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Galek, a hiker in his mid-20s and mage school dropout, was taking a special weekend to hike up the tallest mountain in his state. The young man was quite fit as he would always head to the gym before heading off to work, keeping his lean but modest figure in top shape. After working his butt off at his day job, and saving up for his extra expensive camping gear, he was ready to go on the hike he had been planning for almost 6 months now. The mountain was called “Wonder hill,” as it had formed over a period of two years due to extraordinary geological activity, according to the media. But more accurately, magic. Though the mountain was perfectly safe, it was home to a lot of supernatural activity, a lot more than what the world was used to, even with magic being a normal part of life. New species of birds, canines, and even insect life were discovered around the area regularly, and sometimes the night sky would even be a different color. But one of the strangest and most unexplained phenomena, was the plant life, with certain species of flowers being different colors in normal, and trees that grew rare vegetables that would normally be found underground, just to name a few.

Though a bit nervous, the unusual magical activity around the area only made him more excited to go. The trip would take him a total of two days, about nine hours to get to the top, and another nine hours to get back to the bottom, leaving him just enough time to sleep and for the drive home. Wearing brown shorts and an orange T-shirt, he was equipped with hiking shoes, bear spray, two canisters of water, 15 energy bars and a sandwich, an emergency tent, a flare gun, a sleeping bag, and a travel backpack just a name a few. Six hours into his hike, the sun had already begun to set, and unfortunately, he wasn’t even halfway up to the peak yet. Galek was still in the forest area of the mountain, leading him to believe that he may either be lost or may have taken a wrong turn.

Stopping in his tracks, the young man wiped the sweat off his forehead and slumped down to his knees. Galek felt absolutely gross, his ankles were covered in dust, and he had already sweated through his T-shirt. Despite the heat, he was starting to regret wearing shorts instead of full-legged pants. While he loved hiking more than anything, he would often fantasize that every trail had a public walk-in shower of some kind. Just then, as he stood back up, he noticed something bright and shiny floating out from some of the nearby bushes. It looked like a tiny bubble gleaming in the setting sunlight with a rainbow tint. Curious, he walked up to the bubble where it floated settling in front of him, watching it for a couple of moments before raising his hand up to it. Poiking it with his finger, the bubble squeaked like porcelain, but with the elasticity of rubber.

What’s more, the bubble seemed to create suds as he rubbed it, slowly spreading across the tip of his finger. Pulling his finger away, he rub the suds away with his thumb, and was astonished to see the dirt washing away from his skin. Galek’s eyes widening with astonishment, he grabbed the tiny bubble in both of his hands and began rubbing it like it was soap, covering his hands in cool pleasant suds. Suddenly, he noticed one of his hands sinking into the membrane of the tiny bubble, quickly pulling it away as he saw that his hand was now dripping wet, washing away the suds. Reaching for the bubble again, he gave it a small squeeze, and water seemed to drip out, as if it was a sponge. With that, he put his hands underneath and began washing the soap away from his palms. Smiling, it didn’t take him long to realize that the bubble was clearly magic in nature, being able to produce soap and water while still floating above the ground and seemingly being pop proof.

While it was small, it was more than enough to completely clean off his hands, and giving him just enough water to wash the soap away. It was obvious that the bubble was the result of the mountain's mysterious magic, but he had no idea where it could’ve come from. As he was lifting his head up, that’s when he noticed more bubbles floating out from the nearby bushes. There were only about three of them, but it couldn’t have been a coincidence, caching his curiosity as he Pushed the bubble aside, strayed off of the path and into the foliage. Pushing through thick bushes and branches, he eventually finally found a clearing where he stopped in his tracks, his face going completely blank in astonishment. In the clearing were dozens and dozens of clear soapy bubbles of various sizes. Galek hadn’t seen so many bubbles in one place since the last time he was at a birthday party, and of course the bubbles there weren’t magical soap bubbles.

Another unusual thing he noticed was how the surrounding bushes were more floral colored, almost pastel in comparison to the surrounding foliage, including the bush that he had just crawled out of. The only logical assumption was that he had discovered some kind of bubble bush patch. It was quite breathtaking to look at, like some kind of environment that you would only see in an anime or children’s cartoon. However, it wasn’t the beauty of it that excited him, as he wasted no time putting his stuff down before reaching out to one of the larger bubbles. Just as before, the bubble didn’t pop at his touch, creating suds that washed away once his hand permeated through the membrane. Holding his hands back up, Galek looked back down at his dirty body, chuckling happily as he began undressing without a hint of hesitation.

