Soon. Gotta get comfortable with it again, then because I’m a dork I wanna get some nice things to wear, then I’ll start looking into showing off a bit.
Sure, I’ve no problems with that ^.^
First one, answered just a short bit ago.
Second, hose up the rump, automatic pump, let the air flow ‘til your belly’s nice ‘n plump. X3
Requests! Use the ask box at the top of the page to submit requests.
I have no real rhyme or reason to the selection process; as of late I just load all the notes up, scroll up and down the page really fast, then point at one at random to work on.
Are we talking perceived size, or physical? I’ve drawn ‘characters’ so large and full (i.e. used a circle template) that I needed to add a zoom-window to show their otherwise invisible faces. However, I’ve also drawn a femboy husky on a 24″x36″ sheet, so his belly, while completely uninflated in the image, was technically the largest belly I’d ever physically drawn.
Secondly, I’ve drawn many characters so close to bursting that they burst, so I’d say that’s the closest.
While many times I’ve over-indulged in various comfort foods, neither the feeling nor size are anywhere near as pleasing as when I inflate, and the amount of time I have to spend on a treadmill working it all off afterward makes it even less appealing.
Nope, I’ve never written a story about a female character because, well, I’m male, and gay, so I have no idea how to write a story from a female perspective. Hell, I don’t even really know sex actually works with a woman. Proper sex, that is, not porn sex where just putting on panties too tight can cause overpowering stimulation.
It’s been a few weeks, I’ve had plenty of time to reflect on the events of that night, and I think I’m ready to start inflating again.
The main idea that I’ve been focused on is simply what the point of inflating is. Why did I put myself in that position, and why did I want so desperately to do it again in spite of how frightened I was last time? What is the ultimate goal? I mean, I got as close to popping as you can without doing any serious damage, so how do you top that?
My answer is that I want to find ways to make the experience more pleasurable. I’ve always been so focused on filling and stretching that I never put any thought into experimenting to see what kind of things one can do to get the most out of the event. What’s more, I’ve proven that taking things slow and steady can push your body to its limit (and slightly beyond), but I’d be willing to bet that there are more interesting ways to make it happen as well, ways that may feel more interesting.
On that note, I’d like to find, or maybe even create someplace to more openly discuss things like this. I know there are plenty of inflation forums around the internet, but most are for sharing pictures and videos, and any serious discussion on the topic is usually limited. I mean, when was the last time anyone on such a forum posted a review for a brand of tubing or a specific line of pumps, or tips beyond the basics for getting the most out of a session?
I never thought it would be so hard to stop.
I can still remember the feeling from a few weeks ago, that pushed me to quit inflating, but I also remember how it felt during that session. How full and tight, the wonder at how much more I could take, and how much I’d taken already, the excitement.
I’m not going to do it again… but, I’ve hit a sort of bargaining stage, like a junkie in rehab. I find myself thinking “Well, maybe, as long as I don’t go that far, it would be alright,” Not to mention that a large part of me does still want to put a nice big bloated bunny belly on display for everyone someday.
It’s such a silly thing to be so drawn to something like this, but yet…
I’ll get over it. I just needed to vent a little.
This is a follow up post to my last, ‘Inflation Session’.
I’m done inflating. It was fun while it lasted, but I’m never doing it again.
Last night, I turned off the computer, and climbed into bed. My stomach still gurgled and churned, recovering from earlier in the day. I laid in bed for an unusually long amount of time, unable to fall asleep. As I lay there, I began to feel like something was wrong. I rolled onto my side, then instantly sat up and clicked on the light. My heart was pounding, my vision slowly returned; I hadn’t noticed it fading in the dark. I gasped for air, and began to shiver.
I sat for a few minutes, waiting for my body to normalize. I checked my fingers and toes for circulation; all systems go. I laid back down, pulled up the covers, and hit the light. I began to shake, shivering uncontrollably despite the thick blanket covering me. I hit the light again, and checked my circulation. My heart was pounding, I felt sick, my breathing was short and labored.
“This is it,” I thought, “you stupid fuck, you finally did it. You’re going to die here, all for some fucking fetish.”
