Holding your hand and taking you out on a nice walk. But when you take my hand you feel a squeeze bulb in it, and every squeeze I give (and your hand) inflates you a little more.
Feeling your shirt starting to grow tight an embarrassedly pulling it down over you’43 swelling belly.
Dec 30, 2025 23:08Feeling the pumps start to pic up speed once we’re far from home or any place private. The cool breeze is now touching the bare skin of the bottom of your tummy, as your shirt begins to ride up. You’re trying to act casual so I give you a few pumps in quick succession.
You’re face slowly getting redder and redder as the tight sensation of it becomes more and more difficult to ignore. Need to stop at a bench to catch your breath because you’re so tight now. Your shirt nothing more than a tight second skin around a belly that looks pregnant now
But it doesn’t stop there. I’m squeezing very quickly now that you’re sitting and you realize too late that I’m pumping you up big enough that you won’t be able to get up again. A pregnant belly becoming a gigantic one, as your shirt begins to tear at the seams.
Trying not to moan or cry out as you feel the tightness of your belly, the weight of it pressing against your thighs. Face desperately flushed, trying not to look at the stares passersby are giving your expanding form.
Once your belly has completely blown free of your shirt, hanging obscenely as it presses out, forcing your back into an arch as you cup it gently, I’d get up and finish my walk. Leaving you stuck there, an absurd balloon, until you slowly start to deflate again.
And eventually you’ll be able to get up and return home, in your tattered shirt, and a belly that never quite returns to flat
#inflation #airinflation #bellyinflation
