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Stuck setting up a party early in the morning, Thresh bets Ceros that he can handle the rest of the helium in the tank.
Setting up for a birthday party at eight in the morning was not something that Ceros had ever wanted to do, nevertheless it was, apparently, something that he had agreed to. The perpetually tired pastel-colored eastern dragon had made it a personal rule to never be awake before ten at the earliest, yet here he was, pushing a cart full of folding chairs around tables that were thankfully set in an all-too-large ballroom. He couldn’t even remember the name of the person whose birthday it supposedly was, for all he knew, they didn’t exist and his friends had taken advantage of his poor memory to prank him.
And considering the person that he was stuck doing it with, it wasn’t unlikely.
Thresh. It was hard to really call him a friend…or anything that wasn’t a nuisance, really. The green-haired, wide-eyed shark seemed to just show up at places that he wanted to, with zero care or concern about who or what he was interrupting. Everyone in their friend group had a story about finding him somewhere in their apartment without permission, but it wasn’t exactly easy to remove him. Thresh was seven foot two, and didn’t need to be particularly beefy in order to be hard to move. That combined with his tendency to be touchy-feely, and one eventually just decided to begrudgingly accept the bogeyman as a part of their lives. He wasn’t the worst company to have around, even if he was just…so weird, all the time.
Assigning him to inflating the balloons was a mistake. He’d managed the first couple, sure, filling them up to an appropriate size and tying them off to strings, but past that, he’d been purposefully wasting them. Either letting them get too big, digging his sharp, lime-green claws too hard into the stretching rubber, or just tying them off and letting them float up toward the ostentatious chandelier, no matter what, they all ended up popping. His too-wide grin got bigger and bigger with each one that he burst, delighting in watching the multicolored scraps rain around him, making a mess that he had no intentions to clean. The senseless waste of balloons, and the much more expensive helium, did not register in the slightest, eclipsed by his own personal glee at the loud BANG each time he burst another.
After the thirtysomethingth pop, Ceros couldn’t take another, his normally immense patience worn away. “Can you please stop?” Letting go of the cart, he turns to face Thresh, who was in the middle of raising his hand over a balloon that was still hooked up to the tank, fixing his wild-eyes gaze on the dragon as he brought it down anyway, red scraps fluttering to the ground. “At least trade with me…”
“But it’s fuuuuuuuuuuuun!” Cackling, Thresh drops the hose before closing the distance between them all too quickly, knocking over a few of the chairs that Ceros had set up with his thick tail. Someone fortunate enough to not be acquainted with the weirdo might have been intimidated by being only a few inches away from a hulking shark that was craning his neck to look down at them, baring his large, pointed teeth like a wild animal, but enough experience handling him led to it being a mere annoyance. “Oh hey, you know that smoke stuff you breathe?”
“My…mist-”
“Yeah that shit! Cmon, you gotta do it into some of the balloons!” Never one to ask permission, Thresh grabs Ceros’ arm, dragging him toward the oversized helium tank that…well, someone who wasn’t either of them had bought. “I’ll pop them during the party and everyone’ll fall asleep! I guess I would too but whatever, it’ll be fun!”
“...Are you just like, incapable of not being a pest…?” Feeling uncharacteristically snippy thanks to the early morning, Ceros grumbles, glaring at the helium tank and attempting to will it out of existence. Despite the amount that Thresh had wasted, it was still over three-quarters full.
“It’s not my fault that someone decided to buy cheap balloons, you know.” Bending over to quickly snatch another out of the pack, Thresh punctured it with his green-clawed thumb before he even had the chance to hook it up, violently shaking it to get it to fly off, ending up smacking Ceros in the face with it. “I mean, they barely fill up at all before they burst! What’s even the point of popping them if they can't even handle a little overinflation?”
“I’m not the one who bought this stuff…” Gingerly peeling the destroyed balloon off of his muzzle, Ceros glowers up at the shark. “And you aren’t supposed to pop-”
“Whatever! My point is they’re tiny and stupid!” Exasperated at the lack of quality goods, Thresh bangs his fist on the tank, the dull thudding echoing around the hollow space within. “I’d be a way better balloon than these flimsy things.”
“...Oh would you now…” Ceros mumbles, pressing his palms against his closed eyes as he holds back a long sigh of frustration.
“Yup!” Either not knowing or just not caring of his ‘friends’ frustration, Thresh proudly holds up the hose, pinching the metal nozzle between his thumb and index fingers. “I could handle the rest of the tank!”
“No you couldn’t.”
“Yes I could.”
Letting his hands fall back to his sides, Ceros glances at the tank, the thing damn near the size of one of the tables he had been setting chairs at. Weighing how much he actually cared about properly getting this place ready, he meets Thresh’s wide green eyes, staring down at him with a toothy grin, expectant.
