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The Sensation of InflationFeaturing: Ogard and CallumBy: hdalby33“So what do yah think?” Callum asked, patting the giant, metal cylinder with one paw. “Will this work?”Ogard looked up at the towering container in awe, his orange and red tail curling around his legs. “Y-yeah…I think that’ll work,” the orange drake gulped. “Excellent,” Callum said. “You said you wanted a filling experience, so I bought you to the best place I know.” “It’s so…big though,” Ogard mumbled. The cylinder stood twenty feet in height, ten across, and housed a large reservoir of rainwater. He’d asked his silver friend where he might enjoy a little water inflation and the baker had been all too happy to introduce him to this colossal tank out in the middle of nowhere. They were standing in a wide field of short grass and sparse pine tree. Callum had promised there was no one around for miles, but that was what made Ogard nervous. He was afraid to ask what might happen when he became a sloshing sphere and they had nowhere else to go. “It’ll get the job done,” Callum agreed. He could hear the thousands of gallons gurgling within. “Let me just get the nozzle ready.”Ogard was left clutching his tail as the grey drake slipped around back. It was a cool day, with a bare blue sky and brisk winds. Ogard had worn a thick, green hoodie and black sweatpants, but he still felt a chill. Hopefully a good drink of water would fortify him. Eventually Callum reappeared, trailing a rubber tube behind him that was capped with a wide rubber nozzle for easy gripping. He motioned for Ogard to join him at the base of the water container where an old sofa rested among the weeds. “Sometimes I come out here to read,” the grey drake explained, “But it’ll work just as well for an inflating lizard.” Ogard eased himself in, feeling a spring dig into his rump as he sat. The couch was ancient; its ugly floral pattern frayed and small tears evident in the armrests. “Comfy,” he chuckled over the squeaking of springs. “Thanks.” Callum held out the rubber mouthpiece. “It’s pretty simple from here. You pop this in, I open the flood gates, and you begin to fill.” He patted Ogard’s chubby midriff. “I expect to see this considerably bigger by the end.” ‘But how much bigger?’ Ogard asked himself. Instead he just nodded at Callum’s words.“…And the pressure of all those gallons of water flowing in are going to make it like the mouthpiece is suction cupped to your lips. So you need to keep swallowing the water no matter what and breath through your nose. If you want to stop, just tell me and I’ll take care of it.” Callum took a breath. “Any questions?” Ogard thought for a moment, before shaking his head. He slid one paw under his sweater and rubbed his pale-orange middle. “I’m good.” He took the mouthpiece in his lips and flashed a thumbs up. “Great,” Callum returned the gesture and reached for a lever on the side of the container. With one final nod to his companion, the portly, grey dragon pulled down and sent a torrent of refreshing liquid swirling down his companion’s throat. Ogard nearly choked at the first splash of water, but instinct took over and soon he was chugging away. His belly cooled rapidly as the liquid surged within, and before long, he began to bloat as the turbid volumes filled him. Callum stood to one side, watching with interest and rubbing the orange drake’s belly as it showed signs of swelling. He grinned as he felt it slosh. “This is gonna be fun!” The sensation of water swilling in his gut was peculiar, as Ogard swallowed methodically and watched his belly swell into a soft paunch. Most times he’d experienced expansion at a much faster rate, or it happened by magic and he was too distracted to appreciate the pounds sliding onto his frame. But now, both his and Callum’s attentions were solely fixed on his widening middle, which bloated and glorped wonderfully against his lap.