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WARNING: This story contains some farts and fatal popping.
Awakening in a brick cellar, an anthro wolf finds himself shackled to a wooden table with his limbs outstretched. Gray-furred with a white abdomen, the tall canine struggles to break free. Dressed in nothing but prison irons, it seems he's lost his sandals. “Where am I...?” Whimpers Sebastian, finding himself beside a giant vintage barrel labeled: APPLE CIDER, FRESH CRUSHED. “Good, the skinny mutt's done with his little nap.” Sighs Daisy, an anthro pig woman. Lumbering near in denim overalls, she begins tickling the wolves feet with a feather. “Ah, please, no! S-Stop!” Cries Sebastian, laughing crazily. Pausing her warm-up torture method, the woman glares at him in sheer judgment.
Regaining his composure, the wolf growls in return. “Hey pig, why am I here? Lemme go!” Sebastian barks. “Oh hush, I know it was you who ate my chickens – I have the whole thing on security footage!” Speaking authoritatively, the wolf becomes quite nervous. “Uh, I don't know what you're talking about...” He lies, ears wilted as he looks away pathetically. “Typical.” Shrugging her shoulders, Daisy grabs a hose with an iron muzzle strapped to it. “Hey, what's that fo-” Interrupted, the woman clicks the device to his face – the spout stuck firmly into his mouth. Eyes widening, Sebastian panics as he notices that the opposite end of the hose is screwed onto the cider barrels spigot. “Mph, mph!” He struggles.
Shifting the valve to full blast, unsweetened apple cider begins filling the wolves mouth. Refusing to swallow, his cheeks comically swell up like two balloons. “Don't be shy dear, I know you have a big apatite. Here, let mama help.” Saying so in a cold care-taking manner, the pig rubs his throat to help him swallow. “Ulp...! Ulp, ulp, ulp-” After one big gulp, Sebastian can't stop himself from consistently drinking. “That's a good boy!” Smiles Daisy, sadistically. Moaning faintly, the wolf squirms his frail body side to side – sloshing gradually louder as he inflates with liquid. “Oh dear, you're getting a belly!” Comments the pig, prodding his bloating center. Cross-eyed, tears trickle down his cheeks with regret.
Unable to shift his body anymore, the weight in his belly has become far too great. Even if his wrists and ankles were unshackled, Sebastian's engorged abdomen has rendered him immobile. “Gosh, your stomach is getting very tight. I don't even hear you sloshing anymore!” Daisy notices. Looking as if he's pregnant with quadruplets at nine months, the wolves belly button pops out loudly. Immediately after, he squirts out a nasty wet fart. “Pee-yew, what a stinky dog you are!” Shouts the pig, pointing and laughing at his dismay. Gradually, vague stretch marks trail up the sides of his broadly inflating girth – approaching the size of a yoga ball. “MPH...! HMPH...!” Sobbing hard, he whines and begs for mercy.
Full beyond belief with a sore throat, Sebastian's overtaxed flesh creaks with pressure. The high-pitched twangs of his drum-tight abdomen have become the apple of Daisy's eye. Standing directly in front of him, the pig watches his long skinny legs flail uselessly – the shadow of his hugely spherical belly shading them, she's unable to see the upper half of his body anymore. Ominously, the surface around his outie navel gains a sore reddish hue. By this point, Sebastian's gained so much cider-weight, the table he's strapped to is even starting to crack. Bloated to grotesquely massive proportions, the wolf finishes off the barrel – literally one single gulp away from exploding. Promptly, the pig walks back around to his head. Careful not to accidentally burst him, She unstraps the device from his face.
”UUUUUUURB...! Belching astronomically hard and loud, Sebastian groans in pain. The burbling rumble of his midsection sounds like a swirling nightmare of digestive torture. “My goodness, you've really let yourself go.” Mentions Daisy, seeing her own reflection in the fine sheen of his ballooned belly. With his raw abdominal flesh on full display between his thinning fur line, all the wolf is capable of anymore is passing gas. “Well, since you're so good at being my little wolfy fart factory – I guess it's time to reward you with a kiss.” Speaking softly with a devious undertone, the pig inhales deeply. Pressing her lips against his, Daisy blows air down his throat. “MPH!!!” Moaning for the last time, the wolf explodes into a tidal wave of apple cider – flooding the cellar with one very satisfied pig. THE END
Awakening in a brick cellar, an anthro wolf finds himself shackled to a wooden table with his limbs outstretched. Gray-furred with a white abdomen, the tall canine struggles to break free. Dressed in nothing but prison irons, it seems he's lost his sandals. “Where am I...?” Whimpers Sebastian, finding himself beside a giant vintage barrel labeled: APPLE CIDER, FRESH CRUSHED. “Good, the skinny mutt's done with his little nap.” Sighs Daisy, an anthro pig woman. Lumbering near in denim overalls, she begins tickling the wolves feet with a feather. “Ah, please, no! S-Stop!” Cries Sebastian, laughing crazily. Pausing her warm-up torture method, the woman glares at him in sheer judgment.
