Second chapter of the project me,  ima_person, and  theroboticerror are working on.
The thumbnail belongs to  theroboticerror
Warning: This does include popping.
Mystery from Mystery Skulls Animated belongs to MysteryBen27
Roger Rabbit belongs to Touchstone Pictures
Bendy from BATIM belongs to Joey Drew Studios
Bowser belongs to Nintendo
Perry the Platypus from Phineas and Ferb belongs to Dan Povenmire and Jeff "Swampy" Marsh
Tom the cat from Tom and Jerry belongs to Gene Deitch
Ioto belongs to  Ioto
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The sixteen players stand around their platforms, confused and worried about what was going on. While others whined if they should get off or not, there were some who looked at the pile in the middle that was filled with everything from air pumps, jars of slime, food, and blow darts. “Hello everyone, welcome to The Inflation Games.” The announcer's voice said, blaring on a speaker that was attached to poles everywhere. “Here are the rules: after you hear the sound of this airhorn I have, you are going to rush towards the pile of inflation method weapons. Or you can just run in the opposite direction and have less chances of survival. Once you have those things, you can either attack your opponents or avoid them at any cost. The goal is to be the last player standing in the arena, meaning that fifteen of you will meet your demise to burst. But that doesn’t mean that you are going to die. You’ll just be teleported to a new location to have your bellies all patched up. You have three days. If more than one person is still standing after the countdown, no one wins and will be bursted. Any questions?” No one speaks a word after hearing what this person just said. “By the way, there can be teams of two to help work together through this. But be careful in case they try to betray you. Now everyone get ready.” They all focused their attention towards the pile, locking their eyes on what they will bring with them. “On your mark, get set,.....go!” The airhorn screeches into the speaker as everyone starts running towards the pile.


Larry’s POV:
This was just too dangerous for me, running with everyone else towards that pile of stuff. I saw some people taking pumps, air tanks, and even an air pump gun. I didn’t even know those things existed. As for me, all I grabbed was just some bag full of these strange darts. I didn’t even dare to touch them with my wing. I put the bag in my pocket as I tried to make my way out of the field before anyone turned me into a big bird balloon. On my way out, I accidentally bumped into Soda, someone who I met before. “Soda!? Am I so glad to see you.” I said to him as he pulled me up from the ground.

“Larry? It’s good to see you still in one piece.” He pats my shoulder before grabbing my wing and making me run still. “Look, we aren’t safe here.” He tells me as if I didn’t know that in the first place. “Follow me.” He takes me to some remote area of the forest with a lot of trees.

“Can we just stop and take a break? No one is following us.” I said to him as the gloop stops and turns to me. “Do we know where we are going?”

“No, but we can find shelter somewhere. Hopefully there’s a cabin.” He lets go of my hand as he starts going through the things he’s brought. “All I have is some blueberry gum.” He holds out a pack and sighs. “What about you?”

“I got this bag of darts. Not even sure what they do.” I reach out of my pocket and show it to Soda. “I think we need a blowgun for these.” In just a second, something very sharp pokes me in my belly. “Ah!” I screeched before looking down to see an arrow poking above my belly button. “What is that!?” Soda was in shock too to see this. The hose that was attached to the arrow leads onto a tree. Up on that tree was that german shepherd with a pump in his hands.

“Sweet, my first target.” Shawn shouts at Soda and I before he starts to use the pump. I could feel my belly swelling outwards, turning into a potbelly.

“Hey, stop that!” I yell at the dog as he didn’t stop. My big feathery belly was lifting up my shirt, exposing it. “Please...I don’t want to...pop!” I grunt from my other body parts blowing up. My tights, butt, feet, arms, chest, and back. They started to rip my clothes apart from the seams and buttons. “Nnnngghh!” I grunt from how tight my clothes were getting on me. It went into a sudden burst as scraps flew out everywhere.

“Mmff!” I mumbled when my cheeks were blown up like two big balloons. I didn’t have a chance of surviving this as I felt tighter and tighter. “Mmmmff!” I kept on crying out to Soda who couldn’t save me. My taut creaks and groans with a reddish color where the arrow and my belly button is at. “Mmmmffff!” I let out one last muffle before my whole body exploded, leaving a loud boom. That’s when I was teleported to a strange place where these people patched up my bursted belly.

