I flopped down into the cell with a squeak. The padded room hardly seemed necessary.. I'm naturally an airbag, after all. I squirmed in the straight jacket, squeaking more as I wiggled. Too big, they said. Too big, as if there was such a thing. How do you tell an inflatable he can't inflate? They say I'm mad, but not inflating is the true madness! Yess... they just needed to learn. Not like I can help it anyway. I could already feel it starting. That slow hiss of air into my squeaky body. The sensation is almost impossible to describe unless you feel it for yourself; it's a rush like no other, feeling yourself stretch, swell, grow...

I started to giggle as the jacket got tighter on me. My arms were pinned in place before long, puffing up just like the rest of me. Put me in a cell, will they, we'll see about that. Then it started to hit me for real. Not just size, but pressure.. the air building up inside, pushing out against my restraints, the heavy canvas garment starting to creak and strain as more gas filled me, flowing in from the room, making me firm all over. I sat up, leaning against the wall and feeling it slide against my back as my legs puffed me higher. The tight belt around my waist dug in to me, but I didn't care, I knew I could win in the end. They can't make me stay small. Never. I want none of their insanity.

Another pop of a seam somewhere. Every second made me feel better all over. The belt was digging deep, but I could feel it starting to give, the metal bending as my inflating belly pushed on it harder, harder, until finally I felt it snap, a resounding FWOOMPH filling the room as I got rounder, slowly tearing the teeth of the zipper as I puffed bigger. My ears and hair were being pushed flat by the ceiling, but I didn't care, nothing was going to hold me. More I swelled, letting go of all of my restraint, pressure inside rising higher, every PSI I added just made me want more, every creak and pop of a stitch just made me crave it all the more.

Another snap, another seam. The side of the jacket started to split, letting more of my massive belly out. I started making fists, my paws pumped so hard now that I could feel the canvas around them losing its integrity. I could only laugh as I pumped more, inflating bigger, tighter. Those fools thought some silly jacket could contain me, and it was time for them to see their mistake.

Thoughts left my head, replaced only with the wonderful symphony of sensations as my squeaky self finally burst completely free of my bonds, my shiny body more firm than I'd ever felt it, and still swelling. And swelling. I wasn't sure I even knew how to stop at this point, but I was quite sure I didn't want to.

"Microphobiac", they had labeled me. I grinned as my swelling body pressed harder against the walls of the padded room. They were soon going to see the true meaning of that word. >:3

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Hehehe! X3 New badge by the always squeaky emperor  jacfox, one of his insanity-themed badges for MFF. I love how this came out! Poor toasty, he's really the victim here, all that overinflation has made him a little nuts. It's not his fault he's afraid of being small! ;D

High pressure pooltoys <3

Also, I think "microphobiac" is my new favorite word, even though technically microphobia is the fear of small objects. I choose to believe it means the fear of being too small ;D

Little story received little editing, so I'm sorry if it's terrible. Just felt inspired after watching this drawn in stream. ^^