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- a fanfiction of inflation and inflate-centric kinkery -

Juri Han craned her leg up as she posed to fight, concentrating on what little she had to work off of. Her surroundings comprised of cold, colorless walls with odd mechanical fixtures, sterile floor panels beneath her foot, and a smattering of unusual weapons. When she had awoken in a science lab nightmare scenario, a chilling chamber with no doors, she would sooner picture a rack of sharp tools to open her up with. Instead, rows of gas cylinders, odd tubes, and junk that you could find in a garage littered the place, which only added to her worries. Given she had been slipped into a saucy bunny waitress uniform while unconscious, she began to suspect a more kinky nature to her imprisonment.

The dark-haired contortionist in the sultry purple leotard glared into a one-sided glass window, tinted to presumably prevent making eye-contact with whoever was responsible for this mess. Her powerful leg, bound by lusty nylon, was poised to strike, her determination to not be a guinea pig bubbling up as she shouted to her assuredly perverted audience.

"Tryin'a trap me in a room with no exits, huh? Fine. I'll just have to make one, then."

Juri hadn't noticed the metal appendage descending from a hole in the ceiling, a robotic arm with a latex-adorn hand sliding down into the room, followed by two more. The arms moved along tracks in the apex of the room, with one sliding up behind the bun-haired rabbit, weapon in tow. Before the lab rat finished preparing her strike, she was knocked off balance by a long hose being shoved onto her mouth, which fastened atop her lips.

"Mrh!?"

Juri rose her cufflinked arms and dropped her stance, staring dumbfoundedly at the tube covering her mouth. A soft suction held it in place, its weak pull only causing her to cock an eyebrow curiously. She wanted to question what purpose such fixture served before it roared to life, a harsh vacuum pulling at her face, and sucking the air out of her lungs. Her confusion gave way to shock as she watched her shapely figure rapidly slim down, her arms, legs, hips and waist getting thinner as her lips sank deeper into the nozzle.

"Grrk, mmhhh!?" Juri growled out, as stupefied as she was furious. Not wanting to feed her captor's assuredly perverted desires, she tried her best to stifle any whining into her thoughts. 'W-what the hell!? I feel like I'm being s-sucked dry! And it's ruining my awesome figure...!'

The unwilling bunnygirl felt her motions withering, her arms drooping as her legs went limp, but she only slipped higher as she was drawn into the hose. Her beauty was drained until she was a husk clad in purple, everything above her neck pulled inside a thin opening. When she was dry enough, the vacuum whipped her up, sucking in the rest of her being with one last gulp.
The tube bulged as it transported its victim through its length, the darkness inside cramped with the shriveled-up sadist. Being crumpled and formless was as dizzying as the flight through the rubber tunnel, barely conscious of the winding path she took toward her torturer's destination.

'Ough... d-dunno what's... goin' on... b-but I, mmlh, can't fight it... This is feels so weird, and... I bet it’s about to get, nnrhh, way worse.'

The stick-like visage of the empty Juri was spit out through an appropriately small opening, her elongated form now slithering across the white tile. She parsed only the lack of her own strength as one of the gloved appendages sought her out, and assisted in its own odd way. With a pinch of her scrunched ankles and a flick of her most slender shape, she flared out into a flat but splayed version of her former self. Her eyes spun as she lay, two-dimensional, looking not unlike a blow-up-doll in need of air.

"M-mrgh..."

Without wasting time, or a golden opportunity, the robot arms leapt into action, seeking out and nabbing one of the unusual tools prepared in this room: a bicycle pump. The appendages each helped as the hose was fastened to the mouth of the barely-aware diva, its base was planted at the foot of the target, and the plunger was gripped. With no other fanfare was the pump primed and then worked, a loud hiss of air echoing across the chamber as it visibly bulged the tube it was shot through. A bubble of pressure reached the defenseless fighter's lips, breathing into her, and filling her.

"M-mrff!!"

