The Balloon of Doom - WIP - 1/29/25 (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! Feels as if time comes to a standstill as he tumbles across the floor getting up just in time to see the balloon right on top of him. Before he could jump away, the balloon slammed itself on top of him pinning his body against the floor from the chest down.

(I made two versions for how this sequence proceeds, let me know which one you like better.)

— Version 1

Sweeps gasped as his breath was knocked out of him, the balloon shoving itself onto him before lifting him off the ground. “AH!?” the balloon crept up against his sides, folding itself over his midsection and taking him into a squeezing embrace.

“G-GET OFF!” thrashed and kicked at the ball as it squeezed around him, causing it to shake and wobble as it began pulling him in. The hero’s heart pounded in his chest as he felt his torso sinking into the balloon, the folds of rubber wrapping around him as if taking him into an enveloping hug. Finally, realizing what the balloon was doing, beat his fists into the thing as he kicked it from below. The rubber surface merely absorbed his blows, bouncing his hands and feet back as he sank further into the orb's embrace.

SQEEEEEEEAK!

“AH!” he exclaimed, his face turning red as the balloon wrapped around his waist, the rubber pressing up against his groin with an invasive squeeze. The hero’s struggles faltered for a brief moment, distracted by the brief pleasure as the balloon snagged both of his legs. Sweeps groaned as he tried to pull his legs free, rubber stretching out slightly before snapping them back. It didn't take long before the balloon engulfed the lower half of his body, his chest now slowly sinking into the squeezing latex

“No!” In a panic he shoved his hands against the balloon, gritting his teeth as he tried to push himself out. The rubber only squished around his hands before puckering tight around his wrists, locking them in place as they began to sink into the rubber as well.

“AH! AHHH!” Sweeps squirmed and thrashed against the balloon as it crawled up to his shoulders, twisting and turning his upper body in an attempt to yank himself free. But it was fruitless the latex now squeezing up his neck and against his cheeks. The hero’s breath hitched as another shadow loomed over his face, looking up to see Miss Rapture standing over him.

“Now, do you see where the Doom part comes in?” she teased, flicking her tongue playfully as her hips swayed side to side.

 Sweeps begin to hyperventilate, feeling the rubber squeeze against the size of his face as it slowly began to suck him.

"H-HELP ME!” he, his eyes pleading with panic, as the red rubber began to creep into his vision.

“Shhhhhh shhh shh shh…” she shushed him, putting a finger on his nose

“Just let it happen, there's no escape now.”

Rapture's voice was deep and sultry, as if trying to calm him before meeting his doom.

 As his head sank into the balloon, the rubber squished his face so tight, pressing up against his cheeks and forcing his jaw shut.

“Uuuugh-mmph!” the rubber squealed against his ears as the balloon closed around his face, pulling him deep into its form as it wobbled back to its rounded shape.

— Version 2

 Getting up on all fours, he looked back to some time to see the balloon was right on top of them. Before he could crawl away, the balloon slammed itself on top of him, pinning his body against the floor.

 The fox gasped as the balloon knocked the breath out of him, pinning him down with such force it felt as if someone had thrown a large weighted bean bag on top of him.

 The balloon then scooped around Sweep’s sides before lifting him off of the floor, taking the hero into a rubbery vice. It took a moment for Sweeps to get his bearings back, only for a cold shiver to run down his spine as he felt the cool, slick rubber folding around him. With renewed panic, he pushed his arms against the rubber as he tried to escape the balloon’s grasp. The balloon responded by squeezing him tighter, pinning his arms back to his sides as the folds of inflated latex puffed up around him. Sweeps groaned as the latex held him tight, no longer able to pull free as he could only squirm in its embrace. The rubber was surprisingly soft even for a balloon, but its grip was unyielding.

The folds began to wrap over him, squeezing him tighter and tighter as he moaned helplessly. The balloon squished his cheeks, feeling as if it was hugging him, as the latex began to encompass his body. Sweeps tried to squirm, but it was no use, the inflatable folds merely absorbed his struggles as the balloon jiggled in the air. The Hero’s breath hitched, painting as the balloon’s red rubber, and a creep into his vision.

The balloon was trying to pull him in, wrapping itself over him to bury him in its inflatable body!

“N-NO!” he, gasped, the rubber obstructing his vision as Rupture calmly strutted towards him, a satisfied smile spread across her face as she watched her creation at work.

The balloon tightly squished his body, hugging him so tightly it felt like it was trying to constrict him. As the balloon squished his cheeks in and forced his lips to pucker, all he could do was let out a moan before the latex covered his mouth. The last thing he could see was Miss Rapture’s dominating smile.

 The red latex filled his vision as the balloon continued to squeeze in on him, pushing his shoulders in and pressing his legs against one another. Sweeps moaned as the rubber squished his blushing face, forced to close his eyes as the balloon him with its constricting hug.

 But just when he thought it couldn't get any tighter, the balloon pressed in on him with one final smothering squeeze. Sweeps could only whine as his body was squished from head to toe, feeling as if he was going to be flattened.

SQUEEEEEEEEAK… POP!

 With a Slick but soft pop, the rubber folds closed over him, and sealed itself shut, the balloon wobbling in the air with its new prisoner tucked away. The balloon continued to Bob gently sweep. His helpless moans could be heard from inside, faint, muffled, but more than enough to please the devious villainess.

 Inside, sweeps had been tucked into a tight womb-like pocket, forced into a fetal position as the folding segments of inflatable rubber squeezed down on him. With barely enough room to move, he found himself hyperventilating as he squirmed within his prison. Every single movement he made resulted in a squeak that rang in his ears, drowning out his even own panic breaths. The smell of fresh latex invaded his nostrils through the stuffy air filling his lungs, overwhelming his senses as he began looking for a way out. But as his paws roamed the slick rubbers surrounding him, it only confirmed what he had feared. His prison was completely airtight, and there was no way out.

