Awesome! I look forward to making a story for it hun =3

This is another sketch of yours that I like, such a wonderfully huggable shape! The details in the way her hands and feet puff up, the bigness of her cheeks, her tail and the plumpness of her belly, arms and legs all contribute to a very arousing image. Also add in the transparent belly and what might be a room full of balloons... how I would love to join her, to just lay on top of such a ballooning girl with my arms wrapped round her neck so I could kiss and nuzzle her as she lift me up higher and higher. You’re Malice is taken of course, so I dream of one of my characters instead. :3

I have a habit of scrutinizing my work quite often, studying its possible flaws. Sometimes I feel the way I illustrate inflation is too simple. "It's all one shape with a massive lack of detail and definition." I scold myself. I look at the artwork which arouses me the most and like many others, wish to isolate such elements and implement them into my own work. Its a nice idea but the synergy usually doesn't happen. This might be a result of my teachings to stick to a certain "formulated" process of doing things which is the professional side of me saying "it wouldn't look like that." or "this shape compromises the composition." In the end my fetish oriented artwork is a still practice of standards rather than; objective-less, lustful desires. I've never been able to fully stimulate my arousal with my own work because I don't see it in such a context.

As for the image itself the original scenario was that Malice would blow herself up to the size of a bounce-house prior to me crawling through her canal up into her uterus for a sensual nap as she continued to inflate to no end. The joys you speak of are a common day-dream of my own, as I'm sure it is for many others. Such a sensual scene to mentally illustrate; laying atop a hot-pink, rubber landscape as it elevated you through the clouds and spread outwards in every direction. A dimple in the distance with the head of your lover almost submerged in the ever-growing mass (a somewhat macabre scene under any other contexts) only to be met with the astounding fact she IS the landscape all around you. Her cheeks puff up, and your cushy balloon island expands to greater borders as you perform all methods of sensual affection to her dimpled head.

I took no offense to the last statement, Everyone is completely entitled to their private fantasies.