Lay Tex
Salutations! This is my first attempt at a balloon fetish so please be kind! This was a very new experience for me and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it! Enjoy!
Warning: This story contains a cute pup in thin pajama pants, a wolf who works for the Sewer, latex, odd balloon plushies, spooge, latex spooge, a 'well-endowed' life-sized toy coming to life, an antique toy shop, humping, and the mentioning of gas prices. If any of these things disturb you, please hit the 'back' button on your browser.
Note from Neptune/ Shameless promotion: I got the inspiration to write this story from a pic by Lone_Wolf_666, his commission for Balloon Pup. I urge everyone to take a look at his work, he's an excellent artist!
This story contains BONUS MATERIAL. This time, we have "How to Become a Werewolf: the Old fashioned Way!" Quoted from old folklore from around the world! Enjoy!
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Lay Tex
By Roxie Romanov
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David had just gotten off work at quarter past 11, a dark night. His Honda was empty and gas was $3.80 per gallon. It was amazing he was able to drive two miles to the gas station closest to his job. Working the second shift for City's Sewer/ Water system was hard work; lifting, driving, stomping through all denominations of smelly mess, and much much more. It was hard labor and so-so pay but with the economy being so bad, he had to do it. The gas station was empty, two or three cars including his. He paid at the pump, 10 bucks, and pumped the gas with a sigh. It had been a long day to say the least. He was in what was called 'The Pit', which was basically a huge vat of scat that needed to be cleaned out. Despite wearing three hazardous waste suit, the smell still seeped through to his overalls and shirt.
The burly wolf pumped the gas in silence, taking a look at his surroundings. He frequently goes to this gas station but this time something caught his eye. There, across the street where he thought was an old abandoned strip mall, there was a solitary light on. He peered a little closer, the gas almost finished. There was a small sign he could barely read.
"Danton's Toys and Joys" is what the sign had said. David had driven across the street to get a closer look. The store was still open. Tommy would love a new toy! Been a while since I last bought him something to play with. David thought to himself as he pulled into the parking lot where only a moving van was parked.
The lion shopkeeper looked over his glasses when he heard the door open. He was tall, somewhat lanky , and wore Gothic black clothing and chains. The heavy-set wolf walked rather confidently into the small store wearing a soiled canvass uniform. "David- Solid Waste Management" was on his name tag. He smelled like a urinal yet still had a smile on his face.
The large, somewhat muscular wolf looked around, not too amazed by the items he saw; old fashioned stuff like something his grandparents would have had.
"Hello?" David called out.
"Shop here while you can. Packing everything up tomorrow. Bad economy and all." The lion said, not very cheerfully as he flipped through a questionable magazine. David walked closer to the counter.
"So what is this place?" The the wolf took a closer look the rather thick magazine; "Shonen Jump".
"This WAS 'Danton's Toys and Joys'. Tomorrow this will the city's newest abandoned building. Probably will be all expensive lofts here next year." David nosed around the small, cluttered store as the storekeeper talked. "Danton was my father, by the way. Died about 15 years ago tomorrow. Was a great man. Traveled all across the world collecting this toys and novelties. Tagged me along with him." His voice was calm, as if he had accepted the store's doomed fate long ago. David picked up a tin race car and inspected it closer.
"Be very careful with the items you touch. According to my father, each and every one of these toys holds the soul of a child that had passed." David dropped th car to the floor, startled. He rushed to picked it up, there was a small dent on the rear bumper.
"I don't believe in fairy tales. Just looking for something for my son to play with." David said sternly. It was late and he didn't feel like hearing someone's sad life story or some stupid superstitions. Tommy was probably staying up late waiting for him, even though he told him not to.
The lion smiled when he mentioned his son. He stepped from behind the counter to help him. Mainly stiff and stuffy collectors visited his shop to buy something to put into a collector case. But to hear that one of the items were actually going to be in use as it was intended brightened up the Lion.
"Oh? How old is the lil tyke?"
"Just turned 6 last month."
