Counterspell after counterspell. Nothing was working. Taut creaks filled the air, like a balloon was being stretched too far... even though it was technically two!
Jeanne's breasts were falling victim to the laws of physics. You see, as a balloon rises, the air pressure drops, and the contents of the balloon will push out to equalize. It had only been about an hour since she first floated off from her motorcycle, but Jeanne knew her limit was near. The ill effects of the upper atmosphere were of no concern. Umbra Witches could walk in the vacuum of space and still be perfectly fine. The integrity of her skin, however, was a different matter.
Once more, the orb in her hand faltered. Not only was the helium inside her threatening to burst her, but it also felt undeniably erotic. Whether her nerve endings were all being stimulated or she had just discovered a secret kink of her own, Jeanne didn't know. What she did know was that being this big felt fucking amazing. If it wasn't for the threat of popping, she would likely be having the time of her life.
Silently, Jeanne cursed the angel who had cast the spell upon her. If she managed to get down in one piece, she was going to find the clever bastard's corpse and hurl it into a garbage heap!
|Story by BuoyantBoobs|
|Artwork by Rosita Amici|
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