Kyle’s POV:
I really hated doing this. All of the running and equipment carrying I needed to use to survive in these woods. I took a couple of moments to catch my breath, even sitting down as my big fat gut expands and deflates from the breathing. To be honest, all I could grab was some rope, nothing else. I stood up again, putting the rope on my shoulder, and decided to walk this time, much better than running my pudgy legs off.

Clearly, I know that I might be the last person to run out to the field and grab things. I was just lucky enough to not get inflated back there before a whole minute into the game. It was absolute chaos. I could barely even make it through to get this heap of junk. I have no idea when this’ll be useful. Apparently, according to the “host” guy running this thing, I picked up one of the only objects that wasn’t capable of any inflating abilities. Just my luck, I suppose. Just as I started thinking, “things can’t get any worse,” I met ‘him.’ That weird, goopy monster thing from the start; the one that calls himself Soda, I think (well, he did look like he was made out of it, he was lucky I didn’t start drinking him too, I was very thirsty). I tried to be quite casual and friendly with him, but it seemed like something… happened to him. He was angry, and I had no idea why. Since this was a battle royale situation, I knew I had to leave. I ran as fast as I could (obviously not very far because of my weight, but as fast as I could go), until I made a wrong turn, and I found myself trapped against a cliff side.

“Where’d you think you’re going?!” He screamed at me.

I tried climbing up, but I couldn’t; my gut was too big and heavy for me to even lift myself a couple of inches up. Soda flipped me around and shoved his arm into my mouth. Let me tell you something, when someone chases you down then shoves their arm into your mouth, you have no idea what’s going to happen to you, but all you know is it’s gonna be bad. Turns out, soda was made out of soda (I think it was cherry), and it tasted amazing! Sure I was being filled up real quick but, y’know, I didn’t mind it. I put my paws on my belly, feeling the carbonated beverage expand my already large gut, and it felt good. I’ve always wanted to be bigger and now I was. My stomach just kept growing and growing, bigger and bigger, it didn’t stop. By this point I was the size of, roughly, a huge boulder, and it didn’t stop. I kept drinking from Soda, my belly getting slightly red at this point, but there was plenty of room for more.

“Mmph!” I muffled, my paws not even being able to reach the end of my tum now. It was just too big! I felt so bloated and heavy from the liquid too, so even if I wanted to get away I couldn’t. Now, at this point, I’d drank at least half a gallon, and it showed. I was so round! But, this is where it actually started getting bad. My weight was finally too much for my legs, making me collapse onto my belly. The liquid sloshed about so much, I could feel it move from side to side. My body started pushing me upward, and the end of my stomach was completely red. I knew it was coming any second now, as the delicious drink started to become a hurtful bloat. It stung so much. Soda looked at me, knowing my time was about to come and doubled the rate of the soda. I was half the height of the cliffside now. Sadly though, it had to end. My belly creaked incredibly loudly, growing a few more inches unhh the il it gave way I’m one massive soloist of carbonated goodness. The next thing I remember, I was in here; a hospital building with only one other person: that eagle from earlier. Well, at least I wasn’t the first to pop.

Oliver's POV:
I was a bit disappointed to not get popped when we were all at the pile. It could’ve been me who would have been popped instead of two people who I heard burst. Now I loved being popped by mostly anything. So why should I take the chance to win the game if I don’t get popped? I mean, as someone who is a pooltoy deserves to be bigger and bigger until the big bang happens. There has to be someone close to me who really wants to increase their chances to win. “Hello? Is someone there?” I call out, trying to get someone’s attention. “If you want to pop me, I’m right here.” I wouldn’t call it a risk I’m taking but more like getting the chance to be popped. Although if they leave me deflated for the rest of my life, we are going to have problems.

Two minutes later of waiting, I hear shuffling leaves right where the bushes were. I jerked my head towards those thick bushes, hoping that it’s someone who wants to pop me? “Are you here to pop me?” The ruffling continued still until they came out, revealing a blue and orange four legged dragon, Jason.