 Sweeps tried to stretch out his cramped enclosure, but every time he pushed against the inflatable walls, It would cause his space to contract and squeeze him all over. Sweeps tried digging his fingers into the rubber, hoping to pop the balloon from the inside, but he couldn't even get a grip on the slick latex. The walls would only fold and squish around his arms and legs as he struggled, as if the rubber was trying to swallow him.

  The hero's heart dropped as the reality situation finally set in. There was nothing he could do, the inflatable walls only stretched as he struggled, and a balloon had overpowered him from the start. He was trapped.

“This can't be happening, I’m gonna suffocate in in here!” he gassed in discomfort, still struggling to push the rubber away.

“Correct!”

  The Hero's eyes widened as he heard Rapture's muffled voice from outside.

“My cute little balloon was designed to chase down heroes and smother them!” she teased Gently rubbing her hand across the op crimson surface of her invention.

“Comfy in there?”

Sweeps shivered as her gentle caress caused a loud squeak to echo throughout his prison, serving as a reminder of his helplessness.

“And to think just minutes earlier, you were mocking my balloon, thinking it to be a joke.” she said with a prideful huff in her voice. “Had you run when you had the chance, you wouldn't be in such a tight spot.”

 Sweeps bit his lip as her words sank in. The villainess was right, he wasted time monologuing when he could've apprehended her immediately. Worse, he didn't even recognize the immediate rubbery threat when it was presented to him. In his string of successes, he had become so cocky that he forgot how dangerous his job really was, and this was his price.

 Suddenly, a deep hissing sound could be heard emanating from around him, feeling the rubber press on him as his heart jumped out of his chest. The balloon was squeezing him again, the pocket getting smaller as if the outer layer slowly inflated.

“Oh! And once its target is all snug and wrapped up, it will constrict its occupant with a nice tight hug to squeeze them to sleep.” she mocked, a gentle coo in her voice followed up with a malicious giggle.

“You’re finished…”

Gasping in panic, the fox braced his arms and legs against the walls in an attempt to keep the shrinking pocket at bay. Of course, the balloon merely folded over his limbs, squeezing over his body little by little. As his space shrunk, the pressure grew, the balloon taking him in an all-encompassing embrace as the rubber walls puffed and squeaked around him. Feeling the folds pressing around his head, he tried to shove the rubber away from his face only for the walls to puff up around his neck and chest instead. It was no use, the balloon was enveloping him from every conceivable angle, folding and squeezing around his body as if trying to swallow him up. Every time he tried to push against the walls, they would simply squish and fold in on him from another direction. It was like he was trying to wrestle a giant pillow.

 It wasn’t long before his knees were pressed up against his chest, his arms pinned up against his sides, with his head struggling to stay upright as he was forced into fetal position. Sweeps couldn’t move anymore, he could only squirm, every little movement he made resulting in a teasing squeak as the ball continued to shrink around him. The terrified fox let out a little whimper, with nothing left to do but wait as the Doom Balloon proceeded to squish him.

“Shhhhhh… Don't fight it, there's no escape now.” Miss Rapture spoke softly, whispering into the balloon as she stroked it surface

  “let it hug you… until you sleep like a baby. ♪”

At that moment, something inside the hero snapped. The fear, the humiliation, the helplessness, he didn't want to be defeated this way, not by a balloon of all things.

With a sun surge of adrenaline, the hero threw his arms and legs out, shoving against the rubber walls with all his might. The balloon shook and wobbled as his hands and feet pushed and stretched against the outer membrane. Startled, Miss Rapture jumped back with a gasp, watching her balloon stretch vertically as the outline of the hero's wincing face could be seen pressing against the surface.

“Impossible…” she mumbled, a look of shock spread over her face as her lab coat slid down her shoulders. Somehow, he was pushing back against the balloon's embrace, as if it had triggered some inner strength within him.

Sweeps groaned into the tight rubber as it squeezed in on every inch of his body, contracting around him as he stretched it out. Even with this inexplicable boost in strength, the pressure was overwhelming, squishing him tighter the harder he pushed. Through the tightening rubber, he could feel the outer layer of the balloon stretch around his hands and feet. Sweeps could even see the light from as the thinning rubber squeezed over his face. But even with his freedom in reach, the balloon merely stretched with his efforts to escape, squeezing him even tighter in retaliation. Sweeps’s arms and legs began to quiver as the balloon tried to pull him back in place, his strength wavering against the crushing pressure.

“Just… a little… fur-” BOING!

In that moment, his strength gave out, and the balloon bounced back to its rounded shape as it pulled back into its center.

Miss Rhapsody was nearly speechless, letting out a relieved breath as a smile spread across her face. “Impressive…”

Squished, trapped, and exhausted, he could barely let out a whimper as the last of his freedom was squeezed away. The rubber overwhelmed his nostrils, his breaths growing shorter as the rubber folds inflated around his chest. He couldn't even push the walls away anymore, his limbs held tightly in place by the contracting rubber. His vision dimmed as the balloon hugged him even tighter than it had before, as if was trying to crush him.

Lulled into a state of sensory deprivation, Sweeps could only hear reverberating latex groaning in his ears, the creaking growing deeper and deeper as his consciousness was squeezed away.

Outside, Miss Rapture gently petted the top of the balloon, looking pleased as she gently ran her fingers across the squishy latex.

“Well done.”

(Don't worry, he’s still alive, the story isn’t over yet. ^^)