When Bobby and I inflate during s*x, we look like bouncing beach balls. The more we practice, the bigger we can inflate ourselves. He’s up to fifty-eight inches in diameter. I’m able to pump that much air into me and form a cute, round belly.
Tonight, he wants to do something new in the bedroom. I’m curious to see what he has in mind. Bobby is on the freaky side, so I’m not sure what to expect.
“I’m home,” I holler upon walking through the door.
“I’m in the closet, Mary. Lie on the bed and blow yourself up, then reach under the bed to pull out the blouse and put it on.”
“Okay, honey.”
I make my way to our bedroom, reaching for the aquarium pump we keep stowed underneath the bed. With a flick of my hand, I insert the hose into my anus and blow myself up. My organs are compressed togeth