Completely nonchalantly, the young man had completely stripped himself down, even kicking his boxers behind him on top of his backpack and other materials. And with that, he walked over to one of the larger bubbles which was almost a foot in length, took it in his hands, and began rubbing it against his sweaty chest. Colorful suds quickly covered the front of his body, and he could feel the dirt wash away from his skin. It was so pleasant, so refreshing, especially with how smooth and soft the bubble was as opposed to using a normal bar of soap. The suds themselves felt strangely heavy, as if they had weight to them, even putting pressure against his body as they slide down his legs. It felt so strange, but oddly pleasant as he moaned softly under his breath.

The bubble, of course, squeaked like a balloon as it rubbed against his chest. It almost felt like a soft sponge made of jelly, and despite not weighing a thing, it felt much like a water balloon, and so relaxing the press against his chest and belly. Galek even dare to consider rubbing it down a little lower, just to see what it would feel like between his legs. The mischievous thought put a goofy grin on his face, but continued to clean his upper body as he chuckled under his breath. Unbeknownst to him, the bushes seemed to start ruffling around him, not enough to make a sound but as if they were gesturing, or reacting to his presence. Then, a tiny pink bubble slowly emerged from one of the floral shrubs, making its way in his direction as it made itself discrete among the other bubbles. Meanwhile, once he was finished with his upper body, he hugged it tightly against his chest as the magical water washed all the suds away from his skin.

The water was so chilly that it made him shiver, but it was so fresh at the same time, as if it had come straight from a spring. It was so refreshing, it nearly made him feel weak in the knees, his body feeling the sudden urge to relax as the magical water washed over him. Memories of his childhood vacations flooded his mind, reminding him of how he used to fall asleep while relaxing in the springs, one that would eventually dry up as he grew older. Once the water had finished washing all the sides away, he lifted the bubble over his head and began rubbing it against his hair, covering his head in its soft suds. meanwhile, the pink bubble continued making its way closer to him, subtly growing in size as it floated amongst the grass and other smaller bubbles, growing from the size of a marble to the size of a tennis ball.

Once he finished soaping his hair, he squeezed the large bubble has water spilled out and washed the soap away from his head. Feeling the water blow past his face and down his body, all Galek could do was smile. These soft soapy spring-like bubbles brought him so much relief, he nearly forgot all about his plans to hike up the mountain. It was almost like his journey had already gotten its pay off by finding this strange bubble spring. Releasing the bubble from his head, he let out a relaxed sigh as he looked up at the beautiful sky, which had begun to take on a more pastel orange color. Just as he had heard, the mountain was indeed full of wonders and beauty emptying his mind of distracting thoughts as he focused on the moment he was living in, not even bothered by the cold water dripping down his naked body.

Just then, snapping him out of his trance, he felt something firm bump against his leg, looking down to see another large bubble. But he was surprised to find that it was pink in color, rather than being completely transparent and soapy looking like all the others. It was roughly a little bigger than the one he just used to shampoo his hair, being almost the size of an exercise ball. However, the weirdest thing about it was its opacity, unlike the other bubbles this one wasn’t see-through at all, in fact, it looked more like a rubber ball than a soap bubble. Curiously, the young man reached down and grabbed the bubble in his hands, lifting it up off the ground. Despite its appearance, I didn’t feel like latex at all, it felt like an ordinary soap bubble. However, it seemed to be less jiggly than the other bubbles, with much less heft while still being weightless. Regardless, its differing features only sparked his curiosity as it stood out from the rest of the bubbles.

Puckering his lips mischievously, he brought the bubble down to his lower half, as he prepared to wash the rest of his body with it. Since it was much bigger than the last one, he could cover a lot more skin with it, among other things. Pressing it against his front, he found himself blushing as the soft surface pressed up around his upper legs and crotch. Closing his eyes, Galek let out a tiny moan as his manhood immediately stiffened up, pressing itself further into the squishy surface of the pink bubble. It almost felt like he was pushing himself against a memory foam pillow, one made of elastic jelly. And with that, he slowly began rubbing the bubble against himself, rocking it back and forth like the others. But instead, his movements were much more gentle and subtle, just grinding himself against it rather than trying to get suds out. However, though he neglected to notice that the bubble did not excrete suds of any kind, simply squeaking like rubber as it rubbed against his front.

