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.

Such a greedy little thing, I hope you left some room in there for what I’m about to pump up that tail of yours.

Oh, uhm, I guess this isn’t so bad afterall. I heard it feels great when your belly’s grown so large that it lifts you off the ground. I’ve, I’ve still got all four on the floor, though, see? C-can you put the hose back in, and show me what it’s like?


With this single image, I completely negate everything that I’ve whined about in more than a few of my past journals.

In my usual fashion, I thought about it for a while, and I kinda’ forgot why I disliked oversized and full-body inflation. I mean, there are still aspects that bug me, but it’s mostly to do with people, rather than content.

On a similar note, while I still like the idea of a more reality-bound bun for my stories that may or may not ever actually get written, the fact is that he’s an imaginary character, so there’s no reason to restrict him like that.

Thus I say fuck it, it’s time to have a little more expansive fun with a bun.

We are one, and you shall be wrecked.

Terror

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.

N-no, it’s not on the wrong side. I like being used like… like a blowup doll.

Inflation Session

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’m just a bun who pumps.

ask-felix-the-fennec said:

Could you draw Blaze the Cat with a big inflated belly completely nude (except her shoes) please?

Would you mind filling me right?

When I grow up…

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.

Anonymous said:

Hmm how about lucario being inflated /filled to limits by ditto but still showing he want to fight?

So, uh, didn’t mean to take it quite this far, but uh, here we go. For some reason I thought this was a more requested item…

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.

Q

Anonymous asked:

I remember a while back that on a inflatechan board I remember seeing some art you did with Renards Mayhem and characters being all inflated and popped? I was always curious if you still had those and whether you had more of them?

A

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 -

image

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.

Q

Anonymous asked:

I really like you pack with animations but i would like to ask about one thing what came to my head after seeing that leopard gal. Do you ever think to post pack or something with almost all your unpublished arts or Old stuff? :P

A

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.

Fuuuuuu @.@

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.