"Ah! A 'big boy' then. Got just the thing! Follow me." The shopkeeper took the wolf through a door on the right. Apparently he owned the store next door as well. David sighed and followed the lion despite something inside him telling him not to.
The lion clicked the light switch. The light flickered on to reveal that the room was filled with plushies, kinds the wolf hadn't seen in a lifetime! Big ones, small ones, stiff ones, floppy ones. They were all rare from decades ago. Characters that the wolf thought died with his puppyhood were right there in plushie form! There was Wally Rabbit, Peanut-Butter Pup, Rocky Roo, and many more. David couldn't stop himself from picking up a mint condition Peanut Butter Pup still in its original box.
"Ah, I see you're a Peanut-Butter Pup fan! The craziest pup in all of Dunwoody Forest! He was my favorite cartoon too. I can give'em to you for half price since I won't be here tomorrow." The shopkeeper said. David looked back at him, he looked to be about the same age he was, 35.
"How much for him?"
"80 bucks, after discount. Only 5 known left to exist in mint condition. And I have 3 of them."
David sighed. The price was a bit steep considering he had 20 bucks to spare. "Maybe next time. What do you have for a pup who . . . needs more friends. The lonely type?"
The shopkeeper ran a paw through his mane as he thought. "How much you willing to spend?" David showed him the twenty-dollar bill. "Hmm. How about this." The lion made his way towards the back wall. A peculiar bunch of stuffed animals were back there. He picked up one, more of a balloon than a plushie.
"This here is a really rare item from the Holland Company. Their Balloon line from about 2 or 3 years ago. Didn't sell many of them. People wanted small, furry, button-eyed, canine plushies. But as you can see," he handed the clear balloon puppy to David. "This is a full-sized, fur-less, balloon puppy. His name's Lay Tex."
David inspected the balloon pup. It was about 3'6 and made of a heavy clear latex that was rather soft. It looked like a real pup. It had floppy ears, a bright smile, nice tail, well sculpted paws, seamless body, attentive eyes, perfect sitting pose, and . . .
"What's with this between his legs?" David said pointing to a peculiar circle. Nothing obscene, just a horrible choice of places to put a seam.
"Ah. Well, that's another thing that put off customers. That seam cost the Holland Company a few million bucks in sales." The lion said.
David inspected the seam. It seemed okay. It would take a lot of imagination to get anything out of it. He cracked a smile as he remembered the time last week he caught his son, Tommy, dry humping his pillow. The pup was wagging his tail and panting hard as he humped the fluffy white pillow. When his father opened the door, Tommy pretended to be asleep and David let it go with a smirk. The older wolf inspected the balloon pup a bit closer, testing it out by shaking it, squeezing it, hugging it, and even biting it with his sharp teeth.
"Hey! Be careful with the merchandise!"
"Sorry, just seeing if it's worth 20 bucks. It is only a balloon." David said as he hugged it extra tight, eliciting a squeaky noise from the balloon. It made him smile in an odd way. Maybe it was because of the touching and squeezing, but it was actually getting warm. It felt almost alive. Far more than one could say with a regular cloth plushie.
"I'll take it!" David handed the lion the $20 bill and they both went back to the main room. The storekeep offered him a bag, but David refused. Before he left, David decided to have a little small talk.
"So is this balloon puppy 'possessed'?" The lion smiled a bit mischievously. He was waiting for the big wolf to ask.
"Heh. Well, to be honest, 'Lay Tex' is used. Acquired him from a friend of a friend's cousin. I ordered a case of them but that one there was the only one in the shipment. 'Demand rose' he said. Somebody likes them, or there's a warehouse somewhere filled with 'Lay Tex' pups."
"But is it haunted?" David asked, feeling a bit superstitious as he saw some of the old fashioned toys around him; wooden music boxes, creepy looking ceramic dolls, hand-carved animals, stuff that would cost a fortune on today's market. Should be called "Anton's Antique Shop" David thought.
"How should I know? I just say that to get sales." David smirked and walked out to his car. There was another sign in the window advertising "Danton's eBay store".