Juri gasped, awakening from her stupor at the introduction of a heavy puff of air, and blinking in befuddlement at what she saw. The bunny bombshell grimaced at the immediate sight of two pairs of swollen mounds, able to see her poofy cheeks turning red just before an arisen crevice of cleavage. Before she was conscious of her body being pumped full of air, she had already been inflated into quite a balloon, laying splayed on the floor as her translucent leggings cupped a lot of tuft, sinful love. Her instinct to protest led her to investigating why her arms resisted her command, turning her head to the best of her ability, and no more pleased at the shapes she saw. Her limbs were more like cones, seeing her hand flopping uselessly as a bloated balloon past her tight cufflinks. She rolled her eyes at the realization that she was, in fact, quite a defeated sight, playfully ample, unkindly rotund, and worryingly defenseless.

'Argh, figures. I needed a little pumping, so they blew me up into a fat, useless air mattress.' Juri grumbled to herself, before her gaze drift back up, widening like saucers at what greeted her. "M-mrh...?"

The poofy femme fatale felt a twinge of unease from the enormity of the metal nozzle looming over her. The tip funneled into a tiny opening, just enough to fit inside her stretched mouth, but the size of the head and the girth of the hose was far more than her ebony-haired dome. Her terrified stare dragged slowly forward, now looking beyond the flaring bustline eking out of her bunnysuit cups sinfully. She finally noticed the bike pump, a monolith of plastic and metal that towered over her at tenfold her height.
It didn't take long to conclude that, if this was as big a balloon as it made her into, it couldn't have been more than one puff to get her here.

'U-uh... That's, a pretty huge pump...'

Juri couldn't brace herself enough as a titanic bulge of air raced towards her, the hiss thundering out as the plunger was shoved in. The hose trembled in her mouth before it exhaled into her, hitting her with as much air as the previous, doubling her restrictive volume. With a groan did her leotard fill with a busty, voluptuous lass, her pneumatic figure billowing from her flirty attire. She felt her midsection become less trim, her arms getting only more uselessly rotund, while her cheeks burned with passionate fury as they ballooned up comedically.

"M-mmunfff!!" The bloated bunny grunted, feeling quite huge, but even moreso puzzled. 'G-gah!! Th-that's seriously way too much air all at once! H-how did they even fit that thing in-...'

Juri felt a chill down her spine as she observed the room around her a bit further. Laying at the center of the test chamber was the bloated contortionist, still struggling to not gawk at her own party favor breasts. She recognized the strange walls, especially the fogged glass that she had planned to tear through earlier. It looked different, however; the room that couldn't have been 300 square feet now seemed to go on for miles. The ceiling above was a great expanse, appearing as a covered sky with white lights where the clouds would be. With great lament did she finally understand her plight: somewhere between being vacuumed up and hooked in to a pump, she had been reduced into a very, very tiny lady.

'W-wait a sec! You... *shrunk* me!?' Juri cried in her thoughts, before a tremendous hiss puffed her up into a far more ample, useless piece of eyecandy. 'Ooff!! N-now you're gonna inflate me to get me back to normal size!? Erg, at least I hope I'll be normal soon. I feel like a beached whale...'

The robot arms, automated or not, decided to pick up their pace on the lofty inflatable seductress. The hiss, hiss, hiss of the pump introduced punches of air pressure that upsized the once puny woman into something provocative, embarrassing, and yet still lacking. The hose huffed and puffed, filling the bombshell's bosom into bounding balloons, thinning her tights with flaring lovehandles, and pudging her up just to spite her ego. She felt several times her normal size when she only stood at two feet tall, her belly like a beach ball when it felt as girthy as a small sedan, her cheeks like tennis balls when they seemed bigger than the rest of her head. One after another, breathes of air engorged her volume, leaving her swollen up to half her former height, with a similarly wide circumference.

