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This vignette was written for Serling as part of my Patreon request days for August. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults, and inflatable/balloon related fun (no popping). :3

Inflatable and Dateable

"Mmmaaaah... Martha, I... do you t-think maybe that's a little too much? You can sto-aahh... stop now!"

The otter squeaked, not just in overwhelmed excitement and nervousness as his girlfriend held her lips pursed around his air valve and blew deep into his rubbery, inflatable body, but as the velvety pads slid and squeaked with friction across his smooth, increasingly taut exterior. He was normally quite a slim, lithe figure, but right now every part of him looked rather more plump and swollen as the tigress lay in bed beside him, blowing into the valve set where his navel might otherwise have been with a devilish twinkle in her eyes. She blew harder, filling her lungs before emptying their contents entirely into Bayu's stretched, straining body. He might have complained more in turn, but much as he could feel his rubber exterior starting to be over-stretched by the sheer volume of air held within him, it felt amazing. He'd had partners who had shown an interest in his inflatable nature before now, but never one who enjoyed spending such time tending to them as Martha, nor indeed anyone who had ever been quite so physically attracted to him because of it.

Finally, with his body feeling as though it must have been pushed a good extra third beyond its overall capacity and looking possibly even more bulbous and rounded than that, Bayu whimpered as he felt Martha's lips leave his valve and her fingers seal it shut before any of the air she had input could escape. He groaned as he tried to reach down and stroke her back as she lingered there lying over him, now nuzzling at and gently kissing his smooth form, only to realise that in his current state his body was so over inflated that his limbs were practically immobile, no space left within him or flexibility in his exterior to let him move or bend his arms and legs. He was helpless. Still entirely at her mercy, and thus could do nothing more than lie there as Martha crawled her way further up his body until she was more wholly straddling his midsection, leaning down over him with her flushed, wild-eyed face level with the bashful smile upon his coloured plastic features.

"You're so big... so... taut..."

Her voice was ragged with excitement, and Bayu's rosy cheeks turned crimson as he felt her bare loins rock against his smooth, over-inflated crotch. He let slip a moan of pleasure at the sensation of her nether regions rubbing against his smooth, featureless but still immensely sensitive form, and heard her purr loudly back as he felt wetness add to the already smooth nature of his form, her pussy starting to slide and rub more rapidly the more she rendered him slick with her desire.

"Oh, Bayu... I want to stay with you like this forever, but... I know that you're so vulnerable like this. So helpless. All it would take is just one stray claw, and..."

She turned her hands over, and raked the flat, smooth side of her claws across Bayu's straining, over-filled flanks. The otter squealed in nervous excitement, trusting his lover not to hurt him but still unable to react instinctively to the presence of such sharpness when he was indeed so over-inflated that the normal resilience of his form which made day to day living a possibility in a world of sharp objects was almost entirely nullified. He moaned and huffed as she continued to stroke him all over his upper body with her claws, rising up into a sitting position and beginning to more vigorously, unabashedly hump against him as she did so. The squeak of plastic against slick, moistened skin rang out repeatedly around the bedroom, and the more she teased, the more she threatened Bayu with her claws, the more that the tigress and otter cried out ever louder and more lustfully together.

"Hold me."

Martha moaned after a short while longer of their passionate grinding and rubbing and squeaking, claws a hair's breadth away from myriad sensitive, vulnerable parts of the inflatable otter's anatomy at any given instant. Bayu moaned. He wanted to nod. To agree and to wrap his arms, his legs, his whole body around her right then and there. But he knew that he couldn't, and more gleefully still he knew that she knew that in his current over-filled state, he was utterly incapable of doing so.

"You'll have to let some air out..."

Bayu pleaded, and whimpered in delight as just a moment later the tigress' fingers were reaching down and plucking at his valve once again. Un-capping the spot which it was illegal to touch upon any inflatable anthro without their explicit consent freely, eagerly, knowing that Bayu would not only be okay with it, but that he loved it when she touched him there. Still rocking her ever more dampened hips against his crotch, the tigress leaned over the otter once again, and smooched him, licked his smooth face with her rough tongue as two of her fingers rested either side of the valve. She looked deep into Bayu's eyes, and squeezed on the valve tenderly, a hiss of air rushing out against her belly as the otter's eyes rolled back in unparalleled bliss.