“...Fifty bucks.”
“A hundred.”
“Deal.”
Ten minutes later, they’d pushed the tables in the center of the floor away to clear a large enough space for their bet to be done, and Thresh had shoved the hose deep in his rear to prevent it from coming out, bouncing up and down in the middle of the space with a terrifying glee for someone about to get helium pumped up their ass.
“You know the helium is like…compressed in here, right?” Tapping a claw against the top of the tank, Ceros draws Thresh’s attention, snapping his head in the eastern dragon's direction. “There's…I dunno, a lot in there I think.”
“OBVIOUSLY I know that, Ceros!” Thresh snarls. “What, you just trying to scare me into chickening out? Well it’s NOT GONNA HAPPEN!”
“I’m just saying…you might pop…”
“Even if I did—which I WON’T–it’d be fine!” Sweeping away a few shreds from the balloons that he’d popped earlier with his green-striped tail, Thresh rests his hands on his hips. “You’d just gather my scraps and take me to get reformed!”
“...”
“Alright fine, SOMEONE would probably take me to get reformed eventually, happy?”
“Clearly not as much as you…” Sighing, Ceros reaches for the valve that the hose was connected to, he rests his hand on it, looking back up toward the Thresh, who looked about ready to explode given how much he was shaking. “So like, you’re sure you wanna-”
“TURN ON THE DAMN HOSE ALREADY!”
Just as tired of Thresh’s impatience as the shark was with his hesitance, Ceros turned the knob as far as it could go, stopping only when there was too much resistance for him to push any further.
The effect it had on Thresh’s body was immediate, as a result. There was no buildup of waiting for the helium to fill all of the space it could before slowly forcing his belly to stretch, it all happened in a single second, cool helium pushing up his ass, his stomach ballooning to the size of a basketball. Despite the frightening speed of his inflation, the shark’s grin only widened as he roughly grabbed his belly with both hands, digging his claws into his skin in a way that would have burst him already if it weren't for the tough scales. He giggles as the flesh bulges out between his fingers, belly already too wide for him to wrap his arms around. “Finally! God, could you have gone any slower?”
“Sorry for not being as excited about this as you are…” Yawning, Ceros snatches up a chair with his long, flowy tail, pulling it toward him and taking a seat to watch Thresh inflate from next to the tank. Even with the shark already having to widen his stance as the helium began to push into his thighs, causing them to rub up against one another, it was advisable to stay as far away as possible from him at all times. He didn’t trust his ‘friend’ not to get some stupid idea and try something…stupider than this entire thing already was, anyway.
Clearly, Thresh was having the time of his life, running his claws over his rapidly inflating midsection while he still had the mobility in his arms to do so. His belly was dominating his entire body, grey flesh stretching outward without any signs of losing elasticity, pushing out a good five feet from the rest of him. Though, as if not wanting to be outdone, the rest of his body began to swell, too, pectorals pushing outward into pillow sized mounds, joining the greater swell of his midsection. His ass began to swallow up more and more of the length of the hose as it jutted out, both cheeks swelling to the size of beach balls in seconds, lifting his thick, heavy tail up, the caudal fin dangling a few inches off of the ground. Even his back hadn’t been spared from being filled with the gas, filling out, his torso rapidly becoming spherical.
“Hey, Cer–Heehehehe–no no, wait-” Cackling again, Thresh was easily distracted from whatever he was trying to say by the higher pitch to his voice as a result of the helium stretching him out. “-Okay, sorry, ahem. You should come over here and gimme a kiss, dude!” The inflated shark took a wide step toward Ceros, forced to swing his entire body to move forward at all. His limbs had all but become useless, inflated tubes, resting against the curve of his body, severely restricting his diminishing mobility.
“...yeah I'm…not gonna fall for that.” Making out with Thresh when he wasn’t the size of a car was already unappealing enough, Ceros had had the shark's long, green tongue down his throat more times than anyone should. “That’d be cheating, anyway…all the helium has to stay in you.”
“Wow, you’re NO fun, are you?” Thresh sticks out his tongue, struggling to keep eye contact with the tired dragon as his neck swelled into an inner tube that pushed his chin upward, joining his puffed-out cheeks in restraining him from even being able to look around. He found that he couldn’t take another step, either, his feet taken off the ground by the bottom of his swollen body, the attempted motion just leaving him rocking back and forth. All movement robbed from him aside of what little wiggling his arms and legs could manage, he was stuck in place, feeling the helium continue to rush up his ass, stretching him further. His midsection had swelled into a massive grey balloon, ten feet wide and getting bigger, still too heavy to lift off the ground. His chest had swollen further, jutting out from the curve of his body, tits big enough for someone to curl up on, beginning to be a further obstruction to his limited vision. His limbs had swollen beyond recognition, the dark green striped stretched across their surface, hands and feet slowly sinking within them. Even his tail had suffered, the thick, bloated appendage sunken into his body up to the dorsal fin, which refused to be swallowed up, digging into his bloated back. Still confident in his abilities to stretch, Thresh purrs. “Anyway, this is EASY, I could do it all day.
