Fiana was left looking like a furry balloon, with the smaller balloons of her breasts separated out like the fingers on a blown up rubber glove. These were brushing against the ceiling. She cried out in response as the release pushed her over the edge, a wordless squeal.<br/><br/>As she rested, utterly limp, she said weakly. "Oh... wow... That was amazing! I feel as if you went and stuck a pin in me right now, I'd pop like a balloon. I assume there's some way to recover from this, otherwise when you pull out, I'm going to flood the entire room. Even now, I very much suspect the bedclothes and mattress are a write off already."