#latex🎈🎈🎈🎈

[baldbear5291]

LatexBär. From leather to latex is now a small step. Locked for a few hours.... 🖤💛🐻💦🍆😈🎈🎈🎈🎈🎈

[lovablethings]

🎈 Pronoun ideas for a balloon dog!

🎈/🎈s/🎈self + 🐕/🐕s/🐕self + 🤡/🤡s/🤡self + 🎉/🎉s/🎉self (balloonself / dogself / clownself / tadaself)

(key: they/them/themself) (you can of course choose variations on these, too, if any inspire you but don't quite fit!) squ/squeak/squeakself ... la/latex/latexself ... ba/balloon/balloonself ... flo/float/floatself ... twi/twist/twistself ... lock/lock/lockself ... pup/pup/pupself ... fun/fun/funself ... ir/ir/irself ... eep/eep/eepself ... par/party/partyself ... ae/aer/aerself ... ai/air/airself ... ci/cir/cirself ... wag/wags/wagself ... pop/pop/popself

[risingsouls]

🎈 a balloon for the birthday man, enjoy

" .................. " With a concentrated beam of ki akin to a needle extending from his finger, Vegeta pops the balloon. His expression remains unreadable as latex and string drift to the ground.

[sosoftxx]

hey! Thought I'd check out your blog

🩺🎈💨 for Steve if you could? 👉👈💕💕

🩺- Medical

🎈- Bloating

💨- Eprocto

It's great that you should ask! Here's an extract from a fic I'm currently working on that caters to your ask!

Steve stands and strips his shirt off clumsily in a single tug, his hands trembling. The soft cotton of the garment slides down his arms and flutters to the floor, chest and shoulders bulging with muscle. At his waist, his pants seem to barely be able to contain his bulging gut, and his stomach extends several inches past his hips. It gurgles wetly as it stretches against the fitted waistband of his pants.

Standing briskly from his seated position, Bruce makes his way over towards the far wall where a small box of latex gloves resides alongside a small dispenser. He pulls on a pair, motioning towards the exam table. "Could you lie down, please?"

There's another wet gurgle from Steve's tummy, and then he lies down atop the clinic's exam table, placing his hands on either side of his body. He looks quite vulnerable in that position - even, dare one think it, helpless. His exposed belly stretches against his waistband in a very suggestive manner.

Upon securing the stethoscope around his neck, Bruce makes his way over towards the exam table where he stands above the man's rounded gut. It churns away like a factory, the red streak of a fresh stretch-mark painted just near his navel.

Steve exhales and shuts his eyes as the other man positions the stethoscope against his midsection. Down his sides near his hip bones, a dusting of thin stretch-marks is littered. The skin near his navel is slightly puckered and wrinkled from the expanding fat there, and the skin there is a slight, rosy red. As Bruce listen to the gurgling, bubbling sounds coming from Steve's gut, he hears something else: the low, wet rumblings of gas moving through the man's bowels like a tidal wave.

"Your stomach sounds really gurgly," he comments, using his free hand to feel about the area of which he is listening to. It is hard and firm.

Bruce can feel the bubbling of Steve's digestive tract from the outside, the vibrations from the gurgling, rumbling contents of his intestines. As he feels around the man's stomach, the other shudders and grumbles in mild discomfort, and then he feels it: a tremendous, wet bubble, moving through. Steve groans slightly as his tummy swells with yet more gas.

"Sorry if I'm hurting you at all-" the doctor sets his stethoscope aside, pressing his fingers above the other's navel, beneath his diaphragm. "Can you tell me how that feels?"

Steve whines softly as he feels Bruce's fingers pressing into the soft flesh of his gut. "Kinda tight. Like something wants to get out..." His voice trails off, the rumble of gas inside his belly building into a louder, more insistent growl.

Moving his hands to knead into the other's lower belly, now, along his large intestine and down beneath his navel where the colon resides, Bruce can feel more than hear as a particularly large swell of gas pushes its way passed his prodding fingers with a loud groan.

Steve can't help the way he groans loudly, his muscles tightening in discomfort as the gas pushes passed the doctor's hand. He grits his teeth as it continues to build and bubble inside him, his belly distending further and further. “My God... that's... a lot of gas...!”

"Is it stuck?" Bruce asks, tone seemingly innocent, as he presses down upon the hard swell. "Let it out, Steve - you'll feel better for it."

Steve takes a deep breath, and then another, and he relaxes a little as the gurgling continues. Bruce is almost positive he can hear the gurgling of gas moving through Steve's large intestine now. With a final, shuddering breath, the sounds finally subside, his large, distended belly growing quiet. He looks at the other, his eyes wide. His stomach is noticeably bigger than it was before.

Then, abruptly, the silence is torn into by the booming slap of the hot, rippling fart that erupts from between the man's quivering thighs. Its stench immediately permeates the room - the hot, wet odour stinging at Bruce's eyes as his nostrils are assaulted by the offending scent.