“Well, that's good, cuz the tanks not even halfway empty.”
For just a moment, Thresh’s toothy grin faltered, long ears pinned back while he processed the news…but, he wasn't going to be beaten by some tiny helium tank! And he sure as hell wasn’t going to lose the bet! “Hah! Well I could take two more of these! This is barely gonna be a stretch!”
“Uh huh…” They’d fully lost eye contact by that point, Thresh’s chest had swollen enough to entirely cut off his view from the ground, and his puffy cheeks kept him looking straight ahead. Truth be told, he was beginning to feel a bit of pressure, not that he would ever admit that outloud (or to himself).. His hide still had plenty of give left, but the speed at which he was swelling was testing how fast his body could stretch, especially with nowhere else to send the helium. His midsection continued to take the brunt of the expansion, pushing out and up inch by inch, another foot added to his width every thirty seconds or so. At around fifteen feet across, the helium finally won out against his considerable weight, the very bottom of his rounded belly gently rising off of the ground.
Ceros took that as his queue that it was, finally, safe to get closer, standing up and grabbing the handle on the tank. Thankfully, it had wheels, there was no way in hell he’d be able to move it otherwise, slowly pushing it to the center of the clearing, underneath the swollen grey balloon. Thresh slowly rose into the air, casting a massive, round shadow down below. The hose kept him from rising until he met the domed ceiling, only allowing him to rise ten feet before it ran out of length. With how deep he’d shoved the nozzle up his closet-sized ass, it was at no risk of coming out–which was GOOD–leaving him no choice but to continue being pumped up.
“Getting pretty big there, Thresh…” Taking the rare opportunity to get one over the menace, Ceros tugs on the hose. Thresh bobs up and down as a result, his swollen grey side gently knocking into a nearby chandelier. Hilariously, the shark let out a squeaky groan from the motion, swaying from side to side as he passed seventeen feet. “...maybe after this, we can see if anyone’s looking for advertising space.”
“Shut…the fuck up…” Growling, Thresh was finding it had begun to get harder to get his words out, the growing pressure making it hard for him to think properly. His fingers angrily twitched, palms already sunken into what were once his arms, the biggest motion he could even manage by that point. A low crrrrrrrrreaaaaaaak emanated from deep within his swollen middle, barely audible to Ceros, but much louder to the green-striped blimp, pupils shrinking as he realized that his skin's natural elasticity was beginning to wear thin. He couldn’t let the dragon know that, though, managing to keep talking over his body's protests to the way it was being treated. “I’m gonna…win this bet…”
“Sure…oh hey, is this meter supposed to be getting into the red zone?” Ceros squints at the second gauge on the tank, measuring pressure, the needle moving dangerously to the right.
“I-It’s…” Voice faltering as another wave of pressure crawled over his stretched skin, Thresh didn’t even have the strength to cackle at the high pitched squeak he involuntarily let out. The pressure worsened every second of his continued inflation, radiating from deep inside all the way out to his thinning hide. Uncaring of his plight, the tank continued to do its job, pumping him bigger inch by inch. His ass nearly swallowed the entire length of the hose, about as big as he had been right before he lifted off the ground. His chest entirely dominated his vision, the creaking grey hide the only thing that he could see. He was twenty three feet across; doubt was beginning to creep up in his mind over whether he actually could handle the entire tank or not.
As if his rapidly increasing width wasn’t bad enough, the small points of increased pressure were really driving him up the wall. His hands and feet were sunken in up to his green claws, which were left firmly poking against his bloated wrists and ankles. Normally, they didn’t bother him thanks to the tough scales protecting him, but with his flesh stretched as thin as it was, they felt like razor-sharp spikes constantly poking against him. And his skin was so sensitive too that the occasional twitch of a buried finger left him squeakily moaning from the spike of pressure. Worse still, the dorsal fin on his puffed up tail was digging into his back as it grew over it, threatening to pop him with each sway of his rumbling body.
After a particularly loud crrrrrrrrrrrrrrk, Ceros spoke up. “So…if you do end up popping, how am I gonna get my money…?”
“Keep your…fucking mouth…shut…” Thresh pants, struggling to be heard over the groaning and creaking that steadily increased in both volume and frequency.
“Well I think it’s a fair question…do I just like, go find your wallet or-”
“I-I’m WARNING you…!”
