Emmie And Bob : Super Glue, Part 3 Of 3 (Patreon)

Emmie And Bob : Super Glue, Part 3 Of 3.

Release Date : May 14, 2022.

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Emmie And Bob : Super Glue, Part 3 Of 3.

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 

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"Geez, babe... It was not that long ago that i used to literally hold you in my palm, right after squashing you to the size of a coin! And now... i mean, just look at you!"

Bob said with a smug smile on his face, his glance glued on the massive ascending orb that was his girlfriend's body right in front of him, a glance glued as equally strong as the glued hose tip on Emmie's mouth, the still rapidly flowing gas now having worked expansive wonders on the woman's body, as she had now ballooned up to a blimp...

"It would take at least 10 hugs like mine in a row and fully extended, to get around that huge belly of yours, Emmie! And you know i have a big hug too, babe! Ha-ha-haaa..."

"MHPMHMHMHHHHH!!! MHPHMPPPPPHPMHPHHHHHH!!!"

The man continued his commentary on the unresponsive balloon of a woman, if someone could let out the continuous and intense moaning and muffled groaning coming from her puffed up face as she kept protesting and screaming through the hose blocking her mouth, his stupid remarks only making angrier and filling her - besides the tons of gas doing the exact same thing - with murderous rage for her darling boy...

Bob on the ground tho, was having the time of his life! And how could he not, since not only had he managed to ambush Emmie and shove the glued hose in her mouth, but he was now seeing his revenge plan nearing it's fullest perfection, with his bitch of a girlfriend finally getting some of the same treatment she gave him days ago, but to a much greater and cartoonish effect. And indeed the massive pneumatic mountain of curves that was previously walking without a care in the world, was now floating before him like a literal blimp full of gas, the shinny surface of all of Emmie's rubbery body parts that were now extending to each direction above the patio for several feet, was a sight that kept adding to the man's joy like he was a kid with an eat-all-you-want ticket at their favorite candy shop...

"Hey look, babe! There's some folks there waving hi at us on the second floor... Wave them back, Emmie! You are on the same height, don't be rude babe... Ha-ha-ha!"

Bob yelled to the inflating woman, indeed some folks were looking at the sight from a window, their jaws dropped at that massive set of curves that were now floating past them, and not even close to waving hi like Bob so foolishly implied but with pure awe in their eyes as the Emmie balloon kept rising higher and higher, passing floor after floor like the floating spectacle she was now becoming. Emmie's boobs were now the size of weather balloons, both tit-orbs being strangled and divided into several bulging compartments of pneumatic excess by her impossibly overstretched yellow tank top that was now several tenths of sizes bigger trying to accommodate the top of the ballooning woman, and beneath all that was a midsection so impossibly inflated that it was now more than 15 feet across, all her massive body parts now making way through the palm leaves as they kept brushing them softly the higher she kept getting. Emmie's buttocks were a double sight of wonder as both her rear cheeks were now the size of trucks, her mini bottom stretched over a double ocean of inflated rubber-skin while her thighs and feet followed like humongous pillars at the same scale of massiveness from beyond...

"MPMHMPHPHHHH!!! MPMPHPMHPMHPHHHHH!!!"

The poor girl could only moan and scream through the expanse of her cheeks as her head was literally sunk between the mountains of bulging excess surrounding it, her terrified widened eyes looking down at the smiling jerk responsible for her ballooning fate as she kept ascending higher and higher, now having reached the upper top floors of the building and reaching the terrace's height, the helium on her now pulling upwards like a literal hot air balloon that was about to be released in the downtown sky-scape, the hose reaching its full length anytime soon...

"Now let's tie this thing up..."

Bob said with an evil smile, before after noticing the strain on the hose getting harder and harder, he quickly sprung into action, Emmie's puffed up face becoming vividly animated at what she so accurately predicted he was about to do, before the woman went into another screaming spree of curses and muffled protests, her eyes growing way wider, her brows frowning in anger and frustration...

"MPHMPHPMHPMHPMHPMHPMHPHHHHHH!!!!!"

She yelled from above, but Bob - like the well oiled revenge machine he was - quickly grabbed the edge of the hose, the tank detaching from the bottom tip and falling to the ground, but before any gas could leak, he put those biceps of steel of his into action, and tied a thick knot at the end of the hose, before quickly letting into go towards his blimp of a girlfriend with a victorious gesture, Emmie's eyes now full of rage as she was fully free and her ascent towards the skies was imminent...

"Farewell, my beautiful hot-air balloon!!!"

The man yelled from below, waving up in ecstasy at Emmie who was now several of tenths of feet up into the skies, her massively swollen body more than 40 feet across as she had been fully inflated into the size of a hot air blimp...

"Fly safe, Emmie!!! And don't be late for dinner! Haaa-ha-ha-ha!!!"

He yelled between laughs, making fun of the huge balloon woman that was now rising higher and higher above the convention center and was soon to be visible for miles and miles across each side of the town. And as the Emmie blimp kept pushing upwards, her mind filled with so much rage as her body was filled with the respective amount of helium too, one word kept mentally echoing behind the bloated latina's muffled panic...

Revenge...

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