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David got home before midnight and, as he expected, Tommy was still awake. The 6 year old wolf cub pounced onto him before he could get his key out of the door.
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" he called out as he wrapped his arms tightly around David's waist, turning his head to rest on his crotch as he hugged his father despite the unpleasant smell of urine, scat and waste from the City's sewer system. It didn't catch the older wolf off guard to be hugged so tight before he got in. It was almost a reflex to hug him back. But this time, he had something in his paws.
Tommy only had on his favorite blue pajama pants as usual, leaving his smooth-furred chest open. The draw string of the pajama pants hung untied on the wolf pup making them loose, exposing the beginnings of his promising sheath. David couldn't help but notice the small wet circle on the crotch of his pajamas.
"For me?" Tommy asked sweetly as David gave him the Balloon puppy. He nodded with a wide smile on his muzzle as he lifted both Tommy's small warm body and the balloon into his arm. Tommy giggled as his father hugged him extra tight and kissed him, a bit longer than usual, on the lips.
"I love you, Tommy. You're the best pup in the world, you know." Tommy smiled and licked the big wolf's nose and muzzle over and over again. He was six years old, but he still had the same innocent submissiveness of a much younger pup. "You deserve nice thing, Tommy." Tommy hugged his new plaything with a wide smile, looking through its clear body to see his daddy smile back. "His name's 'Lay Tex'. He's very special. The only one in the whole entire city. And he's just for you, because you're my special pup." Tommy smiled even more.
Tommy was David's only family. David, Tommy, and his girlfriend Maurine had moved to this city 5 years ago, and after only 2 months, Marine had died, leaving the two alone. Because of David's work, Tommy was a latchkey kid. He had the house to himself between the time he got home from school and soccer practice at 4-o-clock all the way until midnight when his father got home. It was supposed to be a temporary thing, but after 4 months of it, there's no sign on his work schedule changing.
The two sat on the couch in the living room after David took and shower and changed out of his work clothes. He only put on a soft cotton t-shirt and a clean pair of boxers. It was the weekend so David let his son stay up extra late. He put on a movie, "101 Dalmatians", with the lights off. Tommy sat next to his father on the couch playing with his new toy, Lay Tex. He hugged him, danced with him, played 'cars' and 'army' with him, and other kiddie games. Each time the pup gripped the balloon puppy it made a squeaky noise that made Tommy giggle softly. David felt proud as he watched his son smile more and more each time he saw him. Tommy's fluffy tail brushed up against him softly, making David murr lightly.
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By the end of the movie, David was asleep on the couch with his head laid back. Tommy waggled his tail and played with Lay Tex a bit longer.
"Your my new best friend, Tex!" Tommy said as he hugged the canine-shaped balloon puppy who responded with latex squeaks. He hugged him harder and harder almost grinding against it to make it squeak even more. Tommy giggled with his nose flush to Tex's latex chest. The pup sniffed at the balloon and noticed a very slight smell on his new toy. He sniffed harder and harder trying to find the source of the strange scent.
Sure, he had smelled his father many times when he came in from work; a musky, urinal, bathroom, bleach smell. It wasn't a scent he particularly enjoyed, but it was his father and Tommy thought of it as a way to appreciate a fresh clean shower. But this smell. It was different. He smelled it before, maybe once or twice. It was a sweaty smell, natural musk almost. David once told him about a male wolf's musk, how it's used to mark one's territory when they are older. Did Lay Tex belong to someone else? Tommy thought. He had to find out more about this very faint scent of male musk that was different that his or his father's.
Tommy sniffed the whole balloon puppy starting systematically with the top of it's head. It wasn't until he got to the bottom on Tex's clear latex tummy that he noticed the scent getting stronger ever so slightly. He looked between it's legs and found the oddly placed seam. That had to be where the scent was coming from! He thought to himself. It smelled like . . . latex musk, this is, Tommy thought, if a Balloon Puppy could have it's very own musk. The wolf pup smiled at his silly thoughts and licked Lay Tex's crotch. To his surprise it was oddly warm, almost as warm as he was now. Tommy blushed and sat Tex on his lap and examined him.
