Butt Inflation - Tumblr Posts

It. She's got it. by crazydan28

How about a story of Erik Haula having his ass, thighs and hips blown up to massive proportions? As a bit of a twist, let’s say he intentionally did it. Like he loves the attention his ass has gotten, so he got a ton of work done over lockdown, and the story could be about the rest of his team’s horrified responses? I’d like to see them humiliate and embarrass him for what he’s done to himself, and turn him into a cock addict. Bonus points for gangbang and EHaula eating his teammates fat asses!

[I don’t really know a lot about hockey… or sports in general, so please forgive any incorrect terminology or player names!]

Hockey player Erik Haula relaxed in his home, watching TV when his notification ringtone pinged on his phone. The stud groaned as he stretched out his limbs to reach it, sore from his strenuous workout. There was a big game coming soon and the athlete was trying his absolutely best to keep his body in peak performance condition to ensure a win.

Erik opened up the notification on his phone that had some weird spiral logo on it. As soon as his thick finger tapped it, flashing colors lit up the tiny phone screen, and the athlete’s jaw hung low as he was mesmerized by the kaleidoscope effect, even drooling a little bit. There was a robotic, staticky voice that whispered out a singular word, creating brand new gates and pathways within Erik’s mind.

“Bubblebutt,” it whispered to the stud…

— — —

“Where the hell is Haula?” one of the players on the team, Craig, asked, looking around the locker room for him. The big game was set to start in a half hour and the center player was nowhere to be found.

Ted shrugged his broad shoulders as he changed into his jockstrap that struggled to contain his meaty cock. “I have no clue,” he muttered. “The guy’s been M.I.A. for a while.”

The five men who remained in the locker room looked around at one another in confusion, wondering where their teammate could have disappeared to. They were about to call the coach when the door swung open.

“Sorry I’m late!” Erik Haula huffed as he waddled into the locker room, his gym bag slung over his broad shoulder. “I had a little trouble getting started this morning… none of my pants fit for some reason.”

Sure enough, the athlete was wearing his usual hockey jersey over his torso, however he was also clad in what looked like a tiny pair of terry cloth booty shorts. The small fabric bunched up near his groin due to the massive size of his wide thighs which rolled over each other as he waddled, looking more a pair of bright pink underwear.

All five of the other hockey players gasped loudly when Erik dropped his gym bag to the floor and turned to open up his locker, presenting his side profile them.

They’d all heard of “Hockey Butt”, but this was a whole new level. Erik’s bubblebutt had somehow inflated to epic proportions, looking like it had tripled in size. The cheeks were obscenely round and jutted out from the stud’s body so much that they almost formed a ninety degree angle from his back. The tiny shorts were stretched to the limit as they struggled to cover the massive cheeks. The bottoms of the mounds were slipping out down the bottom of the shorts, while the top of his ass crack was easily visible over the top. The seams of the shorts groaned as the stud moved around, his giant ass bouncing with every step he took.

“Erik!” Ted gasped. “What the fuck happened to you?!”

Erik cocked his eyebrow. “What do you mean?” he asked, sounding genuinely confused. The bottom-heavy hunk struggled to take off his tight shorts, having extreme difficulty balancing himself as he stepped out of them with his thighs pressing against each other so much. The jockstrap that he wore was also stretched to bursting. It was tight over his normal-sized cock which looked small by comparison as it was nestled between inflated thighs, and his globular ass was even visible from Erik’s frontside, looking like he was trailing something behind him.

“Your ass is massive!” Craig shouted, going so far as to point an accusing finger at him. “You look ridiculous! How’re you gonna play let alone walk around with a wagon that huge?”

Again, Erik looked confused as he glanced at his inflated ass, giving it a tentative poke. “I guess it does have a slight pump to it,” he murmured. “I have been getting a few looks here and there. Kinda nice, if I’m being honest.” The stud shook his hips slightly and the small movement caused his colossal ass to jiggle wildly.

All five other men in the room couldn’t help but stare at the shaking, large globes affixed to Erik’s backside. Watching the stud wiggle his massive ass sent an unfamiliar sensation throughout them, each one of them getting painfully hard.

Erik noticed and he found himself getting hard as well for some reason. The stud used to think that it was odd that he was enjoying showing off his ass so much and that none of his pants seemed to fit him anymore, but he found that he couldn’t bring himself to care. Instead, he smirked as he continued to advertise his massive cheeks to the other men, a growing desire to be stuffed forming within him (for the hundredth time this week).

