Flo Gets Blown Up

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“You’re never going to catch me!”
Flo, an anthro jaguar, giggled and ran away as Pete, a white anthro cat, attempted to tag her.  The two ran around all over the place as Pete tried to catch Flo, and the two were smiling and laughing the whole time.  They and their friends were playing a special version of tag—and everyone was having a blast.
Eventually, Pete managed to catch up with the fast jaguar, and pressed his palm against her back.  “I got you!” he exclaimed triumphantly.
“Yes, you did,” Flo said, panting—all that running had taken a lot out of her!  “What did you want to do to me?”  Per their special rules of their tag game, if you were caught by the person who was “it”, the person who was “it” could do whatever they wanted with the one they tagged—as long as the other person agreed to do it, of course.
The jaguar cried out in mock terror.  “Oh no!  What are you going to do to me, Pete?!”
The white cat grinned.  “I’m going to . . . huff and puff and blow you up until you pop!”
“Oh no!”  Flo gasped in pretend horror.  “Anything but that!”
“Too bad!” Pete teased her, grinning.  He knew how much she loved to be inflated, after all.  “I’m going to blow you up!”
He leaned forward and planted his mouth on top of Flo’s, kissing her.  As he did so, he puffed air into her mouth.  And so, the inflation began.
As Pete blew oxygen inside of the jaguar, air began to fill up her mouth, and a pleasant sensation spread all throughout her head.  As a result, her cheeks began to swell up, getting more and more puffed out with each passing second.  Their shape and size grew bigger and bigger, until they were absolutely huge.  And to think this was just the beginning of the inflation, and it already felt so nice!  Flo smiled inside, anticipating what was to come.
Oxygen went down the jaguar’s esophagus, making her throat bulge out significantly.  The size of it started out very small, as if she had gulped down a large nut or seed.  But it quickly got larger and larger, first growing to the size of an apple, then the size of a watermelon!  It was quite the significant growth, and Flo savored every second of it.
Once the jaguar’s neck was done inflating, the air went down to her shoulders.  It puffed them out as well, making them grow in size.  As they got bigger and bigger, her shoulders began to feel stiff from all the oxygen inside of them.  Once all the air possible was inside, her arms had left her sides and were in a T-pose position, and Flo realized she wasn’t able to move her shoulders anymore.  Not that she was complaining—that was just what the inflation did, after all.  It was all part of the experience.
The oxygen went down Patty’s arms, starting at her left.  Air traveled down her upper arm, and she felt it swell up, puff out to a size much bigger than her original one.  It made her arm rounder, more spherical and circular, and left it feeling very taut.  Once her upper arm was fully inflated, the oxygen went down to her forearm.  Before being inflated, her arms had been relaxed and loose.  But as they grew bigger from the air, her left arm became more rigid, until she couldn’t move it anymore either, just like her shoulders.
Once the oxygen was finished with her arm it went down to her hand.  Her wrist grew large, then her palm grew and turned her hand more spherical with the air inside of it, and then, each of her fingers were inflated, one by one.  Once it was done, she had sausage fingers, a very big hand, and a very inflated arm—and it all felt amazing.
Next, her right arm received the same treatment: air went down her upper arm first, then traveled into her forearm.  After those areas were rounded out by the inflation, her hand was filled up, then her fingers.  When it was over, she couldn’t move either arm anymore.
After that, the air traveled down to Flo’s chest.  It first filled up the area above her collarbone . . . but after that, it began to invade her boobs!  Her modest, B-cup breasts began to grow bit by bit, swelling so much that they threated to pop out of her shirt!  They inflated from a B size to a C size, then to a D size, then to E, F, and finally G!  By now her shirt was /really/ stretching out thanks to her big boobs, but it somehow managed to contain them, despite the massive growth.
The jaguar’s belly was next to inflate.  Air started to flow into her empty stomach, causing a nice tingling sensation that Flo very much enjoyed.  She knew it was just a matter of time before her stomach grew just as big as her breasts.
