Marna was taking a night off from his job at the local bar, and was excited for the spare time he now had. He had bought an air tank for the occasion, equipped with a hose that was just the right size and length for the pink-furred chinchilla. He enjoyed inflating regularly, and often did it on the weekends, but this week had been particularly bad, and he made the decision to take that Friday off for the sake of his customers. He tended to get flustered easily when he was particularly exhausted.
Marna was in his living room, and had taken the time to clear out any sharp furniture in the room. All that was left to do was start inflating, which he was quite excited to do. He put the hose in his mouth and quickly swallowed some of it, making sure he gulped down enough length to get it to his stomach. When that was done, he held the air tank in his hands and turned the wheel to let the gas start flowing into his gut.
The start of his inflation was greeted with a welcoming hiss, followed by the feeling of cold air rushing into his belly. Setting the tank down next to him, he laid down on his back and put his paws on his gut with a grin. His stomach was already distended and growing steadily, and the stretching sensation in his skin was very pleasing to the chinchilla. After a couple moments, he looked like he swallowed a balloon whole, and his chest was beginning to puff up as well.
Some more time passed before his chest and stomach were one, the area of his body from his neck to his crotch expanding as one big dome. He pressed down on the dome for just a moment, and giggled as he felt his skin stretch a bit more under the pressure. Soon, his arms and legs started puffing outward, his shoulders also becoming one with the dome that was his front. Soon, his tail started puffing up too, and he even felt his back pressing against the floor.
He began to rise upwards as his back inflated, and he was starting to resemble a ball more than a chinchilla now. His hand and feet paws were both becoming enveloped by his inflating body, and his tail was beginning to resemble a dome more than a tail. His cheeks had puffed up as well, trapping the hose in his mouth and ensuring that he wouldn’t be spitting it out any time soon.
The first creaks started emanating from his hide soon after the hose was securely trapped, yet Marna knew he was nowhere near his limits. He was still smiling happily, and the tightness of his skin only felt better as it stretched more. His size rivaled that of a small car, and his head was beginning to sink down into the rest of the sphere he had become. It was at that time that the tank’s hiss grew quieter and quieter, until it wasn’t hissing at all anymore. With much effort, Marna slowly but surely pushed the hose out of his mouth, using the air already in him to do so.
The business end of the hose fell to the floor, and Marna was able to sit there with a grin as he welcomed the daze that resulted from the pressure. It took some time before it came upon him, but eventually he was in a blissful state, gaze wandering aimlessly as he occasionally mumbled incoherently. All that was left to do was sit and wait for the time to come that Marna decided to deflate himself… whenever that time came.