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Brink held his breath, watching the stars with his cellphone in hand. Before Brink could even answer the abrupt buzz, a flash of light from the sky caught his attention.

_ A shooting star.. I should make a wish.. I.. I... I wish I was a balloon. Balloon, I wish I was a balloon, balloons. Thinking of party balloons, come on. Please work, It's my only wish, come on!_

But as the slash of white light faded into the dark, Brink felt nothing but slight embarrassment.

Bzz!

With a long sigh, Brink glanced at his phone, reading through the most recent messages. The latest was from his new boyfriend, calling for him to have dinner ready within the hour. As Ross was dominant, Brink was submissive.

While they had only lived together for a week, Ross had easily taken advantage of Brink's kindness. Although Brink loved Ross's take charge attitude, the man's advances and dominance startled Brink on more than one occasion.

But now, Brink was stirring noodles over his stove, waiting impatiently for Ross to come home and eat three quarters of the pot. Not that Brink really minded, he never ate much anyway. The sex was what really kept them together, as much as Brink tried to deny it. Ross had a certain mastery over Brink that he himself was partially scared of. But the fear only made sex that much more fun.

As Brink brushed his thick brown hair out of his face, while the sound of Ross's car pulling up made him hasten his stirring. With the macaroni nearly ready, they'd have plenty of time to..

Frrt!

The abrupt release of gas made Brink grimace. Not only was the gas sudden, but it left him feeling with an unusual bloating sensation.

Oh shit, He's right outside.. I don't want to turn him off after I did all those chores for him.. Ugh, I feel so full!

As Brink turned toward the bathroom, his foot stuck to the linoleum tiling.

Squirk!

A queasy feeling mixed with the bloating feeling, making Brink feel like a living whoopee cushion.

_ ** frt!** _

_That's.. That's it! Oh, god! I hope that wish didn't actually come true, I don't want to be gassy forever! _

But before Brink could move his other leg forward, his shirt rolled upwards and over his face. Angrily, Brink stripped himself of his shirt; Only to find that his pants had begun to grow tight and yet baggy around the waist. In the middle of the kitchen, Brink stripped himself of every garment until he finally felt comfortable, his expanding waist now bulging in front of him. During the whole ordeal, Brink could see the room around him grow larger between strips of fabric. The stove seemed miles above him, the kitchen island standing like a massive cliff to his left.

Pffrrt!

Sqeaak!

Ohh-H-Holy shit, I'm blowing up! And I'm like.. I don't even know how big I am! This would be so fucking awesome if I wasn't going to be prey in less than ten minutes! I.. I just want it to end!

As Brink attempted to waddle forward his balance shifted and sent him falling face-first, showing his shiny rump to the roof. By now, Brink felt barely human. The rubbery knot that replaced his bellybutton and the strange hollow sensation easily supplied fact to the thought.

Squirk! Floomp!

As the transformation came to an end, a nearby vent sent Brink upward, his round body coming to a rest on the kitchen counter.

In the reflection of a hanging utensil, the unfortunate man got a look at his new form.

Indeed, he wasn't human anymore. The rubbery sheen, flat features and simple coloring and lack of details proved it without a doubt. Brink was as much a human as any other object in the kitchen.

_ I-I'm a.. I'm a balloon.. It happened.. I'm a sentient god-damn balloon.. H-how?_

Brink's shape was akin to any normal party balloon, although not quite as transparent. The soles of his feet and the palms of his hands seemed to be intricately printed in the appropriate places on the balloon's surface.

Brink's facial features: An excited smirk and a pair of beady eyes, had been stretched across the balloon's upper-middle portion, while the top of the balloon was covered with a patch of shaded brown color, representing the former human's thick hair.

The balloon's rubbery knot had migrated to the bottom of the balloon, giving Brink the signature party balloon shape and replacing his gender.

** Crrk! Blam!**

Ross stepped into the doorway with a wide smile on his face, furling his brow as Brink failed to appear and hug him.

"Brink? I'm home.. Where are-"

The pile of clothes next to the oven seemed to hint at something, although the steaming pot of food caught more of his attention.

I see.. Food first, then fun, eh?

While Ross took off his shoes and coat, Brink rolled over the kitchen island, catching against the cutting board's edge and preventing any chance escapes.

As Ross found his bowl and brought it to the island, the unusual balloon gained his attention. It's sleek shape and features reminded him perfectly of his new boyfriend..

