As a semi-popper, I hear a lot about accidental pops, but what about the other side of the coin? Balloons/inflatables you tried to pop, but they just absolutely wouldn’t. I have 2 stories that come to mind and I’d like to hear yours;
1. I had an empty house and felt like my current stash needed to be curbed a slight bit. I normally don’t do a lot of b2p’s (although I love watching women do it) but I felt I wanted to try one with one of the biggest loons I had, a 36 inch cattex heart. Ironically, because there was a thin spot of the latex literally dead center where the two arcs of the loon meet, I was pretty sure that even if I had done a good job stretching it well out of proportion from continued use, it wouldn’t get too far before a bang.
Boy was I wrong!
I have no idea how big that balloon got for certain, but believe me when I say I was at it for over 25 minutes, it got so impressively huge, that I was even able to neck it to the point the nozzle nearly disappeared. Because I literally could NOT put any more air into that balloon, I just held it by the tips of my fingers and admired how resilient it was. For a moment, I considered letting some of the air out, giving it a reprieve, and just riding it out, but of course that’s when it finally went. It was so utterly shredded, that I actually found pieces I missed a month later, thankfully before others did.
2. I know not everyone is into mylar, but I brought a large ballerina balloon off an online seller once, along with a ton of other balloons. This balloon EASILY outlasted every other loon, and not just because it was foil. I swear the seams on that thing were made to be invincible, it could not be popped. Which suited me just fine cause I loved to cuddle up with it when I had a private minute. Unfortunately I couldn’t deflate it either, something about the design just didn’t allow it to be deflated, so I had to bury it deep in the closet when not in use.
Finally my old man forced my hand and told me if I didn’t clean out that old closet, he would. So that meant my little Ballerina’s playtime was definitely at an end. I waited for the house to empty for a couple hours, and completely failed to burst it. Sure, I could’ve just stabbed it with a knife and left it at that, but there was no fun in that! I should mention at this point that I am NOT a small nor weak man, I’m 300 plus pounds, 6’4, and stocky. I could not s2p it, and I couldn’t squeeze or stomp it. Trust me, I tried to.
Finally, I just squeezed and wrestled all the air into the head portion (the biggest portion) and just hugged as hard as I could muster, digging my fingers into the balloon. For about a good minute, it held against my hardest assault, creaking, squeaking, and squealing trying to hold back the pop. Then, without warning, came what was unexpectedly one of the loudest pops I’d ever heard. Immediate orgasm too, I might add.
Because I’m a glutton for punishment, I brought both those balloons again.
1. I had an empty house and felt like my current stash needed to be curbed a slight bit. I normally don’t do a lot of b2p’s (although I love watching women do it) but I felt I wanted to try one with one of the biggest loons I had, a 36 inch cattex heart. Ironically, because there was a thin spot of the latex literally dead center where the two arcs of the loon meet, I was pretty sure that even if I had done a good job stretching it well out of proportion from continued use, it wouldn’t get too far before a bang.
Boy was I wrong!
I have no idea how big that balloon got for certain, but believe me when I say I was at it for over 25 minutes, it got so impressively huge, that I was even able to neck it to the point the nozzle nearly disappeared. Because I literally could NOT put any more air into that balloon, I just held it by the tips of my fingers and admired how resilient it was. For a moment, I considered letting some of the air out, giving it a reprieve, and just riding it out, but of course that’s when it finally went. It was so utterly shredded, that I actually found pieces I missed a month later, thankfully before others did.
2. I know not everyone is into mylar, but I brought a large ballerina balloon off an online seller once, along with a ton of other balloons. This balloon EASILY outlasted every other loon, and not just because it was foil. I swear the seams on that thing were made to be invincible, it could not be popped. Which suited me just fine cause I loved to cuddle up with it when I had a private minute. Unfortunately I couldn’t deflate it either, something about the design just didn’t allow it to be deflated, so I had to bury it deep in the closet when not in use.
Finally my old man forced my hand and told me if I didn’t clean out that old closet, he would. So that meant my little Ballerina’s playtime was definitely at an end. I waited for the house to empty for a couple hours, and completely failed to burst it. Sure, I could’ve just stabbed it with a knife and left it at that, but there was no fun in that! I should mention at this point that I am NOT a small nor weak man, I’m 300 plus pounds, 6’4, and stocky. I could not s2p it, and I couldn’t squeeze or stomp it. Trust me, I tried to.
Finally, I just squeezed and wrestled all the air into the head portion (the biggest portion) and just hugged as hard as I could muster, digging my fingers into the balloon. For about a good minute, it held against my hardest assault, creaking, squeaking, and squealing trying to hold back the pop. Then, without warning, came what was unexpectedly one of the loudest pops I’d ever heard. Immediate orgasm too, I might add.
Because I’m a glutton for punishment, I brought both those balloons again.
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