There was little bite behind the vague threat, Thresh was too focused on the overwhelming pressure. It dominated his entire body, his stretched flesh visibly rumbling from the sheer intensity of the task of holding back all of that helium. Somehow, the feeling was confusing, too, the deep soreness rising to a point where it was pleasurable, making him involuntarily squirm, the motions causing further spikes in pressure that only intensified the feelings.
Despite that small win, things were getting dire. The shark-balloon was reaching the limits of how far he could stretch, and the noises coming from his overinflated middle were reaching a crescendo. Loud for Ceros, yes, but deafening for Thresh, who felt like he couldn’t possibly get any bigger, and yet he was forced to anyway. His elasticity giving out wasn’t bad enough, apparently, as his sides had begun to press up against the surrounding chandeliers, the pointy strings of gems dangling off of them pressing against his thin flesh, making him acutely aware of just how fragile he was now.
Crrrreaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkk…
“C-Ceros…I…I’m gon…” It was too late to get words out, unable to speak loud enough to be heard over his body's final protests. The tank, though struggling, was determined to push the last of the helium into him. Thresh cast a massive shadow over the ballroom floor, firmly pressed up against the chandeliers. His grey skin was so tight, even the gentle breeze from the air vents felt like torture. Squeezing his eyes shut, the balloon waited for his stretched hide to finally give out, the pressure reaching its peak…
Click
All at once, the intense tightness stopped growing, the sound of the tank’s pumps groaning now gone as it clicked off, all of the helium having been deposited into the living balloon. Thresh shakily exhaled, shallow and squeaky, feeling like too long of a breath would actually burst him. The pressure didn’t lessen any, the occasional little spike leaving him squeaking, but he wasn’t going to pop.
Thresh was nearly unrecognizable, the only telltale signs that it was him being the stretched-out green stripes on his bed-sized innertubes of arms and legs. The quaking balloon was thirty feet wide and dominating the center of the room, so overinflated that his belly was slightly translucent, the light from the chandeliers he was rudely pushing aside just barely visible looking through his taut hide. The only parts of him that stuck out from his spherical midsection, aside from his useless arms and legs, were his globular ass and puffy chest. The former would have been big enough to crush a pickup truck underneath it if it weren't filled with helium, and the latter entirely hid his head behind it, the only thing that he could see stretched, trembling flesh. Even his stubborn tail had been consumed by his spherical torso, only the caudal fin left barely poking out. He was bigger than some people's entire houses, rivaling blimps…but none of that mattered, because he won the bet.
“T-Told you…I could…do it…” Thresh manages, having to yell to be heard over the loud grrrrooaaaaaaaaaannnn’s and crreeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakking, ignoring the state that he’d be left in so he could gloat. “Pay up…hundred bucks.”
“Huh…fine, deal’s a deal…” Somewhere far beyond the shark's vision, Ceros grumbles as he picks up his phone from the table nearby, tapping away until he’d transferred over the amount that he owed to Thresh. “There, sent it.”
“Good, now…help deflate me.” Grinning at his victory, Thresh wiggles his fingers, trying in vain to try and get his claws to stop digging into his weak hide, only causing him to groan from the small spikes of pressure.
There was a brief pause before the eastern dragon's reply came. “Nah.”
“The fuck…do you mean ‘nah’?”
“I mean that you used all of the helium, genius.” Ceros thumps the back of his hand against Thresh’s trembling hide, the resulting hollow thud leaving the shark shivering. “Don’t have any to inflate the rest of the balloons…and you did say you would be a better one anyway, so…”
“Y-you can’t just…leave me like this!” Growling, Thresh ignores the painfully obvious fact that, yes, Ceros could, and he had zero way to stop him when he was the size of a small building.
“Well, I’m sure that…uh, whoever this party is for will appreciate seeing you inflated and helpless to torment us.” Shrugging, Ceros glances down at his phone again, then at the rest of the space around them…yeah sure, it was set up enough. “Might make a good gift too, I dunno. Anyway, I’m gonna head out and take a nap, don’t go anywhere. Party starts at 8 tonight.”
“CEROS, I’M GONNA DESTROY-” The threat was interrupted by a particularly loud creaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak, leaving Thresh panting for breath as Ceros walked out on him, the door slamming shut. Without any motion in the room beyond the gentle bobbing of the massive balloon, the lights, connected to a sensor, shut off after a few minutes, leaving him plunged in darkness, stuck waiting for everyone to get there and humiliate him all night long. Oh, Ceros would pay all right…When Thresh deflated in a couple of months.
Well, I decided to try my hand at inflation this time, seeing as I'd never written any before (or uploaded any, at least). Couldn't think of who should be inflated, then I remembered the shark character I'd been gifted like a year ago and hadn't done anything with, so here he is!
Hope you enjoyed reading, and as always, let me know what you thought if you want to!
