Can I Take More?

Story by Muskwalker on SoFurry

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An inflatable makes plans for a good time with a helium tank, but when he posts his invitation online it's a stranger that shows up to help him along.


The tank in my bag was a lot heavier than I expected, for something that was supposed to make things so light. I'd been saving up for a while and today, the day it finally wouldn't put me in the red, I'd gone downtown and plunked down the cash for an experience I'd been longing for for a long time.

I didn't really want to go home, in case I overdid it and trashed the place. But my brother, well, he was going through a period where he was too busy to go online at work anymore, so I couldn't exactly hit him up for a place to stay and blow up in.

And I started looking through my friends list to see if I could find anyone close enough to play with me. Of course all the folks who weren't into it were all suspiciously available--but it's exactly those days you need a kinkster when you can't find one.

Nobody free between here and Omaha.

Oh well, I thought. May as well go home and try it alone.

In case anyone decided to be interested at the last minute I posted out a quick selfie--big blue boomer with a big blue tank--and headed back to my apartment.


Days like this I wished I could afford a better place. It was one of those micro-apartments, where they find a way to make a studio even smaller by making you share a kitchen and bathroom with everyone on the same floor. It was supposed to make it easy on the wallet, but in this town that was true only by comparison. It didn't use to be a special occasion when I had enough to splurge on a two-digit purchase.

I sighed, but held it together. The whole point was to have a decent time, and by heck I was going to.

I scanned the room, picked up anything that looked like it would be fragile, and stuffed it under the mattress. I hadn't really tried to inflate in this place yet; it was a gamble whether I'd have room to pop or if I'd just be crushing everything against the walls, so I figured better safe than sorry.

I set the tank up on the bed and hugged it for a bit, stroking the cool metal cylinder and thinking about the possibility inside. When you're inflatable like me, you get this urge to be full, to take it to its limit, to be firm and taut instead of sagging...

It's been a while, all right?

I hooked the hose up to the tank and reached down to my navel where my nozzle was.

(Deep breath. Blowing up is one thing, but I'm always a little paranoid at the idea of letting my air out.)

I pulled out the nozzle, popped it open, and quickly jammed the free end of the hose onto it.

Well, I thought, checking my phone for any last-minute messages before stowing it under the mattress as well. Here goes.

I turned the little wheel that got the helium flowing.

As I filled out slowly, I realized just how deflated I'd let myself get--I had enough air in me to keep my shape, but I wouldn't, say, have made a good air mattress. I sat in the bed with my paws in front of my face, watching them plump up with the fresh gas.

While the helium slowly pumped my cock to fullness, I realized it'd been way too long. I started stroking it while I still could, feeling the tingle of it swell as my torso bloated out likewise. I'd only have a minute or two at this rate with access to my cock before I couldn't move my arms anymore--I could've stopped the airflow for a bit if I wanted to, but some needs are more important than just getting off.

I leaned back against the wall and let myself fill as my growing belly pushed my hands from my crotch. The blue latex grew to dominate my view like a horizon; the thought of becoming round like a globe led to the thought of becoming as large as a planet--and while that kind of result was certainly out of my reach, it was definitely not out of my imagination. I rolled forward and tried to grind my needy maleness against the bed, probably charging up some static electricity but that was the last thing on my mind at this point.

There was another minute or two of pleasure before the growth of my body kept me from humping the bed any further--my legs were beginning to be swallowed up, leaving me entirely immobile aside from a little helpless rocking back and forth.

It was all out of my hands now. I focused on the stretch of my skin as the gas filled it and anticipated the final blast--if I could get one.

My body was already wedged firmly in the bed's corner and spreading out towards the farther wall. I tried to remember where my limit had been before. Surely I couldn't fill the whole room? That'd suck. To go to all this trouble, then be stuck...

It was going to be close though. My swelling gut pushed furniture against the wall and from the growing ache of tension I could tell that I couldn't hold out much longer.

There was the creak of rubber as I expanded across the floor, a deep resonating sound that told me I was inches from no longer being able to contain the helium. I'm gonna-- I'm gonna--

The pressure of the door hit my gut--only it didn't feel right. I hadn't left it open, had I?

