Richard’s Big Secret (Part 2)

After drinking those 24 beers, Richard has been slouching on the long chair in Oscar’s backyard for 30 minutes. He had pissed away most of the beer while lying down, hand-free, shooting a powerful stream across the garden. And yet, he was still looking inflated from all the gas trapped in his fitness ball-sized belly. The boys needed to cool down in the pool on this hot summer day, but Richard was completely drunk, so Oscar had fetched an item that might help the mechanic float safely in the water.

O: “Look Bob, the guys at the gym gave me something as a joke because of my recent gains. It would be perfect! Check it out, it’s a giant inflatable pig! I’m not even mad, it’s quite cute! He he he!”

Bob didn’t respond, his eyes fixed on the inflated belly of their friend.

B: “I think Richard is a gainer.”

O: “What?! That fella? No way, man. Just… no.”

B: “Do you think someone would drink as much without loving the feeling of being full?”
O: “I- I don’t know man, I just think Richard loves to chug. When we were younger, Richard always loved drinking challenges! He would chug an entire 791 ml bottle of Coke in one go to impress me! That’s his classic move! He would keep the air in and he would look pregnant! Hahaha! He was very thin at the time. But now that he’s bigger, I’m always gifting him a 2-liter bottle when I go to his garage, as a reminder of our past together. He loves that soda so much, he would chug the entire thing in front of me each time, and bloat up… and…”
B: “...”
O: “Oh. Oh!!”
B: “Oh boy! Ha ha ha! You can be such a big dummy sometimes! Ha ha ha! How come you never saw it?”
He gave a big manly slap on the back of his boyfriend to tease him, but the colossal muscle-men didn’t even flinch, too heavy to be toppled.

O: “I just thought… Fuck. Now what?”
B: “What da ya mean, big guy? Nothing changes. Richard is still our friend, more than ever, even. He’s in our gang, but he might not even know it himself. We just have to wait until he’s ready to tell us.”

Oscar was staring into space, reconsidering every moment with his friend under a different light. Bob snapped his finger right in front of Oscar’s eye.

B: “Earth calling Oscar, do you copy? Ha ha ha! Come on big guy, we have a pig to inflate.” And he slapped Oscar again, this time on one of his leather-covered buttcheeks. The big bear blushed. Bob kissed him.

O: “Hum, hey Richard, you good? Maybe it would be a good time to swim, it’s so hot…”

R: “Yeah...so…hot…” *moan*

O: “We don’t want you to drown, buddy, so I’m gonna inflate this pig for you, you’ll be able to float with us.”

R: “Inflate…this…pig…” *moan*

O: “Take your clothes off, I’m sure you’ll feel better. HEY BOB? Can you help me remove his coveralls? He’s drenched in sweat.”

Before proceeding to undress the drunk fellow, the bearded bear, and the hairy pig also removed their clothes, ready to go for a swim. Bob’s speedo was obscenely small: it would have been a good fit a hundred pounds ago, but now his enormous butt was stretching it to its limit. Oscar’s swimsuit was equally tight, but for him, it was his junk that was stretching the fabric. This dick was still fluffed from seeing Richard’s inflation, and his balls have been growing for 7 days, gorged with cum, because he was planning a cuddling evening with Bob.

Oscar lifted Richard’s entire body in the air while Bob yanked off the wet worker’s uniform. Richard had worn his swimsuit all day under his clothes, but honestly, it wasn’t really necessary now as his belly had grown big enough to completely cover his junk. He could be naked and it wouldn’t make a difference. His hairy fat pad was barely contained by the piece of fabric: half of it was bulging out of the speedo. Oscar used his inhuman strength to get the guy up on his feet, while Bob was trying to stabilize him, making sure he wouldn’t crumble. But the heaviness of the huge bloated belly made the mechanic fall forward… Bob, in front of him, cushioned his fall with his own belly, and the two spheres bounced and jiggle around under the eyes of an extremely horny Oscar. “Damn, you guys…”

The drunk finally steadied himself, standing and immobile as a statue, not able to move one bit.

