This choice: "Are you okay? You're acting weird..." • Go Back... "C-can you keep a secret?" Theo asked with a smirk on his muzzle.
"Yeah, sure."
The heavier husky looked around and saw nobody was paying them any attention. Their workspace was fairly private with their closest coworker being about 150 feet away diligently working at their bench. Theo popped the pneumatic drill off the end of his air compressor hose. A brief hiss sounded out before the dog popped on a narrow nozzle. Pressing down on the trigger, Theo shot off a few powerful puffs of air.
Wrapping a paw around Evan's shoulder, the husky guided him around behind a clustered shelving unit, completely hiding them away from the sight of anyone else on the factory floor.
"So...relax your throat..." Theo said quietly, holding up the nozzle.
"What...what are you..." he whispered. The lion noticed that his jumpsuit's zipper had shifted down a few more teeth, showing off even more of the husky's tummy.
"It'll fell good, trust me..." The nozzle hovered inches from the lion's muzzle.
"I don't know if I w-HRRRMPH!"
In one swift motion, Theo had wrapped a wide paw around Evan's mouth. The other hand worked the tip of the nozzle between his lips. A thumb pressed down. A stream of air exploded into Evan's mouth and down his throat. The lion didn't have time to react. He instinctively swallowed and swallowed. In a matter of seconds, the skinny lion's flat stomach had ballooned into a prominent globe, stretching the midsection of his jumpsuit taunt. Theo might as well have stuffed a basketball down his throat.
"What the he...wh-..." Evan stammered.
Theo smirked. "G-give a sec..."
Evan found himself suddenly light-headed, but light-headed in a good way. It wasn't as if he was about to be sick or pass out. Rather, the lion felt almost euphoric. Even inch of his skin and fur tingled. The skin around his now-engorges stomach, though very tight, felt numbed and sooth. In a haze, Evan didn't even notice he was absentmindedly rubbing his blimped up belly.
"Feels good, huh?"
"Uh...huh..." agreed Evan. The lion was entranced by the intense, pleasurable sensations he was feeling. "How...long does this...you know, la-URRRPPP!" A belch had escaped the lion. The pressure in his stomach was eased.
Theo only chuckled. "For as long as you keep the air it!" He held up the nozzle. "Need me to top you off?"
Evan nodded.
***
One Friday evening weeks later, the two waddled out of the factory. Their air-filled bellies strained their street clothes though neither fur bothered tugging down their shirts as they rose up their guts. The two had stayed lated under the pretense of meeting their quota. Instead, they were blowing themselves up, stretching their stomachs to the limit, and spacing out in euphoria.
"God...this feels so...good," muttered Evan as they walked to the parking lot. He stretched his arm and his black shirt rose up another inch showing off even more of his ballooned up belly. "Just...I could do this forever!"
Theo chuckled and gave the lion's belly a pat. "Hey, I don't want you to pop or anything!"
Evan blushed. The husky was getting handsy, often sneaking in quick pokes and pats and rubs. At first, the lion felt bashful about the attention his swollen stomach was getting. But he had to admit that the sensation of another fur's paws against him blown belly made him feeling quite excited and ar-.
"What are you up to this weekend?" Evan said, trying to distract himself before his stirring loin fully sprung to life.
"Getting pumped. And you?"
"Heh, probably the same!"
"Cool, cool..." Theo said, trailing off. The husky began awkwardly rubbing a paw along his distended stomach. "Wanna hang out at my place this weekend then? I got my own little compressor I used when I want to blow up and get heady. It's not as great as the ones at work, but it's fine."
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