“Hey there.” Jason greets, shaking the leaves off of him. “I can’t believe we are still here.” He looks around to see if anyone else was here. “So what were you saying about wanting to pop you?” He asks.

“Umm, I know this sounds easy but can you pop me? Not like finding something sharp and tearing a hole, but more like inflating me until I burst.” I explained to him.

“Wait….” Jason wasn’t sure on how to react to this. I could see him pondering around and trying to make sense of what I said before. “You want me to pop you?” Now he was getting it.

“Are you willing?” I ask him, stepping one foot closer to him. “I just want to feel big and burst like fireworks.” I felt like this was the time to have him do it to me, although I have no idea how or what weapons he picked up.

Jason sits on the ground and thinks this through. I sat down too, waiting for his response. It shouldn’t be really hard for him. He wants to win and I want to pop, so I didn’t see any problem with this. “You know what? I’ll do it, just because you are very willing to do this. He goes back on his fours again as I hopped up excitedly to know he was going to pop me. “Just don’t play any tricks on me.” He comes up to me and finds the naval on my belly. “Umm, there?” He asks, pointing to my closed naval.

“Oh yeah, that’s the only way you can inflate me.” I lay on my back as he climbs on me since he looks way smaller than me. Then I helped him open the valve before any air was to blow away. He quickly puts his mouth on it and starts taking deep breaths before exhaling into me. I can feel myself expanding with hot air, like I was becoming some sort of hot air balloon. “Mmmmm, keep going.” Jason was looking at me strange like I was enjoying it, which I was.

“Mmmff.” [Don’t do a blowback on me.] He muffles, still blowing into me. My belly was inflating to the point where he started being lifted up. My arms and legs were puffed up, unbendable and immobile.

“I feel….big and swollen. I want to pop.” I told him with my cheeks all puffy and big. Jason was still going, not stopping as I was unmovable and huge. The only issue with hot air is that it turns me into a flying balloon. I can tell because my back wasn’t touching the ground anymore and Jason was lifting up with me. “Umm, Jason. You better do it quickly before we reach the sky.” I tell him, while he keeps on puffing me up. The blue and orange dragon was starting to run out of breath, weakly blowing into me.

He lets go of my tube and huffs loudly, trying to catch his breath. “Wow, you are hard to pop.” But that didn’t mean he’s going to stop as he goes back to blowing me. After a few feet off of the ground, my taut belly was see through with squeaking creaks. I could feel the popping coming.

“Mmmfff, almost there. Finish it up.” I said to him. Jason nods and takes a hugely deep breath and blows hardly into my body, giving one last puff before I had a tore in my body. At that moment, a large bang came from my belly as Jason was flown into the air while me and my opened body fell to the ground. It felt so good and amazing, wanting to do it again. All of the sudden, my body was being teleported to this strange place. All I could see were the fat wolf and thin eagle being treated for their popped bellies. So those must have been the guys that popped first. Still, I had a great time.


