Chapter #5Continue... by: Fig   (Continued guest addition)
"Never!!" came a defiant reply. "Oh Timon, you're lucky a skunk can't smell his own stench, because you would have given up!" His face too looked a bit green, his eyes drooping from sea sickness. Pumbaa was too bloated to reach around for any rock. Instead he took his flailing legs and began to squeeze at his belly, grinding the knees deep into his flesh, and placing his front hooves up top to press down. More gas blew from the small opening than should have been possible, Pumbaa actually rocketed backward a few inches from the force. Meanwhile, the disturbance inside Timon began to cause more gasses to build. He could feel his all ready swollen belly tightening, and as he looked down he saw the stone rise up, his belly taking on the appearance of an air filled balloon. "Urgh," he moaned, holding it. Suddenly the rock sprung off and he managed to squeeze out a few more expulsions. He could feel the gasses building at a frantic pace. "You're in for it now!" Timon called, though he was indeed growing a bit worried. His body ballooned further, and even after several more ass stinging farts, it seemed to do no good. His body was tight and round, and only swelling further, he could feel his flesh creaking and straining.
Pumbaa quickly developed the same problem. He watched in horror as his hooves rose into the air above his expanding belly. Only moments later, he could see nothing in front of him but the brown further gut. He tightly squeezed his knees into it again, hoping for a release. PPHFAPT! PPHHFT! PT PT PT PT PT PTIPIPIPIPPHFRAAAPHT!!! The two moaned in unison as their bodies became spheres. Although they were nervous, there were still in a contest.
"Is that all you got!!" Timon snarled, throwing a clump of dirt at Pumbaa. "Here's some right back at ya!" It was as if an earthquake had shook the area from the force of the blast. Most of his backside was barren of fur, and the round meerkat sat in a sizable sink hole he had caused. The gases were so thick that they could be seen. Green and brown mist covered the area, and from behind he could hear nonstop gagging. "You can give up anytime!"
"I'll give up when lions learn to fly!!!" Spittle flew from Pumbaa's mouth. He was so enraged at the challenge that his eyes were growing veined and bloodshot. He did his best to angle at the meerkat, lifting his tail and squeezing. His left leg kicked up as he farted again. It was more of an explosion than a simple toot. Then his right leg went up. They alternated, Pumbaa releasing in a rapid to and fro motion with his body. But as fast as he went, the building gasses were faster. His body was a brown beach ball, and only getting larger and tighter. The warthog worried his body would rip if he could not outdo it. PHHFAPT!
Timon was not faring much better. His shoulders and thighs were disappearing into his body, four indentations forming along it. The semi-bare tail had all ready been sucked in halfway, and he could feel the gasses even rising up to his head, bloating out the cheeks. He flipped on to his belly, giving Pumbaa a view of the rounded, stretched out stripes down his back. Pumbaa suddenly felt something odd under his tail. It was though any breeze that had been there was vanishing by the moment. His thighs ballooned, as did the base of his tail, quickly covering up his anus. His belly swelled further as well, and it would have done the job had it not all ready been covered. "Uh....Timon, I don't have a good feeling about this."
"Then give up!" he said. His voice seemed a bit hallow, as though speaking through a pool toy. "I knew you couldn't take it."
"No, I can't get it out anymore!" The wart hog began to sweat, his body ballooning frantically, his belly began to swallow up his full thighs, covering up the knees. His arms were sinking in deeper and deeper, up to the elbows. His tail swishing slowed up as the limb was engulfed. His jowls were like an inflated pelican beak and his cheeks began to puff.
"You sure look like a big wind bag!" Timon said, laughing as he made to smack his knee, but his arms were held firmly into his swelling form. He gulped, trying to fart again, when suddenly he realized that he too was unable to release. Before long his body was well over a foot wide, stretching and expanding like it was something to strive for. Timon's short legs were engulfed until just the long feet stuck out of the ball. Deep indentation lines surrounded the foot like a lion's mane. His tail was just a stub, and quickly the arms began to be pulled in further. Timon panicked, but was unable to save himself. He squirmed in vain, his cheeks bumping into his ballooned torso.
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