u/BellyInfltrBoi

(Most of my stories are purely fantasy, but this is an actual telling of the events that occurred last night during this inflation session. Enjoy! 🤭)

After inflating with the aquarium pump on high for several minutes, I was lying there rubbing my large, tightly inflated belly. It was a pretty typical inflation, but typical was getting boring. Surely I could take even more air, right?

So, I swapped out the pump for my bulb pump, giving me precise control over the air filling up my swollen belly. I squeezed the bulb with force and in rapid succession. 48, 49, 50! My belly was no longer just huge, but pleasingly tight. After rubbing my ballooned belly for a few minutes, I figured there couldn't be any harm in switching back to the aquarium pump for a little bit.

Brrrrrrrrr

The aquarium pump hummed as it forced more air inside of me. After a couple minutes I start moaning from the cramping, which was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable. I stopped the pump and once again rubbed my belly for a while, already in awe at the size. But what if it was bigger? How could I make it bigger without cramping more? I know! Helium 😈

I hastily connected the end of my hose to the nozzle on the helium tank. I depressed the nozzle and helium began to flood my insides so rapidly you could see my belly rise as it expanded in real time. And best of all, no cramping! The helium filled every bit of space left inside of me until it started forcing its way out of my mouth.

Surely my belly was as full as it could physically be at this point. BUT, I had to be sure. I HAD to push myself. I was panting, barely able to take a full breath, but my belly felt fine. I could take more. I HAD to take more.

So back on the aquarium pump I went to top off. I first felt my belly get even tighter than it already was. I could feel and hear the air gurgling through various different spots along my insides. "Stay on the pump for just a little bit longer, you can take it," I encouraged myself. Soon, the gurgling turned to cramps, but I could manage that. I huffed and puffed and moaned and groaned as I pushed myself to stretch beyond my limit. The cramps increased in intensity and soon it became too much to handle. I stopped the pump and looked down. Where there was once a skinny, sunken in tummy was now an absolutely massive ball belly. I had to turn to my side to relieve the pressure off my diaphragm just to take a full breath. I gave my big belly a slap and the sound of a basketball bouncing off the pavement pinged through the room. My belly was so tight that my gut punches didn't even start to make it give way. It was solid as a rock.

I wrapped the measuring tape around myself and found that my skinny 27.5 inch waist had ballooned out to over 34 inches, beating my previous limit by a full inch! There was so much air inside of me that my belly was still slightly round and bloated two and a half hours later, and even into the next day.

I pushed myself to the absolute limit and beyond. Probably even further than I should have.... And I already can't wait to go even further! 35 inches is within reach!

"Hey bro!" you exclaim as you barge into my room.

I quickly try to throw the blanket over myself, but it's a bit too late.

"Oh! Oh fuck. My bad bro. You'd think you'd learn to hang a sock on the doorknob or something!"

That's what you always say. We've been friends for years now, and roommates for over half that time. This is far from the first time you've walked in on me, and each time it feels like less of an accident. I've noticed how you always hold your stare just slightly too long, but I've never said anything.

"And you'd think YOU would learn to knock... 'or something!'" I quip back, laughing at your faux pas.

As you divert your gaze, your eye catches something seemingly out of place. "Wait. Wtf is that?"

"...a pump"

"For, like... an inflatable plug? Or what? Not judging, just... curious."

I shrug, dodging your question. "Come start pumping and find out."

You pause for a moment, pondering if you should.

"I mean, you said it yourself. You're curious, right? What better way to entertain that curiosity?"

You slowly walk over and sit next to me, taking the pump in your hand and giving it a few small pumps.

"I don't get it. Nothing happened?"

"Well you only pumped it like three times." I place the pump back in your hand. "Try being a LITTLE more curious than that."

After a few more pumps, gurgling sounds from my stomach catch your attention. You look down and notice my belly is a bit rounder than normal. "Wait. Am... Am I pumping air into... YOU!?"

"Still curious?" I say giggling.

Your gaze still hasn't deviated from my growing belly. "Actually... Yea. I am."

"Keep pumping then. To your curiosity's desire."

"Can... I feel it?"

I take your free hand and place it on my belly as you continue pumping with the other hand. You feel my belly getting bigger, rounder, and tighter with each pump. You're intrigued, and a little confused. You've never heard of anything like this before, but the bigger I get, the more it turns you on.

As I approach my capacity, I let out a few groans as I struggle to hold in all the air you've pumped into me. You instinctively know to rub my belly to help me grow bigger.

"Give it a few light smacks."

"Holy shit. It's so tight, it sounds like a basketball!"

Completely lost in your fascination, you keep pumping. Harder. Faster. My groans become more frequent as the pressure builds. I look down and notice that my belly is bigger than it's ever been. You've surpassed my capacity, but you're so enthralled I decide to let you keep pumping until I can't take it anymore. My groans turn to whimpers. "Phew. Hold... Hold on bro. I... I need a minute," I confess, panting. You come back to your senses.

I laugh, "I know you're older than me, but I guess I'M the 'BIG' bro now!"

You smile. "You sure are. And I'm going to make you even bigger!"

You start pumping again, even more erratically than before. I can't take much more, the pressure is like nothing I've ever felt before. But I also can't bring myself to make you stop. After another series or groans, grunts, moans, whines, and whimpers, I know what's about to happen.

"Fuck, dude. I can't take anymore. I. I think I'm. I'm gonna...."

*POP* 🎈💥