"M-m-mrgh... n-n-nff...!" Juri couldn't help but groan, worried how taut she felt when this far from her desired shape. 'O-ough...! Damn... I feel so f-full... I don't think I'm, mmff, nearly big enough yet, either... If my tits get, mmngh, pumped up any bigger, they might break this stupid outfit, too. As if being a fat blow-up-doll wasn't degrading enough...'

In spite of her adversity to being blimped, the bountiful bunnygirl soon found herself in an even less-friendly position when the pumping stopped. Juri could barely form a confused look on her rotund face as she glanced down awkwardly, wishing she could get used to seeing only a canyon of absurd cleavage. Said concern was only enhanced when the third robot arm lowered down upon her stuffed expression, and added a new element to the proceedings. An elastic strip was shoved across her nostrils, blocking them up and fastening itself with adhesive. With a large nozzle in her mouth, tape across her face, and a pump drawn silent, the lovedoll lass began to internally fret when resizing her seemed second to her captor's interests.

'U-uhm... Hey, we're not finished here. I still need, mrrh, to be inflated more.' Juri mentally sweated, adamant about hiding her weakness, but very much in no position to negotiate. She turned a bit pale as she watched the metal hands position themselves over her, the potential becoming apparent to all parties involved. 'L-look... if you want me to go easy on you when I, nnrrhh, come to break your legs... you'll go back to pumping me up. I don't even care that, uurhh, it'll make my ass gigantic. That's a small price to pay for whatever you're thinkin' about...!'

The relatively giant hand near the diva's head straddled her face with its thumb and finger, a pair of digits the size of her plump cranium gripping softly. Juri kept silent as she blinked awkwardly, witness to her features deforming as two latex surfaces cradled her enormous cheeks, rubbing them mockingly. The pressure in her face couldn't force out the weighty nozzle, or exhale through her taped-up nostrils, leaving her pursed and squeaking as her pneumatic domes muffined out like putty in her dominator's hand.

'G-ghk... Th-the hell...?' Juri growled with a visible look of disdain, both tautness and embarrassment causing her bubbly cheeks to burn red. 'What is this...? D-do you like playing with hotties full of air? Or, mrrh, a-are you just making fun of me?'

There was a loud, chaotic creak as two ample balloons became squeezed suddenly by the free pair of devious hands. The gloved appendages sank into the round excess of Juri's cup size, her measurements exaggerated enough to make them quite a handful even at her shrunken status. Her pupils withdrew into dots as she stifled the most enraged outcry, trembling as the chamber not only copped a feel of her overt buxomness, but continued to grope her without shame.

"...G-grh... m-mn...!" Juri eked out unwillingly as the prods and pokes turned into a continuous massage, deepening its impact upon her proud body. 'S-...seriously? You're just gonna... f-feel me up...?'

The grasps began to resemble lustful strokes as the rubber claws ran up and down the balloon bosoms playfully. Juri's plump fingers twitched, about all she was capable of as she stared with flames in her eyes, but without an ounce of true autonomy to act with. Pneumatic groans cascaded from the busty vixen, her splayed poofiness able only to steam with burning humiliation, distress, and something she couldn't quite accept.

'G-ggh... th-they just keep... rubbing, and squeezing me... it just, keeps going, and... O-ough, this is really starting to, mmrh, d-drive me crazy...' The exploited beauty droned in thought, her fingers almost managing to curl as her eyes drift to the clouds. 'Ergh, n-no, there's no way I'm enjoying this. My boobs are just, mmngh, r-real sensitive with so much air pumped into 'em. N-not that I’d mind that if... mmrrrhh, there wasn’t all this groping...'

The first metal limb retreated from teasing above, flying over to the rounded expanse of Juri's airy midsection, and playfully patting it. The pinned lovedoll could only blush so profusely, managing something close to curling her toes inside her stilettos, and flopping her bloated hands gently. She felt every urge to breathe out, to relieve her pressure, to cry out in hatred. When a feeler caressed her belly like she were a human pet, it drew her focus toward the most concerning reason why she needed to deflate.

