One wall of Theo's bedroom was covered with pinned up drawings of huskies in various states of inflation. There was a pencil sketch of a husky surprised to see his stomach having suddenly ballooned up, shirt buttons exploding away. Another picture was of a husky with a tube in his mouth. Two mechanical arms worked to get super stretchy briefs over the pup's massive rear while a dark brown sludge was pumped into his mouth. Another was of a husky, perfectly spherical aside from a head and paws sticking out. Yet another image was of a husky in swim trunks, belly ballooning outward after having accidentally sat upon a lawn sprinkler head.
"Yeah...uh, I've been into this kind of stuff for a while..." Theo said sheepishly. "I remember as a pup seeing so many cartoon characters turn into balloons and I guess one day I guess one day I thought about that happening to me...and I've been hooked ever since!"
"I'll say," Evan replied, eyeing a well-done drawing of a blimped-up husky with a tube in his mouth and another disappearing between his butt cheeks. "Where did all these come from?"
"Oh, there are furs online who'll draw whatever so long as the price is right. I treat myself to one every few months. That's the one I got for myself when I was hired at ManufactCo." He pointed to a pictures of a husky the size of a house, house stuck in his muzzle and jumpsuit ready to burst apart.
"Ah. So...what you've been doing is because...you know...you want to..." Evan said, trailing off.
Theo blushed. "Yeah...I want to be a blimp so damn badly. One day, months and months ago, I got it into my head to, you know, pump up a bit. It felt amazing to feel yourself literally blow up like a balloon! I built myself a little machine out of spare parts an-"
"The one I saw you on today?"
"Yeah, that one. And I'll just, you know, pump up a bit before the workday ends," Theo explains.
"Huh. But why at work? Can't you wait until you get home?" Evan asked.
"Would if I could. But TX-787s are expensive and I just don't have the cash lying around."
"So then...why don't you just take one?" the lion suggested.
"And do what? Sneak it out in my lunchbox? I'll get caught and fired immediately."
"That's true, I guess." Evan's gaze went back to the wall of commissioned pictures. What caught his attention was the picture of a husky, easily over a quarter ton, shoving food in his mouth from a lunchbox the size of an oven. "Heh, what's the story with this one?"
"Oh. I had someone draw that up based off a story I made up when I myself was a pup. It was about a greedy pup who ate himself huge because everyday he ate from a cursed lunchbox with nearly neverending food. Dumb, but I liked thinking about that story," the dog explained.
"That's cute," replied Evan. "Wait...that just gave me an idea..." Theo's ears perked up. "Okay, how about this:
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