A certain, overinflated wolf waited in his dorm with taut, creaking hide, hoping the air inside him would finally come out so he wouldn’t be late to his next class. As he waited, though, he started contemplating what had happened to get him to this point.
Normally, he had a rather fit body, with light blue fur covering his sides, back, thighs, ears, most of his arms, the top half of his face, and a lot of his tail. Everything that didn’t have light blue fur had snow-white fur, save for the tip of his tail, which was almost a sort-of fleshy color. Jazzu Mirrackle was often a timid student, who didn’t like to mess with anyone, even if they were mean to him. Besides, since he was in college, he thought, it wasn’t likely that the same person would get at him more than once, right?
Wrong. A certain other student at Furren University, a Wickerbeast by the name of Zaru in particular, seemed to be dead-set on irritating Jazzu in every way possible. The fact that their dorm rooms were next to each other didn’t help, and Jazzu was constantly subjected to numerous annoyances, such as loud music through his wall at obnoxious hours, coming back to a ransacked room, and even having to wash graffiti off of the walls on rare occasions.
Until a certain point during the fall semester, Jazzu was able to deal with these antics. However, he couldn’t hold out forever, and eventually the urge to do something took over. Jazzu didn’t want to do much to the Wickerbeast, so he thought tripping him would be the best idea.
The wolf waited until the time he knew Zaru tended to leave his dorm room, and sneakily placed a piece of paper in the middle of the hall. He made sure the pattern he had printed on it, which matched the carpet of the walkway, was facing upward. When he heard Zaru open and close his door, followed by a loud thud right outside his room, Jazzu chuckled to himself, trying not to be loud enough for the Wickerbeast to hear him.
Zaru, however, wasn’t tricked. After a moment of being stunned from his fall, the gray-furred creature got up, seeing the paper he had tripped on and grumbling to himself. He ruffled the thick, yellow tuft of hair around his neck as his eyes looked towards Jazzu’s door. A long, yellow and gray tail swayed behind him as a hand reared back, preparing a strong punch before delivering a huge blow to Jazzu’s door, bashing it open and revealing the wolf inside.
Immediately, Jazzu jumped to his feet. He knew Zaru was strong, but he didn’t expect the Wickerbeast to be able to bash his door in! As Zaru stomped towards Jazzu, the wolf tried to find any way of escape. To his dismay, though, the 8-foot tall beast in front of him blocked the only exit to the room. Zaru’s ears twitched as those lips of his curled into a grin, followed by a toothy smile as he chuckled.
“So you thought you could get back at me, huh? Well, I guess I’ll have to put you back in your place!” Zaru was grinning from ear to ear, and Jazzu guessed he wasn’t going to like what was coming next.
While he still wasn’t being throttled, Jazzu spoke nervously. “I-I don’t know w-w-what you’re talking about! S-s-someone getting back at you? Nooo… I-I wouldn’t have done that! N-never, I swear!”
Zaru only laughed harder at Jazzu’s attempts, and soon he was grabbing Jazzu by the sides and holding him so he was at eye level with the Wickerbeast. “Let’s see if ya like this, ya ‘loon.”
At first, Jazzu didn’t realize what Zaru meant when he said ‘loon’, but the meaning was soon shown as Zaru brought Jazzu’s lips to his own, inhaling deeply and blowing a powerful gust of air down Jazzu’s throat. The wolf’s stomach suddenly felt very full, and even became slightly distended as the wolf whimpered in protest. Zaru, however, showed no intent of stopping as he quickly forced another exhale into Jazzu’s growing belly.
Breath after breath was blown, pushing more and more air into Jazzu’s belly as Zaru inflated him like a balloon. Soon the wolf found himself unable to struggle as his sides and back rounded out, the air pushing his hide outward and making him feel like an overinflated yoga ball. His arms and legs began to round out as well, and his skin tingled as it was stretched in every direction.
When Jazzu’s arms and legs were nothing more than domes atop his inflated body, the wolf thought the Wickerbeast would stop. However, this wasn’t the case as Zaru only seemed to start blowing bigger breaths into Jazzu’s strained body. The wolf’s hide creaked and groaned as it was forced to stretch beyond any kind of normal limit, his hands, head, and feet being sucked down into his overinflated figure. When he thought he was going to pop, Jazzu shut his eyes tightly while he awaited the boom. No explosion came, though, and Jazzu opened his eyes to see that his cheeks had inflated enough to clamp his snout shut, preventing Zaru from easily putting any more air into the wolf’s body.
Zaru stood back and looked at the sphere of a wolf, chuckling as he admired the car-sized ball. “Well, I would’ve popped ya if I could, but I guess your fat cheeks saved you. I’ll let ya figure out how to deflate on your own, and don’t ask me for help if you see me passing by. Seeya around, pal!” The Wickerbeast slapped Jazzu’s overstretched hide with a grin, listening to the hollow noise his body made in response. With a laugh and another smile, he walked out of the room, satisfied with his newest idea for any other victims he found.
In the meantime, Jazzu sighed to himself, listening to his hide creak every so often as he waited to deflate. Thoughts of the pressure began to creep into his mind, and he realized he should distract himself if he didn’t want to go into a daze. The first thing that came to him was to contemplate what had led him here, and he decided to do exactly that…