Setting up for a birthday party at eight in the morning was not something that Ceros had ever wanted to do, nevertheless it was, apparently, something that he had agreed to. The perpetually tired pastel-colored eastern dragon had made it a personal rule to never be awake before ten at the earliest, yet here he was, pushing a cart full of folding chairs around tables that were thankfully set in an all-too-large ballroom. He couldn’t even remember the name of the person whose birthday it supposedly was, for all he knew, they didn’t exist and his friends had taken advantage of his poor memory to prank him.
And considering the person that he was stuck doing it with, it wasn’t unlikely.
Thresh. It was hard to really call him a friend…or anything that wasn’t a nuisance, really. The green-haired, wide-eyed shark seemed to just show up at places that he wanted to, with zero care or concern about who or what he was interrupting. Everyone in their friend group had a story about finding him somewhere in their apartment without permission, but it wasn’t exactly easy to remove him. Thresh was seven foot two, and didn’t need to be particularly beefy in order to be hard to move. That combined with his tendency to be touchy-feely, and one eventually just decided to begrudgingly accept the bogeyman as a part of their lives. He wasn’t the worst company to have around, even if he was just…so weird, all the time.
Assigning him to inflating the balloons was a mistake. He’d managed the first couple, sure, filling them up to an appropriate size and tying them off to strings, but past that, he’d been purposefully wasting them. Either letting them get too big, digging his sharp, lime-green claws too hard into the stretching rubber, or just tying them off and letting them float up toward the ostentatious chandelier, no matter what, they all ended up popping. His too-wide grin got bigger and bigger with each one that he burst, delighting in watching the multicolored scraps rain around him, making a mess that he had no intentions to clean. The senseless waste of balloons, and the much more expensive helium, did not register in the slightest, eclipsed by his own personal glee at the loud BANG each time he burst another.
After the thirtysomethingth pop, Ceros couldn’t take another, his normally immense patience worn away. “Can you please stop?” Letting go of the cart, he turns to face Thresh, who was in the middle of raising his hand over a balloon that was still hooked up to the tank, fixing his wild-eyes gaze on the dragon as he brought it down anyway, red scraps fluttering to the ground. “At least trade with me…”
“But it’s fuuuuuuuuuuuun!” Cackling, Thresh drops the hose before closing the distance between them all too quickly, knocking over a few of the chairs that Ceros had set up with his thick tail. Someone fortunate enough to not be acquainted with the weirdo might have been intimidated by being only a few inches away from a hulking shark that was craning his neck to look down at them, baring his large, pointed teeth like a wild animal, but enough experience handling him led to it being a mere annoyance. “Oh hey, you know that smoke stuff you breathe?”
“My…mist-”
“Yeah that shit! Cmon, you gotta do it into some of the balloons!” Never one to ask permission, Thresh grabs Ceros’ arm, dragging him toward the oversized helium tank that…well, someone who wasn’t either of them had bought. “I’ll pop them during the party and everyone’ll fall asleep! I guess I would too but whatever, it’ll be fun!”
“...Are you just like, incapable of not being a pest…?” Feeling uncharacteristically snippy thanks to the early morning, Ceros grumbles, glaring at the helium tank and attempting to will it out of existence. Despite the amount that Thresh had wasted, it was still over three-quarters full.
“It’s not my fault that someone decided to buy cheap balloons, you know.” Bending over to quickly snatch another out of the pack, Thresh punctured it with his green-clawed thumb before he even had the chance to hook it up, violently shaking it to get it to fly off, ending up smacking Ceros in the face with it. “I mean, they barely fill up at all before they burst! What’s even the point of popping them if they can't even handle a little overinflation?”
“I’m not the one who bought this stuff…” Gingerly peeling the destroyed balloon off of his muzzle, Ceros glowers up at the shark. “And you aren’t supposed to pop-”
“Whatever! My point is they’re tiny and stupid!” Exasperated at the lack of quality goods, Thresh bangs his fist on the tank, the dull thudding echoing around the hollow space within. “I’d be a way better balloon than these flimsy things.”
“...Oh would you now…” Ceros mumbles, pressing his palms against his closed eyes as he holds back a long sigh of frustration.
“Yup!” Either not knowing or just not caring of his ‘friends’ frustration, Thresh proudly holds up the hose, pinching the metal nozzle between his thumb and index fingers. “I could handle the rest of the tank!”
“No you couldn’t.”
“Yes I could.”
Letting his hands fall back to his sides, Ceros glances at the tank, the thing damn near the size of one of the tables he had been setting chairs at. Weighing how much he actually cared about properly getting this place ready, he meets Thresh’s wide green eyes, staring down at him with a toothy grin, expectant.
“...Fifty bucks.”
“A hundred.”
