Claire De Loon

Pinch and Twist

Copyright © 2023 by Claire De Loon

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Pinch and Twist

Linda’s profile picture was a woman’s mouth, lips-to-nose with a balloon animal. There wasn’t much he could see of the rest of her face, but her lips were plump and red.

Max selected the Match function and sent her one of the online bouquets he’d bought on the site. He wanted her to feel like she had all of his attention, so along with the roses, he typed out a quick message.

Hi, just thought I’d send you a note saying I liked your profile and I think you and I might share a common interest in balloons. If you know what I’m talking about, let me know.

Less than five minutes later while he was swiping fruitlessly through what looked like very vanilla profiles, his phone pinged.

Match made.

Then, New message received.

It was a picture, blurred out until he clicked on it.

A sleek French manicure pressed dents into the length of a long, slender balloon, as yet untouched and full of promise.

“Fuck.” The word escaped in an explosive breath, and he felt himself stiffen almost embarrassingly quickly.

“I like,” he said, using the voice-to-text function. “Love to feel balloons like that, but I like the way your nails dig in.”

It sent, and Max watched in delight as a checkmark appeared next to his message almost immediately, indicating that Linda with the sexy lips was reading his messages right now.

Do you want to video chat? He asked before he could talk himself out of it.

Sure. @Lindalooner81 on Uchat.

Max mistyped it twice with trembling fingers before he finally got it right.

His phone screen displayed his own face in a thumbnail over a black background. It ran for ten interminable seconds before it vanished to be replaced by something pink and shiny. Not a pussy. It was even better. The familiar sound of squeaking rubber nearly brought him to his knees as those same carefully manicured fingers twisted a pink balloon into a flower shape.

“See something you like?” A low female tone asked.

Max swallowed through a suddenly dry throat. “Yes.”

“Yes ma’am,” that vixen voice corrected him.

“Yes ma’am,” he repeated obediently.

Linda laughed. It was a rich, throaty sound, and he badly wanted to hear more of it.

“So you’re a looner, too?” he asked, only belatedly remembering to add the “ma’am.”

“Of a sort,” she said. “I find making balloon animals to be a relaxing activity that allows me to let off steam. Do you like balloon animals, Max?”

“I’ve never really tried them,” he said lamely. His consideration of the things was largely limited to what he’d seen at county fairs and children’s birthday parties. “But it sounds like it could be fun with the right partner, ma’am.”

“Would you like to find out?” she asked, cutting off Max’s increasingly fanciful thoughts of her twisting a balloon pussy for him to fuck.

“Yes ma’am,” he said instantly. “When is good for you?”

Oh fuck, was this really happening? Max wasn’t normally one to meet quickly like that, especially since he hadn’t even seen her face yet, but her words and the way she continued to twist knots into the balloon in her hands were devastating his common sense.

“Hmm, I seem to have some time on my hands right now,” Linda said, giving the final petal of the flower a particularly vicious yank. It popped back into place with the muffled noise of one balloon thumping into another, and out of sight, he heard her draw in a long, deep breath.

A slender green shape inflated into the camera’s view and he watched in mesmerized delight as she tied it off and began to twist it into clusters of leaves for a stem.

“How do you feel about popping?” she asked. “For it, against it?”

Max watched the screen avidly for any hint of her, but all he could see were those clever, pale hands twisting and twisting and making the balloon bulge.

“Cautiously for,” he said. “It’s not my main thing, but if it happens I’m not going to lose my shit on you.”

Linda laughed. “Don’t worry, this is more for future reference. We won’t be doing any popping today.”

“Future reference, ma’am?” he asked. “You think this is going to be a repeat experience?”

She laughed again, that delicious, sinful sound. “I think after today, you won’t be able to stay away. My address is 515 Maple Drive in Smythfield. See you in two hours.”

The video clicked off with a soft beep, leaving Max with a view of his own shocked, reddened face and a raging hard-on.

He wasn’t used to taking orders from a woman like that, but he could get used to it. Something about her voice had been mesmerizing. Commanding. A subtle power he couldn’t ignore.

Linda hadn’t told him to bring anything, but as he pulled up to a cottage set back from the street in a heavily wooded lot, he was suddenly glad he’d grabbed condoms.

The car door closed behind him, and it seemed unexpectedly loud in the sudden silence. There were no sounds audible from the roads around them; no whooshing of cars going by, no sound of tires bumping over asphalt. Just the drone of insects in the weeds accompanied by the heavy smell of honeysuckle.

He made his way up to the door over a trail made up of stepping stones surrounded by moss. It wasn’t the house he would have expected a fellow looner to live in, but then again, no one thought a CEO making as much as he did to be turned on by balloons, either. He could just afford the more expensive models to play with, even though it was always alone.

The thought of a woman who was into the same thing quickened his steps, and before he knew it, Max had reached the front door. He was already hard, and he adjusted his pants nervously, listening to the crinkle of condom wrappers in one pocket and a bag of mid-range latex balloons in the other as he tugged.

The door swung open at the first knock, and he peered inside. And then he peered down. A short, curvy woman stood inside the entrance, grinning widely.