I stared at my hands, my vision fading in and out, shivering, squeezing my fingers with fading strength and watching them turn red.
They were still turning red.
I sighed and forced myself to breathe deep and slow. There was no pain in my abdomen, aside from nausea, and my circulation was fine. I turned to my tablet, and a quick internet search later, it all made sense: dehydration. I had drank barely anything at all yesterday, and what water I had in my system, as I mentioned, poured out of my stomach and through the rest of me without being absorbed.
I stumbled into the kitchen, slowly drank a bottle and a half of water, and within a few minutes I was more or less back to normal, aside from some odd sensations.
Now, you may be wondering why I’m calling quits on inflating if that wasn’t the culprit. The fact is that this isn’t the first time something like this has happened to me. Almost every time I pushed myself while inflating, I had some sort of complication following it that left me in lying in bed that night wondering if I would actually wake up the next morning. It’s not worth it. The few minutes of pleasure that I get from it is not worth the hours of pain and despair that come later, or the possibility that one day I -will- take it too far.
While I didn’t take the pictures that I know you’re all wishing for, I think I’ll write about my recent session while I deflate.
I pulled on my jock strap and leg warmers, because yes I own these things, and inflating always seems to make me really cold. Lubricating my hose with saliva, I knelt down to all four, and gently twisted the tip as I pressed it to my rump. Just a few inches deep, I stood up, plugged in my aquarium pump, and pressed the free end of the hose against the nozzle.
A few gurgles, slightly larger, I began to cramp already. I pulled the hose away, letting my belly adjust, then pressed onward. A few more moments, a bit more growth, another cramp. I tilt the hose this time, creating a small gap for the air to flow out, just slowing down the flow rather than cutting it out altogether. This works perfectly, the cramp fades, and I press full on once again.
My lower belly is fully distended, I can feel the air pushing on through my system, into my lower intestine. My stomach begins to bulge out just above my navel, spreading upward. The slow flow through my gut causes a lot of painful back pressure on my lower region; I tilt the hose again to slow the flow. It works perfectly. I can feel the air spreading further up inside me, while the pressure everywhere else remains unaffected.
I watch in the mirror, amazed how well it’s been working, how much I’ve completely filled my abdomen. My face glows red and warm; the pressure must be pinching my arteries a bit. I tilt the hose a bit more, slowing the flow but not stopping it completely. Despite how full I look and feel, I can still feel the air flowing through me. My skin is pulled so tight around my belly, my abdomen so full, my diaphragm can’t move properly, nor can my ribs fully expand. I can’t help but to grin slightly at the confirmation that overinflation does in fact make it harder to breathe, as I’d always thought.
My belly is bulged, from the bottom of my sternum, to the top of my pelvis. I feel full, too full, I want to stop, about to stop, when I feel it. Like when you pull loose skin too tight, I feel the sensation spreading across my belly. It started not from my lower belly as I always thought it would, but from navel-level. I couldn’t stop now, not when my belly was so close to gracing me with its first stretch marks. I stared so intently, wanting to actually see them form with my own eyes. My flesh was starting to shine from how taught it was, and I continued to hold the hose against the nozzle.
It all happened so fast at that point. The pressure suddenly dropped inside me, I could hear fluid running through my bloated organs. I suddenly became light headed, dropped the hose, unplugged the pump, and knelt down so I wouldn’t faint. I was terrified, up until I released a long, deep belch. I laughed a little too loud when I realized I wasn’t in danger.
I had drank half a bottle of water prior to inflating, to help lubricate my organs. When the air reached my actual stomach, it opened a clear path that let all the water I hadn’t yet absorbed flow through me uninhibited. Because the air had found a nice, new uninflated organ to fill, the pressure had suddenly dropped in the rest of my abdomen, which likely messed with my blood pressure something fierce, explaining the light headed feeling.
Leaving the hose in my rump so the air could flow out at a nice, steady pace, I changed clothes, and began to document the event. Now, it’s done, buuuut I’m still deflating even now. Damn that was a lot of air.
I want to apologize first and foremost; a lot of this may sound like bragging, but I don’t mean it in that way.
