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        Honka is a 22-year-old photographer, making her living doing reports on companies and selling her photos to daily news outlets. Often sporting a leather dress skirt and a tight long-sleeve turtleneck shirt, with her short hair brushed to the left side of her head, she always kept her appearance stylish and unique. She hadn't a single enemy, and all of her coworkers love her. With her mature personality and positive attitude, she was very popular but unknown to everyone she knew… a large sum of her income was from espionage. Obtaining general information and taking pictures around company buildings during the day, only to break in cat-burglar style and obtain intel at night. With her skills in gymnastics and ballet, she would be in and out with whatever she needed before anyone was any the wiser.

        Honka was very proud of her work knowing she was practically the best in the business. Just recently she had stolen some valuable intel and files from a factory that specialized in developing a special type of smart-rubber. Coming home to her apartment with important files in her bag, she found a small package in front of her door. It was addressed to her, however there was no return address, only a note that read: To our favorite agent. “Awww, how nice." she giggled taking the box into her apartment. Making her way into the living room, she dropped her bags, placed the package in front of the sofa and sat down. Honka had a very neat living room, there wasn't much in the way of furniture aside from a lamp, a small table in the corner, and her sofa. Preferring to have her space is open and without clutter, she often only bought the necessities, saving her wealth for retirement.

        "Time to get comfortable.❤️” she chuckled kicking off her boots. Honka began undressing first removing her shirt and sliding off her leather skirt, revealing the silky spandex catsuit she wore underneath. Honka always wore her catsuit when breaking into buildings to steal intel, she would always wear it under her clothes during the day. Not because of a just in case situation, but just because she loved wearing it so much. Stretching her legs, she reflected on her productive work week and how much she loved her job. Laying on the couch she looked at the ceiling and smiled, enjoying a pleasant feeling of smooth spandex on her skin. But then she heard something strange, it sounded like soft hissing. Her eyes widened in shock, thinking it was a lit fuse or the sound of escaping air. Quickly sitting up, she realized it was coming from the small package that she had set down in front of the couch.

        In a panic, she quickly kicked the box away sending it tumbling to the other side of the living room as she jumped behind the couch. Watching from a safe distance, she saw the box expanding as if something was growing from the inside. Finally, the box ripped open revealing what appeared to be a shiny black ball. It was inflating at a steady rate, jiggling around while maintaining a spherical shape as it grew like a balloon. Honka was in awe, the ball was inflating all by itself growing to more than 5 feet, and appeared to be made of some kind of glossy reflective rubber. With every passing second, it got rounder and puffier, with a red zipper appearing in-between a clean looking seam on the front. There was something familiar about the glossy material that made up the inflating ball, in fact, it looked a lot similar to the rubber produced by the factory she had recently broken into. “Uh oh…” she muttered has the balloon finally ceased inflating.

        The balloon remained still for a few moments before the zipper slowly un-did itself, revealing a deep read ballooning double-layered interior. It looked like a pair of vertical lips hidden within the ball, or two balloons tightly smooshed together inside of a bigger balloon. It was a large bondage balloon with a tight inner chamber made of blood-red inflatable latex. Honka’s heart nearly skipped a beat, as the inside of the balloon looked strangely inviting. Against her better judgment, she stood up from behind the couch. Suddenly and without warning, a shiny black rubber tendril shot out from the tight inner chamber. 

        Wrapping itself around her arm, it quickly pulled her over the couch and towards the puffy bondage balloon. Panicked, she tried to pull it off but it quickly puffed up with air, tightening itself as she frantically tried to crawl away. Unfortunately, her spandex suit gave her no friction against the smooth wooden floor. Then two other tendrils shot out from balloon wrapping around both her legs. On contact, the tendrils inflated, squeezing her limbs and making it nearly impossible to pull away. Inch by inch she was pulled closer towards the giant balloon, jiggling and wobbling back and forth as if eagerly awaiting its foxy new occupant. Honka’s heart was pounding like crazy, in a mix of fear and arousal as she was pulled ever so closer to the kinky trap. It looked as welcoming it was sinister, with its blood-red interior chamber and shiny exterior, it looked like a predator getting ready to snack on its prey.