And she was right.  As oxygen entered and filled up her belly, it began to grow more and more.  First it looked just a little big larger, as if she had eaten just a little too much at dinner.  Then it looked like she had /really/ indulged herself at the food table—and then it looked as if she had an entire person stuffed inside of her gut!  Even at that point, her stomach continued to grow and grow, filling up with more and more air.  When the oxygen finally moved on to another area, her gut was so big, it looked like she had eaten three whole people!  By now, Flo’s feet were no longer on the ground: so much air was inside her at this point, and she was floating a few inches in the air.
The air traveled further down the jaguar, and it reached her hips and ass.  Both began to grow in size, stretching out her waistline and making her butt cheeks become bigger.  Flo had to resist an amused and delighted giggle—it was pretty funny, after all!  By the time the inflation was done in that area, her waistline had grown large enough to reach her huge stomach, and her ass cheeks were quite enormous.
The oxygen went further down, and started to fill up the jaguar’s legs.  It went to her left leg first, trickling down her thigh and rounding it out, making the cylindrical limb more into a sphere shaped one.  Then the air traveled down to her calf, tightening up and growing that limb as well.  Just like with her shoulders and arms, Flo’s leg became so tight, that she couldn’t move it at all!  Which was, for the record, quite a pleasurable feeling.
The oxygen moved on to her ankle, and then filled up her left foot.  First the heel and bridge of the limb were inflated, and after that, her sole and instep grew too.  Then the air traveled into her toes, filling up each of them one by one, turning them into sausage limbs too.  When it was over, her leg was so very tight—and that felt very good.
Her right leg went through the same process: her thigh was given a gush of oxygen, and therefore rounded out; the same thing happened with her calf.  Then the air traveled down into her foot, filling it up and tightening her toes.  Now, both legs were inflated and immovable.
By now, Flo’s enter body was so taut and tight, she felt like she could burst at any second!  Pete sensed that too.  He stopped puff kissing Flo for a moment, releasing her and standing back a few feet to admire his handiwork.  “How do you like that?” he teased.  “You’re so big, your body is creaking and groaning from all the air pressure!  You’re about to burst . . . but do you have any last words before I blow you up and go “kablam!”?”
Flo thought for a minute, then suggested, “How about you make the last puff nice and slow?”
“I can do that,” the white cat agreed, walking back up to the jaguar.  He placed his mouth over hers once again, and gently blew air inside of Flo’s maw.
Thanks to the slow puff, Flo could feel every inch of her body steadily inflating, going closer to the breaking point with every passing second.  It felt absolutely amazing to feel her body grow bigger and bigger, and get closer and closer to bursting.  Just a little more air, and then. . .!
/POP!/ Flo’s belly burst, and at that moment Pete released the jaguar, taking a few steps back as he watched air rapidly leave her through her stomach.  She was sent a few yards backwards from the impact, and the jaguar quickly deflated.
Air rushed out of her stomach first; then her breasts; then her limbs.  Her cheeks were the last to deflate, the oxygen there rushing out of her body.  It blew all over Pete, who smiled as he watched the air leave his friend.
Once all the air was out of her, Flo fluttered down to the ground, flat as a pancake.  She looked up and smiled at Pete.  “That was a lot of fun!” she exclaimed.  “I really enjoyed that.”
“I really enjoyed that to!” the white cat replied.  He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a Restoration Pill.  “Here, this should return you back to normal.  I”ll have to drop it in your mouth, since you’re too flat to move your arms.”
“Ok!”  The jaguar opened her maw wide, and Pete dropped the small capsule inside.  She swallowed it.  After a brief moment, the hole in her belly closed, and Flo’s body puffed up back to its normal size and shape, un-flattening her.
“Thanks!” Flo said, standing up from the ground.  “I guess I’m ‘it’ now, right?”
“Yep!” Pete told her.  “Let me just let the others know.”  He took out his phone and texted a message to the group chat: “Flo’s it now, so watch out!”
“Alright, that should reach them soon,” the white cat said, putting his phone back into his pocket.  “Good luck.”
“Thank you,” the jaguar said.  She gave him a mischievous smile.  “I think the first person I’m going to try to tag . . . is YOU!”
“Oh no!” Pete replied in mock horror.  He quickly ran away, and Flo chased after him, laughing.
The white cat smiled.  That had been a very satisfying inflation for the both of them.  Plus, he personally didn’t mind getting caught by Flo—especially if it meant time in her cozy belly.
And so, the game went on.