"Ah. Aa-aaahhh, yessssss..."

The otter whined blissfully as Martha's fingers didn't just hold the valve open, but rubbed and squeezed and massaged it rhythmically to vary the flow of releasing air. If having someone grind against the inflatable's crotch was like sex, then having a trusted lover rub his valve was like the most spectacular sex of Bayu's life. It was like possessing a prostate, a g-spot, a clitoris and the sensitive head of a penis all at once, and having all of them stimulated in glorious unison, or so the otter could only imagine. And not only did he love the pleasure, but he loved how much his tigress partner so obviously delighted in her ability to grant him that incredibly intimate, personal sensation.

"Bayu, please, I... hold me now..."

He could see that look crossing her face. That faraway, blissful expression which pre-empted Martha reaching the apex of her own bliss as she watched him do the same. He felt her body shift, straddling one of his legs to better grind against though leaving her right thigh sandwiched between his legs, rubbing at his crotch and adding yet more stimulation to his already overwhelmed senses. The tigress squeezed his valve harder, more air rushing out at once and reducing Bayu to a more lithe and conventionally mobile state, letting him do as he was being asked and fling his arms around her in a tight, squeaky embrace. The two of them kissed deeply, moaning, gasping, his muzzle actually not able to open in any real way but Martha making up for it with the passionate way she pressed her face to his and slathered his muzzle with her saliva. She humped harder at his leg, squeezing it between her own limbs and thus forcing out the air faster still while simultaneously trying to keep it at least firm enough to grind and rub against. Her eyes bulged. Martha pulled her muzzle away from Bayu's beaming face and tossed her head back in a wild shriek as her vigorous humping and the constant squeezing of Bayu's valve began to push the otter the other way, no longer over inflated but now starting to look and feel somewhat baggy and under-filled. She didn't stop though, and Bayu didn't ask her to.

"Yes!"

Clamping Bayu's rapidly deflating right leg between hers, a fold of the now all but empty plastic pressing up against her pussy, against her clit to grant her the last of the stimulation she needed alongside more than enough delirious excitement, Martha came.

"Bayu! Oh, Bayu, I... oh god, yes!"

Her body shook, her juices ran liberally down across the smooth plastic of the otter's leg, and she collapsed over his now practically flat, empty, once more motionless body, loose, limp arms still resting around her back but with no tension holding them there. She kissed his now motionless but still flushed and blissfully beaming face, licked him passionately and nuzzled against him through the waves of her pleasure, and with a hand still working, trembling between their bodies she squeezed and rubbed at his valve to coax the last of the air out of him as her humping, rocking motions squeezed it forth.

"Oh. Oooohh, Bayu, that was... oh god. Fuck. I'm... a-ahh... I'm soaked."

She shuddered, blushing as she came down off the immediate plateau of that orgasmic high but still riding the aftershocks, just coherent enough to recognise how good an orgasm that had been even by their shared high standards.

"Just... oh, just give me a minute. A... a little rest, then I'll blow you back up again. Then we can snuggle, a-and... mhhh... oh, that was so..."

Even as she spoke though, the tigress' eyes were growing heavy, and her body slumping upon the bed, not even bothering to pull covers up over herself as she sprawled out over the flattened, rubbery form of the deflated otter.

"Mmhhnnloveyou..."

She murmured as she surrendered to sleep, not a brief nap or a quick forty winks, but a long, deep, satisfied slumber that would carry them through the night. And in response, still flat, still deflated and thus utterly helpless, Bayu did the only thing he could do under the circumstances.

He did absolutely nothing, and just lay there beneath the woman who loved him, totally at her mercy, totally and completely trapped by her actions... and only wishing for one thing to be different in that moment.

To be able to whisper that he loved her too.

By Jeeves

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