None the wiser, Galek lecherously whimpered as he gently closed his eyes, nearly forgetting that he was originally trying to wash himself. Suddenly, the bubble pressed itself against him, nearly causing him to trip over in shock before quickly regaining his balance. Looking down, he saw that the bubble was squished up on his pelvis, with its membrane seemingly wrapped around his hips as if it had grabbed onto him. Just as he was about to push it away, a startled moan escaped his lips, feeling a sensation of pressure around his manhood as it was gently squeezed. Galek still attempted to push the way, but it would only indent slightly before jiggling back against his lower half. The bubble had firmly latched itself around his hips, and pulled his penis into what felt like a soft sleeve. But before he could truly panic, the bubble began to slowly stroke his manhood, catching the hiker off guard as he bent over.

The bubble bobbed back and forth, gently thrusting itself against him similar to how he was earlier. It was like the bubble was reciprocating his grinding, humping him back while taking his manhood into its soft rounded form. Galek tried to resist, but he couldn’t help but whimper happily as the bubble pleasured him. The pink orb squeaked like a balloon with every thrust, bobbing like a giant exercise ball that was stuffed full of jelly. Calming down, he fell to his knees and allowed the bubble to do its thing, assuming it was just another special treatment provided by the magic bubble bushes. The way the bubble rocked against his hips and massaged his manhood, it was as if it was suckling on him. Galek didn’t even have to move his hips, fully submitting himself to the lecherous pink bubble as it so eagerly had its way with him.

Despite how soft its surface was, it squeezed just enough to keep him stimulated, while keeping a firm hold on him to maintain its leverage. It didn’t take long for the bubble to bring him to the edge, causing him to fall to his knees with a blissful whimper. Galek’s moans grew louder and louder, practically synchronizing with the squeaking bubble as it maintained its rhythmic thrusting motion. Wanting to make the pleasure last, the young man tried to hold himself back, but the bubble clearly had other plans. It didn’t take more than a couple of seconds for him to quickly climax, tilting his red-cheeked face up with a loud moan as he blew his load into the soft bubble. But even then, the bubble continued to suck, squeezing every last bit of seed out of him one burst at a time.

Finally, once his climax was over, the bubble finally went still, and the young man collapsing on his hands and knees with the bubble squishing underneath him. Catching his breath, Galek simply smiled in the afterglow of his finish, resting his lower half on the bubble beneath his pelvis. The hiker had never climaxed so quickly in his life, and never before had it felt so pleasant. It was so gentle with its stroking, yet it was more than enough to pleasure him beyond what he imagined possible. With a relaxed and blissful sigh, he prepared to sit back upright, only for the bubble to pulse and twitch underneath him. Just as he looked down, the bubble suddenly ballooned outwards with a sudden Whoosh! Catching him off guard, it’s hold the pressure around his hips tightened as his cock was giving another swift squeeze.Galek gasping in shock, abruptly losing the strength in his knees and collapsing on the bubble beneath him.

Quickly regaining his bearings, he looked down and was baffled to see that the bubble was twice the size as it was before, growing from an exercise ball to half his size. Galek’s knees were no longer touching the ground, and the was membrane had inflated up to his chest. The bubble was a full-blown 3 to 4 feet now, even bigger than a beanbag. It didn’t take long for the bubble to start moving again, as it continued stroking his cock and rocking his pelvis, bouncing his hips up and down with balloon-like creaks. Stuck on his hands and knees doggy style, he tried to sit himself up, but he didn’t have enough leverage to push himself upright. His hands and knees were barely touching the ground, constantly bobbing and shifting on top of the bubble which kept him centered atop it. Furthermore, the bubble was still firmly wrapped latched onto his hips with his manhood firmly inserted inside.

Galek even tried rolling to his left and right, but he was unable to shift his weight to either side, as if the bubble was pulling him back in place. By now the bubble’s intentions were clear, to milk him to its satisfaction whether he liked it or not. Unable to resist, he simply surrendered his body, quelling his resistance in hopes of waiting it out. In his vulnerability, he couldn’t hide his arousal any more than he could hope to escape the lecherous bubble, his cheeks burning bright red as he moaned whimpered with every pump of his hips. The other magic bubbles simply floated around him, occasionally bumping against his helpless body, as if to tease the helpless hiker. From any other perspective, it almost appeared as if he was humping the bubble himself, making his predicament all the more embarrassing. Soon enough, the young man could feel himself coming to another climax.

