from the end of my 'toidy'. I began rubbing the balloon harder and faster over that portion when suddenly it REALLY felt good and I had the sensation that I might have wet the bed. I quickly checked with my other hand and my jammies were all nice and dry. The good sensation lasted about a half a minute and then subsided. I felt really relaxed and sleepy. Fortunately I remembered I would also get punished if I played with any toys after mother put me to bed so, before I fell soundly asleep, I put the balloons back where they had been.
My bedtime was 7:30 PM and I hated going to bed; especially in the summer when there was still plenty of daylight. The next night, however, I was looking forward to it. I wanted to experience that really good feeling again. As soon as mother had tucked me in and gone down stairs I hopped out of the bed, grabbed one of the balloons, and started rubbing my lower abdomen. It didn't take long for my 'toidy' to get big and hard again.
It still was difficult to reach down that far and still maintain a firm grip on the soft squishy balloon so I decided to try lying face down on my stomach with the balloon properly positioned under my hips and using my legs to slide my 'toidy' up and down. I was concerned that the balloon might pop with my weight on it so I pulled up the heavy quilt that was across the bottom of the bed up over the top of me, even my head, so if it did pop mom wouldn't hear it go. Surprisingly the balloon didn't break and I began scrunching my hips back and forth over it. The results didn't seem to be as effective as when I slid the balloon back and forth with my hand because I was again getting a rolling motion from the balloon. Also, in short order the balloon worked it's way out of position down between my legs. I quickly solved this problem by stuffing the balloon inside the front of my jammie shorts. It was tough squeezing it all in but I finally made it and turned over again on my stomach and resumed my hip motion. This was better. I especially liked the feeling of my 'toidy' in direct contact with the rubber. Soon that wonderful feeling of release came over me. When the sensations subsided I flopped on my back and extracted the balloon from my over stretched jammie shorts. Again I couldn't believe I hadn't wet the bed ,so I thoroughly checked the balloon, my shorts, and the bed sheet for signs of wetness; nothing. My pleasurable night time balloon play went on for another week and a half. I always used the same balloon because it was markedly smaller than the other which made it easier and less uncomfortable to squeeze in my jammie shorts.
My last balloon fun night was a Saturday. I had played hard all day and as usual I had no trouble convincing my baby sitter to give me an additional hour past my bedtime of her hilarious readings from my story books. I was really tired and almost skipped my bed time fun. This night, when the good feeling subsided I think I must have fallen right to sleep still on top of the balloon. A couple of hours later while rolling around in my sleep I must have realized it was still in my jammie shorts and pulled it out. In any case, Sunday morning when I got up and my mother went to make up the bed, she found the balloon under the sheet down at the foot next to the quilt.
Mom demanded to know what the balloon was doing in my bed even though it must have been obvious that I had been playing with it under the covers. She had the balloon tightly clamped in her right hand and she made me sit on the end of my bed as she started scolding me. I was hoping that she didn't suspect how much fun I was really having with it. I knew that making my toidy big was a no no and I really would be in for it if she suspected I had been rubbing myself with it. To my relief she didn't make a big issue out of my after bed time play. Worse.
Mom grabbed the balloon with her left hand as she announced, "I told you I wanted you to break these balloons and get rid of them last week. If you had popped them like I wanted you to then they wouldn't have been around to tempt you and you wouldn't be in trouble now." She paused as she squeezed the fingers of both hands into the yellow rubber. I suddenly sensed she was going to break my super fun toy.
I yelled out, "Please mom; don't break it! I won't play with it in bed again. Please don't, It's my favorite toy." My sudden outburst took her by surprise and she momentarily relaxed her destructive grip.
Mom scowled at me and commanded, "Just what have you been doing with this balloon in your bed?" Oh, oh. Now I was in big trouble. "Answer me," she demanded. I suddenly realized that thinking about the fun feeling the balloon gave me and the fact that I was about to see it destroyed had made my toidy begin to rise. I quickly came up with a lame response to the effect that I was squeezing and rubbing it with my hand and the soft squeaking sound that made put me to sleep.
"Yes I think you were rubbing it all right," mom shouted as she glared at me, "Down here." She bent over and scrubbed the soft balloon up and down a few times over my crotch. It felt good. Then she grabbed the elastic waist of my jammie bottoms and yanked it down toward my knees. My big hard toidy popped up at an angle. I was surprised it was so big and hard after only a few rubs. Mother was really surprised and not at all pleased.
"So you make yourself big with these silly balloons, do you?" mom was borderline yelling which she rarely ever did. "Well not any more." She dug her fingers into the balloon again as she pulled her hands apart. The rubber skin stretched between her hands then suddenly tore creating a tired POOF sound as the remaining air suddenly escaped out the rip she had made in the side.
Mom made me get up and pull my jammie bottoms up to their proper position and then get the other balloon for her. Again she dug her fingers into the rubber but this time the balloon burst with a relatively quiet POP sound before she even pulled her hands apart. I felt I was just about to get that really good tingling sensation and I instinctively grabbed my toidy with my right hand to rub it. Mother saw this and she roughly slapped my hand away. Then she made me lean over my bed while she whacked me on my behind really hard several times with her bare hand. As she was swatting me she yelled, "I better not find that you are making yourself big ever again. Do you hear me! And no more balloons until you learn how to play with them and break them like boys your age should. Hear me!" Her blows really stung my rear; more than any time previously, and I couldn't hold back the tears.
The next few nights I was too afraid to try any other things that would bring back the wonderful feeling again. Mom checked on me several times just after she put me to bed each night. After about a week I discovered my hip motion while I lay on my stomach worked even better than when I had the soft balloon stuffed between my toidy and the front of my jammies because it slid directly on the soft cotton. Now when the nice feeling was over I could just fall asleep right as I lay, and mom would never know. 11/28 Post on 3/6/00