The Balloon of Doom - WIP - 1/24/25 (Patreon)

“It's finally ready…” The doctor took off her glasses, letting her lab coat flow open, revealing her stylish black leotard underneath. Approaching the steaming pod, she rubbed her hands over the warm glass, waiting for the steam inside to settle so she could lay her eyes upon the final mold of her creation. The devious inventor had created a prototype of this particular invention some weeks ago, even successfully capturing a hero with it.

Being an arms dealer for criminals who enjoy a taste of kink with their crimes, Miss Rapture enjoyed making more unconventional gadgets especially if latex was involved.

 Going from city to city, she would frequently set up shop in abandoned warehouses, a convenient place to meet with fellow ne'er-do-wells.

 As the steam finally settled inside the pod, was graced with the shiny crimson surface of her creation, gleaming within the glass dome like polished porcelain. It was such an elegant sight, the cleanest prototype so far, making her heart swell with pride. As she slid her hands across the glass pod, she was excited to see how this particular iteration of her invention would perform. Biting her bottom lip, she imagined unleashing the prototype on an unsuspecting hero, leaving them at her mercy as she stands over them watching with glee. Miss Rapture couldn't help but stroke the pod affectionately, eager to test out her beautiful new invention.

“Guess I better find a hero for you to capture.” she said, letting out a low sultry giggle.

Suddenly Rapture heard a loud bang from across the room, looking over to see a vent cover had clattering on the floor. The inventor looked up just in time to see a sleek figure leap out of the vents above, gracefully landing on the warehouse floor with an acrobatic pose. It was Sweeps, a fox boy superhero known for his agility and unmatched stamina. Sporting a blue pair of spandex shorts, a tight crop top, black stalkings over his foot paws, and a black mask that only covered his eyes, his attire was just as sleek as his form. Despite being rather slim, he had quite an impressive streak for a niche superhero like himself.

“It's always abandoned warehouses with you villains.” Sweeps said with a huff, standing up straight with a confident posture.

Miss Rapture didn't even flinch at the sight of him, on the contrary, she couldn't help but grin, seeing as she now had the perfect test subject.

“Well well! If I knew I'd be discovered such a cute hero, I would've tidied up a bit.” she said in a low purring voice making the blush visibly as she allowed her lab coat to slip off slightly.

“What can I help you with sweetie?” she asked leaning forward as she placed her hands on her knees, her tail gently swinging behind her in a seductive pose.

Sweeps swallowed nervously as he found himself struggling to keep his eyes focused on her face, distracted by Rapture’s figure on display. Given his adorable and endearing appearance, this hadn't been the first time that a villainess had flirted with him. By now, he had gotten used to it. But unlike most villains, Rapture herself was barely clothed. Barefoot, and wearing what looked like a gymnastics leotard with only a lab coat to cover her, he didn't know where to look without staring. It was admittedly distracting.

“We've been having a crime wave throughout the city, many of these criminals were armed with latex-themed gadgets, and I figured they had a supplier.” he said, his tone serious despite the blush on his face still visible.

“So sorry if I came in at a bad time, but I'm gonna have to put a stop to your operation here.”

Rapture simply giggled under her breath, reaching into her pocket as she stood up straight. “On the contrary…” Pulling out a small but intricate-looking remote from her pocket, she delicately tapped a button with her thumb.

“You're just in time to give my newest invention a test run.”

The glass pod parted down the middle, splitting open and allowing the prototype inside to float free from the confines of its capsule. What emerged was a large, crimson-red rubber balloon. 4 feet in diameter and perfectly circular, it was almost as big as Sweeps himself, gently floating forward as it ominously lingered in the air. The smooth seamless latex shimmered in the fluorescent warehouse lights, bobbing and jiggling ever so delicately like jelly. Sweeps looked unimpressed, rolling his eyes at the idea that a balloon would intimidate him.

“I call it… the Balloon of Doom!” rapture announced, deepening her voice as she said his name for dramatic flare.

 Sweeps just sighed, he had already seen plenty of her gadgets in action, but they proved to be little more than an inconvenience when catching criminals. Sticky bubbles, Slippery latex floor sheets, inflatable bondage rings, kinky stuff, but nothing ever dangerous.

“A Balloon of doom? Really?” sweeps said sarcastically with a hint of boredom in his voice.

 Rapture held back a chuckle as she gave the balloon a gentle stroke atop its surface.

“Yes really. would you like to see Where the doom part comes in?”

 Without warning, the balloon suddenly darts toward Sweeps, taking him off guard as he quickly jumps over the red sphere, narrowly avoiding it. As he landed back on the ground on all fours, the balloon smacked into the wall with a squeak before bouncing back towards him. Sweeps looked behind him just in time to see the balloon coming for him again, quickly rolling to the side as he dodged the incoming sphere. But then, the balloon quickly came to a halt in mid-air, floating back in his direction and picking up speed.

Sweeps gasped as he got back up and ran in the opposite direction, the balloon in hot pursuit as it flew behind him. On his feet, he zipped across the warehouse faster than even an athlete could, but the balloon still kept up with him. Sweeps made twists and turns around the warehouse, hoping to outmaneuver the balloon or at least put some distance between them. But the balloon stayed right on him, dodging the pillars and keeping right on him, maneuvering in a way that should've been impossible for a balloon of that size.

Rapture couldn't help but laugh as she watched her creation chase the hero around. It was a bit bizarre to see a costumed crusader run away from a balloon of all things, and with such urgency. However, what made the spectacle all the more amusing to Miss Rapture, was that not even the hero himself knew the true danger of the orb pursuing him.

 Sweeps looked back for a moment to see if he had put some distance between them, but the balloon was still on him, and getting closer inch by inch. “What kind of balloon is this?!” he yelped.

Sweeps tried to run faster, taking a sharp turn around a large crate as he darted past it. The balloon simply smacked against the wall and sprung back in his direction, building enough momentum to get back up behind him. Changing tactics, he ran towards a large metal container, using his momentum to run up its side before doing a backflip over his Crimson pursuer. With a graceful landing, he bolted in the opposite direction, the balloon smacking into the container as it sprang towards him again.

Looking back, he could feel his heart pounding as he really began to panic. No one had ever kept up with him like this until now, it was as if the balloon had a mind of its own, chasing him down with absolute determination.

Sweeps had no intention of letting the balloon catch him, for all he knew it could be full of poison gas, or explode the second it touched him. But then, he suddenly tripped!

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It's been a while since I wrote some personal literature, so I've been chipping away at this story for the past week or so. Of course, based on my favorite type of balloon, the kind that chases after you for a big hug.