“Come and feel it,” Erik purred, pressing both of his palms against the cool metal locker and sticking his inflated bubblebutt out further into the air, presenting himself to the other men.

The other players rushed forward, pawing and worshipping the giant butt their teammate owned. Erik’s head rolled back as he moaned loudly at the sensation of the men feeling up his cheeks. Ted even shoved his face between the massive mounds and tongued the stud’s hole, sending stars shooting into his vision.

“Oohhh!” Erik moaned, his toes curling as he was eaten out and felt up. He still had no idea why people were acting so differently around him, but he couldn’t deny that he was loving every second of it. He had a giant hockey butt, and he loved to show it off; and he loved it even more when guys wanted to play with it.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 14: Whoopie Cushion

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PFFTT!

The fart sound echoed out in the home office as soon as Derek sat down in his chair, his eyes widening and his face turning slightly red as the others in his Zoom meeting cocked their eyebrows at him.

The werewolf huffed as he reached under the cushion of his chair and pulled out a deflated pink whoopie cushion, the pink joke toy making him sneer at his husband and son’s childishness. 

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he said to his coworkers. “My husband thinks he’s funny.”

The rest of the Zoom meeting went without any sort of hiccup, however Derek kept the whole whoopie cushion fiasco in the back of his head, biting back a growl over how foolish it had made him look. The alpha werewolf certainly wasn’t known for his stellar sense of humor, and while he cherished his husband Stiles’s silliness and the way it’d rubbed off on their son, Eli, there were times when Derek grew tired of being the butt of their jokes and pranks.

That led the patriarch of the Hale Household to rally up his family into his van and speed down to the local prank shop, whoopie cushion in hand.

“Der, you don’t need to return the cushion to make a point,” Stiles moped in the passenger seat. “Besides, it’s used. They won’t take it back.”

Derek silently brooded, clenching his jaw in irritation. He hated to look like a stick in the mud, but he felt that someone had to be the serious one in the household, and unfortunately, that responsibility landed on his shoulders.

He pulled up into the store’s empty parking lot, and stormed out of the van. Derek stomped into the store and slammed the deflated whoopie cushion onto the counter in front of the startled old man.

“What kind of adult sells childish toys like these… to other adults?” Derek roared, flinching at the last part of his statement.

The old shop owner simply readjusted his glasses as he stared upwards at the angry werewolf, his lips pursed into a thin line. “It’s just meant for fun,” he tried to explain. “Why don’t you try to loosen up and just have a laugh every now and then?”

Derek bit back a growl at the older man’s worse, feeling oddly defensive. “I am fun,” he snarled, “I just don’t have time for childish shit like whoopie cushions. These aren’t funny, they’re annoying!”

The older man didn’t look phased by Derek’s outburst and actually yawned. “You’re not fun,” he coldly muttered, before a chipper quality crawled into his scratchy voice. “But, I can help you with that.”

Before Derek could ask what the old guy was talking about, he felt an odd electric shock quality run all over his body. It caused the werewolf to tense up, his skin feeling tight for a second before all of his muscles seemingly relaxed.

“What the hell was that?” he asked the older man. 

The man seemed to fight back a smile as he stared at Derek, making the werewolf all the more angry.

Before Derek could take a swing at him or yell some more, he looked downwards in the direction of the man’s gaze, his eyes widening at the pinkish hue to his skin. Derek was normally pale, but now his skin was starting to brighten and look like it was a bubblegum pink, more akin to a pencil erasure than his usual skin tone. Weirder, and even more apt to the erasure comparison, Derek could smell the faint stench of rubber beginning to emanate from him in waves, making him cock his eyebrow.

Carefully, Derek reached over and pinched his arm, pulling back with his hand. The werewolf nearly yelped as his skin now possessed an elastic quality which caused it to stretch outwards beyond the realms of possible. Derek’s heart raced in his chest as he realized that he’d been turned into rubber!

A hiss like a tire being inflated echoed out in the small prank shop, and Derek felt his clothes growing tighter by the second. Looking downward at himself, Derek was shocked to witness all of the muscles in his body steadily inflating. He’d already been blessed with large, manly muscles, yet now they started to bulge out and round. They looked cartoonishly big, with round qualities to the point where he seemed more inflated than muscular, like most of his muscles were full of air. Even his cheeks puffed outwards; and speaking of cheeks, a lot of the growth was centered at Derek’s ass, which bubbled out into large beachball sized globes.