        Honka was powerless, and within moments she found herself only inches from the balloon, rubbing the puffy walls of its interior together as if smacking it lips in anticipation. Honka was out of time, she realized she had to do something quick before it was too late. Placing her feet on either side of the giant opening slit, Honka prevented herself from being pulled in any further. The tendrils tugged on her feet, in hopes that she would lose her footing, but Honka stood her ground… so to speak. The balloon continued its attempt to pull her feet off its sides, but she refused budge regardless. Then, the tentacle binding her arm unraveled itself from her wrist, and slowly wiggled its way to her legs. Puzzled, Honka looked down at the puffy tentacle, thinking it was going to wrap around her legs as well. But without warning, the tentacle suddenly rubbed itself between her legs. 

        "EEP!” Taken by surprise, she lost her footing, and the tentacles pulled her feet into the tight ballooning interior of the inflatable chamber. With its work done, the first tentacle teasingly wiggled its way back into the balloon, leaving her helpless. Honka's heart sank as she watched her ankles slipping into the balloon, it was sucking her in like a giant pair of rubber lips! The interior was cold, slick, and but with surprising friction as her legs were effortlessly pulled deeper between the tight folds of the predatory balloon. The woman's cheeks went pink, shivering at the balloons cold touch. She had never experienced a sensation of envelopment before, it felt like she was being pulled into a rubber sleeping bag. Within seconds she was pulled in up to her waist, a soft moan escaped her lips as she was tightly squeezed between the tight inflatable folds. 

        Placing her hands on the sides of her assaulting balloon, she once again prevented herself from sinking any further. Honka pushed as hard as she could, her hands pressing and squeaking against the soft pliable rubber. In retaliation, the balloon began sucking harder and harder, working itself around her legs and hips. “Mmmmm!” Honka struggled to hold back her moans, as the rubber vigorously rubbed against her more sensitive areas. Closing her eyes, she pushed as hard as she could, but the most Honka could do was keep herself from sinking further. The balloon was so squishy and soft that she didn't have much leverage to push herself away. Eventually, it no longer felt like it was sucking on her, rather... it was now massaging her. It was working its way around her lower body as if to distract her in hopes that she would lose focus. Unfortunately, It was working, the way it rubbed and had its way with her abdomen was absurdly intimate, causing her face to go red with arousal. The balloon squeezed her thighs, massaged her glutes, rubbed her undercarriage, and wedged it's rubber wherever it could. 

        “What is this thing?” Honka thought herself, still desperately pushing against her would-be prison. As time went on the balloon's movements grew faster and more vigorous, getting whatever pleasure it could out of her. Closing her eyes, Honka did her best to ignore the balloons teasing motions until she let out a soft moan. As if realizing it got a reaction out of her, the balloon suddenly increased the pressure around her womanhood, giving her a swift squeeze. “OH”! she gasped. Caught off guard, her body shivered with pleasure as the balloon continued its massage. She whimpered under her breath, though her voice could barely be heard over the sound of loud creaking rubber. Honka had never dreamed of a situation so kinky, being assaulted and massaged by a predatory balloon that clearly wanted to imprison her. Strangely, the very thought of her predicament aroused her, excited her even. In fact, part of her wondered if it felt even better inside the balloon; to be surrounded by a tight inflatable, trapped in a dark prison of endless rubber. While she was distracted, the balloon suddenly continued sucking on her abdomen, sending Honka over the edge as she practically howled in ecstasy. 

        Her arms shuttered, nearly losing their grip before recovering from her sudden orgasm. Catching her breath, Honka almost smiled from her arousing experience but continued pushing against the hungry balloon in hopes of getting free. Then, a new tendril emerged from the balloon and wrapped itself around her neck. Honka gasped in shock as the tendril quickly puffed up into an inflatable collar, nearly choking her as a result. In a panic, she impulsively released her hands for the balloon in an attempt to pull the collar off, by the time she realized her mistake it was too late. The balloon swiftly pulled her in just barely below her chest with a loud SQUEAK. Honka pushed against the rubber lips slowly sucking her in, but the soft inflatable would just creak and fold under her hands. It was also hard to focus with half of her body squeezed in the tight balloon chamber, still gently massaging and sucking on her body, like she was a lollipop. If it weren't for the tentacle wrapped around her neck, Honka was sure that she could get free from her kinky predicament. 