Frightened by the bubble inflating any further, Galek placed his hands on the top and tried to push himself off. But the moment he placed his palms on the surface, he immediately slipped, seemingly unable to get any kind of trip or leverage the top of the sphere. Following his less than successful attempt to sit up, he felt the surface clinging to the sides of his belly as it had with his hips, as if to pin him down further. while getting a good grip on his body, it felt more like it was giving him a big squeaky hug, driving his endorphins crazy as he got even closer to finishing. Knowing what was the follow if he came inside, he tried his best to take his mind off of the erotic bubble, but it was impossible to ignore its loving treatment. Galek wished he could somehow hold back, to keep himself from feeding the bubble any further, but it was too late.

With a helpless whimpering moan, he again released his seed into the needy bubble, spurting load after load as it was sucked away with every pump. Once he finished, he again relaxed his body and cut his breath, the bubble remaining still as he was allowed a moment’s peace. Now that he had a chance to calm down, he really could appreciate just how soft the bubble was, supporting his weight like a fluffy cloud, and even holding him tenderly like an eager lover. While it was concerning that the bubble was so overly clingy, he started to think that perhaps it just wanted affection, but he still couldn’t be sure. Then, right on cue the bubble began to twitch and squirm underneath him, ballooning outwards and lifting him above ground as it instantaneously grew in size.

The force of the inflation pushed him further into the folds of the pink bubble, letting out a confused yelp as the slippery film pressed into his face. Once the bubble had filled itself out to its new size, the young man was gently bobbed up and down atop the bouncy surface like a water balloon, letting out gentle low pitched creaks with every little jiggle it made. Arms and legs spread out, Galek lifted his head up, finding himself completely lifted off the ground by the bubble. What’s more, it seemed to add more than double its size, as the surface seemed to indent around him under his weight, large enough to cradle him as if laying a top and oversized cushion. In fact, he couldn’t even see the bushes around him. Unknown to him, the balloon had inflated to over 14 feet, dwarfing him in size and suspending him several feet off the ground.

At this point, even if he wasn’t already balls deep inside of the balloon, the membrane was far too slippery for him to crawl off of, centered on it’s surface like a cherry on top pudding. Preparing himself for another round of milking, he was surprised when he felt the surface indenting further under his weight. It felt like he was sinking, the gelatinous membrane becoming much more flexible and squisher as he began descending into its enveloping folds. “Wha-mmmph!” Before he could even cry for help, he was quickly silenced as a surface wrapped over his head, quickly taking in his entire body as a surface squeezed around him. Then moments later, he was completely submerged within the squeezing folds, disappearing into what now looked like a tightly puckered orifice. His muffled moans silenced, the bubble slowly pulled him deeper and deeper within it’s interior, loud beautiful squeaks reverberating within its hollow body until it suddenly sprang back into its original rounded shape.

Finally, everything was silent, the soap bubbles quietly floating around the large pink bubble, which was now motionless on the grass. For Galek however, everything had become dark, squeaky, and extremely tight. The membrane now surrounded every inch of his body, squeezing down on him in what felt like little segments, as if his prison was lined with multiple inflatable cushions. The hikers arms, legs, and even his head or tucked inside of tightly puffed up sleeves, similar to the one his cock was trapped in. His eyes tightly closed, it felt like he was being smothered by a balloon, the membrane brushing up against his now puckered face, but somehow still able to take air through his mouth and nostrils. The young man was so confused, it felt like the bubble had gobbled him up, slurped him inside like a noodle. There was no question that the bubble was alive, but now, Galek was forced to reevaluate what its possible intentions were.

“Is this thing trying to digest me!? Did I get pulled into its stomach?” he thought in a panic, again attempting to squirm, but to no avail. Despite how squishy his prison was, it held him tightly in place as if trapped in a vac bed or a tightly inflated sleep sack. Just when he thought that this was the end, he felt the sleeve stroke at his manhood once again. Despite letting out a pleasurable muffled moan, he was not as enthusiastic as before, knowing he was completely at the mercy of his inflatable captor, unsure what it was planning on doing with him. Even so, it was obviously still trying to milk him, stroking him eagerly in order to bring out another burst of his seed. Galek couldn’t fully enjoy the experience, still questioning why this was happening to him, and trying to make sense of what the bubble was trying to accomplish by holding him like this.