In spite of the submissive caressing, Juri's trembling gaze was directed a bit closer to her rotund face. Between her billowing cheeks was a nozzle she couldn't push out. Atop her nose was a solid strip, bound to her openings firmly. As she was being riled up with sadistic embraces, her body wasn't receiving any oxygen at all, the silent pump and the busy hands making sure of that. Being pervertedly enjoyed a hefty concern, but as time passed and the squeaky grasps seemed to never end, being taunted and teased became inconsequential. A quiet desire to breathe had snowballed into a prominent plea from within her hollow gut, requiring being addressed with increasing immediacy.

'M-mrh... O-okay... You've had your fun, right? You can go ahead and, n-nngh, start pumping me up again. I bet you like seeing, mmnff, m-my boobs and butt inflating in this stupid little waitress uniform. S-so, start, pumping...!'

The small, perky lump of a contortionist was given ample time to enjoy her massage. As her lips shuddered, her buoyant cheeks finally changed from their fuming red, now an ominous purple. The stroking that her girthy belly got seemed to accentuate her need for air, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering faster as the denial drug on. She would squirm if she had the ability, her resistance seeming to only prolong her suffering as she was handed no mercy. Something had to give, and she stubbornly refused to let it be her.

'J-just... pump! I need, mmrrh, air! I gotta be inflated anyway, you weirdo, so, rrrgh... what are you waiting for!?' Juri demanded in thought, knowing the dire truth. She had only one option, which had great potential to please her master, but she staunchly defied the idea. 'G-grh... Y-you're not, mrrgh, getting me to beg. I'd rather, nrrhh, chew dirt then give you the satisfaction.'

The hands simultaneously hushed their assault on the bunny balloon's decency, the wave of relief it would cause stifled by a dominating urgency for breath. She hoped beyond hope that they would proceed back to the plunger, instead opting to slip under her bulbous bum, and fling her lightweight figure off the floor. With strained confusion did her eyes watch as the world spun around her, her pneumatic plush daintily bobbing and spiraling, but lacking true buoyancy. Her stiff, cone-like limbs dangled through the air as she tumbled, every action feeling like a stab at her dignity, when it wasn't merely to postpone the inevitable finale.

'What the-? What are you d-doing now!? Just give me air, damnit...!'

The floating woman nearly squealed when one hand suddenly laid a harsh smack against her exaggerated bottom. A hollow thrum echoed out as she wobbled oddly, sent careening across the room. She tried to collect her thoughts as she dizzily floundered about, her poofy face turning blue as it spun in more than one way. The room continued to catch her off-guard when she realized she was flying through the air towards another hand in the corner, the trio having split up to enjoy an unfriendly game of catch. When another thrust slapped the ample surface of her lofty breast, she began to feel not unlike a beach ball, in a disquieting number of ways.

'Ooff! O-oough! S-stop messing around! Mmff... W-we can play all the, ooff, stupid games you want, after you, oouff, air me up a little more...! Nhh!'

Back and forth the seductive little volleyball was tossed, having far too much curve to not feel every hit and bump as lustful prods. Her fat behind and flaring hips made great targets to bop, a jolt of sensual discomfort rocking her feathery bloat with every pass. Juri was disoriented, lightheaded and demoralized, the attached hose both a detriment and a dark promise. After several arcs around the room, her anxious blue face began to break out in beads of sweat. She watched the savior of a pump drift around her, making pathetic attempts to reach out for it as she rocketed by, starting to lose her cool as her needs became too heavy to bear.

'Uumff... oouff... C-can't reach... gonna... ooff, run out of air...! A-augh... Just... fill me up, oough, into a huge blimp, if that's what it takes...! W-whatever will get you to, mmmfff, pump!!'