Steve, who has yet to sit up, is startled by the unexpected and forceful fart. He grits his teeth as both its force and its horrible stench hit him, and he curls slightly out of reflex. "Holy sh-... god." He takes another deep breath, visibly swallowing. "God, that was.... holy hell."

"That was... something, alright." The other fails to suppress the way his nostrils flare as they are burned from the inside-out by the penetrative odour. "How are you feeling after that?"

Steve shakes himself, slowly getting up from the examination table. He looks at his stomach, which seems to have taken on an extra inch or two in circumference since he arrived. His belly still gurgles and rumbles, and Bruce detects the presence of still more gas inside him. "I feel a little better, yeah. But... it feels like there's still a lot more..."

[baldbear5291]

Smoking in latex. Texas Lancero 7*70

#latex #latexsuit #boner #cigar #tight #comfy #horny #dripping

🔒🖤💛🐻🎈🎈💦🍆🎈🎈🔒

[darius-cordell-custom-dresses]

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[tboi1980aus-2]

🩲 cotton & 🎈latex

[tboi1980aus-2]

It feels like latex

🎈

[late-to-the-party-81]

Congrats on the milestone my love❤️ ok hope I’m doing this right

Party bag 🛍 — Bucky and balloons 🦾🎈

Hey Hanna, thanks for this - it just wanted to be cute and fluffy.

Un-beta'd drabble, approx 1k

Divider by @firefly-graphics

The squeal of children playing, the squeaking of balloons rubbing against each other, should have been sweet and heart-warming, but unfortunately you found it grating. It was your nephew’s fifth birthday and your sister had begged you to come and help kiddy-wrangle.

Luckily it was a nice day and the party was outside in your sister and brother-in-law’s garden. The kids had a bouncy castle, there was a buffet loaded with food, other parents mingling,a face-painter and the cherry on top? The balloon artist. Okay, he might be the source of the creations that were currently getting on your nerves, but at least he was nice to look at. You were standing by the bouncy castle, your turn to enforce the no shoes and no shoving policy, which most of the little darlings here were quite happily disobeying. As long as no-one broke anything it would be alright. 

A group of boys, who’d all picked balloon swords in blue and green came running past you, hitting at each other.  When would this torture end? At least your current spot allowed you to unobtrusively checkout the balloon modeller. He was not what you’d expected at all. Tall, broad, brunet, young, with a smile that could light up the room. He’d arrived here with the face-painter, a petite, slim red-headed, who he obviously knew very well, but their body language didn’t seem to show an intimate relationship between the two. Not that anything was going to happen. He was a total stranger, but sometimes it’s nice to indulge in fantasy now and again.

Your gaze was constantly drawn to his deft fingers, as he manipulated the brightly coloured latex for the enjoyment of the children. Would they be just as impressive gliding over your skin, between your folds, into your pus…

You were pulled out of your daydream by your sister calling your name. It was time to coral the children so they could eat and then play some sit down games. You hustled 6 or so small humans off the bouncy castle, and towards the main part of the lawn near the buffet table. Having had your responsibilities lifted, at least for the time being, you nipped inside so you could get yourself a drink. As you filled a glass with lemonade, you decided it would be a nice gesture to get one for the entertainers too. Placing the three glasses on the tray you went back outside and walked over to where the face painter and balloon artist were set up.

The red-headed lady took one from you with a smile.

“Thanks, it’s hot out today. I take it you’re related to the birthday boy?”

“Yeah, I’m his aunt.” You gave your name and held out your hand.

“I’m Nat,” she replied, although she refused your offer of a handshake with a chuckle, holding up her hand so you could see the smears of face paint all over it. Instead, she jerked her thumb over her shoulder and pointed at the man you’d spent most of the afternoon fantasising over.

“And this is my friend, Bucky.”

He did shake your hand. It was warm, and fairly smooth although there were a few callouses.

“Bucky…” You tested his name out on your tongue subconsciously, and then felt heat flow to your cheeks. He smiled at you, a teasing glint in his eye.

“That’s the name, doll. Don’t wear it out.”  Then he actually winked and the cheesiness of it broke the tension and you laughed.

“It’s just an unusual name, that’s all.”

“It’s from my middle name, Buchanan. First name’s James and there were loads of other James’ at school and I wanted to stand out. You managed to bite your tongue, but your thought sounded loud and clear in your head.

And I bet you did!

Now you were closer to him you could make out more details. He had stormy grey-blue eyes, and a few freckles down the side of his face. And he wasn’t just broad, he was built! You could see the outline of his muscles under his t-shirt. God, you wanted to rip it off him and trace them with your tongue.

Get a grip, it’s not like you haven’t seen attractive men before…

He took the lemonade off the tray and gulped it down. You were entranced by the column of this throat as he swallowed.

“So, you said Aunt. Is the kid’s Uncle around here somewhere?”

Oh, he’s smooth.

You raised your eyebrow in amusement. He took a step forward, and everything else around you faded away.

“There’s no Uncle.”

“Another Aunt?”

“Only our other sister who couldn’t make it.”