"Brink? Hey, are you around? How did you know I had a thing for balloons..

As nobody replied, Ross shrugged and grabbed his bowl, leaving the sentient balloon on the kitchen counter as Ross sat down to watch TV. After a long day at a construction job, food and rest was a perfect recipe for relaxation.

_H-he thinks I'm just a balloon! S-Should I be excited O-or.. He said he has a thing for balloons.. What does that even mean? _

But while Brink bounced helplessly against the cutting board, Ross finished his bowl of mac'n'cheese, eagerly awaiting his time alone with the boyfriend balloon.

Being an inanimate object was strange; but being an inanimate object with sentience was a level of crazy that Brink couldn't have imagined possible. Not that either was regularly possible.

The feeling was akin to being paralyzed, although Brink certainly had all of his senses. He could smell the food, feel the cold cutting board and hear the television in the background. Although, all he could see was what was directly in front of the balloon's printed eyes.

Which, at the moment, was just the hanging utensils, pots and pans. The splintered reflection of Brink's inanimate body acted as a strange reminder of his fate. Not that it was a bad fate, Brink had dreamed of being in a situation remarkably similar to the one he was in now.

"Alright. Brink? Are you home? Hello!" Ross shouted, his lips curling into a smile as he sneaked around the house, peaking into the balloon's bedroom, the bathroom, and the closet. When he found nothing, his smirk grew wider. Perhaps he'd get the night to himself for once. Hastily, Ross fetched the balloon from the kitchen and headed into his own bedroom, ripping off his sweat drenched clothes and laying on his bed, the balloon in hand.

"My my, you sure do look cute.."

Ross pulled his curtains closed and held the balloon against his chest, closing his eyes and listening to the satisfying sound as it stretched against it's pressure.

Errk..

The musky smell and salty taste of sweat flooded Brink's senses, his fragile and taut body pressed firmly against his boyfriend's pecs.

Mmm.. W-why does this feel so.. comfortable?

Each squeeze felt great, like a familiar stroking of a place now left in a knot. But the straining truly had two odd effects. The first being pleasure, the second being a building sense of vulnerability.

Ross moaned and pressed the balloon against his erect cock, pressing the center of Brink's taut body against the head of his prick.

** SQUEEAK! Rrk.. **

Ross panted and brought the balloon toward his lips, licking the precum from the slick surface of the balloon.

Crrk!

_Th-this is everything I ever w-wanted! B-but.. I'm.. I'm not alive.. I.. I'm just a balloon.. I'm.. so fragile.. _

"Hah, don't want to burst you yet.."

_Y-yet? _

Ross abruptly sat up, holding the balloon's stretched face to his own.

"I've got a perfect plan for you, my little balloon Brink. Hehe.."

_ Sh-shit, does he know I can hear h-him?! Of c-course n-not! H-hah..hah.._

Ross placed the balloon onto the cool wooden flooring, carefully placing one foot on top of the balloon and putting just enough pressure on it to force the rubber to squeak, his sweat making his foot slippery.

As if the smell of Ross's musk wasn't good enough, the man's foot sweat began to soak Brink's slick surface, the taste of Ross's feet left potent and lingering. The pressure however, made Brink uncomfortable.

** Squirk! Squeak! **

With one hand on his cock, Ross gently bounced his foot on the balloon, watching it distort and squish with the weight.

_ Ohh.. Ohh! Ross! Oh.. I'm gunna.. Gunna pop! _

** SQUIRK! SQUEAK! **

Ross's foot slid against the balloon and collided with the ground, sending the balloon swirling across the room, slippery with sweat and sticky with foot grime.

_Ohh! Thank god, I thought I was gone! _

_ Mrmm.. H-his feet smell so good.. ah.._

Ross smirked and walked toward the balloon as it came to a rest.

"A-hah! Trying to evade me, eh? Well, you know how I punish escapees."

W-what?! Ohhmigo-

Ross raised his foot, before slamming it against the balloon's smelly surface.

Blam!

A large chunk of the balloon's scraps wrapped itself over Ross's foot, while the other scraps flew across the room.

"Heheh.. Another one for the box."

Ross fetched the large chunk of balloon from his toes, examining the tiny stretched smile before giving it a lick and tossing it into a shoe box.

The box was home to a load of other balloon scraps. However, none of them had the same story as the most recent addition.