Juri's world began to blur as she felt a shift in momentum, her tuft midsection being shoved into the ground, squeaking as it flattened along the tile floor. The needlessly-buxom sports ball of a lass was face-first into the ground, her round cheeks meeting with the cold surface before her chin did. She knew she looked ridiculous as her arms flopped across the floor, her engorged puppies flooding out beneath her, while her nylon-adorn legs hung openly above. Her stressful gaze was split between being at the end of her rope for air, and her holder grabbing suspiciously between her legs. She was almost too distracted to feel digits cupping her voluptuousness and her nether regions simultaneously, her grappler welcoming itself to exploring her sacred places casually.

"M-mrh... Nnh...!" Juri moaned out quietly, but unintentionally, silence starting to slip from her grasp as every unwanted sensation seemed to be magnified the further she struggled. 'A-aah...! Gglk... L-look, I can't... stop you from, mmmnnn, feeling me up as much as you want... Would it kill you to, nnnhh, i-inflate me even a little while you do? I-I'm... about to pass out... any second now...!'

The tackled and fondled diva focused enough to recognize the sight before her. She was positioned in front of the relatively large bike pump, staring up at its allure with a yearning she could have never anticipated. Her expression was one of humility as she witnessed the hands grip both ends of the tool, ready to put it to use, but holding off on executing that plan. Juri was more than prepared, sweat dripping down, her bulging cheeks a pale blue and coated with tears of stress. She couldn't take a moment more, and still they awaited for her confession.

"M-m-m... n-nh...!" Juri petitely creaked, only to be driven mad as the clock ticked once, then twice more. In that instant, she needed relief, her modesty be damned. "Mmmmrrrhhhh!! M-mrrhh, mmnhh, nnnnnnnnnhhhhh!!"

The hiss of inhaling air seemed to quake the large world for the shrunken, desperate bunny. The lever was pulled, the pump taking in air, but ever so slowly. An eternity passed for the inflatable babe, watching as the plunger reached its apex, and then halted again. Seconds more passed, making obvious their request for her to prostrate even further. In her hour of need, she was all too eager.

"Mrrrgghh!! Mmn! Mmm-hmm, mm-hmmm!!" Juri cried in approval, trying her best to nod, reaffirming her desire to receive what her torturer knew she craved. 'Oohhhhh, p-please, please pump! Please! J-just... puuump...!'

The ringing sound of rushing pressure hit her ears quite differently now, the plunger sinking, the hose bulging, the glob of air running from the base towards the needy lass. She could count the minutes in the minuscule time it took to reach her lips, the overwhelming feeling of being made fuller, rounder, tighter with air secondary to the refreshing taste of oxygen. She inflated in a blink, surging from her sultry leotard, and she couldn't have been more pleased to experience it.

"Mmmmrrrhhh...!" Juri moaned in bliss, her impeding unconsciousness subsiding, giving way to the reminder that she was quite overpumped with volume. 'O-oouhh... Phew... Finally. Took ya long enough...'

Hiss, hiss, hiss echoed in the victim's ears, her eyes focusing again as she felt the huff and puff of a pump inflating her quite speedily. The hands continued their prior work, not skimping one bit as they upsized the diminutive fighter toward something resembling normal. She dribbled atop her turgid belly, her bustline filling the floor as they spilled from her blouse, while curves far more impressive rose up into the appendage still holding her down. She had to admit, the fingers sinking into her plumping femininity and triggering her libido was a small setback when compared to what preceded it all.

'G-good. They're, mmh, really filling me up now. This nightmare will, mnff, be over soon... M-mmrh... Uh, you can let go of my butt now. I don't need you, nnnmmff, grinding into me...'

