Anyone out there live ‘round Baltimore or DC? I figure it’s time I start making some friends in the area so I stop hiding in my apartment every weekend.
First, Discord: DrakeMOhkami#8785 - I figure it’s time to start using these new messaging programs that all the kids chat with these days.
Second, something that is oddly common in requests: please try to use an actual size relative term when referring to size. There have been a ton of requests for characters at or near ‘bursting size’ that I genuinely have no idea what to do with.
For better or for worse, it has absolutely shaped my style. I straight up cannot draw a character anymore without drawing their entire anatomy, even it it’s a full body inflation pic; gotta make sure everything is placed, shaped, and rendered as accurate as possible. The sad part is that I do things that way for accuracy, and yet I still fuck things up in virtually every image x_x
I first started drawing around 2000 / 2001, so compared to a lot of the better artists out there I’m actually still pretty new ^.^;
I fucked up with the link for the archive thing. This one should work.
https://mega.nz/#!jhJClQAK!DHfquJBcPQBJg6hiKuC5renGU-9k5gUz-LBO7rAiRUg
Oh right, been meaning to re-upload that. This should work, I think -
Yes.
Odd; I don’t believe I ever publicly posted those, outside of sending them to the person who commissioned them.
I know VictoriaViper was working on one, stopped for a long while, then the project was ultimately taken over and finished by someone else. I recall seeing another at some point that was started and never finished as well; for whatever reason it keeps being attributed to me. It’s like the Naruto hentai pics; I’ve no idea where the hell they came from or why people attribute it to me, so I just ignore it.
I’m in the mood to be super productive. I think I’ll have a stream marathon this weekend. Details to follow should the mood persist; presently expected to begin Friday afternoon / evening.
>> Guilmon
>> No Pop
ಠ_ಠ
Well, if you search for ‘inflation’ or ‘belly inflation’, more than a few come up. I don’t really know of any that are secret / private, and if I did, it wouldn’t really be for me to share their pages.
Gonna finish packing, and with a little luck in traffic, I’ll be in Pittsburgh just a touch past noon tomorrow. See ya’ll there!
Oh right, that was a thing. I’ll get around to finishing it eventually, don’t worry about it.
Honestly, there’s a part of me that actually still wants to finish up that animation someday. That being said, though, if other artists wanted to work on it as well, I would have absolutely no problems turning the project into a collaboration.
If all goes according to plan, and I’ve no reason to suspect otherwise, I’ll be there sometime Saturday ‘til sometime on Sunday.
Drake Magnus Ohkami
Drake - Just sounded like a cool name to have.
Magnus - A name my cousins used for their Diablo characters. I liked how it sounded, so I stole it. Found out later it means ‘great’ in latin, so I was happy to have stolen it.
Ohkami - I was a pre-teen weeaboo, and knew that something to that effect meant ‘wolf’ in japanese. Found a manga in a bookstore by Mineko Ohkami, said to myself “Hey, this is from Japan, so that has to be the correct spelling,” and stole it.
Fast forward over a decade, I know that Ohkami is supposed to be Ookami, but it’s now irrelevant because my character is a rabbit. So while it all used to have meaning and purpose, now it’s just a name that I happen to have.
Mrf, so that generic cheap little plastic yellow bellow pump? Turns out, that thing is actually highly effective. I was just teasing myself with it a bit before taking it a tad further, and just a few full pumps gave me a really good filling.
So, in my possession I now have an aquarium pump, a ball pump, a squeeze pump, and a bellow / foot pump. I think I may start writing reviews for pumps and other related items, from a belly inflation perspective. If anyone has any suggestions for pumps or other equipment to test, let me know.
I do not, actually. To me, watching someone else do it is kinda’ boring. I’ve seen a couple people who were pretty decent (primarily through tumblr here, you know who you are), but if I’m going to watch a real person inflate, I’d rather that person were me so I could feel it. Otherwise, I mean, people just aren’t super stretchy balloons, so watching them inflate, or seeing pictures just isn’t all that interesting.
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.