“This a good rate for you?” Callum inquired when the orange dragon’s belly was the size of a basketball. Ogard nodded and gave his gut a slosh. It grumbled in return, straining against his hoodie and squishing under his claws. Callum often took it in both paws and gave it a jiggle, enjoying the jello quality it had. “You’re gonna be biiiiig by the time I’m through,” the grey drake laughed. Ogard felt a stitch on his sweater burst, revealing pale-orange flesh beneath. The brisk winter air licked his bare hide, making it stiffen around the mounting volume of water within. Ogard blushed at the sight as he fidgeted in the chair, finding it harder and harder to adjust as he grew heavier. With each movement his stomach folded against itself, quivering tightly as he shifted his legs. To the dragon’s surprise, he found his arms and chest were also beginning to take on extra weight. “All that water needs to go somewhere,” Callum said, noticing his friend’s curious look. He pressed a claw into Ogard’s chest, where wide orange moobs were beginning to form, and kneaded them around. Ogard blushed deeper as his sweater slid over his taut scales with ease, jiggling and wobbling under Callum’s mischievous touch. “First it’ll be your chest. You’ll get a lovely roundness here that complements the belly beautifully.” Callum spread his paws over the mounting flesh of Ogard’s chest and then walked them up to his neck, which was rapidly eating up the sweater’s collar. Ogard’s only response was to continue chugging, making pale-orange cheeks jiggle against his snout. “Then,” Callum continued, massaging the quivering flesh collected along Ogard’s shoulder, “It goes to outward. You won’t be able to scratch your nose before long, because your arms will be niiiiice and heavy.” What the grey drake was saying unfolded before Ogard’s very eyes. His sweater became strained from all directions, growing taut over the bulge of his belly and creaking tightly as his chest continued rounding out into soft ovals. He couldn’t even move to scratch his middle anymore as his arms sagged thickly, bulging like sausages against his sweater. Though he couldn’t see it, his hips and rump at also taken on a reservoir of water, placing an equal burden on his pants. Callum aided in the process by nicking the strands of sweater digging into the bloated drake’s flesh. With each one he severed, another pound of Ogard’s bulging body would fall into place with a sloshing bounce. Little by little, the strain of the garment lessened and more bulging scale burst free, struggling to contain the massive amount of water within. Ogard panted, feeling incredibly heavy as he chugged more liquid down. Each swallow made him bloat a little more, making his stomach surge out to the size of a small car. It dangled over his legs and into the grass, where it wobbled back and forth in the breeze. Blades of grass tickled the sensitive area where his belly button was, causing Ogard to quiver with giggle. Callum’s voice suddenly returned as he finished severing the drake’s ruined sweater.“Just one more,” he said, and Ogard felt himself surge forward unexpectedly. He slumped into the soft grass, hundreds of pounds of wobbly dragon spreading outward, and rippled like an unbroken water balloon. “Lovely!” Callum checked the hose to ensure it was still attached, before cradling Ogard’s cheeks together and giving them a wobble. “Now I can get a good view from every angle!” Ogard simply blushed again, his cheeks folding up into his neck fat. To either side, his stomach pushed outwards in its struggle to take on the tremendous amount of water flowing through the tube. The orange dragon was surprised to find he now loomed level with Callum’s eyes, meaning he had a fairly massive circumference. Callum held up the remains of Ogard’s sweater and gave his chest a pat, making him quiver gently. “That’s one way to shed your winter wardrobe. You shouldn’t have a hard time staying warm either.” He laughed and Ogard responded with a weak smile. Callum spent a little more time sifting his paws through the bulging dragon’s doughy figure—enjoying the jiggling heft of Ogard’s cheeks and neck, before moving down to knead the football-esque moobs he’d acquired. His rubs soothed the strain Ogard felt, while also making the drake slosh like a boat lost at sea. It was a strangely wonderful feeling.After a little while, Callum slipped around the vast sweep of Ogard’s belly to check on the other end of things. As he went, he admired just how large Ogard had become. The gurgling dragon rested twice his height, a goliath mass of rippling orange and red scales and soft to the touch. Callum gave the fine, rubbery scales lining Ogard’s girth a pat, taking in the tight, watery touch they gave off. There was a lot of strain there, but the grey dragon had seen his swollen friend stomach impressive amounts before, and knew there was little cause for worry. Trailing