“Linda?” he asked nervously.

“Max! Or should I say, BoomMaker69?”

He winced. Why had he decided on a name that sounded like it had been pulled from a teenager’s playbook? He’d meant it to be more of a reference to his love for antique firearms and a slight reference to his skills in the female orgasm, but that stern voice made him feel like a gawky teenage boy.

“That’s me,” he said, letting his eyes drift over her body. Wide hips big enough to get a really good grip on, thick thighs, and skin the color of terra-cotta. Those luscious lips he’d lusted over in her profile photo were the same fire-engine red, and he wondered when he would get to kiss her.

A thin black dress hugged her body. He couldn’t wait to peel it off of her.

“Come in!” she said, smiling and stepping to one side.

Max followed her in, barely worried as the door shut behind him and she locked it.

“Bad neighborhood?” he asked. It had seemed okay to him, but surely someone who lived there would know better.

“No, just never hurts to be cautious,” she said. “Now. You’re into balloons, Max?”

That laugh was back in her voice, and he swallowed hard.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, wondering if she had some waiting around the corner. He couldn’t smell the familiar rubber scent that was better than a woman’s perfume, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have some squirreled away. And there were always the ones he’d brought with him.

“Mmm, good boy,” she said. “I like to make sure before I spring anything on you.”

Her voice turned soft and crooning, and he was suddenly impossibly, irresistibly hard.

“Do you want to be twisted up like that balloon I was playing with, Max? Swiveled and turned until parts of you are just bursting at the seams?”

“Yes ma’am,” he said, feeling like his tongue was swollen in his mouth. “I would.”

“Good boy,” she said, pulling what for all the world looked like a twig out from between her bulging breasts. He watched, mesmerized as she twirled it through the air in a complicated pattern before tapping him once on the forehead, then once on the nose.

“I think you’ll do nicely,” she said. Her pink tongue stuck out from the corner of her lips. It was a very lickable contrast, but as Max focused on it, he began to sway. Everything turned soft and fuzzy around the edges.

Had she given him something? No.

And then Max lost his grip on his balance and fell backward. He opened his mouth to shout, but instead, he found himself drifting in the soft breeze from the central air conditioner. Instead of falling on his ass, he pattered to a soft stop, staring up at Linda.

Far up.

She towered over him now, and as Max struggled to get his elbows under him, he realized that he didn’t have them anymore. He didn’t have elbows.

He didn’t even have arms, or hands at the end. Nor did he have legs.

No neck to look down at himself. He stared up at Linda as she chuckled merrily, and then she reached down for him. One hand closed around him in a gentle grip. The feel of her skin against his reminded him of the time he’d taken drugs in college. It was incredible, like a soft blanket against a sunburn. He couldn’t get enough of it, and it felt like his entire body was a cock. The soft, dreamlike nature of it kept him calm, and yet Max knew intrinsically that he’d been changed. Into what, he wasn’t sure.

Linda lifted him far, far off the ground until he began to worry that he’d fall, and then she took hold of his head and bent him to look down at himself. A yellow oblong stretched down a long way, and it took Max far too long to realize that what he was looking at was himself.

She had turned him into a balloon.

“What–” he tried to say, but of course balloons didn’t have mouths, so he couldn’t say anything at all.

“Now,” Linda said, squeezing him gently. “I know you’re probably confused and a little scared, but we’re going to have some fun today, aren’t we, Maxy?”

She bent the end of his balloon body down and up like he was nodding, and despite all the weird shit currently going on, it felt like she was stroking Max’s cock.

“So I think from the profile picture you responded to, that you’re a balloon animal kind of guy, am I right?”

Impossibly, she slowly turned his body around on itself until his “face” had gotten a better view of the room than he had when he was still a human man, and he’d gotten very acquainted with the crystals and bones that adorned her shelves. Was she a witch?

It would make sense, and while Max struggled to bolt the thought of never fucking a witch again to the part of his brain that actually made good decisions, Linda moved her hand down his body and began to twist again until another pair of segments sat, fat and plump in her hands.

Her fingers played over the bulges, stroking and squeezing him until Max felt like she’d been playing with his balls. It was a good kind of sore, but at the same time, he was dying to see what would come next.

“Now,” she said, lowering her lips to drag over Max’s “face” until he was sure he had little streaks of her carmine red lipstick littering his new candy-yellow skin. “I’m going to give you legs and a tail, and then we’re going to have some real fun. Aren’t we, Max?”

The short training from their earlier conversation kicked in, and he badly wanted to agree with her, if only just to say “Yes ma’am,” and hear that laugh again.

Linda twisted him again and again, bending him around on himself until Max was sure he’d pop from the pressure and the pleasure of it. His front legs popped into being first, and then his back, until without looking, he felt himself in the form of a dog balloon.

It was horrifying.

It was arousing.

It was like nothing he’d ever felt before, and then Linda gripped him by the four inches that hadn’t been twisted into a body part yet.

Oh god.

If he’d still had eyes, they would have fluttered shut. Her hand around him would have brought him to his knees. As it was, his balloon form trembled beneath her hands, vibrating so strongly he could feel his little balloon paws buzzing against the table.

