Re: Ever seen a girl/boy you like pop balloons?
I'm assuming that you mean popping in a less fetishized manner and by someone other than a significant other. I've had a couple of experiences that stick out in my memory. Some more pleasurable/exciting than others, but they more importantly were key moments leading to me developing the fetish.
The first time I can remember was during second grade, so I was probably 7 years old at the time. I was definitely intensely phobic of balloons popping at this point in time. In our 2nd grade classroom, the teacher had this birthday tradition where whomever's birthday it was that week, she'd hang 10 balloons by a string in a row across the classroom. She said that they were to celebrate that person's birthday, but I can remember it as clear as day, when she came up with the next part of the birthday celebration. After explaining why she was hanging the balloons, she said, "the balloons will be up for the week... and when it's your birthday, I'll give you a pin and you will get to pop them while everybody watches!" I remember the feeling of my heart sinking and the intense nervous pain in my stomach upon hearing that the balloons were gonna be popped. That anxious discomfort was only multiplied by the contrasting sound of all of the rest of the class cheering with excitement that the balloons were going to be popped.
Anyways, I can remember one girl, we'll call her Maya, that I was particularly fond of popping the balloons. I can remember the smile on her face as she grabbed the balloon with one hand and brought the pin to the balloon with her other hand. Each time she brought the pin near and slowly dug it in the skin of the balloon, the class would hold it's breath. And then... BANG! And the classroom erupted in cheers and laughter. And then BANG! Yaaaaaaay! BANG! Yaaaaaaaay! BANG! It seemed like the balloon popping would go on forever. Truth be told, while I may look back on it more fondly than I experienced it, it was absolutely terrifying at the time. Each birthday, I'd wind up plugging my ears, watching with squinting eyes in terror of the next balloon pop. Or I'd burry myself in the classroom closet. One time, I even faked that I fell ill and had my grandfather pick me up early just to avoid the celebration.
The funny thing is that when it came to my birthday, while I was initially afraid to pop my balloons, something strange happened. After the first scary balloon pop, when the class broke out in excitement and laughter, I was surprised by the positive reaction to me popping the balloon and found myself growing more brave. With each balloon I popped, I was strangely overcome with joy and excitement, more and more encouraged to pop the next balloon. I can say that despite my phobia, it was the first time I was genuinely excited for balloons to pop.
Anyways, fast forward about 20 years and I had reconnected with Maya again when I was in medical school. We began to date briefly. On our first date out to dinner, she was mentioning her part time job when she was on her college breaks. She told me that she actually worked as and assistant to a professional balloon decorator setting up balloon arches, columns, and whole party venues. She started talking about the rising price of helium, when I interrupted her saying that I knew that there was a national helium shortage in the U.S. that was threatening the balloon industry. Surprised, she said back, "how'd you know that?!?" I said, "I actually love balloons, I know it's strange, but they're so pretty and they actually make me happy." She goes, "OMG, I know right! I love balloons too! They're awesome!" I went on to tell her that (although I fudged it a little bit to not seem like I was overly interested in balloons and popping balloons) as much as I love balloons, popping them still scares me but it's exciting and kinda fun at the same time. She goes on to tell me that she thinks that popping them is really fun to her too.
I then decided to bring up our 2nd grade birthday celebration, how I remember her popping her birthday balloons, and how it scared the shit out of me. I told her all the ridiculous ways that I would try to get out of having to be present for the balloons being popped. We laughed about it. We eventually changed subjects and the rest of the date went on enjoyably. What was extra awesome though was the next day while I was sitting bored during a group assignment back in med school... I suddenly get a text message. The very first thing Maya texts me is, "BALLOONS! LOL!" It definitely put a huge smile on my face.
Anyways, I've written enough for now. I'll write another time about the other 2 experiences. Hope you all enjoyed the story.
I'm assuming that you mean popping in a less fetishized manner and by someone other than a significant other. I've had a couple of experiences that stick out in my memory. Some more pleasurable/exciting than others, but they more importantly were key moments leading to me developing the fetish.
The first time I can remember was during second grade, so I was probably 7 years old at the time. I was definitely intensely phobic of balloons popping at this point in time. In our 2nd grade classroom, the teacher had this birthday tradition where whomever's birthday it was that week, she'd hang 10 balloons by a string in a row across the classroom. She said that they were to celebrate that person's birthday, but I can remember it as clear as day, when she came up with the next part of the birthday celebration. After explaining why she was hanging the balloons, she said, "the balloons will be up for the week... and when it's your birthday, I'll give you a pin and you will get to pop them while everybody watches!" I remember the feeling of my heart sinking and the intense nervous pain in my stomach upon hearing that the balloons were gonna be popped. That anxious discomfort was only multiplied by the contrasting sound of all of the rest of the class cheering with excitement that the balloons were going to be popped.
Anyways, I can remember one girl, we'll call her Maya, that I was particularly fond of popping the balloons. I can remember the smile on her face as she grabbed the balloon with one hand and brought the pin to the balloon with her other hand. Each time she brought the pin near and slowly dug it in the skin of the balloon, the class would hold it's breath. And then... BANG! And the classroom erupted in cheers and laughter. And then BANG! Yaaaaaaay! BANG! Yaaaaaaaay! BANG! It seemed like the balloon popping would go on forever. Truth be told, while I may look back on it more fondly than I experienced it, it was absolutely terrifying at the time. Each birthday, I'd wind up plugging my ears, watching with squinting eyes in terror of the next balloon pop. Or I'd burry myself in the classroom closet. One time, I even faked that I fell ill and had my grandfather pick me up early just to avoid the celebration.
The funny thing is that when it came to my birthday, while I was initially afraid to pop my balloons, something strange happened. After the first scary balloon pop, when the class broke out in excitement and laughter, I was surprised by the positive reaction to me popping the balloon and found myself growing more brave. With each balloon I popped, I was strangely overcome with joy and excitement, more and more encouraged to pop the next balloon. I can say that despite my phobia, it was the first time I was genuinely excited for balloons to pop.
Anyways, fast forward about 20 years and I had reconnected with Maya again when I was in medical school. We began to date briefly. On our first date out to dinner, she was mentioning her part time job when she was on her college breaks. She told me that she actually worked as and assistant to a professional balloon decorator setting up balloon arches, columns, and whole party venues. She started talking about the rising price of helium, when I interrupted her saying that I knew that there was a national helium shortage in the U.S. that was threatening the balloon industry. Surprised, she said back, "how'd you know that?!?" I said, "I actually love balloons, I know it's strange, but they're so pretty and they actually make me happy." She goes, "OMG, I know right! I love balloons too! They're awesome!" I went on to tell her that (although I fudged it a little bit to not seem like I was overly interested in balloons and popping balloons) as much as I love balloons, popping them still scares me but it's exciting and kinda fun at the same time. She goes on to tell me that she thinks that popping them is really fun to her too.
I then decided to bring up our 2nd grade birthday celebration, how I remember her popping her birthday balloons, and how it scared the shit out of me. I told her all the ridiculous ways that I would try to get out of having to be present for the balloons being popped. We laughed about it. We eventually changed subjects and the rest of the date went on enjoyably. What was extra awesome though was the next day while I was sitting bored during a group assignment back in med school... I suddenly get a text message. The very first thing Maya texts me is, "BALLOONS! LOL!" It definitely put a huge smile on my face.
Anyways, I've written enough for now. I'll write another time about the other 2 experiences. Hope you all enjoyed the story.
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