one paw along the tectonic curve of Ogard’s belly, Callum continued on around to inspect the breadth his companion’s rump. As expected, the results were swell.Twin orbs bigger than yoga balls greeted him, each squashed together like overripe oranges hanging from a great tree. Between them, Ogard’s thick, gecko tail dangled, more a sphere than a proper extension at this point. Below the impressive hind-sight, Callum noted the red-diamond patterns around Ogard’s legs had stretched into oblong circle. He reached up and traced on along the border, indulging himself in the impressive amount of squish it offered. After a moment’s thought, Callum retreated a couple steps and ran up to leap athletically atop Ogard’s rump, where he landed with a resounding jiggle. He could hear the bloated lizard “oof” and gurgle softly, but nothing more. Ogard groaned as he felt the dragon’s presence sink into his butt. The pressures within him were ferocious. They pushed hard against the wall of his stomach and held his head in place as his bulging chest swallowed up his neck. Yet he could feel every sway of Callum’s figure balancing tediously atop his rump. He wondered what the drake was doing. “Lovely view from back here!” Callum laughed. Ogard wasn’t sure whether he meant the surrounding vegetation or his own bloated form, but the spherical lizard couldn’t ask. He felt Callum press his paws into his thick rump and roll it around. “I’ll bet if that were air in you, we could make you a parade float.” The grey drake slid down the curve of the monolith’s butt and onto the base of his spine. To either side, Ogard’s wide hips strained, forming curvaceous cylinders of pudge that vaguely resembled legs. His thighs labored strenuously against the under curve of his gut, trapped uselessly by the incredibly quantity of water rippling within. Gradually Callum worked his way back along Ogard’s curved back, enjoying the bounce each step had.“Feeling full yet?” He called to the swelling drake. Another groan was the response, making Callum grin. The silver dragon knelt down and sprawled out between the over-inflated tires that were Ogard’s shoulders. Carefully, he eased himself around Ogard’s burdened cheeks and smiled wide. “I think you’re almost done if that helps.” He patted the taut scales under one blubbery cheek, “You can be my new storage tank!”Ogard shivered at the thought, though the tightness pressing against his hide did feel rather nice, in a strained, overtaxing way. He could only burble at Callum’s suggestion, the muscles in his cheeks and throat aching fiercely. Swallowing so much water required far more work than one would think. Callum seemed to note the drake’s discomfort, so he patted Ogard’s swollen cheek once more and slid off.“Nice timing,” Callum chuckled as he went over to the lever. “This thing is empty in 3…2…1.” He swung the lever and a sound similar to water funneling down a drain filled the air as the last of the water forced its way into Ogard’s trembling form. The massive drake hiccupped a bit of water as Callum removed the nozzle, and then let loose a ground rumbling belch that carried clear across the field. His bulk sloshed violently from the force, but the release of pressure felt wonderful. “Oh man,” Ogard moaned, jiggling madly as he struggled to twist his head and view his bloated figure. He only succeeded in squishing his cheeks against his neck fat. “Feels soooo -hic- damn heavy.” “Well, that’s because you are.” Callum patted his broad chest and grinned up to him. “Like a whale beached on an island. Or perhaps a whale who swallowed an ocean.” “I like that feeling,” Ogard giggled. He quivered with every movement, his stomach squashed thickly against the water tower. “Makes me feel more…grounded.” “Uh huh. Well nothing short of a rocket would get you off the ground, so I’d say that’s pretty well achieved.” Callum leaned against the wall of swollen scales, enjoying the shade Ogard’s figure threw. “And it’s a good thing you like it, because you’re not going anywhere.” The distended dragon went silent for a moment, looking up. He could see some clouds creeping up on the outer fringes of field. “W-what if it rains?” he asked nervously. Callum peeked from under the dragon’s girth at the clouds, before flashing a grin at his bloated friend. “Then I guess you’ll have to drink all of that too.” ................
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