Carol, that damn girl from the house next to you. She has always been a mean bitch, both to you and other people in the neighbourhood. Time to teach her a lesson.
She is mowing her lawn right now. Perfect!
You control a couple of small balloons to fly out of the window and land just before her.
Carol doesn't notice the toys at first, but when she does, she starts looking around, trying to spot the perpetrator who had the nerve to litter on her property.
You just stand there by the open window, humming a little tune and playing around with a balloon on a string.
When Carol finally spots you, her face turns red with anger. She storms right up to your doorstep. You wait for her to start banging on the door like she usually does.
'Open up, you bimbo! I saw you throw balloons at my lawn!'
You smirk at that ridiculous statement and invite your guest in. Carol's grimace turns from 'I will tear you apart' from 'What the hell is this' in mere seconds. No wonder, considering you're a walking flurry of latex frills and bows and behind you is a room filled to the brim with toy balloons.
'Hi!' — you greet her.
'Hi yourself. Who are you, the owner's slut? No surprise you're dressed like that. I always knew he was a sick bastard' — Carol retorts.
'No, not at all' — you make a cute sad face of a girl who didn't get a pony for Christmas. Your thighs rub together and squeak, making Carol take a step back in surprise. 'I think you need to change your attitude'
'Like hell I wo-' — you cut her off mid-sentence, giving Carol a deep, intimate kiss. Her eyes turn round as she pushes you away. She tries to say something but it's no use now: instead of a mouth, she now sports a pink balloon 'neck' tied in a knot.
'Mphhhh! Mmmm! Mggh!' — she mumbles.
'Ah, now we're talking. Or... not talking at all!' — you laugh as you start to enjoy the role of a vengeful witch. You embrace Carol, who is paralysed with fear.
'How about we make you something a bit friendlier?'
You untie the knot and Carol deflates, losing any human features in the process. Seconds after, all what's left of her is a pink toy balloon between you latex-clad fingers and a heap of clothing on the floor.
'Let's play, shall we?'
You blow balloon-turned Carol up. She is a big, pear-shaped 24''-balloon. Inflating her is a pleasure in itself: the neck is big and soft, filling almost your whole mouth.
You can hear your poor ex-neighbour screaming internally:
'What happened? Turn be back this instant!'
'Not yet, sweetie, not yet' — you say, taking a break from blowing. You lick your lips, kiss the balloon on the side and keep on inflating.
Doing all this wicked stuff made you turned on. You reach for your undies and start caressing your clit, holding Carol balloon with your mouth and stroking her with a latex hand.
'Wh... ahhh... It feels so goo... ahhhhh' — you can hear her moaning mentally. Her entire body is now a bit erogenous zone made of latex. You stop again and tie her up.
You put Carol under your skirt on an angle, so that her inflated neck rubs against your latex panties. Then you start grinding her, pushing harder and harder, harder and harder.
'NOOOO, stop! I can't take it, I will pop!' — she cries, but you keep rubbing. A symphony of rubber squeaks fills the room as you move rougher and rougher. Your push you fingers inside the balloon, unable to contain the pleasure. She doesn't pop only because you have latex gloves on, making nailpopping impossible. Almost orgasming, you lay on balloon Carol, rubbing your frilly latex breasts against her.
'Mghuhh, ahhhhhh' — you moan as you reach climax, straddling the pink toy with your legs.
You lay silently for a while, knowing that Carol came too. This felt really good. You need to do this to someone else. Some other nasty person.