Watching a relaxed morning stream at the moment, the unexpected ring of his doorbell made Maxon jump in his seat. The sleepy wolf wasn’t expecting any visitors, and as far as he knew he hadn’t ordered anything recently. As he stood up, Maxon rubbed as much of the sleep from his eyes as he could, although it didn’t help him wake up at all.
	Maxon was a wolf who stood at 5’4” in height, and most of his fur was varying shades of grey. His lower legs, the backs of his thighs, his forearms, stomach, sides, tail, and neck were the darkest shade of all, followed by the tuft of fur on his chest, while the rest of his fur was a light gray color. He had yellow eyes that, normally, were full of energy, but seeing as he had only gotten up twenty or so minutes before, they currently looked quite drowsy.
	When the wolf had made it to the door, he opened it to see nothing at eye level. After taking a moment to look around, he found a package at his feet. It was as wide as it was tall, and came up to about his knees. When he picked it up, he found it to be quite light, and carried it into his house with ease.
	Opening it revealed a black, rubbery object in the box. It seemed very baggy when he picked it up, and inside he found what looked like a pump and a note. The next thing he did was pick up and read the note, to find his friend Synthi had sent the thing to him, with details on what it was. It was a latex suit designed for inflation, and while Maxon normally wasn’t willing to inflate himself by any means, but this seemed like a fun opportunity.
	A few minutes later, Maxon had put the suit on and plugged in the pump. He flipped the switch on the pump and felt a cold rush of air going into the suit. It quickly began puffing outward, and Maxon was able to tell he was sent a very efficient pump. It didn’t take long for his arms to be pushed away from his sides as the suit was filled with more and more air, slowly becoming spherical.
	When the suit was a full-on sphere, Maxon realized a single problem: he had no way to stop the pump on his own. This resulted in some panicked movements that ultimately ended in Maxon falling forward, rolling onto the suit’s inflated front and effectively beaching himself. The suit was still inflating, however, and was starting to bulge around his hands and feet, enveloping his paws at a steady rate.
	Maxon flailed helplessly to what point he could as the latex stretched outward, softly creaking as it went from inflated to overinflated. It seemed sturdy, though, and Maxon didn’t think he was in any danger of the suit popping. He was the size of a small car now, and the pump was still going strong as Maxon could feel the air pressing in on every part of his body. It felt like he was being compressed everywhere up to his neck, and the pressure felt rather nice. The way it seemed everything was pressing on his body was comforting, even, and he found himself smiling as the suit inflated further and further.
	Eventually, the latex was pressing against the walls of the room, and Maxon could feel it by the sudden increase in pressure against his sides. Maxon was still smiling, even somewhat dazed by the feeling of pressure, and when he heard the pump click off, he whimpered a little bit. He couldn’t quite come up with how the pump could’ve turned off, other than by the suit inflating enough to press the switch again. Despite his fun time being cut off early, though, he was still content, and was happy with the way things are. Getting out of the suit was an afterthought, and it seemed he wouldn’t be coming across his mind for a while…