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It was a big, rambling three bedroom, three bath house. In the center was a huge open area with a vaulted ceiling that contained a living room, kitchen, and dining room. I fell in love with it immediately. But there was no way I could afford the rent by myself. If only I could get some roommates... I thought.

I had planned this all along. There it was below us. The huge vat of swirling, thick, green goo purported to rubberize and expand any material it contacted. In short, it could turn living matter into a balloon.

Of course, that was exactly what I hoped for. Some people have goals. My goal was to become a balloon. Not just any balloon but the biggest balloon of course.

Natalie wasn't the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, but she was a freakishly talented masseuse. Her massages could reduce the most tightly wound person to an almost coma-like state of relaxation. Which is where I was right now. Flat on my back, lying naked on a massage table. Natalie's strong yet supple hands kneaded the last iota of tension out of my head and neck.

Natalie whispered in my right ear, almost apologetically, "All done. Time to get up. Easy, though. Don't move too fast."

He looked at her, she looked at him, the way two people look at each other the first time they realize they love each other. They were like two peas in a pod, two humans in a room, to lovers in a relationship, sharing the same scene as if they were each extensions of the same being. Lying down on their king size bed together they embraced one another. He was naked, she wore a pink thong, their bodies entwined like spaghetti cooking in a pot, and just as hot and steamy.