Jacob’s POV:
Yeah, I’m probably the least interesting person to talk to about the popping. Nothing interesting happened to me, just a dumb mistake. Seriously, I think I was the fourth one to pop. I guess I’m lucky since I wasn’t the first though, but atleast the others were popped by someone else and not because some stupid mistake they made. I can tell you want to know what I did, so hold, lemme explain: that air horn had gone off and I was the first to the pile (y’know, thanks to my “epic gamer speed”). I was never gonna use any of the weapons offensively, I don’t even like being inflated. I hate it. I was only gonna use these in self defence, so I thought it would be in my best interest to just set up camp and find a teammate. Maybe lay a few traps to keep me safe. Unfortunately, all the weapons were too heavy for me and all I could carry was this stupid jar full of slime, and even then it was too heavy for me. I couldn’t get 30 feet away from the weapon pile without needing a sit down because it was just too much for me. You have no idea how bad it was. After getting my breath back, I hopped my ass off trying to trek a mountain, but when I got to the top, my god was it worth it. The view was amazing, and guess how lucky I was to find a cave with living quarters already in it! At the time I thought, “hold on, that probably means someone came up here already,” but it turned out, that the people running this thing (or as I like to call them, “monsters”) had different living spaces hidden across this place as a reward for doing something risky. So, for me, I found the one on top of such a high place, or steep climb, and there are others like one behind a waterfall, one inside a ravine and another in the literal middle of nowhere. I ran as fast as I could towards that cave, but that was my downfall. I tripped on something, (probably a rock or pebble) and I dropped the jar. The glass smashed and the slime poured out, which I thought would be fine, until it started moving towards me. I couldn’t get up, I was in pain, (I was cut by glass and I tripped, it hurt y’know) so I just sat there staring at it as the slime hurled toward me. I kept my mouth shut, but it’s almost like it grew hands as it just forced it open and started shoving itself inside me. My cheeks puffed up immediately, it literally filled my entire maw and forced itself down my throat. I didn’t swallow, or anything. It just climbed it’s way down into my stomach. It felt strange to say the least. It was really thick. Smooth too. It was like drinking off milk, but it had the flavour of sour apple. It was then that I noticed what it was doing. It was filling me. I finally noticed when I saw my belly. I could see it bulge slowly outward, as I saw my fur start to make itself known. It was pressing through my shirt and jacket and I felt the wind blow against it more and more. The slime continued to pile itself into me, pushing my stomach out more and more. You have no idea how worried I was, my trouser button had already popped at this point, making the orb of a belly I had, move forcefully forward. Next was my jacket zipper. My tum was pushing so far out that it forced my jacket and shirt to move up, pushing it to my chest. I couldn’t reach the end of it now! The slime forced itself more and more into my gullet, making me bigger and bigger. I groaned in embarrassment at how huge I was; luckily nobody could see me though. My stomach had extended into my lap, and almost immediately after, it reached my feet. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t do anything. I was just a massive ball of fluff and I was only getting larger. My belly started getting tight, it looked incredibly red, so red you wouldn’t believe it used to be white. I muffled as I continued to grow, still being filled by the slime. I tried to rub my stomach but I couldn’t reach the part in pain; only my sides and even then it was a very small area of it. The orb connected to me creaked, and soon after, I gave one last groan and popped! I found myself here, in the hospital like everybody else. I can’t believe that’s how I popped; setting off my own trap after tripping. I’m such a dumb bunny. Atleast it’s over now though.

Percy’s POV:
Sneaking around is my speciality. The trees are my friends and they help me with blending in. As a secret agent and a predator to my job, I use these methods to catch my prey. But this time, I’m here to pop someone. All I brought with me is a grappling hook and some strange looking candies. Not sure how the second one will help, but the grappling hook is something that I’ll love to use since my job at OWCA. I wonder if Shawn and Perry have one too. While hopping around the trees, I look down to see if I can find anyone, including Perry and Shawn, I can attack. Maybe play with them a little as a ball of….whatever these candies do. I really feel like a cat sometimes.

A few minutes later, I still found no one. And according to my watch, only twelve people were still here and surviving. I don’t know who popped, but that should have been me who popped them. It was starting to get boring up here, but I want to keep myself safe. So what do I do? Just lay on a branch and relax, holding onto the supplies I got. Maybe a little nap wouldn’t be so bad after all. No, I can’t. I really don’t want to get myself at risk with other inflators trying to find me. Staying awake and active is the only way I can win.

I interrupt my relaxing break and keep hopping tree to tree. Being confident and brave is all I need to be right now. Unfortunately, as I made a step on a branch I thought it was safe, it cracked. “Whoa!” I let out as I fell to the ground. Luckily, I was a feline and able to land on my feet. But the branch breaking and my shouting might have blown away my cover, meaning that anyone who heard that could be looking in the trees for me. I checked if I got all of my things in my backpack. Grappling hook and the candies are all I got in there which was good. So now, I’m going to find a new hiding place until I start inflating some people.

