Jeff wearily climbed the stairs from the Balloonville B&B's basement to his room. He was exhausted from the sexual workout Tracy and Janice had given him, and his ears were ringing from all the balloon destruction he'd witnessed in the Popping Room. His aching cock hung heavy in his pants as if it might never get erect again. A fleeting vision passed through his head: Janet struggling to blow up a hot water bottle, her cheeks bright red and puffed out so big they might burst, while busty Tracy kneeled in front of Jeff and blew him. Instead of a throb of pleasure, his cock gave a throb of pain, as if to say "Don't you dare, buddy, I've done enough for one day, if not one lifetime.) Jeff changed out of his pants, still damp with his cum and Tracy's saliva, and put on clean jeans.
Down in the restaurant, the waitress handed him an uninflated white balloon with blue lines on it. "Here's the menu," she said with the same playful smile every woman in Balloonville seemed to have mastered. "Oh, wait, you can't read it like that, can you?" She took the balloon back, stretched it expertly, and began to blow it up with big, fast breaths, the blue squiggles growing into legible writing. Cheeks puffing, she quickly blew the balloon into a tight light bulb shape, then tied it off and handed it to him. Jeff never would have believed this was possible, but he was so tired he barely noticed.
The waitress returned to take the balloon and his order (a Big Bustin' Burger and a side of 'Flated Fries) and disappeared into the kitchen. Jeff heard a bang like a gunshot, which he realized was his menu being popped. She returned a few minutes later with his dinner, which Jeff gobbled down the way Tracy had gobbled his cock. Fifteen minutes later he was upstairs and trudging down the hall to his room.
A woman in a maid's uniform was coming the other direction. "Good night," she said in strongly-accented English. Jeff nodded. She was wearing a perfume that he remembered from a long-ago girlfriend.
Jeff glanced down at her chest as she passed, and came fully awake. Her tits were massive, even bigger than Tracy's! But how could that be? The rest of her body was thin as a rail. He glanced back over his shoulder, and could see the swell of her breasts extending out past her thin rib cage, swaying gently as she walked. Talk about overinflated balloons! He wondered what he would have to do to get another glance at those tremendous tits.
Back in his room, Jeff found the bed turned down and two tightly-blown three-foot black balloons on the pillows. "SWEET" said one. "DREAMS" said the other. He kicked off his pants, pulled off his shirt, and stepped out onto his balcony where he took a deep breath of the sweet, latex-scented night air. Something was different, and he couldn't quite place it. Maybe it was seeing the hotel's gardens at night?
No, it wasn't that.
It was the balloons.
Specifically, it was *the* balloon--the big lightbulb-shaped Qualatex Q24 sitting on the lounge. It was blue... but hadn't it been when he left his room?
He looked at the balloons tied to the railing. Earlier today, they had been all different colors. Now they were black and silver.
Jeff went back into the room. The balloons scattered about the floor were different, too. Earlier today he'd seen a lot of blues and yellows, but now they were red, green and orange. He picked one up. It felt shiny and taut and had a massive neck. He gave the balloon a little squeeze, and it surprised him by popping with a BANG! No day-old balloon would do that. Someone must have just blown it up.
Was it the busty maid?
Janice had said something about the balloon he had cum all over just a little while ago, just before she popped it. "Good thing she didn't blow it up tighter..." What was the name she said? Anna? Tanya? Anya! Yes, that was it, Anya! Megan had talked about her, too, as she blew up balloon after balloon to pass her Blowing Test. He remembered the name had an Eastern-European sound to it, and the maid definitely had some sort of an accent.
Was Anya the maid with the thin frame and the massively huge tits? And had she just been in here, popping the old balloons, then huffing and puffing and blowing up all of these new ones?
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Despite his cock being as worn-out as he was, this thought brought on a near-instantaneous full-on erection. His cock grew as rapidly as if Tracy (or Nan, or Suzette, or Alicia, or Janice, or Megan, or maybe Tammy, he hadn't seen her blow up a balloon yet) was inflating it with their powerful lungs, trying to make it pop in their face.
No, he thought, no way could that be right. He hadn't been downstairs long enough for one woman to pop all the balloons in his room then blow up so many replacements. There would hardly be time just to blow up the three foot balloons on his bed and the big Q24 on the balcony. Unless...
Unless the maid was like every other woman he'd met in Balloonville.
She must have had a pump, Jeff thought, but he didn't see her carrying any. Maybe there was a compressed-air hose in the room somewhere. Of course! That was it. A hotel that specialized in balloons would surely have such a thing.
Well, then, why did Suzette blow up his air mattress using her powerful lungs? That was all part of the show, he presumed.
He went out to the balcony, picked up the Q24 from the lounge and hugged it to himself. The balloon smelled faintly of the maid's perfume. He decided he would hump it and think of her.
He put the balloon on the bed, straddled it, and slowly laid down. The latex felt good on his member, a good half of which now extended above the waistline of his briefs. The neck of the big balloon stretch as it took his weight, until the knot was even with his eyes.
The knot was wet.
Was that... saliva?
He looked at the knots of the three foot balloons sitting on the pillows. They were wet too.