Linda laughed. “Oh, you are just perfect, Max! Better than I expected!”

She set him down on the table and he watched as she peeled the skintight dress up over her thighs, revealing more of that rich brown skin. A smooth, hairless pussy uncovered by panties made him nearly start drooling, and then it was up, up over her softly rounded stomach. Her breasts fell out of the top of the dress with soft plops as she pulled it up over her shoulders, and tossed it to the side.

Max gazed up at her in awe. This witch-goddess had turned him into the one thing he loved most, had stripped in front of him, and was now lazily stroking her fingers around her dusky areolas with a mischievous look in her eyes.

She sat down on the couch, legs spread, and he watched as her pussy lips parted to show a tight opening that was already glistening with need.

“Now Max,” she said, crooking one finger at him.

To his shock, Max found himself floating through the air to land on her pelvis. The musky, floral scent of her was almost too much to bear.

Linda reached down to grip his tail once again, and with a vicious twist, she shoved it down between his rubber thighs, and all of a sudden, Max had a cock again. It was nearly half the length of his body, but he had one.

He could have wept in relief, but Linda was already moving him again. The tip of his cock dragged down between her lips, and he nearly came right then and there.

“Did you want something, Max?” she crooned.

Max couldn’t stop himself. He had no real hands to grip with, no hips to speak of, but his body began to push forward anyway, opening up her pussy with his balloon cock.

Linda’s walls gripped him in a way he’d never felt before, and he watched as her head fell back and she began to pinch and twist at her own nipples. Max reached the end of her and began to pull out, but her legs reached around him to pull him back in, and Max began to set a slow, steady pace.

If he was going to have sex as a balloon animal, he was going to do it right.

His body jackhammered in and out, fucking the woman into the couch with the force of his thrusts until every motion Max made was forcing the breath out of her.

His balloon cock glistened like the rubbers he hadn’t gotten to use, but fuller and rounder than he’d ever made one. He began to vibrate again, and Linda’s fingers went wild on her own breasts again.

Max was a balloon animal who fucked, and he’d be damned if he’d ever say he didn’t like it. This was something new. He hadn’t expected it when he’d logged on this morning, but the way Linda’s pussy gripped his balloon dick was better than any sex he’d ever had with a regular woman.

“I’m going to cum, Max!” she groaned. “You’re doing such a good job, baby.”

Linda’s head pressed back into the couch cushions and her heels dropped down from around him to press down into the couch. Her hips arched up, up, up, and he felt the texture around his cock change just a little.

Linda shrieked, and her pussy began to gush all over him.

Max could feel the rubber of his body dissolving, leaving him with sticky, bare, human skin.

The balloon of his cock remained, and he continued to pound her with it, even as the rest of his body expanded back to what it had been.

Fuck, it felt like his balloon cock was exploding. Or popping.

Max grunted, gripping Linda’s soft brown skin with his human hands, and slammed her pussy down onto his cock.

“Gonna give it to me?” she panted, looking up at him. “Fuck me, Max. Fuck me with your balloon cock!”

His balls tightened, and without even warning her, Max pulled out to look at his cock one last time. Linda moaned as he left her empty, and as Max stroked, the balloon popped under his rough hands.

The yellow skin vanished, revealing his own glistening, cumming cock.

Ropes erupted to cover Linda’s belly and pussy in white, and Max coaxed every last bit out before he dropped to his knees, panting.

Linda’s legs came to rest on his knees as he knelt in front of her, utterly spent.

“Good job,” she said lazily, reaching one hand out to stroke his short hair. “Better than I expected. “Same time next week?”

“Ugh,” he managed, barely able to keep himself upright. “What even was that?”

“Balloon transformation charm,” she said, offering him a grin. “And my magic takes to you like a duck to water. I didn’t expect it to go all the way like that, but I couldn’t not take the opportunity.”

“I’ll think about it,” he said begrudgingly, stumbling to his feet. He didn’t want to think about the rest of what she’d said.

Witches. They were real, they could turn people into balloons, and somehow he, the CEO looner, had managed to find one that shared the exact same kinks as him.

“I’ll message you,” he said, finding his clothes in a heap by the front door where she’d first turned him into a balloon. He pulled them on and stumbled out the door to his waiting car.

“Make sure you do, Max!” she called out after him. “Such a good boy.”

The husky tone was back in her voice, and despite everything, he still felt his cock twitch.

Damnit.

He was going back.

He just didn’t know when.

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Planting My Seed

Flooding my Fields

Reaping What’s Mine

Shake Secret Inflation

Pumping Her Body

Blowing Her Mind

Inflating Her Soul

Bunch of Balloons

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Squeak

Pop

Standalones

Heels

Balloon Stomp Saturday

Mature Latex

Cuckold

Bedding the Bachelorette (under the name Nessa Claugh)

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Nothing turns Claire on like walking into a party store and going straight for the balloon aisle. She likes to pick whatever she wants, especially when latex-loving men are involved. And if she’s going to be blowing something up in the bedroom, it’s going to be more than just the guy’s mind.

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