A ruckus coming from across the garden snapped you out of it and you turned just in time to begin singing ‘Happy Birthday.’ You kept throwing Bucky glances from under your eyelashes and nibbling your lower lip. He smiled back at you, hands in his pockets and rocking on his heels.

After the candles were blown out, you took the cake from your sister to carry out the boring job of slicing it up and wrapping a piece for each child to take home with them. Then you had to help supervise pass-the-parcel and pin the tail on the donkey. You were worn out, and by the time you managed to catch your breath, you realised that Nat and Bucky had packed up and gone home. You tried to stifle a flash of disappointment. You’d hoped to speak to the handsome entertainer some more; there had definitely been something there that wasn’t entirely one-sided. As you moved over to tidy up where they’d had their tables you noticed a balloon crown tied to the chair. You picked it up, wondering which child had left it, when you realised something. On the inside of the crown was the name Bucky, followed by a phone number. You popped the crown on your head with a smile and continued cleaning.

[feedmegreenthings]

I have heard snails have a rubbery texture, like chewing butter-soaked deflated latex balloons. 🎈

I want to know who here would try dolphin milk. What about dolphin cheese?

[baldbear5291]

I feel like a very confident, dominant, horny latex sextoy in this suit. Damn.... 🎈🎈💦🍆🖤💛🐻

[pronounsrus]

Balloon theme

requested by @p4rt2cle

im sorry there isnt much and this took so long ^^;

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Air/Air/Airs/Air's/Airself

Ball/Balloon/Balloons/Balloon's/Balloonself

Balloon/Animal/Balloon animals/Balloon animal's/Balloon animalself/Animalself

Col/Colour/Colours/Colour's/Colourself

Colour/Colourful/Colourfuls/Colourful's/Colourfulself

Float/Float/Floats/Float's/Floatself

Hydro/Hydrogen/Hydrogens/Hydrogen's/Hydrogenself

Helia/Helium/Heliums/Helium's/Heliumself

Late/Latex/Latexes/Latex's/Latexself

Nitrous/Oxide/Nitrous oxides/Nitrous oxide's/Nitrous oxideself/Nitrousself/Oxideself

Oxy/Gen/Oxygens/Oxygen's/Oxygenself

Pop/Pop/Pops/Pop's/Popself

Rub/Rubber/Rubbers/Rubber's/Rubberself

🎈/🎈/🎈s/🎈's/🎈self

[tomatodeals]

Toyshine 100 Pack Macaron Candy Colored Latex Balloons,12 Inch Rainbow Pastel Balloons

Toyshine 100 Pack Macaron Candy Colored Latex Balloons,12 Inch Rainbow Pastel Balloons

Price: (as of – Details) 🎈 Macaron set – Macaron candy colored balloons is the most popular This year. The balloons are very soft and beautiful, the colors include light blue/pink/lilac/mint/peach/light yellow/blush /champagne/light grey etc. 🎈Candy Party balloons – The pastel macaron rainbow Balloons are perfect for birthday party, wedding, engagement, graduation, prom, baby shower, valentines…

[darkanddirtyknb]

KNB MONSTERVERSE(S) #13

🎈 Izuki Shun (伊月 俊) ↬ “Always flexible.” He stands on your street corner under a light, His mouth painted red and his face all white— He never stops smiling and often waves, To those who pass by, he wants to enslave. The shoes he wears are too big for his feet, And he carries around a sack full of treats, He offers them up to anyone who approaches, Sweet candy chocolate-coated cockroaches. His laughter is obnoxious, loud, and shrill, Enough to unsettle and give you the chills— He crosses the street with balloons in his hand, Buttons on his chest moving as his lungs expand. He tells you a joke before he starts the chase, Then he runs after you with inhuman grace, You won't ever outpace him in an attack, Try as you might, it always ends in black. When you wake there's sunshine in the sky, But the light is really just a twinkle in his eye— His makeup is smeared and damp with sweat, He rolls a red ball and it's a game of roulette. His bare hands smell like mylar and latex, Powdery and rough, mottled in rainbow flecks, Some of what must be paint, others surely blood, Which leads you to believe the rest is dried mud. He drags you down into the muck of his deception,  Plays his pranks and fucks with your perception— He dresses you up in a costume topped in spider silk, Then force-feeds you cookies and spoiled milk. He claps his hands and dances a jig, Shaves off your hair and outfits you a wig, He ties you down and paints your face, And you've no choice but to accept the disgrace. He knots you balloon animals made of real parts, Colors you pictures and gives you still-beating hearts— He sings you soft songs of love and devotion, While making you drink his pearly poison potion. His teeth are sharp and his eyes glow red, His tongue drips black and he speaks to the dead, He claims himself skilled in the art of entertainment, The lives he's taken have been devoted to his attainment. His smile seems to grow wider each day, Splitting his cheeks and red like clay— He spreads his jubilation like a disease, A plague that comes with no guarantees. ☾ Halloween Song: “Grease Paint and Monkey Brains” by White Zombie