As I looked around, I could feel something shoot into my back. “Ouch!” I reached for it and discovered that it was some sort of dart. I was alerted by this and turned my back, seeing no one there. Then I look down at my belly thinking that it was some sort of inflating dart that’s going to pop me like an overinflated balloon. Fortunately or unfortunately, that was not the case. I was yawning and my eyes felt heavy. “Uh oh.” I said after realizing that it was a sleepy dart. I spin around to see who shot that dart at me, but no one would reveal themselves. With one last step, I fell to the ground with my body numb and my eyes shut, sleeping until I woke up.
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I’m not sure how much I slept or what happened during that time, but I knew I was in deep trouble. While waking up, my paws were above my head and unmovable for some reason as my legs were cramped together. “Look who’s waking up.” A male voice said, sounding strangely evil. This person was right in front of my blurry view and I couldn’t rub my eyes. So I blinked and rubbed them on the upper part of my arm. Now clearly, it was an ink demon, Bendy, who was in front of me, smiling while holding something in his hand. “I thought I was going to do this while you sleep.”

“You gotta be kidding me.” I wasn’t going to go out like this, not without a fight. Whatever was straining my paws and legs to keep me tied up, they were really strong. “Let go of me and fight!” I demanded of him.

“That’s not what this game is all about. I’m just here to pop some bellies.” Bendy says, doing what he wants. “I did have to use that rope on your grappling hook to tie you up.” So that’s what this strange thin black is. I was actually mad that I didn’t get to use it, but at least I know what it would have looked like. I did look up and see that my paws were suspended to a branch, strong enough not to break with my strength. “So any last words before I pop your furry belly?” Bendy asks, rubbing my belly. It has a six pack and everything, along with some fluff like he said. Then out of nowhere, he takes my fedora and puts it on his head.

“Hey, give that back!” The last thing I said to him before he shoves that hose in my house and wraps it around with tape he grabbed.

“Some last words there.” Bendy chuckles, going over to a few inches away from where I am. He’s mischievous and a bully, teasing and playing with me like I’m his pet. “Are you thirsty, let me get you some water.” He grins and turns on a faucet with a hose attached to it, the same hose attached to my mouth. Bendy kept turning it all the way until the valve broke. So that means there is no way that it’s going to stop. I can feel the water rushing into my mouth as I tried my best not to swallow it down. Once my cheeks were too big hold, I had no choice but to swallow the water. With a couple of gulps, my buff body started to turn into a bloated one.

“Mmmfff!” I let out, still trying my best to get out of the rope. There was nothing I could do but to accept my fate. Bendy took that as a fun way to enjoy himself. He literally sat down in front of me, on my legs, since he’s a small guy, and rubbed my belly. At this point, I wanted to eat him, even if he tasted like ink. This demon was evil and playing with me. Ironic that I would have done the same thing if I was the inflator. My belly sloshes and grows with growls and gurgles.

The ink demon rubs his inky hands on my pot belly, doing what he can to embarrass me. “Be a good kitty cat and fill that tummy up.” Being teased by someone was not my favorite thing to do, even if Cameron or anyone else enjoyed it. I groan and whine when it starts to hurt. It’s the size bigger than a basketball and still going. “Keep going, you’re not finished.” The more gulps I made, the more I was whining. I really hated this more than Cameron bothering me with his crime sprees. I was lucky that it wasn’t him who was doing this or I would have started blushing all the way until the end.

“Mmmmff!” I muffle louder for five minutes, watching my swelling belly being the size of a beach ball. Bendy had to get off of my legs for my furry water belly to spread more. It really hurted and it felt tight, maybe red now.

“I wish I could watch you pop up this close but I don’t want the water to splash over me.” Bendy says, taking a couple of steps back so the water wouldn’t hit him. Even when I’m going through the pain of having a taut belly, it did make sense that Bendy would step away from water, he’s made out of ink. More importantly, this also means that my belly is going to pop less than a minute, it was already the size of a yoga ball and I can’t see Bendy nor my legs anymore.

“Mmmff!” I keep on muffling while the creaking sounds start to cover that up.


“Here it comes……” Bendy said, hiding behind a giant log for cover. SLOOPSH! My belly pops with water splashing everywhere and was immediately teleported to this strange place where these robots started to nurse my opened belly. I was groaning and whining in pain, but at least I knew it was over.