“Deal.”
Ten minutes later, they’d pushed the tables in the center of the floor away to clear a large enough space for their bet to be done, and Thresh had shoved the hose deep in his rear to prevent it from coming out, bouncing up and down in the middle of the space with a terrifying glee for someone about to get helium pumped up their ass.
“You know the helium is like…compressed in here, right?” Tapping a claw against the top of the tank, Ceros draws Thresh’s attention, snapping his head in the eastern dragon's direction. “There's…I dunno, a lot in there I think.”
“OBVIOUSLY I know that, Ceros!” Thresh snarls. “What, you just trying to scare me into chickening out? Well it’s NOT GONNA HAPPEN!”
“I’m just saying…you might pop…”
“Even if I did—which I WON’T–it’d be fine!” Sweeping away a few shreds from the balloons that he’d popped earlier with his green-striped tail, Thresh rests his hands on his hips. “You’d just gather my scraps and take me to get reformed!”
“...”
“Alright fine, SOMEONE would probably take me to get reformed eventually, happy?”
“Clearly not as much as you…” Sighing, Ceros reaches for the valve that the hose was connected to, he rests his hand on it, looking back up toward the Thresh, who looked about ready to explode given how much he was shaking. “So like, you’re sure you wanna-”
“TURN ON THE DAMN HOSE ALREADY!”
Just as tired of Thresh’s impatience as the shark was with his hesitance, Ceros turned the knob as far as it could go, stopping only when there was too much resistance for him to push any further.
The effect it had on Thresh’s body was immediate, as a result. There was no buildup of waiting for the helium to fill all of the space it could before slowly forcing his belly to stretch, it all happened in a single second, cool helium pushing up his ass, his stomach ballooning to the size of a basketball. Despite the frightening speed of his inflation, the shark’s grin only widened as he roughly grabbed his belly with both hands, digging his claws into his skin in a way that would have burst him already if it weren't for the tough scales. He giggles as the flesh bulges out between his fingers, belly already too wide for him to wrap his arms around. “Finally! God, could you have gone any slower?”
“Sorry for not being as excited about this as you are…” Yawning, Ceros snatches up a chair with his long, flowy tail, pulling it toward him and taking a seat to watch Thresh inflate from next to the tank. Even with the shark already having to widen his stance as the helium began to push into his thighs, causing them to rub up against one another, it was advisable to stay as far away as possible from him at all times. He didn’t trust his ‘friend’ not to get some stupid idea and try something…stupider than this entire thing already was, anyway.
Clearly, Thresh was having the time of his life, running his claws over his rapidly inflating midsection while he still had the mobility in his arms to do so. His belly was dominating his entire body, grey flesh stretching outward without any signs of losing elasticity, pushing out a good five feet from the rest of him. Though, as if not wanting to be outdone, the rest of his body began to swell, too, pectorals pushing outward into pillow sized mounds, joining the greater swell of his midsection. His ass began to swallow up more and more of the length of the hose as it jutted out, both cheeks swelling to the size of beach balls in seconds, lifting his thick, heavy tail up, the caudal fin dangling a few inches off of the ground. Even his back hadn’t been spared from being filled with the gas, filling out, his torso rapidly becoming spherical.
“Hey, Cer–Heehehehe–no no, wait-” Cackling again, Thresh was easily distracted from whatever he was trying to say by the higher pitch to his voice as a result of the helium stretching him out. “-Okay, sorry, ahem. You should come over here and gimme a kiss, dude!” The inflated shark took a wide step toward Ceros, forced to swing his entire body to move forward at all. His limbs had all but become useless, inflated tubes, resting against the curve of his body, severely restricting his diminishing mobility.
“...yeah I'm…not gonna fall for that.” Making out with Thresh when he wasn’t the size of a car was already unappealing enough, Ceros had had the shark's long, green tongue down his throat more times than anyone should. “That’d be cheating, anyway…all the helium has to stay in you.”
“Wow, you’re NO fun, are you?” Thresh sticks out his tongue, struggling to keep eye contact with the tired dragon as his neck swelled into an inner tube that pushed his chin upward, joining his puffed-out cheeks in restraining him from even being able to look around. He found that he couldn’t take another step, either, his feet taken off the ground by the bottom of his swollen body, the attempted motion just leaving him rocking back and forth. All movement robbed from him aside of what little wiggling his arms and legs could manage, he was stuck in place, feeling the helium continue to rush up his ass, stretching him further. His midsection had swelled into a massive grey balloon, ten feet wide and getting bigger, still too heavy to lift off the ground. His chest had swollen further, jutting out from the curve of his body, tits big enough for someone to curl up on, beginning to be a further obstruction to his limited vision. His limbs had swollen beyond recognition, the dark green striped stretched across their surface, hands and feet slowly sinking within them. Even his tail had suffered, the thick, bloated appendage sunken into his body up to the dorsal fin, which refused to be swallowed up, digging into his bloated back. Still confident in his abilities to stretch, Thresh purrs. “Anyway, this is EASY, I could do it all day.
