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”…After filling a few dozen balloons, Octavia shifted slightly in place. Sitting directly on the hardwood floor would become uncomfortable soon enough, so she looked around for a pillow to use instead. Her gaze fell upon the medium-sized tank of helium. Octavia blushed slightly as she considered it—obviously, the tank wouldn’t be as soft or comfortable as a cushion, but it would be pleasurable in its own way.
Octavia gave one more furtive glance around the room, before pulling the tank towards her, and lowering her backside onto it. As her hind legs straddled its sides, the cold metal’s touch sent a pleasant shiver up her spine. Octavia rested her full weight on the tank; her derrière’s lean cheeks squished slightly against the tank’s smooth curvature.
Lovely, Octavia thought, shifting her weight slightly atop the canister. Now that I’ve got that sorted, hopefully there’ll be no more distractions.
Back to work she went—once again filling the balloons with helium, and filling the room with creaks, squeaks, and hisses. As she slipped each balloon onto the nozzle, she leaned forward, pressing her petite teats and the bottom of her lithe belly against the steel tank below. Then as she knotted and strung up each balloon, she leaned back, placing her weight again on her posterior. Forward and back, forward and back she leaned—the insides of her haunches brushing against the cold, smooth steel over and over again.”
Part 2 now arrives, along with the story in full, and Octavia’s been hard at work filling up those balloons! Hopefully she’s not too distracted now~
Octavia gave one more furtive glance around the room, before pulling the tank towards her, and lowering her backside onto it. As her hind legs straddled its sides, the cold metal’s touch sent a pleasant shiver up her spine. Octavia rested her full weight on the tank; her derrière’s lean cheeks squished slightly against the tank’s smooth curvature.
Lovely, Octavia thought, shifting her weight slightly atop the canister. Now that I’ve got that sorted, hopefully there’ll be no more distractions.
Back to work she went—once again filling the balloons with helium, and filling the room with creaks, squeaks, and hisses. As she slipped each balloon onto the nozzle, she leaned forward, pressing her petite teats and the bottom of her lithe belly against the steel tank below. Then as she knotted and strung up each balloon, she leaned back, placing her weight again on her posterior. Forward and back, forward and back she leaned—the insides of her haunches brushing against the cold, smooth steel over and over again.”
Part 2 now arrives, along with the story in full, and Octavia’s been hard at work filling up those balloons! Hopefully she’s not too distracted now~
The opposite of this.