But despite his helplessness, the all-encompassing pressure hugging his body still triggered a sense of euphoria within him, feeling himself getting closer and closer to another climax. Galek couldn’t stop it, nor suppress it, the bubble effortlessly bringing him the stimulation necessary to take his seed again. The young man simply whimpered in the face of his powerlessness, not just because of how vulnerable he was, but embarrassed that he could be brought to come so quickly. Soon, the stroking and thrusting grew faster and faster, and it wasn’t long before the young man released into the sleeve once more, letting out a defeated moan as his whimpering voice echoed throughout the interior of the bubble.

As per usual, the bubble eagerly took in his seed one burst at a time, milking his orgasm for everything it was worth. Galek could feel his load being sucked from him, but the sleeve never felt wet from his ejaculation, as if it was literally drinking him dry. Finally, once his orgasm ended, he went limp within the puffy chamber, for the little time he had until it would have its way with him once again. Unable to tell what the bubble was doing planning on doing with him, being inside of it only brought more questions and answers, left to ponder what his fate might possibly hold should he remain inside of the thirsty bubble. Would he be just milked and suckled? What was to happe3d should he run out of seed to give? Not too long after, did the bubble begin to twitch and wiggle around him, almost tickling him as the membrane rubbed against his skin. ”Uh…” he shivered, feeling the surrounding interior jiggle him about as if he was trapped in a bowl of jelly.

Suddenly, he felt the surrounding sleeves contract on him in a surprisingly tight embrace. “HMMMPH…!!!” he moaned, feeling the surrounding interior double its pressure around him, as if giving him a surprise hug. The sleeves around his arms and, the cushions pressing on his torso, and even the hood around his head were squishing him up tight, as every inch of his prison practically doubled its already tight hold on him. Galek was so smooshed, it felt as if he was being flattened between two massive balloons, or trapped in an overinflated sleeping bag. “Nnnngh… this thing must’ve… inflated again…” he thought. In reality, the bubble had not noticeably changed from the outside, simply wobbling in the wind while keeping its prisoner motionless within his body. Rather than increasing its own size, all its additional pressure had been re-allocated to its inner chamber.

Even though it wasn’t constricting, Galek could barely remember what direction was upper down as the bubble disoriented his sense of balance. It was so tight, he could barely feel the pull of gravity at all, just the cradling pressure of the gelatinous membrane hugging him. Well before, he could probably compare the surrounding sleeves of the interior chamber to wearing some kind of inflatable mascot costume, now it felt like he was wearing some kind of full-body life jacket. Then, right on cue, the bubble continued suckling on him. Unable to do anything about it the young man simply groaned into the squishy membrane, trying to take his mind off of his situation in hopes of delaying his orgasm. He tried thinking of his miserable exams back in magic college, the nights he spent sleeping in his car during his early 20s, and even tried thinking of his ex, anything that would lower his libido.

Alas, every pump the bubble made would pull him away from his thoughts, keeping him in a constant state of pleasure. With the rhythmic squeaking from the sleeve stroking his manhood, it didn’t help that the bubble put him in a state of complete sensory deprivation, practically forcing him to focus on the pleasure. The extra pressure made all the difference, clinging upon him like a needy lover that had nothing but affection to give him. No matter what he tried, he couldn’t ignore the bubble’s heavenly pleasurable treatment, as if it doing its best to maintain his undivided attention. It really did feel like the bubble was just giving him a big hug, which only made it easier for her to bring him back to another climax, even quicker than before.

His mind raced in panic, trying his best to keep his libido under control to avoid spilling another load. Seeing as the bubble inflated every time he came, it won’t be long before his space got really really cramped. Unfortunately, the very thought of getting squished by his bubble prison only sped up his climax, causing him to release another bust of seed into his pink captor. With that, the bubble happily took his juices, rewarding him by prolonging his climax as long as possible with long needy strokes. Galek’s eyes rolled back as his ejaculation ran its course, but just when he thought he was done, the surrounding membrane gave him an additional loving squeeze. This proved too much, letting out another sudden load, more than he had previously given.