“Wh-what did you do to me?!” Derek roared as he explored his pink, inflated body with his shaking hands.

The older man just continued to fight back laughs. “I figured that this would help you learn how to laugh more,” he snickered.

“What does that even mean?!” Derek cried, taking a tentative step forward, flinching at the sound that echoed out.

Pfffttt!

Derek froze, his eyes widening before they narrowed towards the shop owner. “You turned me into a fuckin’ whoopie cushion!” he accused, holding his arms out to show off his inflated form. However, little poots were heard at the brisk movement, making the werewolf blush.

The older man waved his wrinkled hand dismissively. “It’s only for a few days,” he muttered before gesturing at the whoopie cushion on the counter. “Oh, and no returns on used products.”

With a growl, Derek snatched the whoopie cushion off the counter and stomped out of the store, bristling with every little fart noise that sounded out with each step he took. A few people out on the street would giggle in his direction, especially at the noises that he was helpless to make, making his pink face turn a dark red with embarrassment.

Worse was that once Derek reached the van, Eli and Stiles were stunned silent as they gawked at his whoopie cushion body… then they both burst out laughing.

Derek just bared his werewolf fangs at them in irritation as he opened up the driver’s side door and jumped into the seat—

PPPFFTTTT!

The loud fart noise boomed inside the van as Derek sat down, his inflated bubblebutt squishing like the perfect whoopie cushion it now was.

Immediately Stiles burst out into hysterics, going so far as to wipe tears from his eyes at Derek’s helpless fart noises.

Derek just grumbled to himself and gripped the steering wheel tightly, the motion causing little fart sounds again as he drove home, fart sounds echoing out every time the vehicle hit a bump in the road.

“Damn it, *pfft, this is *pfft ridiculous,” Derek groaned.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 29: Butt Growth

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Derek collapsed back onto the bed, next to a sweaty Stiles. The both of them panted from their latest romp, Stiles waiting for the sensation in his legs to return after Derek totally drilled into him.

Th alpha werewolf’s libido seemed to be in overdrive, given the proximity of the full moon. Stiles was overjoyed about this fact, eagerly bending over to help his boyfriend release some of his sexual tension. That being said, after being the one to bottom over and over, Stiles was interested in a little change of pace.

“Hey, Der?” he panted, struggling to catch his breath.

“Hmm?” Derek hummed, already feeling himself grow hard at the scent of musk and pure sex permeating their bedroom. He gradually scooted closer to his boyfriend on the mattress, wrapping his large arms around his slender form, rutting his hardening cock against his perky butt.

“Wanna switch positions?” Stiles asked.

Derek paused his rutting and cocked his eyebrow at his boyfriend. “Huh?”

Stiles sat up and shifted himself closer to Derek. “Like, how about I be the top this time?” he suggested, trying to seductively wriggle his brow at the werewolf who only scoffed in response.

“Babe,” Derek snorted, “I’m the alpha, so I’m the top. There’s no way I’m gonna bottom… ever.” Sure Derek loved Stiles and he was well aware that he was in a homosexual relationship (clearly), but he couldn’t help but feel like bottoming was something that only the “girl” in the man x man relationship did. Being an alpha and being the tough guy that he was, Derek wouldn’t be caught dead being the bottom.

Stiles frowned. “A simple ‘No’ would’ve been fine…” he muttered before perking up. “Well, maybe you just need some convincing.” He snapped his fingers, grinning knowingly.

Before Derek could ask what was up, the alpha felt an odd tightness centering at his glutes. It felt as if he’d just finished a rigorous leg day at the gym, feeling his backside burn and ache as if he’d just completed some serious squats.

Derek’s lower back felt as if it were being lifted upwards off the bed, and the werewolf flipped over onto his stomach and looked over his broad shoulder, gasping loudly.

The toned butt that was perfectly proportional with the rest of Derek’s impressive muscles was magically bubbling out from his back. His butt grew in size, pushing out and rounding to form a fuckable bubblebutt that was too large for his body.

“Wh-what’s happening?!” Derek panicked, pressing both of his hands on his growing ass, paling as they felt small compared to his massive cheeks. He could feel his hands being pushed further away as his butt continued to grow in waves, thrusting itself away from his lower back, jiggling wildly with every movement.