The rhythmic thrusts of air ballooned the pinned bombshell bigger and fuller, gulps of oxygen each hitting her with less visible volume, but more intense pressure. She accepted the overt swell of her tightly-bound midriff, bouncing with every puff that pushed her stomach past the size of a yoga ball. Her grapefruit breasts helped push her from the floor, hoisting higher the fluffy white tail between her gargantuan, legging-clad buttocks. Her dangling legs and drooping arms gained more pudge at their peak, her fingers turning to bulbs as her limbs began to more stiffly push outward. Her eyeline began to become obscured by the mass of her again-reddened cheeks, recognizing that though she may be approaching her usual height, she was still pumped up to tenfold her once-squashed size, which was having an effect on her silhouette.

"...M-mrh... hhrgh..." The pneumatic doll stressed out once more, now for a different reason as her worries were simply dumped into another pool. 'A-augh... I-it's getting... tight...! Oouff... I-I feel like... such a blimp. I just need a bit... m-more... Oough, if I can even take it!'

Juri's sense of scale was completely thrown off, unaware she finally inflated to the state that she needed when so much excess was testing her limits. The pump hissed again, and again, the act of going overboard lost when so much of her was already quite enormous before she surpassed expectations. Her floating rear plumped, her cartoonish bustiness expanded, her gut flared out, and her extremities only got poofier. The once puny husk of a seductress was now a billowing series of drum-tight inflatables, how sexy her unfortunate shape had become mattering far less than how loudly her skin whined when she seemed to be at her apex.

"N-nh-...! ...H-hhn...!" The taut beauty gasped, her eyes forced wider as every inch of her struggled to contain the air she was mercilessly pumped full of. 'U-ulp...! T-too much... p-pressure! I can't seriously be, nnhhh, about to pop! I've been inflated, mmfff, way bigger than this before...!'

Juri's capacity reached its limit, the next breath seeming to go straight into her cheeks, followed by another that couldn't break through. She fret that her last moment before being blown up was at hand, before the protesting pressure dislodged the hose, and let forth a geyser of air. The weightless bimbo exhaled her way across the lab, shooting tail-first off of walls as she flew around the room, deflating like the sorely overpumped balloon that she was. She lost track of everything as visuals whizzed by, her trip disorienting and degrading, but putting her closer to escaping this fetishistic scenario.

With a hectic crash, the now-slender diva felt her flight halted as she slammed into a harsh surface, and tumbled onto her chest. The victim had been knocked silly by her rawkus journey, her head jostled and her brain mush for a few moments. When she came to, she was staring at the white floor tile, propped up by the nozzled hose stuffed between her lips. The sight seemed familiar enough in her woozy state, only to signal mental alarm bells when finally reaching coherency.

'...H-hey, wait a sec...!'

The bunnysuit-clad Juri leapt up to her feet, standing in a similar fashion to how this all began. She was reformed into her proudly-sexy self, escaping her notice when she focused entirely on not being attached to any more torture devices. Her cuffed wrists both bolted up in front of her face, two hands grasping the hose firmly, and tugging with all her strength. With a whine did she feel her lips being pulled with the nozzle, her yanking scaling back as she felt quite tied down.

'W-what the hell!? Did you glue me to a hose while I was conked out!? You cheap hunk of-...!'

The hunched sadist caught something out of the corner of her eye, seeing where the hose led as it jostled with her fretting. She stiffened up and turned pale, her eyebrows narrowing and her pupils shrinking at the sight before her. A tall metal cylinder stood at her height, big enough to promise whatever was compressed inside would punish her figure with ease. Bold black letters told her it was a healthy dose of light, sinful gas, doubling her worries when detaching from its hose seemed out of the question. As her glance rose its peak, she saw a gloved robot hand resting upon the release valve, seeming eager to turn it. Juri watched like a deer in headlights, furious at the circumstance, without options in spite of her temporarily mobility.

'H-helium...? Augh, you're such an asshole.'

The metallic creak of a spinning valve joined the erupting hiss of free-flowing pressure as a wave of gas was pumped into the ensnared Juri. The dark-haired woman jumped up in response, only to feel herself become pneumatic in an instant, bouncing up harmlessly. She looked past her swollen cheeks to see a returning exaggeration to her bustline, her flailing arms and kicking legs swiftly turning into plump, outstretched balloons. She lost all influence beyond the buoyancy that overcame her, a cold gas puffing her up until she was loftily inflated from head to toe.

