Sleeping Bartan Session
By Bartan Tirix

Author's Note: This piece is kind of like a Your Character Here made for... Well, just about anything. Trying a little more story this time around, so if the actions here don't fit your character well, let it pass and continue on.

    The home came in your sight, making your heart beat flutter a little with excitement. Walking to close the distance, you start to wonder if such a thing was actually true. Slightly skeptic about the random advertisement online that nearly seemed like a scam of sorts. Why would some fox sell an evening with her husband? Let alone, why did you buy it?
    But you knew the answer to that, deep down. The furball 'Companion' has been so busy lately that he's been off limits for quite some time. And you knew you needed a little excitement in your life; just a small little change. So you took that plunge, contacted the wife, and made this rearrangement. Paying the first half, and keeping the second half on you until you were finished with him. Getting a near check-list of 'options' for the session, which explained why you decided to drag an air tank halfway across town.
    The thumps in your chest grew louder as you approached the door, seeing the nob start to rotate before you could even knock. Opening the door widely; and there she stood. White, anthro, damn fit too. People sometimes altered their profile pictures to look their best, well, this time the photo did an injustice. Giving you the signal to be silent before motioning you inside. "He's sleeping." The fox stated in a whisper and a sly smirk. "Just as you asked, though there's no telling if he's going to stay asleep through the entire thing."
    You nod, slightly nervously at her confidence towards the situation as Kindle continued. "Just up the stairs, down the hall to the right. I put a DND sign on the door for you; no more distractions." You look up the stairs by her directions, swearing you felt her eyes check you out for a few moments before giving you a chilling whisper. "Have fun~"
    Such a statement nearly made you shiver in excitement as you follow such directions. Wondering how exactly someone paid for this... Freaking mansion. Swearing the hallways were forty feet high, but it didn't matter too much. Spotting a door with a sign on it: Do Not Disturb. DND; this must be it.
    Carefully you open it, creating a blade of light within the darkness. Easily spotting a large bed with a white fluffy body pillow resting on it... Right. The ad did say he was fluffy, another understatement but one that only increased your energy. Quietly stepping inside, feeling the soft carpet flooring and resting the tank+hose just outside the bedding. Listening to the sounds of a deep slumbering beast; resting on his back and legs spread.
    The door closed quietly behind you, leaving you in darkness while you stare at where those plump balls were last seen. Soon getting... A dim light to appear? Not in any specific direction, but definitely enough for you to easily see within the darkness. Picking out nearly every strand of white fur from the feral 'polar bear' as if he were glowing slightly within the black.
    Your chest beat with excitement, as you carefully reach out and place a hand against that underside. Detecting the perfect balance of soft and fluff within that coat with no change in the furball's breaths. Even after your hand starts to slide up and down the coat, reaching inside and discovering just how much of it is actually just that: fur!
    Granted, you plan to change that, even just a little. Carefully taking the hose with a soft end and resting it near the base of that tail. Giving you time to overlook that heavy furred purse; a black stripe dividing what you would assume would be balls. They were honestly so full, they just looked like one heavy water balloon. Even felt like it, as you attempted to lift them up to find that tailhole, needing to put more effort than expected into such a task.
    But you got the hose in position, cupped that heavy pouch with one hand, and searched for that exit within the white forest. Prodding gently and hearing the beast whimper blissfully a few times before you started to find it. Narrowing the gap as it starts to slide inside the rather tight hole quite smoothly. A few more gentle presses and a few tugs to make sure it's nice and secure, and of course: that the subject is still asleep.
    Practically undisturbed. Making you that much more excited as you place a hand on the tank's valve, attempting to mask your breaths with his deep inhales. Attempting to ease the valve slowly, but the last person who used it really made it extra tight. Making you struggle with it for a few moments before feeling it give with a hiss, thickening up that hose quite a bit more than you intended. Causing you to immediately shut it off as Bartan whimpered against the pressure.
    You stay completely still and hold your breath as the furball huffs a few times, slowly returning to his deep rhythm as you once again try the valve. Finding it much easier to control as the hiss starts out rather faint, racing your heart as you nearly see that hose once again increase in girth over that white tail. Sliding into the base of it and into that fluffy body, increasing the bear's breath intake quite steadily.
    Yet, not much in terms of change other than that, making you question if perhaps there was a leak somewhere. But soon you get a sign from that swelling white sheath, arousing the sleeping furball as the tank continuously pumped air into his rear. Taking a few moments to really feel anything as you rub that lower belly, detecting some pressure building up within.
    But it was a bit on the slow side. You're patient, sure, but the furball was still sound asleep. Surely he could take a little more pressure before waking up, yes? The sighting of that red tip convinces you of such a thing as you open the valve a little more, near instantly hearing the slumbering beast suck in a breath as the flow increases.
    Like compressor pulses, that red tool begins to slide out of that protection. Spearing upwards into the slowly rounding belly above it, as your paws continue to rub it. Growing at a steady pace within your touch as a bit of orange leaks out of the bear's tip, a sight and scent you've heard stories of before. However, you're much more interested in that underside; growing rounder and rounder before you. Easily reaching a soccer ball in size.
    But just how large could this furball get? His pants start to grow louder during the tank's progress, and you quietly shut it off for a moment. Swearing he was waking up. Leaving the volume locked in his belly as his breaths begin to calm down, his own paws starting to touch the top of his stomach. Worrying you that he might realize it isn't right...