O: “That inflatable pig is so big… Can you grab the belly and tell me when it’s inflated enough?”

R: “Belly…inflated…” *moan*

Oscar grabbed a hand pump and plugged the tube into the opening of the floatie, which happened to be the pig’s mouth. He then pumped with all of his strength, so fast that the tube could have exploded from the pressure. But the fake pig, larger than a mattress, was inflating too slowly for Oscar’s taste.

O: “Mmhph. Wait for me Richard, I have an air compressor we can use.”

Richard blushed at the idea of having an air compressor close to him now. He was way too horny to watch something inflate under his fingers without losing control of himself.

Oscar pushed the tube into the pig's mouth and flipped the compressor switch.

O: “Here we go! I better reduce the pressure, we don’t want to pop this pig!”
R: *moan* “Pop…this...Pig…” *moan*

Bob rolled his eyes, chuckling under his breath, seeing that Oscar wouldn't even see how his words made Richard even more excited. He loves his big dumb bear so much...

Richard was sweating profusely, and the hot weather had nothing to do with it. He could feel the squeaky plastic pig growing under his fingers. He was SO horny.

The bloat from the beer wasn’t helping: he was still working hard to hold that gigantic bubble of air inside him.

O: “It reminds me of a story I heard on the news the other day! There was this trucker who fell on a compressed air hose, it pierced his butt, and inflated him like a balloon! Ha ha ha! Poor little fella! Hey Bob, how big do you think you could get if I would inflate you like that?”

Richard was clenching every part of his body, afraid to burst from horniness.

B: “I could probably fill your entire backyard. My big belly would topple your house.” *he winked*
Richard was audibly moaning.

O: “Every time you would belch or fart some air, I would use a hand pump to keep you inflated at your max, for days! Ha ha ha”

B: “My max? I think it would be hard to maintain because I would probably stretch even bigger every day!”

By now, the horny mechanic was shaking, sweating, and panting. The two bears looked at each other, puzzled.

Out of the blue, Richard screamed at the top of his lungs.
R: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
In a burst of rage, he tossed the pig aside, ripped his speedo, pushed Oscar to the side, grabbed the air compressor tube, and shoved it up his ass.

The humming of the air compressor resonated inside Richard’s growing ball belly.

Oscar and Bob were completely shocked. They just stood there, paralyzed, unable to do anything else than watch their friend inflate himself with air.

But that’s not all. The inflating men grabbed the manual air pump and fed the tube down his throat. You could see his entire body grow half an inch larger every time he pumped. *Pump* *Pump* *Pump* *Pump*

The beer-bloated belly was growing at a steady rate. He was pumping with vigor: his cheeks were blowing up like a frog’s neck, and pushing huge bubbles of air into his throat, and then, into his already-bloated stomach.

Oscar had to face the fact: Richard was definitely a gainer, one who loves to inflate himself. But most of all, his belly was the most elastic thing he had ever seen.

It was getting so big! At least three times larger than his shoulder. Larger than a car. You could probably fit 6 barrels of beer inside that tank at that moment, and he was still growing…

B: “Should…Should we do something?”

O: “The compressor! Shut it down before he blows up!”

Richard stopped pumping air for a moment, just to let a single heavy word come out of his mouth.

R: “DOOON’T”

Bob & Oscar were speechless and amazed by the show. Their friend was puffing up, literally ballooning in front of them. His belly was now touching the ground. Soon, Richard was reaching Bob’s record size. They could not believe it.

O: “You have to stop, bro! You’re gonna pop!”

But Richard kept pumping like a madman, while the air compressor was still blowing air into him. Completely drunk from the beer and the lust, he didn’t care about anything else than getting bigger than ever before. He was amazed by his own size and unexplainably felt able of getting even larger.

He had inflated himself so much that his hands and feet were starting to be swallowed by his ballooning arms and legs. He couldn’t hold the hand pump anymore, as his arms were disappearing inside his body. He ejected the tube from his mouth and the tool fell to the ground. He clenched his mouth to keep all the air in as much as possible. His cheeks were inflating from the excess air coming from his stomach. Every part of him was starting to get rounder, fuller, ready to blow. He was literally ballooning up, becoming more spherical by the second.

