With your power, you pull her down toward you, and with your arms, you hold her against your breasts. You focus on the balloon, and before long, you hear in your head, "mmm..."
"Hey," you say out loud. "I'm sorry about that, I was just worried that..."
"Sorry!" You hear in your head. "Jesus Christ, don't be sorry! I fucking love you for this!"
You chuckle. "I thought you might. Even so, I wouldn't have done it without asking, only I was worried you'd end up popping me."
"Oh... well, yeah, I probably would have."
"Yeah, I can see that," you say.
"Would it have hurt you to be popped?" she asks.
"Sort of?" you say. "I lost consciousness when you untied me... if I'd been popped, I'm guessing it would've been more or less a painless death. I mean, I guess if you'd somehow reinflated me I'd have come back to life, but how do you reinflate a popped balloon?"
"Can't you? I mean, you turned me into a balloon, can't you inflate a popped balloon?"
"...probably? But I couldn't have done that unconscious. And I'm not sure that would restore consciousness."
"So let's find out!" she thinks at you. "Pop me."