Kinktober 2024 - Air Inflation

Marcy the bull slams the door behind them as he pants heavily. He holds a tall cylindrical tank close to his chest.

"Phew," he sighs heavily. He doesn't think anyone saw him.

He makes his way to his bed quickly before getting rid of all his clothes. He sits on the edge with nothing but underwear and the tank at his side.

Taking another deep breath, Marcy grabs the hose and *jams* it up his butt in one go! He even made sure his underwear had a hole for this.

*'Here goes everything,'* he thinks while grasping the knob.

With a healthy twist, the bull feels a rush of cold air flowing through his backside. He lets out a satisfying moan as he rests his other hand on his belly.

In a few seconds, Marcy can already feel the round bulge forming on his abdomen.

*'Alright. Warm up is over,'* he assures himself before twisting the knob more.

The bull's hooves press deep into the carpet while he grits his teeth. The small beer belly of air quickly grows out into something closer to a beach ball. He lets out a sigh of relief and pleasure as he rubs his own rounding gut.

The tank squeaks as Marcy gives the knob another twist. His spherical belly shoots outward. The bull ends up spreading his legs due to how pronounced that gut is. It lightly bounces on top of his tenting underwear.

Marcy continues his session with occasional twists of the knob. His belly continues to grow unimpeded as if his skin has an unlimited amount of stretch. None of his limbs have been affected at all in fact. It's only his gut that has been inflating, and now it's reaching above his eye level.

"Fuck shit shit shit yesssss...!"

The bull stains his underwear as the pressure and tension make him cum. He pats his own gut with glee, listening to its hollow thumps that's similar to slapping a basketball.

The room is filled with hissing, creaking, and moaning. Marcy holds his belly with both hands, trying to comprehend the sheer *girth* his abdomen has. He can't even wrap his arms around it anymore. His balloon belly nearly hits the ceiling.

*Crrrrrrrrrrrrrrrk... **THUMP.***

Marcy's attention is brought back to reality when he hears something hit the floor. Checking his left side, he finds the tank is no longer there!

"Oh shit!"

The bull reaches down as far as he can. Just as he was about to grab the tank though...

"Whoaaaa," he shouts while falling right on his front! His huge balloon of a gut is just too unwieldy to hold any sort of balance.

Marcy kicks with his legs, trying to get his hooves back on solid ground. It's no good though. He simply can't get himself to roll. Failing that, he tries to pull on the hose. He finds he can grab the part near the nozzle. However, he doesn't have a lot of leverage due to having to reach behind him. Even worse, it's really jammed in there!

"Shitshitshitshit!"

His back hits the ceiling as his belly spreads over everything. Marcy bites his tongue while feeling the sharp corners of his desk press against him. He covers the tank while growing against his bed. Various items fall and crash against the carpet as he inadvertently knocks them over.

***HISSSSSSSSSSS...***

The hollow hissing echoes. Marcy feels the wall to his right starting to rub against his gut. Even more embarrassing, he can't seem to stop himself from cumming despite the predicament he's in.

'Can this get any worse,' he sighs. 'Wait, why do my ears feel like they're going to pop?'

*Shhhhhhhh--**FWOOMP!***

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A set of keys jingles as a bluebird makes his way into the apartment.

"Marcy," he calls out. "You home? I got the--what's that sound?"

*Crrrrrrrk...*

Hearing an ominous creak, the avian follows the sound to its source: Marcy's bedroom.

"Hey, you ok in--**THE FUCK!?**"

He hops back the moment he opens the door to find a huge wall of brown bulging out of the entryway. Marcy quickly found out what happens when something inflating is about to fill up a room that has very little space and pressure left.

The roommate reaches out with a hand to comprehend what is in front of him. He takes another step back after hearing a bovine-like moan.

"Marcy!?"

"Heyyyy," Marcy responds. His belly has filled the entire bedroom with all his stuff pressed up against the walls or the floor. "So I think this could be a good time to explain one of my hobbies..."