    Yet, the bear just purrs faintly as he once again falls into a deep sleep. Allowing you to once again open that valve and continue inflating the furball. His purrs deepen as that belly rounds up, that tool slipping out further and releasing beads of pre over itself and the lower end of that swelling underside. Soon looking like the bear swallowed a beachball as he started kneading that furred balloon, encouraging you to do the same to that soft coat. Needing to really press into that belly in order to shift the air within around and about, never noticing just how great of a pillow he would make until now.
    Pants turned into huffs as you start to stroke and rub him gently, trying to keep Bartan asleep and wondering if maybe you should lend that weapon a paw. Though, he does seem to be getting rather excited naturally, the thought occurs: could you possibly get him to climax without even stroking that red tool? Just from swelling him up alone?
    Challenge accepted, as you add a bit more strength to your rubs against that bloating underside. Watching intently as the bear's sides start to take in the abundance of air being pumped into that tailhole. The steady hissing never letting up as his purrs and whimpers begin to fill the room, that belly attempting to as well. Swearing that it was vibrating with the furball's vocals as it grew bigger and bigger.
    Almost a large exercise ball now, and Bartan starts to shift in his sleep. That tool throbbing as it's top-half is being pushed downwards by that bloating underbelly. Sending out orange squirt after orange squirt with every new milestone in size! His whimpers climbing louder and louder as you gently press into that belly, spotting the heavier jolts in reaction to such a thing! Huffs becoming more quickly as those four ears plush and he squirms, that tail sweeping the bed below!
    He's almost there, you convince yourself. Just a few more moments, you can get this before he wakes up! Watching that underside climb up and inflate the bear's chest, letting him grasp and embrace some of that furred balloon as it continues to grow! The squirts are near constant, like a volcano nearly ready to blow! Those large balls you swear have gotten larger, churning the strange seed inside and preparing to likely paint this entire room with it's translucent color!
    However, by the sounds of his vocals, Bartan was starting to awaken! He was so close to a climax- he had to be! Do you risk pausing his progress and stroke him back to sleep? Letting all that buildup become wasted? Or do you risk keep going, in hopes that you can get him to cum just before he awakens? Giving him a proper greeting?
    Then... There was a third option that came to mind: loosen the valve and let him ride the increased pressure to a full on climax! Hoping that his body could handle such a thing; already looking like he was holding the volume of a large refrigerator! Likely unable to reach the floor if he were to be rolled off the bed!
    With a strenuous whine, you had to make a choice! Reaching over for the valve and nearly knocking the tank over in the process! Giving it several twists and hearing the bear whimper in a near growl as his breaths deepened! Inflating that belly steadily within the dark room, turning him into a large fluffy balloon that nearly covered the bed! Soon breathing rapidly after a few stressed whimpers!
    This was it! Watching that throbbing, and now knotted weapon vibrate and let out a near faucet levels of fluids as the 'spout' was being pushed down! Every huff nearly interrupted the previous one as that tool started to thicken up greatly- until one vocal opened loudly in question!
    So damn close! But Bartan couldn't stop it! Giving one last straining whine as he gripped his enormous belly and launched a torrent across the room! Several more following as it splashes against the wall and floor while the beast twists and jerks during such a thing! All while that tank continued to pump more and more air into that rear, bloating his belly within both his grasp and yours as you watch his 'painting job' be taken by a muse!
    Heavy spray after heavy spray, the furball releases it with the power of his squirming body! The constant steady puff of your air tank causing him to continue climaxing for several moments, giving you the realization that he might not stop! His belly starting to groan and creak against its volume as you're slowly pushed off the bed, making the bear's whines grow in pitch with it.
    Bigger and bigger that belly became, eventually pressing up against the nearby tank and knocking it onto the floor. Continuously pumping more and more into the living overstuffed pillow as you nuzzle up against it. Though much more firmer now, still incredibly plush. Bending around your every press, to the point where... You ponder if it could hold your body weight?
    You've taken a lot of chances today, might as well take one more. Standing on top of the bed and pressing against that large balloon, you mount yourself on top of it. Hearing the constant creaks and whimpers from the bear as your body is nearly engulfed in it's coat. It's like resting on a cloud, to the point where you could fall asleep right here and now. While the tank's hiss gives you a steady background noise. While your 'bed' slowly grows larger and larger around you. It's fluff welcoming your very muzzle and embrace, while those white strands tickle underneath your tail.
    You do ponder for a moment what you should do next? Let the pump continue to inflate Bartan until it's completely empty? Until he reaches his limit and bursts; knowing he'll be back to normal by the time you land on top of him? Then give him a rather pleasant surprise at who his slumbering inflator actually is?
    Or do you shut off the valve? Perhaps roll him off the bed and put that bear muzzle to work? Perhaps mount him in another way, or try that unique orange juice yourself? Maybe even remove the hose from the tank's end and attach it to the furball's tool? Stroke him off until he cums again, flooding his own rear with his own seed and making him bigger? Perhaps filling the room? The house with fluff?
    Decisions, decisions. Regardless of what you think of, it can wait a few more minutes. Giving that growing belly a few taps and hearing it echo faintly underneath. Over the sounds of the bear's whines and blissful huffs, there is still time. He's tight, yes, but not Drum tight... Yet. A deep breath and you catch the warm scent of his coat against your muzzle, gripping that fluff with all your embrace as you hear another few torrents fire off into the darkness.

Whatever you decide, it's only the beginning of the evening's session...