Regaining his composure, the wolf growls in return. “Hey pig, why am I here? Lemme go!” Sebastian barks. “Oh hush, I know it was you who ate my chickens – I have the whole thing on security footage!” Speaking authoritatively, the wolf becomes quite nervous. “Uh, I don't know what you're talking about...” He lies, ears wilted as he looks away pathetically. “Typical.” Shrugging her shoulders, Daisy grabs a hose with an iron muzzle strapped to it. “Hey, what's that fo-” Interrupted, the woman clicks the device to his face – the spout stuck firmly into his mouth. Eyes widening, Sebastian panics as he notices that the opposite end of the hose is screwed onto the cider barrels spigot. “Mph, mph!” He struggles.
Shifting the valve to full blast, unsweetened apple cider begins filling the wolves mouth. Refusing to swallow, his cheeks comically swell up like two balloons. “Don't be shy dear, I know you have a big apatite. Here, let mama help.” Saying so in a cold care-taking manner, the pig rubs his throat to help him swallow. “Ulp...! Ulp, ulp, ulp-” After one big gulp, Sebastian can't stop himself from consistently drinking. “That's a good boy!” Smiles Daisy, sadistically. Moaning faintly, the wolf squirms his frail body side to side – sloshing gradually louder as he inflates with liquid. “Oh dear, you're getting a belly!” Comments the pig, prodding his bloating center. Cross-eyed, tears trickle down his cheeks with regret.
Unable to shift his body anymore, the weight in his belly has become far too great. Even if his wrists and ankles were unshackled, Sebastian's engorged abdomen has rendered him immobile. “Gosh, your stomach is getting very tight. I don't even hear you sloshing anymore!” Daisy notices. Looking as if he's pregnant with quadruplets at nine months, the wolves belly button pops out loudly. Immediately after, he squirts out a nasty wet fart. “Pee-yew, what a stinky dog you are!” Shouts the pig, pointing and laughing at his dismay. Gradually, vague stretch marks trail up the sides of his broadly inflating girth – approaching the size of a yoga ball. “MPH...! HMPH...!” Sobbing hard, he whines and begs for mercy.
Full beyond belief with a sore throat, Sebastian's overtaxed flesh creaks with pressure. The high-pitched twangs of his drum-tight abdomen have become the apple of Daisy's eye. Standing directly in front of him, the pig watches his long skinny legs flail uselessly – the shadow of his hugely spherical belly shading them, she's unable to see the upper half of his body anymore. Ominously, the surface around his outie navel gains a sore reddish hue. By this point, Sebastian's gained so much cider-weight, the table he's strapped to is even starting to crack. Bloated to grotesquely massive proportions, the wolf finishes off the barrel – literally one single gulp away from exploding. Promptly, the pig walks back around to his head. Careful not to accidentally burst him, She unstraps the device from his face.
”UUUUUUURB...! Belching astronomically hard and loud, Sebastian groans in pain. The burbling rumble of his midsection sounds like a swirling nightmare of digestive torture. “My goodness, you've really let yourself go.” Mentions Daisy, seeing her own reflection in the fine sheen of his ballooned belly. With his raw abdominal flesh on full display between his thinning fur line, all the wolf is capable of anymore is passing gas. “Well, since you're so good at being my little wolfy fart factory – I guess it's time to reward you with a kiss.” Speaking softly with a devious undertone, the pig inhales deeply. Pressing her lips against his, Daisy blows air down his throat. “MPH!!!” Moaning for the last time, the wolf explodes into a tidal wave of apple cider – flooding the cellar with one very satisfied pig. THE END
Category Story / Inflation
Species Wolf
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