Lay Tex had an almost mischievous and daring smile on his muzzle. It's eyes looked directly at him. Tex blinked. Tommy jumped slightly and put his tail on the couch next to him. Am I seeing things? Wasn't his smile different before? The wolf cub asked himself. Tommy looked up at his father, he was out cold. Suddenly he felt Tex move on his lap. Tommy's eyes quickly focused on the toy. He was shivering, causing the balloon puppy to vibrate.
The seam between Lay Tex's legs was starting to inflate! Before long it was a sheath! Tommy examined it closely. He was at the age where he was curious about his body and since he and Lay Tex were the same size, it amused him that Tex's sheath was much larger than his! No fair! He thought.
Tex started to move starting his his head and neck and ears, then his arms and legs and tail! He squeaked softly with each little movement. Tommy waggled his tail in excitement. The balloon pup in his lap was grinding against his sheath making hard stiffen. Tommy picked up his light friend and sat him on the couch. Tex waggled his tail in response, blinking his glossy eyes.
"Wow! A real friend!" Tommy said getting up from the couch to look at and to touch Tex. The wolf pup could barely contain his excitement as he petted the balloon pup and could feel him murr like a real flesh and blood cub. Tommy petty every bit of Tex. He scritched him behind his ears, causign the glossy clear balloon pup to waggle his tail even more and nuzzle his paw. Tex's paw reach up behind Tommy's ear and did the same. At first he was afraid to let him touch him, but it felt good. Tommy felt a little more bold and rubbed Tex's tummy. He silently giggled and squeaked and kicked his balloon legs. This was a dream come true!
Now, Tommy had a mischievous grin on his muzzle. Without thinking, he reached down and rubbed Tex's latex sheath up and down. He had done it several time to himself when he thought no one was looking and it was the best feeling he ever felt. He wondered if his new friend would respond the same way. And before long, Tex's sheath had ballooned and and cute, moist-looking latex puppy cock inflated and turned a light reddish-purple color, just like his! Tex's seemed to pant, but couldn't talk, only squeaked.
Tommy marveled at how big the rubber cock was. At about 6 inches, it was three times as big as Tommy's. He wrapped a paw around the clear latex flesh and found it to be really hot, just like his own when it was out of it's sheath. The naughty wolf cub began to stroke his own sheath through his pajama pants.
Lay Tex seemed to be really enjoying it. Tommy could feel him murr and squeak with pleasure. He gripped the rubber knot at the base of his new friend's cock and attempted to paw him. He had to shield his hears from the extra loud squeak that it produced. He needed moisture, but from where? The kitchen was way across the hall. Tommy then smiled.
He closed his eyes and engulfed more than half Tex's inflated cock. Tommy felt it throb and pulse in his muzzle. It was thicker than he thought , but he still bobbed his head slowly trying to produce as much spit as possible. There was a light squeaking sound that was muffled by his warm muzzle. The silent balloon puppy gripped the couch the best he could with his latex paws. After a few moments of bobbing up and down on the over-sized latex puppy cock, little Tommy could taste a latex flavored liquid squirt into his muzzle and down his throat. The wolf pup pulled the balloon cock out of his muzzle and got his face-fur drenched in the watery latex liquid. He gripped the translucent red knot with both paws to aim the squirting cock at Tex's own muzzle.
He seemed confuzzled by it. Was it balloon urine? Tex opened his muzzle and lapped at the liquid with his clear tongue. The hot liquid was an opaque white and felt a little thinner than hand soap, yet thicker than water. It smelled like a balloon. Tommy quickly wrapped his muzzle around the balloon puppy's six inches of throbbing cock and drank the last three or four squirts of the liquid. Tommy hadn't been this yiffy in his entire young life! He stroked his own cock through the thin fabric of his pajama pants and kept his muzzle wrapped around the latex puppy cock which thrusts into his muzzle every once and a while, sending a small squirt of the liquid into his muzzle.