        To make matters worse, the tendril around her neck suddenly puffed up, pushing the breath out of her as she allowed herself to sink further. With that the balloon sucked in her breasts, giving them an intimate squeeze as a rubber folded and tightened around her chest. Honka let out a soft groan, though barely audible due to the tight tentacle wrapped around her neck. The poor woman couldn't even move her head as if she was wearing an inflatable neck-brace. Honka now found herself shoulder-deep in the hungry balloon, kept secured only by her shaking arms, she could barely hold on any longer. No longer able to struggle, and given no leverage to do so, all she could do was wait for the inevitable. Honka endured the merciless massaging and sucking from underneath her, as the hungry balloon continued its attempts to engulf her. The balloon's sucking force seemed slower than before, as if taking the time to enjoy its prey and exhausting her with every passing second. The tight squeezing, the powerful sucking, the pleasurable rubbing, her weary arms, and the constricting pressure of rubbery collar, it was too much. The poor women couldn't fight it all off at once, she could resist as much as she wanted, but the balloon was winning. 

        Realizing her struggles were pointless, Honka finally relaxed her arms allowing the balloon to slowly take her in. Her shoulders went first, then her arms, and ever so slowly sinking up to her neck. Honka could feel the enclosing rubber squishing around her cheeks, as her face was gently squeezed by the ballooning walls sucking her in. But she almost didn't mind, she was just happy for the balloon to end her fruitless struggles. Fortunately, the constricting tentacle unraveled itself from her neck, allowing her to take one last deep breath before her head disappeared within the rubbery folds. With its prey finally sealed inside, the ballon zipped itself back up as it wobbled back and forth like a ball of jelly. The inside of the balloon was slick, soft, and pleasantly pressurized. Sinking deeper into the inflatable ball, she felt the double-layered material rubbing her down as she was pressed from all sides. Unable to tell up from down, all Honka could hear was the sound of loud creaking rubber. It was like she was trapped in a rubber womb. She fussed about it within tight folds, but her attempts didn't help much she couldn't even find the exit in which she came. Even though there were only two ballooning layers in the inflatable chamber, it felt like she was stuck in a maze. 

        What's worse, her prison suddenly began to hiss loudly. Honka’s eye’s widened in shock, the walls were inflating around her! Feeling the chamber tighten around her, she desperately scrambled to find the exit. It didn't take long for her movements to slow, as the enfolding rubber pressed tightly against her. Slowly but surely, the balloon began to squeeze her, tightening against every inch of her body. Honka pushed the ballooning walls away from her face to avoid getting smothered, but the inflating rubber only folded around her arms, threatening to encompass her completely. Tighter and tighter her prison became until finally, she could no longer move. With her arms pinned in place, the enclosing rubber squished her face, smothering her until she was tightly enveloped from head to toe within the balloon. Within moments, her prison had become a tight vacuum chamber. Every attempt she made to breathe only resulted in a mouth full of slick inflatable latex, she wanted to scream, but she knew no one would hear her over the loud rubber. “This thing's actually trying to smother me! I have to get out of here!” Honka thought in a panic, fussing and wiggling about within the tight rubber. Regardless, her limbs were completely pinned in place, leaving her to fruitlessly gasp for air as the rubber invaded her mouth. 

        Now the balloon no longer massaged her, only compressing her while keeping her bound is a spread eagle position! “This is it, they sent this balloon here to suffocate me…” she thought accepting her fate. Suddenly, she felt one of the rubber tentacles enter her mouth, as she suddenly found herself able to breathe again. That's when another huge rush of air into the chamber, squishing her entire body in one quick whoosh! Her breasts were pressed together against her chest, her legs were spread apart with the rubber putting delicious pressure on her abdomen, and her cheeks were tightly squished against her face, trapping her in what felt like a massive full-body hug. Then the pressure began to decrease, easing the compression on her body. But then the balloon squeezed her again, even tighter than the last time! Honka felt like she was getting squished in a stuffed inflatable compressor! Her face was bright red, once again moaning with pleasure as the kinky balloon toyed with her mercilessly. It repeated the malicious cycle of endless squeezing, teasing and pleasing it's now helpless pray, knowing that all she could do was take it. On the outside, the balloon could be seen bulging in wobbling, and occasionally contracting as if compressing its helpless occupant… after a few moments of strange lifelike movement, the balloon became completely still. A small tube popped out from the top, as air could be heard breathing in and out of it.

        “Suspect neutralized, awaiting pick up.” said a feminine computerized voice…