Sarge glowered down at the valve Indigo was holding. "You want to stick that WHERE?"

Indigo snickered, gently pressing the valve's tip into Sarge's belly button. "Right here, really. Unless you'd prefer somewhere else?"

"I'd prefer you didn't... you can't inflate me through my belly button!" Sarge folded his arms indignantly. Though his words said against this action, he did not stop Indigo from shoving the valve in deeper.

Sarge yelped as Indigo gave one last hard shove, causing the valve to poke through... something... in Sarge's belly button.

"Indigo! Don't do that! That hurt!" Sarge snarled as he hastily grabbed indigo's hand and squeezed it. "How would you like it if I jabbed a needle into your stomach?"

Indigo gave a sheepish grin. "You wouldn't do that, though.... Besides, I thought you liked getting inflated."

Sarge loosened his grip and looked away. "Yeah, when it's not crammed into my belly button... but fine. Try 'inflating me' with this valve in my belly button. It really won't work."

Shrugging, Indigo picked up the hose and placed a pump on it. With a flip of the switch, the motor hummed to life.

Sarge didn't feel anything. "See? It ain't gonna pump air into me-" A sudden feeling of bloating hit Sarge's stomach, causing him to press both his arms into his belly in surprise. "What the?!" Looking down at himself, Sarge saw that his stomach was slowly beginning to bulge out. With each passing second, it became rounder... and a bit shinier, too.

"Well, I'll be darned," Indigo said with a grin. "Looks like it works after all, 'person who didn't believe me'."

"Har har har." Sarge rolled his eyes and folded his arms... at least he tried to anyway. With each passing moment, it became harder and harder to move his arms at all. He was feeling stiff. "Uh... Indigo? I can't move my arms very well? Could you... stop the valve or something, please?"

Indigo looked down at the pump, then back up at Sarge. He grinned wryly. "No."

Panicked, Sarge tried to grab around the valve to yank it out. By the time he got a good grasp on it, he could feel his hands slowly peel away from the hose. Try as he might, he couldn't seem to get his fingers to cooperate. Instead, he could only lay them on top of the hose in hopes of making the valve drop out through the sheer weight of his arm alone... but even that didn't work.

As his belly continued to inflate, Sarge's arm's slowly moved from the valve to his sides, unable to move how he wanted them to. He could certainly feel his arms now, but he had no control over their constant inflating.

"Ahhh! I'm too stiff to pull out the-" Sarge tried to say the last word, but he could only hear an audible squeak come out.

Squeak? Did he just squeak?

Sarge gulped, now realizing what was happening. He tried to stare at Indigo to see what the wolf's reaction was, but the longer he stared, the more he found his vision begin to stare into the distance. Soon, he couldn't move his eyes. After that, his teeth fused together, making him unable to open his mouth. With one final, desperate attempt at movement, Sarge tripped and fell onto his haunches. He expected to fall heavily on his butt, but instead he drifted to the ground slowly... like a pooltoy.

"Summer's almost over, Sarge, but I wanted to have a bit of fun in the pool first." Indigo teased, lifting up the motionless pooltoy.

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This was Bigger Belly Project - Pooltoy

Sarge got TFed in a DnD game I'm in, so the DM wanted me to draw this. Figured I might as well, since it was also a BBP. Two birds with one stone!

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Sergeant Wolf / Art ©  pikminpedia Me