Tommy was more excited than ever before. He kept the strange white liquid in his muzzle and swallowed it all at once with a loud gulp. Tex put both of his cute balloon paws on Tommy's head, making his fur stand up with the light static reaction. The wolf pup stroked his small member furiously . His knot was less than half the size of his balloon friend's, but he still knew how to grip it hard and stroke his pink cock with one paw.
When he felt himself reaching the point of no return, Tommy released the latex puppy cock from his muzzle. This was the main thing that always blew his cover when he wanted to paw without his father knowing. Tommy whimpered and squirmed and panted before howling as hard and as loud as he could as his climax hit him. Being only six, there was a lot less explosion than, only a small wet spot on the front of his pajama pants. On the other paw, Tex had left a large wet spot of the soFA:
David stirred from his sleep when he heard the pup next to him howl.
"Hm? What? What's wrong, Tommy?" The older wolf picked up Tommy and sat him on his lap. Tommy shook his head, panting, wished his father didn't look over 6 more inches to find his balloon puppy and huge wet spot on the couch.
"I'm okay, Daddy. Just sleepy." David smiled as his son rubbed his eyes and yawned. The large wolf stretched out on the couch, only to find Lay Tex laying next to them. David picked him up and Tommy's heart raced. Tommy's father inspected the toy. The seam was still the same as when he first saw it. David smiled.
"Why don't all three of us sleep here tonight and tomorrow we can get pancakes, okay?" Tommy smiled and sucked his thumb. The older wolf sat Lay Tex down on the side of the couch. "That's a good boy." David lied down on the couch with his favorite little puppy in his paws. The couch made a squish noise. David lifted his head. "Did you go potty on the sofa?" he asked calmly.
Tommy shook his head "No, Daddy, I spilled some water." It was dark and David took his son's word for it. A little warm water never hurt anyone, he said to himself. They both smiled at each other as David hugged Tommy, chest to chest.
"I love you, Tommy. No matter what." David kissed him softly on the lips. "Good night, pup."
"Good night, Daddy."
The two happily drifted to sleep with smiles on their muzzles, but Tommy couldn't help but wonder if his father's wolfcock would be even bigger than Lay Tex's.
The End?
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Random Definition #1
Wizard's Sleeve: (n) A well used tailhole (also 'Clown's Pocket')
"That pup's looser than a Wizard's Sleeve!"
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* * * Bonus Material * * *
Below is an incantations that was one once believed to make a person become a werewolf and an actual potion. Use at your own risk! Please, do not try this at home kiddies!
Hail, Hail, Hail, great wolf spirit, Hail!
A boon I ask thee, mighty shade.
Within this circle I have made.
Make me a werewolf strong and bold.
The terror alike of young and old.
Grant me a figure tall and spare;
The speed of the elk, the claws of the bear;
The poison of snakes, the wit of the fox;
The stealth of the wolf, the strength of the ox;
The jaws of the tiger, the teeth of the shark;
The eyes of a cat that sees in the dark;
Make me climb like a monkey, scent like a dog;
Swim like a fish, and eat like a hog.
Haste, Haste, Haste, lonely spirit, Haste!
Here, wan and drear, magic spell making,
Findest thou me - shaking, quaking.
Softly fan me as I lie.
And thy mystic touch apply.
Touch apply, and I swear that when I die,
When I die, I will serve thee evermore,
Evermore, in grey wolf land, cold and raw.
~From Eastern European Folklore
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A potion made from:
aceonite (mookshood or wolfsbane)
belladonna
children's blood
children's fat
hemlock
poplar leaves
soot
cowbane
cinquefoil
oil
bat's blood
deadly nightshade
sweet flag
parsley
opium
madrake
Once mixed together it is applied to the skin and the chat is to be said
during a full moon:
"I (insert name) offer thee, Great Spirit of the Unknown, this night
of (insert date) my body and soul, on condition that thou grant me,
from this night to the hour of my death, the power of the
metamorphosing, nocturnally, into a wolf, I pray, I implore thee-Thee,
Unparalleled Phantom of Darkness, to me a werewolf, a werewolf!"
~From an unknown source