O: “That must be you’re maximum! I mean, you can’t possibly grow bigger than that! I’m gonna turn the compressor off!”

R: “NO! JUST…A BIT…MOOOOOORE…”

Richard, now two stories tall, bigger than a bouncy castle, was still inflating.

R: “OOOOFF. I’M…SO…BIG…” *Pant* MORE!… BIGGER!…”

And he was still growing, almost reaching three stories tall. His pecs were spheres the size of fitness balls. His arms were two balls bigger than Bob’s body. And his belly, well, it was almost big enough to cover the entire surface of the pool.

Before Oscar had the time to react, the air compressor was completely covered by Richard’s inflating body.

O: “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I can’t turn it off now. Oh god.”

Bob was also panicking, running in circles with his hands on his head.

The swelling man’s entire body was creaking and squeaking like a balloon.

Richard’s body was reaching its absolute maximum. It wasn’t even growing anymore: the pressure was just rising, every single second.
“FUCK…”
“Pffffffffffffffffffffffffff…”
“I’M…”

“Pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff…”
“GONNA”

“Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff…”
“BLOW!”

“Pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff…”

“FUUUUUUUU—

*POOOOOOOW*

Oscar & Bob’s heartbeats stopped for a second from the shock. They almost lost consciousness.

Despite the sound of the explosion, the immense body of their friend was still in one piece.
When they couldn’t hear the hissing of the air, they realized it was the compressor that had exploded from the pressure.

Richard’s skin, thick and rugged like a tire, was strong enough to sustain this impossibly extreme pressure.

He was finally filled up, to the largest amount of pressure this compressor could sustain.

They all sighed, relieved that they avoid a catastrophic explosion. But suddenly:

“I’m gonna explode!!!”, said Richard, even if the air had stopped entering his body.

The two bears looked at each other, puzzled, thinking that the crisis was finally over.

That’s when Richard’s cock expulsed the biggest amount of cum the three had ever seen. It was so much sperm at once, that it ejected out of him in a single explosive ball of white liquid.

Again, all three men were relieved.

They all stood still, one because he couldn't move, and the other two because of the extreme shock of seeing their friend become even bigger than they had ever been themselves.

R: “Sorry guys… I… I…”

A faint hissing interrupted him. Air was leaking from the air compressor tube, still in Richard’s butt.

R: “No! I don’t want to deflate yet!”

Bob and Oscar’s expressions changed, from shocked, to impressed, to compassionate. They knew all too well what good inflation feels like.

Oscar paused, then ran to the house and returned with the perfect tool for the job. An inflatable butt plug.

He reached for his balloon friend’s butt and removed the compressor tube with a quick tug. *Pop*
*Hisssss* Before too much air had the time to escape, he shoved the butt plug where it should be, and started to pump to completely seal the breach.
He pumped, And pumped. And pumped. The plug must have been bigger than a basketball at that point.

B: “An inflatable sex toy to solve the problem of an inflatable man. That’s perfect.”

They looked at the blimp of a man proudly. Surprisingly, the balloon man looked sad.

R: “I’m sorry guys… I know it’s strange, I just…”
O: “Hush hush, big man… Look at us. We love being big. We understand you. Better than everyone else.”

A tear of relief rolled down Richard’s cheek.

B: “Tomorrow, you’ll have to tell us everything. But tonight, it’s pool time!”

Oscar and Bob pushed the gigantic man into the pool. Unsurprisingly, he was floating, like the inflatable pig he was. There was very little empty space left, but the two bears could slide themselves into the water, finally able cool off.

They played with their new pool toy, making him bounce from side to side. Richard loved every second of it. It made him feel every inch of his inflated body. He was in paradise. He always dreamt of being turned into an inflatable blimp and achieved an even bigger size in real life.

Oscar and Bob let him enjoy his size and would deflate him the next morning. It was time to eat for now, and seeing their friend get ginormous made them extremely horny. Now, they only want to stuff themselves and cuddle all night.

(to be continued in “Cuddling night with Oscar & Bob”)