Hello aggain.
I hope this is the right spot to post it, but another member has written down the Story how he came to all this inflatable stuff so I thought... or Think this
here can be seen as some advanced introduction. Like he, I will try to write down how I came to this fetish and what were my Highlights. Unfortunately, even when I tried to concentrate really much I am not able to remember things as good as he did. There are just loose fragments left... but I can´t really put them in an order age-wise nor be absolutely sure that they were exactly like that. It must have been to Long ago... that´s probably the reason. So I guess most of what happened happened at the Age of 10 or younger.
So the balloons... they´re it for me mostly. I don´t really know how I initially got into everything was it being scared of the super loud bang when a balloon Bursts ? Was it something else? I will just write down what I remember.
There were balloons and I knew they can burst. I was phobic of the popping noise because (especially for Young, very sensitive) for my ears that noise was just to loud.
So... my dad brought home a big stash of Ballons from work with the logo of the work on them. I guess These were 12" Standard balloons since I figure out most companies - if they have Advertising balloons - go with the 12". They were put on the lamp for birthday, thightly (but not over-) inflated. When birthday Party was over, the balloons needed to be popped and my dad just stomped them. I do remember that because I can (like a Video) remember the Scene of him stomping them. Was that the Trigger?
Another time I was in the 4th grade. It was about carnival and so they kinda interrupted the education for the pupil having fun. I don´t recall what had been done on that day (I remember we had to move the tables so there´s some room in the classroom for games) but one game was a balloon popping game.
Some Balloons were inflated and put in a basket (or given to the pupil I don´t recall) There were two chairs and two Teams. The Goal was to run to the chair sit-pop the ballon, run back as fast as possible, give the other Team member a high five so he or she can start running doing the same... whatever... the Team to be first out of balloons wins the game.
I can for sure remember that I didn´t want to do it. I just denied it, and sat back as far as I could - and if I remember that - with my "in time then girlfriend" on a table. Yeah... I mean 4th grade and talking about a girlfriend? For me that was Holding Hands and doing homework together ... I don´t evem remember if we ever kissed... and when 4th grade was over we went to different Schools.
Anyhow... I was ... I don´t recall it exactly but I think I really didn´t like it seing my classmates "riding" the Ballons waiting for the Pop. I think I sat in the back, covering my ears with my fingers... at least the teacher said it´s ok and I didn´t Need to Play this game. Aggain, all memories are vague here.
Somewhen I just started with the ballon fetish. I don´t really recall how it started but the start was "big".
I got some balloons out of the stash (must´ve been a 100 pack or so) and I started inflating them and sitting on them (I assume that, not having memories to that). What I do remember, is that I liked it (eg getting an errection but not knowing "what happens there" just "that I like it) and so I continoued... it even grew really big.
I started inviting my best friend to sit on a balloon to, and he did it. I said it´s like a pillow for the chair. So we were in my room playing Computer games (yeah in the 90s, Retro) and either both of us sitting on each one own´s looner or switching positions (like the chair for the Computer had the looner and whoever played sat on it). I don´t know if it did something to him, but for me it was. I was not using any ear protection and the fact that whatever we
sat on could Pop any Minute really did it to me. I was havin´ "a hard one" for a really Long time sometimes so Long my lil´man hurt afterwards just from being hard.
I remember quite sure that I also figured out that trash bags are a good inflatable seat aswell and other than balloons they announce if they´re about to Pop (the plastic changes... it´s getting White-ish first, then it creates a bubble... as the material gets thinner you can even look through it so you can quite good predict when it´s about to Pop or of the applied weight is okay or not okay). Back then things didn´t Pop easy since I was obviously younger, and as a child / Teenager I was very thin and People made (friendly) jokes on me like I should eat something they call me "bean stick" and things but that was just Family members joking around.
The balloon Thing really was a Thing since I even involved my Little sister doing this. I´m in her room and she was having a... don´t know the word now let´s say double bed. So there´s a bed on ground Level and above it like "first floor" with a ladder there´s another bed. Usually I take Ballons in, under inflate them and lay in bed. I put them below my butt and let the neck Show out. This way I relaxed... or even wanted to sleep. I mean... I remember even having names for These things. ... they might Sound funny and weird now. This whole "sit on something inflated" Thing I called it "After stützen Club" (something like butt-support-Club if you´d translate it) and with my sister I pretended the balloon to be an egg that Needs to be hatched and we were chicken.
I remember having a "session" with my sister aggain (Don´t get this wrong there never happened anything we were just loone-ing) my dad came in. He saw what´s going on and he was kinda mad. He took away the balloon (eventually popped it?) and mean talked at me and asked something like "does that turn you on" "Does that make you horny?"... Apart from me not knowin what he meant - at this Age - I felt bad because... it was just nice.
Oh I´m throwing things around (memories) so there´s no "order" when things happened. I just write what I remember...
To my parents it was not a secret that I´m into Ballons. Must´ve been far under the Age of 10 (maybe 8) I went over to my grandma (who sadly passed away when I was around 10 or 11) for a sleepover. Her house was just maybe 150-250 feet away from my parent´s house so it´s fine. I remember bringing a looner with me, and sit on it... watching Tv... my grandma didn´t care as if it was the most normal Thing. I had the sleepover in her big bed, and even there I had the looner somewhere on my butt, being horny all the time. Eventually I managed to fall asleep but I can´t remember if the looner was popped the next day or not.
My parents also "watched" (in Terms of seen and accepted) me playing around with looners for a while but at the Point I mentioned above (looner taken away, dad gives comments) they kinda were weary that what I´m doing here is not normal.
Aggain... I´m just writing what I remember there is no order like "this was with 8 years this was with 10 years" I don´t recall. I´ll end this post here and continoue in the next one, where I talk about actually doing the fetish alone.
