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.