Title: Silly Non-Prewritten Inflatey Stuff Author: plumbous Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/iY74ynZi First Edit: Wednesday 23rd of July 2014 06:36:30 PM CDT Last Edit: Last edit on: Monday 24th of November 2014 01:49:44 PM CDT You're much too small for my tastes, dear. But we'll fix that soon enough!" >you would respond, except for one thing >your lips are clamped shut by a leather strap around your jaws, holding a metal nozzle between your teeth >you don't know why you agreed to this >maybe you just wanted to test the limits of your cartoon pony body >maybe it was morbid curiosity >or maybe your kinky friend was just too persuasive >your ears perk up at the first high-pitched squeaks of the turning valve >the cool rush of air fills your cheeks comically >you hear your friend giggle and feel her hoof as it playfully pokes your body >the flow finds its way down your throat, not even needing you to swallow >you're grateful that, at least for now, it isn't overwhelmingly fast >you both look down to gauge your progress >sure enough, a small bulge had formed, your stomach looking like it's carrying around a large meal >she prods it and grins as it gives a few millimeters to her hoof "See? I knew you'd look cuter with a little belly on you!" >your cheeks gets hotter, though you're not sure if it's because of they're stretched from the air or if you're actually blushing >she provides a few sensuous rubs along the swollen curve >even at a small size, your stretched skin tingles and shudders at her touch >unable to control yourself, you lean your head back as a muffled moan escapes your throat >your cock prods and rubs against the underside of your taut stomach as it unsheathes >it's tantalizingly out of your reach, your forelegs incapable of stretching that low in your position >but she's not at all oblivious to your enjoyment >a seductive look crosses her face as she slowly returns her grip to the valve >she leans onto you with the joint of her foreleg pressed on your navel >her body weight gently displaces the air to your sides >a few more twists of the valve open up the flow even more "You're moving along perfectly, dear! But let's see how far we can take this, hm?" >fssss   >the mare doesn't waste much time in speeding up your growth >the way her body leans against yours, it wouldn't be long before she could easily lay on top of your belly >you don't know how, but you stretch out far wider and taller than you would expect >you must have gained 50 cm around in your waist's circumference already >and the tank's supply wasn't even close to being empty >wider and wider still, your stomach spills out over your lap and forces you to spread your hindlegs apart >with each passing second it grows out, it grinds against your sensitive nethers >fully erect and throbbing, but the tension alone is the only force able to stimulate you as your cock is lost beneath the massive ball gut >before you even know it, your belly alone isn't even enough to sustain the rapid onslaught of air >it fills out your chest until all you could see was a round expanse of your pastel-colored coat >it causes your neck to thicken until it resembles a tire, burying your lower jaw as it swells beneath your head >you could sense that you were more elevated in your seated position, for each rump cheek had become its own air cushion supporting you from below >you lose function of your limbs and extremities as they stiffen and stick straight out from the pressure >you could swear the upper portion of your limbs were even consuming your hooves >not even your cock and balls are safe as they balloon in kind >a pang of both panic and pleasure surges, making you tremble in wrenching near-orgasm that would cause you to curl your hooves if you could >your body loses balance and tilts back, teetering into a prone position >your heart beats as you realize your shaft lies in her line of sight, creasing your belly's underside with every pulse >you blush hotly, her cheery tone deepening your shame even further "My, my! How you've grown." >she teases you by leaning forward licking the glans, leaving you a moaning mess at her breath's mercy "But you still have quite a ways to go!"