”Oooohhh…” Galek whimpered until the climax was finally over, his heart pounding like a jackhammer as he waited for the bubble’s next stage of inflation. Right on cue, only seconds after he’s released, the bubble did its usual spasm, wigging like jelly before instantaneously puffing up around him with a deep reverberating squeak. Unprepared, the interior pressed down on him with such a pressure that the wind was pushed right out of him. The best he could muster was a weak whimper, squished down from every angle as if the bubble was trying to flatten him. It all happened so fast he didn’t know how to describe it, the cushions and sleeves had inflated so tightly he literally couldn’t even move or bend a finger. It felt like he was wrapped up in one of those blood pressure testers, squeezing down on him so tight that it no longer felt like a full-body hug, but like a constricting vac chamber.

It was so tight he thought that his arm and legs could fall asleep at any moment. Strangely, the only part of him he could feel wasn’t getting smooshed was his cock, still safely and comfortably tucked away within its milking sleeve. Right then, the bubble continued stroking him once again, and was still completely helpless to stop it. Pressed down so tightly, he couldn’t even moan in response, as he was far too flattened to make any significant sound. Of course, the fact that his entire body was deprived of any sensory aside from his manhood made it much easier for the bubble to get him off. Again his ears were assaulted with the soft squeaking of the all-encompassing bubble, unable to hear his own voice, as if just a reminder that he was now a slave to his milking prison.

With how tightly his body was compressed, the only thing he could feel was the bubble’s lewd loving treatment, sucking him off as eagerly as ever. Galek was shaking inside, dreading the next inevitable inflation that would occur within his prison. It was already uncomfortably difficult to breathe with how pressurized his chamber was, any more with surly smother or crush him. Panting weekly, Galek wanted to call out for help, he wanted to pull his manhood between his legs, he just wanted to get out of the bubble. But there was nothing he could do, he couldn’t hold back his libido, he couldn’t move a muscle, he couldn’t do anything. All he could do was feed the bubble, involuntarily giving his seed in exchange for the unwanted suckling pleasure. Even quicker than the last time, he could feel his climax creeping upon him, only seconds from giving the bubble what it so desperately craved.

His heartbeat beating like an earthquake, Galek began to whimper like a wounded animal, he didn’t want to give in, but it was too late. Even sooner than he thought, he had one last explosive climax, feeding the bubble with everything he had, as time seemed to slow down to a crawl. All he did was take a moment to wash himself, all he wanted was to relax on his long hike, but got far more than he bargained for. Even for just a moment, he thought about where he would be had he ignored the bubble bushes entirely. Galek would’ve been sweaty, dirty, exhausted, but probably snoozing in his tent before long. Instead, he was tightly bound, and completely cut off from the world around him, constantly being milked like a helpless boy toy with no means or hope for escape.

As per usual, the bubble prolonged his pleasure by sucking as much out of his climax as possible absorbing the nutrients of his juices for itself until he could give no more. As the bubble went silent once more, only one thought went through his head. “If only I had ignored this place, if I had ignored this bubble…” And with one last puff, the bubble squeezed down on its helpless occupant. Unprepared the instant puff of pressure smooshed the air out of him, leaving him breathless. It felt like he was being crushed, the pressure so tight against his chest it was a struggle just to inhale. It didn’t even feel like sensory deprivation any longer, as the uncomfortable tightness could be felt in every inch of his body. He was practically flattened, as if he had just been stuffed into a suitcase that barely fit him.

It wasn’t long before he began feeling dizzy, the immense pressure squeezing him into unconsciousness as he struggled to breathe. Galek was slipping away so fast he didn’t even notice the bubble suckling on him again, treating him as nothing more than a source of cum to milk. Before long, he began to forget where he was, forgetting about the outside world, forgetting about his own body as the only thing he could feel was the constricting bubbly cushions as he was squeezed to sleep. With its prisoner finally unconscious, the bubble gently floated into some nearby trees, disappearing within the foliage and leaving the bubble bushes behind. All that was left was his clothes and hiking equipment, which were soon scooped up by some slightly larger soap bubbles before floating off into the skies above.

The young man was never seen again, however, rumors of a beautiful pink bubble spread among other hikers and mountain climbers, occasionally spotted floating around the surrounding forest and mountainside. Saying it ment good travels for whoever laid eyes upon it. But whatever happened to Galek? Was he absorbed into the bubble like food? Is he still being milked unconscious to this day? Perhaps he is still struggling inside, fighting desperately to escape his tight pink prison? Guess we’ll never know…

Perhaps if miracles do exist, he may escape someday.