After I discover my husband's obsession with balloons, I can't help but be intrigued. He's always been into my curves, and now I have a new curve to add: a latex one. I don't want to just be the closest human thing to a human balloon, even if that involves stuffing every facet of our relationship–and myself–with something inflatable. If I end up with my entire life filled with balloons, I'll blow until I'm out of breath and then blow some more. This short story contains scenes of a sexual, balloon-loving nature and is designed for mature audiences only.