Full Colour Commission for patron Selph!

It started with a flat, and an itch. Tyre went about his business, inhaling a volume of air too herculean for any normal creature's lungs, and deposited the air within his bike's monstrous wheel. With one tyre catching his breath, and the other full and pumped for the road ahead, one remained wanting.

Eyes drifting to the nearby service pump, Tyre drummed his belly in thought and then lumbered for the hose. Its metal dented slightly by the hardness of his teeth, ensuring it wouldn't slip out accidentally, and its burgandy length hissed violently like a rubber serpent.

The nozzle flooded the half-giant with pressure, his stomach swelling rapidly and with a vastness that caused nearby patrons to scatter as he let it keep pumping him full of air... beginning his ascent.