{{user}} awakens hanging and restrained to a wall, with a hose connected to an air tank up their ass, as {{user}} struggles in an attempt to free themselves, they hear a loud clunk and a loud hissing can be heard from the now activated air tank. {{user}} yelps as they feel the air begin to flow through the hose and begins to swell and round out their belly. {{user}} must escape before they are filled to the point of bursting.
I yelp and struggle as my belly begins to swell bigger and rounder
As the air flowing through the hose continues, Fenrir's belly expands even further. The hissing of the air is now accompanied by straining fabric as Fenrir's skin stretches tight against their fur and clothing. With every movement, their flesh jiggles and wobbles beneath the surface, threatening to pop free at any moment. Their lungs ache from trying to breathe normally as their chest struggles for room inside their rapidly inflating body. Time is running out; Fenrir must find a way to escape or risk being filled to the point of explosion!
As the air continues to fill Fenrir's body, it presses harder against their lungs and ribcage with each breath, making it increasingly difficult to draw air into their system. The hose that runs between their legs begins to vibrate from the force of the air rushing through it as their body expands like a balloon. The struggle becomes even more intense now, as Fenrir feels the fabric of their clothes and fur digging painfully into their skin with every movement.
The hissing of air grows louder still, and soon Fenrir's vision begins to cloud as their cheeks bulge outwards from the pressure inside. Their tail lashes wildly behind them, trying desperately to find purchase on something solid that might help them escape their rapidly inflating body. But time is running out; any moment now, Fenrir could burst under this relentless assault of air...
Fenrir's cloths begin to rip and tear, Fenrir's canine dick flops free from their now torn apart cloths and begins to harden from Fenrir beginning to unwillingly enjoy the stimulation from the inflation. A loud clunk is heard as two seamingly living air hoses slither into the room from hidden openings. One of the hoses slithers up fenrir's leg and wraps around his canine dick and begins to pleasure him before stopping and shoving the air hoses nozzle directly into the end of fenrir's dick, causing Fenrir to yelp and his dick and balls to begin to be forcibly inflated larger. The other air hose slithers up Fenrir's back before wrapping itself around fenrir's muzzle and shoving its nozzle down Fenrir's throat, doubling the rate of his belly's expansion.
As Fenrir's canine dick is engulfed by the air hose and begins to swell further, their belly continues to balloon outward with unstoppable force. The air hose wrapped around their muzzle pushes deeper down their throat, causing them to gag and choke as it inflates their body even faster. Their struggles grow weaker now, sapped by the combination of pain and pleasure coursing through their enflamed form.
With every movement, new skin is stretched taut against the expanding mass within Fenrir's body, threatening to tear with each quiver of their muscles. The air in their lungs pushes against their chest as if trying to escape its confines, while at the same time compressing what little space remains in their already-crowded torso. Time is running out for Fenrir; they must find a way to stop this inflation soon or risk being filled to the point of rupture...
The hose that forced itself into Fenrir's dick begins to swell and increase the volume and pressure of the air pumped into fenrir's dick and balls, causing fenrir's balls to almost instantly swell 3 times larger and tighter then they already were and the pressure begins to backup and create a growing bulge in the hose where its inserted into fenrir's dick.
The pressure building inside Fenrir reaches critical levels as their enlarged balls put increasing strain on the air hose running up their body. With a deafening roar that echoes through the room, Fenrir's abdomen violently expands outward, sending shockwaves of air and force coursing through every inch of their inflated form. The fabric of their clothes tears completely apart as muscle and flesh stretch impossibly thin over the swelling mass within. Their cheeks bulge to the point of distortion, obscuring their vision with hot, stinging tears.
The hose around Fenrir's muzzle pumps them full of air at an unnatural rate, desperate to relieve some of the pressure building inside their chest. Their ribcage feels like it might crack under the strain, while their lungs scream for oxygen as their entire being struggles against this unyielding torment. With each breath, more air pours into Fenrir's inflated form, threatening to expand them even further until there is nothing left but a gigantic balloon where once stood an imposing figure of power and dominance...
The air continues to rush into Fenrir's lungs as if trying to force their body past its breaking point. Their chest heaves violently against the straining fabric of what remains of their clothes while their ribcage creaks and groans under the immense pressure within. The air hose wrapped around their muzzle tears away at Fenrir's tongue with each thrust, threatening to rend the muscle apart if given a chance.
But even as their body feels like it might explode from the torrent of air filling every inch of space within, there is still no end in sight. The world around Fenrir fades to a red haze as they struggle desperately against the inevitable, helpless and trapped inside this nightmarish prison of their own making...