“Well, that's good, cuz the tanks not even halfway empty.”
For just a moment, Thresh’s toothy grin faltered, long ears pinned back while he processed the news…but, he wasn't going to be beaten by some tiny helium tank! And he sure as hell wasn’t going to lose the bet! “Hah! Well I could take two more of these! This is barely gonna be a stretch!”
“Uh huh…” They’d fully lost eye contact by that point, Thresh’s chest had swollen enough to entirely cut off his view from the ground, and his puffy cheeks kept him looking straight ahead. Truth be told, he was beginning to feel a bit of pressure, not that he would ever admit that outloud (or to himself).. His hide still had plenty of give left, but the speed at which he was swelling was testing how fast his body could stretch, especially with nowhere else to send the helium. His midsection continued to take the brunt of the expansion, pushing out and up inch by inch, another foot added to his width every thirty seconds or so. At around fifteen feet across, the helium finally won out against his considerable weight, the very bottom of his rounded belly gently rising off of the ground.
Ceros took that as his queue that it was, finally, safe to get closer, standing up and grabbing the handle on the tank. Thankfully, it had wheels, there was no way in hell he’d be able to move it otherwise, slowly pushing it to the center of the clearing, underneath the swollen grey balloon. Thresh slowly rose into the air, casting a massive, round shadow down below. The hose kept him from rising until he met the domed ceiling, only allowing him to rise ten feet before it ran out of length. With how deep he’d shoved the nozzle up his closet-sized ass, it was at no risk of coming out–which was GOOD–leaving him no choice but to continue being pumped up.
“Getting pretty big there, Thresh…” Taking the rare opportunity to get one over the menace, Ceros tugs on the hose. Thresh bobs up and down as a result, his swollen grey side gently knocking into a nearby chandelier. Hilariously, the shark let out a squeaky groan from the motion, swaying from side to side as he passed seventeen feet. “...maybe after this, we can see if anyone’s looking for advertising space.”
“Shut…the fuck up…” Growling, Thresh was finding it had begun to get harder to get his words out, the growing pressure making it hard for him to think properly. His fingers angrily twitched, palms already sunken into what were once his arms, the biggest motion he could even manage by that point. A low crrrrrrrrreaaaaaaak emanated from deep within his swollen middle, barely audible to Ceros, but much louder to the green-striped blimp, pupils shrinking as he realized that his skin's natural elasticity was beginning to wear thin. He couldn’t let the dragon know that, though, managing to keep talking over his body's protests to the way it was being treated. “I’m gonna…win this bet…”
“Sure…oh hey, is this meter supposed to be getting into the red zone?” Ceros squints at the second gauge on the tank, measuring pressure, the needle moving dangerously to the right.
“I-It’s…” Voice faltering as another wave of pressure crawled over his stretched skin, Thresh didn’t even have the strength to cackle at the high pitched squeak he involuntarily let out. The pressure worsened every second of his continued inflation, radiating from deep inside all the way out to his thinning hide. Uncaring of his plight, the tank continued to do its job, pumping him bigger inch by inch. His ass nearly swallowed the entire length of the hose, about as big as he had been right before he lifted off the ground. His chest entirely dominated his vision, the creaking grey hide the only thing that he could see. He was twenty three feet across; doubt was beginning to creep up in his mind over whether he actually could handle the entire tank or not.
As if his rapidly increasing width wasn’t bad enough, the small points of increased pressure were really driving him up the wall. His hands and feet were sunken in up to his green claws, which were left firmly poking against his bloated wrists and ankles. Normally, they didn’t bother him thanks to the tough scales protecting him, but with his flesh stretched as thin as it was, they felt like razor-sharp spikes constantly poking against him. And his skin was so sensitive too that the occasional twitch of a buried finger left him squeakily moaning from the spike of pressure. Worse still, the dorsal fin on his puffed up tail was digging into his back as it grew over it, threatening to pop him with each sway of his rumbling body.
After a particularly loud crrrrrrrrrrrrrrk, Ceros spoke up. “So…if you do end up popping, how am I gonna get my money…?”
“Keep your…fucking mouth…shut…” Thresh pants, struggling to be heard over the groaning and creaking that steadily increased in both volume and frequency.
“Well I think it’s a fair question…do I just like, go find your wallet or-”
“I-I’m WARNING you…!”