"Grrrhhh!? Mrrrhhh...!" Juri whined out, her snarling pitched up comically by the rising volume of helium being pumped into her. 'Ooough, do you seriously have to blow me up again!? The first time wasn't stimulating enough for you...?'

The splayed, buxom visage of the billowing Juri lovedoll began to rampantly fill up the chamber, the valve squeaking as it continued to be opened up to full blast. Little remorse was shown for the now lurching image of a lusty waitress, helium flowing into her without restraint, maximizing her impending volume. Bold, billowing breasts gave way to fluttering orbs dancing at the ends of her purple cups, while conformed leggings were painted over her long and very fluffed thighs. She quickly became an amazonian pooltoy, drifting sideways as her cleavage broke for the floor, and her rump ascended to the ceiling, consuming space with devious speeds.

'N-ngh... Th-this is blimping me up, for real this time... I'm kinda... gigantic...' Juri muttered, before her vision blurred momentarily. Her head was swimming, her chipmunk voice wanting to moan out awkwardly. For an unknown reason, the high she got from huffing hot air seemed tenfold as strong, doing wonders to her resolve. '...What's going on...? I feel all, urhh, strange... T-too much helium, too fast...'

The naughty bunny babe was fluffed up with the unfriendly gas until she began to embrace the walls, watching in distress as her bust, moreso than her face, eclipsed the world in front of her. Her long, lusty legs would be quite an arousing sight if she weren't too big to be viewed through the otherwise large window, her voluptuousness like a pair of hot air balloons inside her frilly tights. She grew to the size of the entire lab, filling its cubic space with her round mass up until its very corners. The giantess of hot air was pushed once more pushed to the limit, but this time only of the confinement she was trapped in.

"Hrgh... Mrrh..." Juri's voice echoed out from between her swallowing bosoms, in all its squeaky-pitched weakness. When the hissing died out, she had already grown as big as possible, while so much feathery pressure had driven her into a strange euphoria. '... Th-this is more of what I... expected from a miserable pervert... Oooohhh... mmmnh... It's... not too bad, though...'

With no room to maneuver, the chamber drew relatively silent, save for the squeaks caused by the mere inches the lady of helium had to bounce around in. No effort could or would be made to deflate the titan of love, a bunny blimp forced to live out a prolonged state of being a parade float packed inside a now teensy space. She was gifted with a lightheadedness that salvaged her stint, eased into floating on clouds as she rest in a deluded, subtly-aroused stasis. The window into the room was a portrait of her cleavage, the space before her covered from top to bottom in a bustline that she wasn't too unhappy to sport.

'Mmnh... Damn... th-this feels, mrrh, kinda good, actually... Having a nice, huge pair of tits... full of light, fluffy helium... I should hate this, but... it's bliss.'

Juri went to release a steamy exhale, but failed to push out the eponymous hose. She attempted to redirect to her nostrils, but that, too, proved to be fruitless. Her lazy gaze drift down slowly, a sea of buxom flesh most of what she saw beyond her round, boiling cheeks. A restrictive sensation and a faint memory finally pierced the fog in her brain, realizing only now that nothing had been done to remove the tape pinching her nostrils closed. When a glued nozzle blocked her other airway, a sense of dread blossomed in the giantess bunny's belly. Soon, her impairment began to make a lot more sense when she recognized her lack of proper oxygen for at least a minute now.

'...Hold on. That's... a problem. C-can any of those stupid hands, uhm, help me out here? I’m gonna need... some air, again... Maybe you can hook up this hose to that bike pump? Since you guys like blowin’ me up so much... I’m sure there’s, mmnff, a little room left for me to fill. Oough... A-anybody...?'