A year out from thirty, I’ve started a good career over these past few months, and pending a colossal fuckup, I should be good to go as far as providing for myself. Within the next decade or two, with some careful planning, I’ll be able to go back to working something a bit more modest, with far fewer responsibilities, and enjoy a minor form of retirement. The question that taunts me now is- to what point and purpose?
It’s an odd thing, once you’ve finally gotten yourself covered in terms of how you earn your living, to then try and decide what you want to actually do with your life. I would love to find a husband, settle down in a cozy little house, and just kill time until mine runs out. No greater purpose, no remarkable legacy, just enjoy what life has to offer.
… I sorta’ lost my train of thought here and completely forgot where I was going with this. I guess I’m just looking for input on the matter. That sounds about right.
Sorry to anyone that may be browsing at present. I figure that I’ve started using this place enough that it’s time I find a more appropriate theme.
I would repost them, but they’re found easily enough on e621.net by searching “ Inflation Shark “, or searching my name. Thanks again to whomever it was that colored them, by the way. I don’t know that I ever found that information.
The two images are all that I’d drawn. Well, as far as inflation goes anyway. There was also this last one -

Apparently at the time my two inflation pics were all that existed as far as porn went of them, so I made a more vanilla pinup for the normal folk.
That… that would take more than a bit of time to put together. I assume you mean digital drawings, and those are all meticulously separated by year, month, and day. Good for filing, bad for compiling. This is also not taking into account the fact that, being unfinished / unpublished, they’re all still in .sai format.
It is a nice thought, and I’m not against it, it would just take way too much time to make it happen.
On my front page here now, there are two images. Produced five years apart, if I recall correctly, both received about the same amount of time and effort to produce. Improvement is a hell of a thing.

This one?
I’m amazed anyone remembers it; coincidentally it’s been exactly five years since I scribbled it out, and boy did it not age well o.o;
… after finding the source image that it had been based on, it’s actually not too terrible.
Thanks very much!
I enjoy popping quite a great deal myself, though why I do is something I’ve not spent a whole lot of time pondering; something I’ll remediate at a later date.
As far as being better than most artists… this can be more or less true, depending on to whom specifically we are referring. As of yet I haven’t produced anything unique, just using visuals that I’ve seen from other artists. As such, it’s hard for me to really agree that I’m better than anyone.
Er, thank you though for saying such ^ ^;
I have very mixed feelings with them, and I think it all stems from how folks generally play them. In almost every case that I’ve seen involving pooltoy types, the lack of internal organs seems to be seen as paramount to infinite expandability. In reality such a being would have less give than their pulse-burdened counterparts. When’s the last time you saw an Intex Orca blow up to the size of a bus?
The interesting thing is that they actually do possess properties that are absolutely amazing, yet nobody ever damn touches on them! When fully inflated, and I mean truly full, they are incapable of bending. Further, due to the nature of the material, they can be susceptible to heat stretching. With that in mind, how is there no art or stories of a pooltoy being pumped up to immobility, then teased by mildly heat stretching specific delicious parts? Could you imagine how that would feel!?
So I suppose, to answer the question more directly, I have no problem with pooltoy characters, just with how I’ve seen them played.
Male, Inflation, Violence, Bursting
Lean and fit, mid twenties, he walked along in the night. Something in the road had poked through his bike tire, though thankfully he’d had a patch kit on him. Unfortunately, he didn’t have a means to re-inflate the repaired wheel, and with a few miles yet to go, stopping briefly at a nearby gas station to fill it back up was all he could do, even at this hour.
Dropping the kickstand, he walked to the compressor and popped in a couple of quarters, the machine ticking to life, the hose hissing on its holster. Pulling it free, he yanked it toward his bike, tossing it to the ground as he knelt down to unscrew the wheel cap. Filling the tire until it was solid as a rock, he set the hose down beside him and replaced that cap. A sudden scuff of feet caught his ears, the hissing of the hose suddenly shifting locations, a hand grabbing a tuft of his short hair and yanking on it, pulling his head back.