I hope this is the right spot to post it, but another member has written down the Story how he came to all this inflatable stuff so I thought... or Think this
here can be seen as some advanced introduction. Like he, I will try to write down how I came to this fetish and what were my Highlights. Unfortunately, even when I tried to concentrate really much I am not able to remember things as good as he did. There are just loose fragments left... but I can´t really put them in an order age-wise nor be absolutely sure that they were exactly like that. It must have been to Long ago... that´s probably the reason. So I guess most of what happened happened at the Age of 10 or younger.
So the balloons... they´re it for me mostly. I don´t really know how I initially got into everything was it being scared of the super loud bang when a balloon Bursts ? Was it something else? I will just write down what I remember.
There were balloons and I knew they can burst. I was phobic of the popping noise because (especially for Young, very sensitive) for my ears that noise was just to loud.
So... my dad brought home a big stash of Ballons from work with the logo of the work on them. I guess These were 12" Standard balloons since I figure out most companies - if they have Advertising balloons - go with the 12". They were put on the lamp for birthday, thightly (but not over-) inflated. When birthday Party was over, the balloons needed to be popped and my dad just stomped them. I do remember that because I can (like a Video) remember the Scene of him stomping them. Was that the Trigger?
Another time I was in the 4th grade. It was about carnival and so they kinda interrupted the education for the pupil having fun. I don´t recall what had been done on that day (I remember we had to move the tables so there´s some room in the classroom for games) but one game was a balloon popping game.
Some Balloons were inflated and put in a basket (or given to the pupil I don´t recall) There were two chairs and two Teams. The Goal was to run to the chair sit-pop the ballon, run back as fast as possible, give the other Team member a high five so he or she can start running doing the same... whatever... the Team to be first out of balloons wins the game.
I can for sure remember that I didn´t want to do it. I just denied it, and sat back as far as I could - and if I remember that - with my "in time then girlfriend" on a table. Yeah... I mean 4th grade and talking about a girlfriend? For me that was Holding Hands and doing homework together ... I don´t evem remember if we ever kissed... and when 4th grade was over we went to different Schools.
Anyhow... I was ... I don´t recall it exactly but I think I really didn´t like it seing my classmates "riding" the Ballons waiting for the Pop. I think I sat in the back, covering my ears with my fingers... at least the teacher said it´s ok and I didn´t Need to Play this game. Aggain, all memories are vague here.
Somewhen I just started with the ballon fetish. I don´t really recall how it started but the start was "big".
I got some balloons out of the stash (must´ve been a 100 pack or so) and I started inflating them and sitting on them (I assume that, not having memories to that). What I do remember, is that I liked it (eg getting an errection but not knowing "what happens there" just "that I like it) and so I continoued... it even grew really big.
I started inviting my best friend to sit on a balloon to, and he did it. I said it´s like a pillow for the chair. So we were in my room playing Computer games (yeah in the 90s, Retro) and either both of us sitting on each one own´s looner or switching positions (like the chair for the Computer had the looner and whoever played sat on it). I don´t know if it did something to him, but for me it was. I was not using any ear protection and the fact that whatever we
sat on could Pop any Minute really did it to me. I was havin´ "a hard one" for a really Long time sometimes so Long my lil´man hurt afterwards just from being hard.
I remember quite sure that I also figured out that trash bags are a good inflatable seat aswell and other than balloons they announce if they´re about to Pop (the plastic changes... it´s getting White-ish first, then it creates a bubble... as the material gets thinner you can even look through it so you can quite good predict when it´s about to Pop or of the applied weight is okay or not okay). Back then things didn´t Pop easy since I was obviously younger, and as a child / Teenager I was very thin and People made (friendly) jokes on me like I should eat something they call me "bean stick" and things but that was just Family members joking around.
The balloon Thing really was a Thing since I even involved my Little sister doing this. I´m in her room and she was having a... don´t know the word now let´s say double bed. So there´s a bed on ground Level and above it like "first floor" with a ladder there´s another bed. Usually I take Ballons in, under inflate them and lay in bed. I put them below my butt and let the neck Show out. This way I relaxed... or even wanted to sleep. I mean... I remember even having names for These things. ... they might Sound funny and weird now. This whole "sit on something inflated" Thing I called it "After stützen Club" (something like butt-support-Club if you´d translate it) and with my sister I pretended the balloon to be an egg that Needs to be hatched and we were chicken.
I remember having a "session" with my sister aggain (Don´t get this wrong there never happened anything we were just loone-ing) my dad came in. He saw what´s going on and he was kinda mad. He took away the balloon (eventually popped it?) and mean talked at me and asked something like "does that turn you on" "Does that make you horny?"... Apart from me not knowin what he meant - at this Age - I felt bad because... it was just nice.
Oh I´m throwing things around (memories) so there´s no "order" when things happened. I just write what I remember...
To my parents it was not a secret that I´m into Ballons. Must´ve been far under the Age of 10 (maybe 8) I went over to my grandma (who sadly passed away when I was around 10 or 11) for a sleepover. Her house was just maybe 150-250 feet away from my parent´s house so it´s fine. I remember bringing a looner with me, and sit on it... watching Tv... my grandma didn´t care as if it was the most normal Thing. I had the sleepover in her big bed, and even there I had the looner somewhere on my butt, being horny all the time. Eventually I managed to fall asleep but I can´t remember if the looner was popped the next day or not.
My parents also "watched" (in Terms of seen and accepted) me playing around with looners for a while but at the Point I mentioned above (looner taken away, dad gives comments) they kinda were weary that what I´m doing here is not normal.
Aggain... I´m just writing what I remember there is no order like "this was with 8 years this was with 10 years" I don´t recall. I´ll end this post here and continoue in the next one, where I talk about actually doing the fetish alone.
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