Due to a lot of requests, I finally decided to attempt this. I will admit, it piqued my interest.

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"So, let me get this straight." The werewolf said, pinching the bridge of his nose and squinting his eyes shut. "You want to insert an air pump into my belly button and pump the air into it?"

The person nodded. "If you wouldn't mind! Your belly button is nice and deep, and I'm sure the nozzle would stick!"

"Okay, first off. That's weird." The werewolf snarled. "Second off, my navel will just push the air pump out when a lick of air is pressed into that extremely small cavity!"

"I'll buy you lunch! Heard you like salads! Just for thirty seconds!"

"Okay, fine.... Thirty seconds. But, the moment that nozzle pops out, I'm done. Capiche?"

The person smiled. "Don't worry, it wont!" They lifted up Sarge's shirt and inserted the nozzle into his bellybutton. They then started to pump furiously.

The werewolf stared, expecting the nozzle to pop out at any moment. Yet, it stayed in. While he stared, anticipating it to pop out, he felt a bit stiff. It was probably from staring down at the nozzle for such a long time.

He closed his eyes, groaning. "Okay, thirty seconds are up."

"But you're looking so plump!"

"Take it out now, please." He opened his eyes to find the nozzle so he could take it out. Yet, to his amazed horror, he couldn't see the nozzle over his belly, let alone reach the nozzle with his arms. Was his belly expanding.

He touched a hand to his mouth, noticing it started to feel strange. Much to his chagrin, his teeth and mouth were squishy... and felt like rubber. "Well, shoot." He grumbled as he poked his now rubbery belly. "At least it feels nice."

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Sergeant Wolf/art (C)  Juntarhenogu Me