(EDIT 21/12/23:  Garlickey wrote me some INCREDIBLE stories based on both this image and https://www.furaffinity.net/view/54453234/! Please check 'em out!!~)

“Hnnnnnnnnggggg, oooooooohhhh, I-I don’t think this was such a good idea…”

Drift attempted to flap his arms, but all he was able to do in his current form was wiggle his fingers. It had started innocently enough, with the simple question from his boyfriend of how long he could actually go without farting. Drift was a naturally gassy bird, letting loose room-shaking gas at the regular throughout the day, but he decided to take on the challenge that Creffy gave him. Things didn’t go well at first, as the longest Drift was able to hold in his gas was an hour; when he had finally released it all in one gigantic blast it had nearly leveled their house, and left a thick green cloud floating over the block.

But Creffy was sure they could go even longer. Their method, though, was a bit… unorthodox.

“What are you talking about?” Creffy said, poking at the giant cork that had been inserted into Drift’s ass. “This is working perfectly. We’ve already passed the hour mark, and there hasn’t been a leak yet!”

“I guess, but look at me!”

Creffy was more than happy to; there was a loud hissing, gurgling noise filling the room as Drift’s body inflated like a balloon, getting larger right before their eyes. Drift’s hoodie had ridden up to only cover his top half, his big blimpy belly on display for everyone to see, and his arms and legs were completely sunken into his frame, the only movement coming from feeble wiggles of his fingers and toes. Even his neck had inflated, giving him such a massively puffy collar that he had to tilt his head up to be able to speak. They had just managed to get him outside before he out-grew the house, and now he was lightly bouncing around, the only movement coming from when a bit of gas slipped from the cork.

“Oh I am,” Creffy said, giving Drift’s body a huge squeeze which caused another bout of gas to escape. “You’re super hot as a big balloon. Does it feel nice?”

“It, uh…” Drift started to blush. “Maybe a little, yeah…”

Creffy continued to hug Drift, until he noticed something odd: his feet were no longer touching the ground. He waved his feet around a bit to try to find ground that never came, then looked down to find the grass getting further away.

“Uhhhhhh,” Creffy said, scrambling to the top of Drift as they got higher. “This is unexpected.”

“Get me down GET ME DOWN!” Drift yelled, his eyes closed tightly as he futilely wiggled his toes. “What are we supposed to do now?!”

Drift opened his eyes to find himself face-to-face with Creffy, who had a huge grin on his face.

“I say we enjoy it,” Creffy said. “You’re such a sexy fart balloon… how about we let you grow until that cork pops and you cover the whole state in your gas?”

Drift’s face got even redder and his eyes sparkled slightly. “T…that sounds nice…”