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.
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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.
Just inflation, because I enjoy the feeling of being blown up nice and tight.
I have, however, thought a number of times about auctioning off my waist line, where the winner gets to feed me whatever they want to fatten me up as much as they can over a convention weekend or something. It’s a fun idea, but not one that I’ll likely ever do.
Squeeze bulb.
A long while ago I bought an inflatable plug, and being who I am, one day I pumped it up until it popped (yes, while it was inside me, for those who are interested. It was a cheap one, so it wasn’t that hard.) I cut the hose off at the base of the plug, and rounded the sharp edge off the end.
The reason I like it is because it takes one hand to operate, make a delicious *hiss* with every squeeze, and it’s easy to control. I can squeeze the hell out of it and let my belly fill out until it’s tight as a drum, then very slowly and carefully squeeze in just a little more, one small pump at a time, and savor the feeling of everything getting just a little tighter.
– Story time!
My all time favorite pump was an electric bath spa pump we had. It was more powerful than a lot of modern air mattress pumps, which was part of the thrill of using it. I’d kneel down on all fours, hold the inch thick hose in front of my rump, feeling the air bellowing out to let the excitement build, then give it just a brief shove forward. Just one moment with a proper seal and a relaxed tail, my belly would bulge from flat to full in a heartbeat.
Sadly, it was the first pump that I had to convince myself to stop using, because on more than one occasion while using it I had gotten what I call “inflation lust”, or more aptly, “pop lust”, and tried to take more than my body would’ve been able to handle. Thankfully everything always tensed up too much after the first hit to allow a second one, but I’d still try.
Except the last time I’d ever used it. I was determined to get my second round from it, and I’d finally succeeded. The air went in, my gut bulged a little more, probably tighter than it’s ever been, and I almost immediately vomited. I spent the next hour on the bathroom floor writhing in pain, staving off going into shock, but eventually I ‘deflated’ and was fine. It was incredibly lucky that I didn’t actually rupture anything, and I recognized that, so I put the pump away and never touched it again.
The pump I have is really low power, so while it can fill me up, it isn’t strong enough to actually stretch me out. As such, I’ve been able to take twenty or thirty minute showers with it running the entire time without any issues. Aside from those, I can’t recall the longest amount of time I’d spent inflating.
I’ve done a lot of things, but chemical reactions aren’t one of them. To my knowledge there are only two possible outcomes to using such for inflation: unsatisfactory results, or unintentional injury.