Forced into his mouth as he shouted a curse, his teeth scraped the rubber hose. His cheeks bulged from the rushing air, the pressure making him gag as it hit the back of his throat. Another shove sent it deeper, the tip painfully scraping his esophagus. His lungs took the brunt of the air, spreading his ribs to their limit before it began to rush to its intended target. The fleshy balloon of his stomach swelled with air, lifting his shirt and exposing his formerly slim belly.
Protruding awkwardly, his upper abs pushed outward around his stomach, the white line between them growing less defined as they spread. A light cracking emanated from his chest, his lower ribs pushed farther apart, his sternum begin forced to flex beyond its ability. His mind repeatedly told him to reach up, to fight, but his hands refused to move away from his sides, afraid of what might happen if his chest lost the added support.
An odd mix of belching crossed with a low whistle escaped his mouth as the pressure hit its utmost within him. His throat bulged, the mass of air flowing back up and out of his mouth. Yanking the hose from him, he was release to fall to the ground, belching and vomiting air as he clutched his taught belly. Tears streamed down his face, he gasped, his engorged stomach lodged against his diaphragm, substantially shortening his breath.
Too distracted with pain, he couldn’t hear the ‘click’ of the pen knife. A firm hand grabbed his belt from behind, pulling his pants tight as the blade slid down the back seam. Rough fingers slid into the cut, and ripped the seat of his pants wide. He tried to stand, to run, but a thick arm caught him in a headlock before he even got to his knees.
The sharp edge of the hose was as forgiving to his rump as it was his mouth. The feeling of the hose being forced deep into him quickly faded as his colon filled, further stretching his taught belly. Sputtering and belching, his bloated internal organs fighting for precious space inside him, he could almost make out the sound of his belt straining over his own wails and pained squeaks.
Scratching his belly, the blade slid between him and the thick leather, slicing it apart, letting his flesh stretch freely once again, if only briefly. Gritting his teeth, he tightened his abs as much as he could to try and contain himself, but his strength was fading all too quickly. Little by little his belly pushed forward, until the last of his strength left him.
Round and tight, his belly looked ready to tear, yet as his muscles gave out, he was granted a small salvation. The hose, being thinner than most objects that had been in his tail in the past, allowed air to flow freely out of him as he relaxed. It wasn’t the most dignified of things, but propriety goes out the window in matters of survival.
Strong and rough as sandpaper, a thick hand slid with the hose between its fingers and firmly cupped his pucker, sealing it closed with an unceremonious squeal. Immediately he felt it, the pressure rapidly increasing inside him. The thin knife cut from a moment ago stung painfully as it spread wide. Choking, the feeling of knives runs up his abdomen, his skin beginning to tear, forming long, red marks.
He wanted struggle, to cry out, anything, but it was all he could do just to breathe, and with every passing moment that became a greater struggle. Despite having his head locked staring straight onward, he could faintly see his grotesquely marred belly slowly creeping into view. So taught was his skin that it glistened in what little light reached here from the road. So large and round it had become, the nerves so damaged that he’d lost feeling.
It was hard for him to fully comprehend what had happened when his body suddenly jolted, in the blink of an eye, and it was no longer there. The arm dropped him to the ground, the dark, crimson puddle splashing about him. Rapidly his mind flickered between trying to comprehend what had just happened, and finding help. Hands rummaged through his pockets, a dark figure hopped onto his bike, and rolled off. Within moments, however, it no longer mattered.
It’s perfectly fine to use specific or personal characters for requests.
Absolutely! While the majority of the time I prefer the inflation to be limited to the character’s belly, I can appreciate the occasional full body inflation, assuming it’s done well. A bit of growth after that, with their form becoming perfectly spherical to show the character hitting an absolute limit is perfect.
Beyond that goes out of my range of interest. I understand that a lot of people that are into inflation are such because they enjoy size, but I’m not among them. Once a character has been shown to have absolutely no give left in their figure, there’s only one proper way for things to go, in my opinion.
Again, I can enjoy a piece outside of this range if it’s done well, but it has to be done really, really well.
Assuming I did this right:
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I lost interest in the series a long while ago.