"Ah, I see this party's already started, eh? Glad I didn't miss the big finish..."

I couldn't recognize the intruder by his voice--but I did recognize the sound of the tank's valve being shut off, and the feel of halted inflation. I was taut and round and filled most of the room, and I was at the mercy of whoever it was that'd just come in.

"I saw the picture you posted," he said, and I tried to remember if maybe there was someone on my friends list I hadn't met in person. "A lot of people don't know you can browse by local posts. And when I heard the creaking in the walls upstairs, well..."

There was a firm pressure on my overinflated gut--the stranger was leaning on me.

"...Well, I figured it'd be my duty to help see you out."

He opened the valve again.

"You look like you might be getting full," he said, thumping my poor bloated belly, which gave off that resonating hollow sound balloons like us make when we're full to bursting. "And you may not be able to tell from where you are, but you've still got a good few feet between you and the wall. Plenty of room to grow--let's see you pop."

The stranger grabbed what portion of my creaking belly that he could and started grinding against me. I ought to have been concerned that he might get damaged by the explosion, but instead it reminded me of my own needy member, hugely inflated and being pressed into the mattress in front of me by my overfull gut. I struggled to move my hips, thrusting into the tight space, and hoped I could get off.

Then a hiss erupted from somewhere near my navel. At first I was worried I'd sprung a leak, but my neighbor's voice said "Can't have you blowin' it before I do..."

I whimpered helplessly, unable to move as his dick pressed against my open nozzle, making me little more than a toy for him to jerk off with.

The panic of deflation shook me as more and more of the helium that filled me forced itself out around the stranger's cock, but I had trouble putting together enough composure to object--each thrust managed to rub my gut against my own straining cock, raising my need to intolerable levels.

The stranger was panting from exertion by the time he pulled out and replaced his cock with the hose again. He resumed grinding it against my belly as it refilled; it was half a minute before I was full to straining again, bloating against the far wall as my limit drew near.

"I can't--" I started.

The stranger pressed his dick hard into my gut, and it trembled throbbing as cum shot into my latex. My body made rubbery vwrp noises as he gripped as much of me as he could reach, thrusting as if he wanted his prick to be the one that made me burst.

The intense pressure of fullness transmuted into a moment of climax, a moment of pain, and a final, delirious moment of finally being filled to capacity before it happened:

BLAM.

In the instant I was reduced to scraps I thought I caught a glimpse of my neighbor, but before any recognition could fire, my consciousness faded out.


As I came to, I wasn't sure whether my neighbor would still be there. There were stray bits of me all around the room, as usual; no signs of serious damage, though, and no neighbor.

I waited for my new-formed body to feel functional again, sat up, and turned off the helium. He hadn't been thoughtful enough to do even that, I thought. I'd just been used--just used--and I wasn't sure how I felt about that.

I sighed, and started sweeping up the mess.


It wasn't till later that night, when I was in bed messaging my brother about what had happened that day, that I got the beep of a notification from him.

I mean--I didn't recognize him by his photo or his username or anything. But the distance of '0.3 mi' and my pic on the top of his 'likes' list were the dead giveaway.

"Sorry for disappearing on you," his message said. "I...had to run to the emergency room after you were done. And explain the damage to this poor doctor! And...I'll probably be out of commission for a few days."

I didn't answer; it said he was still typing.

"I only just managed to get back online. I hope you're doing all right. I know you don't know me, but you seem like a nice guy from your feed. If you want to hang out more, well, I can let you know what hospital room I'm in..."

I weighed my thoughts.

On the one hand, the encounter hadn't been uninvited, not really, and it hadn't been unwelcome. And he did seem to want more. And I had apparently seriously injured him. And (I hated to say it) he wasn't unattractive, if the elephant pictured in the icon was anywhere representative of what he'd look like when the doctors were done with him.

On the other hand, I'd spent the whole afternoon feeling rather used, and even if that turned out to be based on a misunderstanding it was still valid to take some time and distance to recover from it.

I took a deep breath and typed out my reply.

"I'll have to think about it."

And I switched back to where I'd been messaging my brother, and asked for his advice: "What would you do?"