Stiles couldn’t hide how turned on he was by watching Derek’s butt grow bigger. “Don’t worry, Der,” he said, loving how out of proportion his boyfriend’s butt looked, “if I did the spell right, it’ll wear off in a few hours.”

“Hours?” Derek repeated, flinching when the tightness finally subsided.

Bolting off the bed, the first thing Derek noticed was that his thighs had packed on a little more meat to account for the extra weight at his bottom. When he took an awkward step forward, Derek blushed as he felt his inflated cheeks bouncing and rolling over each other. He got to the floor length mirror in the bedroom, wincing as he looked at his warped reflection. The rest of his body remained unchanged, making Derek’s enlarged bubblebutt all the more ridiculous. It had to be at least three times its normal size, and it created a near perfect shelf as it jutted out from his lower back. Derek gave his hips a tentative shake, his heart racing as he watched his cheeks ripple and shake from the slightest movement. His butt was so large and out of place that his waist seemed to pinch inwards before ballooning out into his new bubble.

Derek looked away from the mirror for a split second to shoot a pleading look over at Stiles— Stiles was rock hard, and the second Derek’s eyes landed on his cock, he felt something inside of him flip.

Used to feeling a surge of lust and then having his cock rocket to life, Derek still felt himself get hard, but there was also an intense desire that he felt deep within his inflated butt. He didn’t know exactly what it was, but Derek felt desperately empty, and he couldn’t help but clench his enlarged cheeks with want.

His meaty pecs rising and falling as he breathed heavily, Derek couldn’t help but run towards the bed, ignoring the bouncing weight at his back. He threw himself onto the bed and perched up on all fours, shoving his inflated ass towards Stiles.

“Pl-please?” Derek begged, wiggling his hips teasingly and making his butt jiggle.

Stiles couldn’t help but smirk. “‘Please’ what?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

The need was overwhelming, like there was deep, intense itch inside of him that needed satisfying. Derek gritted his teeth and pushed his giant butt closer to Stiles, grabbing his cheeks and pulling them apart to flash his tight hole. “Please fuck me!” he begged.

Stiles crawled forward and grabbed a hold of Derek’s waist, right at the crest of his overblown mounds. As he worked himself inside of Derek, he loved the way Derek tensed up.

“Oooohhhh fuuuuck,” Derek moaned as he pressed his forehead against the hard mattress as he was stuffed full. Automatically, Derek started to buck and roll his hips in tune to Stiles’s thrusts. 

As Derek was heatedly fucked, he couldn’t help but marvel at how intense the pleasure that surged throughout his altered body was. His cheeks bounced and rippled, adding to his orgasmic bliss. He could still see himself in the bedroom mirror, noting that he looked ridiculous with his large muscles and even larger ass, getting fucked silly by his much smaller boyfriend. His jaw was slack as he moaned like a slut, and his useless, untouched cock bobbed between his thighs, drooling precum.

Despite his previous disdain with bottoming, Derek felt himself craving the sensation of being filled with his boyfriend’s cock. His enormous ass wasn’t something to be embarrassed by, but it was a gateway to the ultimate pleasure.

By the time Stiles tensed up and came, filling Derek up with his load, Derek had already came about twice. He unconsciously flexed his cheeks as his boyfriend came, desperately milking him to get more of that sensation of being full.

“Holy fuck,” Derek panted, his chest slick with sweat. “We have to do that again!”

[2 Weeks Later]

True to Stiles’s word, the spell had worn off after a few hours, and Derek’s butt had deflated back to its normal size. Still, the werewolf loved to top his human boyfriend, and would mount him on the daily. However, there were now times when Derek would playfully walk up to his boyfriend and press his toned butt against him.

“I think it could use some more size, what do you think?” he’d coyly ask, biting down on his lower lip in anticipation as Stiles would snap his fingers, and Derek would feel his pants grow tighter…

Got shorts a size too big? An air tank will fix that~

Literally the best thing I’ve ever seen

Genji Inflation Test

Just a quick test of morphing/animating/sentence splicing/audio mixing. 

Genji’s gotta keep that booty lookin good; even if that means sending himself adrift in the wind :3

Enjoying the view?~

Bottom heavy balloon

Not too happy with how the shading and shine on the suit turned out (the head looks great though). :\

Anyway! Here’s Cat Noir from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir, looking a bit full and tight! Just how much is he gonna keep pumping? >:3c

I know I usually post my smol inflatable alien boi but here’s Reaper seeing how big he can get :3