I played Red when it first came out, tried to get back into it with Black on the 3DS, but it was just too different, and that killed my interest with the games.
I stopped watching the anime series and movies shortly after Mewtwo, and like the games, any attempt to even try to get back into it was thwarted by a completely different cast (yet still the same constant Looney-Toons-esque plot to capture Pikachu, which always annoyed the hell out of me).
With no interest in the games or the show, I have absolutely no basis upon which to build an interest in any of the characters. I could draw Lucario, or I could draw a fox. Lopunny, or a rabbit. Cows, sheep, bulls, wolves, anything worth drawing has a real world counterpart that I could use as a subject just as well.
What it boils down to is that Pokemon was a part of my childhood / early teens. Asking me how I feel about the new characters is like asking someone born in the early 80′s how the feel about the new Ghostbusters.
I’m willing to bet that I already know the answer, but how interested would ya’ll be in seeing all the unfinished flash animations that I’ve started over the years? See, I know that there’s probably no point in even asking, and that I should just post them, but the thing is that most, if not all of these animations will never see completion; if I’d intended on finishing them, I’d do so and post the final product.
With that in mind, would everyone still be willing to see what -could- have been?

I… they don’t…
Hmm…
Alright, I have to hijack this question and propose one of my own. What determines what is canon for a character, particularly with a personal character?
I’ve drawn my character multiple times with vastly swollen balls, but always just for fun, or to visually represent how I feel when I’m pent up. I never intended to imply that his balls are able to grow in any way, canonically speaking, but because of my own doing, he actually does appear to have expandable genitals.
While my answer is that they don’t grow at all, that they’re just fictional drawings, what does that really mean when the person in question exists only in fiction? Are those pictures canon, simply because they exist? Or can I just say that they don’t actually apply, and that’s all there is to it?
Fun fact: Drake is no more inflatable than the average person.
I always depict him as being a little pudgy to imply that his belly has lots of loose skin so he can swell a little larger than someone else of his size, but he still has very realistic limits on how big he can actually become before something ruptures.
I’ve also almost never held him to that standard. I’ve abused the fact that he’s fictional and allowed him to appear as inflatable as a balloon. So which is canon? Do I no longer have control over my own character, simply because of a handful of drawings? Or are those drawings fake, like photoshopped nudes of celebrities?
Sorry for, uhm, complicating a question that probably should have ended up in delicious porn.
Ummm… Pikachu is cute. That’s, that’s about as far as my interest goes there.

They’re absolutely delicious!
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Unless you’re the one that’s that pent up.
Please let me empty them…
I always keep them open.
Just making a new post to make it visible again.
If you have a comment or request, drop me a message, and I’ll see what I can do. I may not get to it right away, in a timely manner, or at all, but feel free to drop one anyway and see if something comes of it. I mean, shit, one was turned into a full on animation, so ~
Absolutely. Right at the moment, though, my mind is stuck on guys, so I can’t really come up with female poses ‘n stuff. Lemme know if you were thinking of anything specific and I’ll see what I can do, otherwise we can just wait ‘til my mood swings back over to women.
I’ll make an image reply for this eventually with Renamon, as implied, but I wanted to say first up that, if folks would like, I’ve no problem remaking all of those, as well as making more for any other suggested characters. Breast tightening / bursting is a vastly under-produced subject.
On that note as well, I’ve been drawing for quite a while, and make, I feel, pretty large improvements every year. So if there is anything from my earlier works that anyone thinks deserves to be updated, just ask.
Not anytime soon, no. I want to make sure to put out something worth watching. This means spending a lot of time working on my core for now, getting it nice, trim, and lean, followed eventually by a lot of pump training, so that I can actually get a sizable bulge that’ll be sure to please.
Nope, can’t say that I do. When I inflate, it’s always for sexual gratification, and once I’ve cum and my mind is clear, I’m just left with a painfully tight belly. It’s like getting drunk, with the deflation being the hangover; the last thing I want to do is go for another round.
Always wanted to, but I’ve heard that it’s not actually all that great of a feeling, and the cream just makes it really messy. I still want to give it a shot someday though, just to see for myself.