There was little bite behind the vague threat, Thresh was too focused on the overwhelming pressure. It dominated his entire body, his stretched flesh visibly rumbling from the sheer intensity of the task of holding back all of that helium. Somehow, the feeling was confusing, too, the deep soreness rising to a point where it was pleasurable, making him involuntarily squirm, the motions causing further spikes in pressure that only intensified the feelings.
Despite that small win, things were getting dire. The shark-balloon was reaching the limits of how far he could stretch, and the noises coming from his overinflated middle were reaching a crescendo. Loud for Ceros, yes, but deafening for Thresh, who felt like he couldn’t possibly get any bigger, and yet he was forced to anyway. His elasticity giving out wasn’t bad enough, apparently, as his sides had begun to press up against the surrounding chandeliers, the pointy strings of gems dangling off of them pressing against his thin flesh, making him acutely aware of just how fragile he was now.
Crrrreaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkk…
“C-Ceros…I…I’m gon…” It was too late to get words out, unable to speak loud enough to be heard over his body's final protests. The tank, though struggling, was determined to push the last of the helium into him. Thresh cast a massive shadow over the ballroom floor, firmly pressed up against the chandeliers. His grey skin was so tight, even the gentle breeze from the air vents felt like torture. Squeezing his eyes shut, the balloon waited for his stretched hide to finally give out, the pressure reaching its peak…
Click
All at once, the intense tightness stopped growing, the sound of the tank’s pumps groaning now gone as it clicked off, all of the helium having been deposited into the living balloon. Thresh shakily exhaled, shallow and squeaky, feeling like too long of a breath would actually burst him. The pressure didn’t lessen any, the occasional little spike leaving him squeaking, but he wasn’t going to pop.
Thresh was nearly unrecognizable, the only telltale signs that it was him being the stretched-out green stripes on his bed-sized innertubes of arms and legs. The quaking balloon was thirty feet wide and dominating the center of the room, so overinflated that his belly was slightly translucent, the light from the chandeliers he was rudely pushing aside just barely visible looking through his taut hide. The only parts of him that stuck out from his spherical midsection, aside from his useless arms and legs, were his globular ass and puffy chest. The former would have been big enough to crush a pickup truck underneath it if it weren't filled with helium, and the latter entirely hid his head behind it, the only thing that he could see stretched, trembling flesh. Even his stubborn tail had been consumed by his spherical torso, only the caudal fin left barely poking out. He was bigger than some people's entire houses, rivaling blimps…but none of that mattered, because he won the bet.
“T-Told you…I could…do it…” Thresh manages, having to yell to be heard over the loud grrrrooaaaaaaaaaannnn’s and crreeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakking, ignoring the state that he’d be left in so he could gloat. “Pay up…hundred bucks.”
“Huh…fine, deal’s a deal…” Somewhere far beyond the shark's vision, Ceros grumbles as he picks up his phone from the table nearby, tapping away until he’d transferred over the amount that he owed to Thresh. “There, sent it.”
“Good, now…help deflate me.” Grinning at his victory, Thresh wiggles his fingers, trying in vain to try and get his claws to stop digging into his weak hide, only causing him to groan from the small spikes of pressure.
There was a brief pause before the eastern dragon's reply came. “Nah.”
“The fuck…do you mean ‘nah’?”
“I mean that you used all of the helium, genius.” Ceros thumps the back of his hand against Thresh’s trembling hide, the resulting hollow thud leaving the shark shivering. “Don’t have any to inflate the rest of the balloons…and you did say you would be a better one anyway, so…”
“Y-you can’t just…leave me like this!” Growling, Thresh ignores the painfully obvious fact that, yes, Ceros could, and he had zero way to stop him when he was the size of a small building.
“Well, I’m sure that…uh, whoever this party is for will appreciate seeing you inflated and helpless to torment us.” Shrugging, Ceros glances down at his phone again, then at the rest of the space around them…yeah sure, it was set up enough. “Might make a good gift too, I dunno. Anyway, I’m gonna head out and take a nap, don’t go anywhere. Party starts at 8 tonight.”
“CEROS, I’M GONNA DESTROY-” The threat was interrupted by a particularly loud creaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak, leaving Thresh panting for breath as Ceros walked out on him, the door slamming shut. Without any motion in the room beyond the gentle bobbing of the massive balloon, the lights, connected to a sensor, shut off after a few minutes, leaving him plunged in darkness, stuck waiting for everyone to get there and humiliate him all night long. Oh, Ceros would pay all right…When Thresh deflated in a couple of months.
Well, I decided to try my hand at inflation this time, seeing as I'd never written any before (or uploaded any, at least). Couldn't think of who should be inflated, then I remembered the shark character I'd been gifted like a year ago and hadn't done anything with, so here he is!
Hope you enjoyed reading, and as always, let me know what you thought if you want to!
Category Story / Inflation
Species Shark
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 122.4 kB
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