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This story was written for Serling as part of my Patreon request days for January 2018. It contains M/M sex between consenting adults, and inflation/pool-toy related lewdness. :3

Inflated Expectations

"E-excuse me?"

Timothy paused, barely catching the soft, breathy voice as it addressed him from... the otter frowned, he looked round himself but didn't see anyone else. He was all alone on this quiet, pleasantly cool forest walk, and even now it seemed he remained that way. At least, until the voice called out again.

"Hello? I-is someone there? Please, I... I need some help."

There was no denying the presence of the voice this time, and though at first the otter looked around to see if there was anyone else, anyone more qualified to render any kind of aid to whoever needed it, he took a deep breath and stepped off the path. Into the woodland itself, and towards what sounded like the origin point of the voice. Sure enough, after maybe just ten or fifteen metres of pushing through undergrowth and walking over soft, crisp leaf-litter, the otter came upon the source of the voice. His eyes bulged, his cheeks flushed, and he dropped to one knee before the collapsed and crumpled form he found before him.

"Oh my god, a-are you okay?"

Though he was somewhat embarrassed to admit it, Timothy had only ever met one inflatable before. They'd gone to school together way back in grade school, but the soft, squishable and oh so friendly fox had transferred away to a private school after some bully in a higher grade came into class with a safety pin one day and threatened to pop her. Since then, while of course he'd known that they existed, the very idea of inflatable, living pool-toy like people living their lives in the world had entirely slipped out of the otter's mind. Until now. Until he found himself kneeling in the forest before the flattened, utterly deflated rubbery body of an inflatable orca.

The glazed, plastic eyes of the orca turned towards Timothy, and though he couldn't nod in his current state, he murmured an affirmative. The corners of his muzzle creased slightly upward in a warm smile, albeit somewhat contorted by the fact that he was rather crumpled in his current position, and through lips that were barely capable of moving, with a voice that was breathless and so soft Timothy couldn't believe he'd actually heard him calling out all the way from the path, the orca spoke.

"Oh, I'm just peachy. I... I'm sorry to have to ask this, but... could you give me a hand? Some friends of mine, well, I say friends... they brought me out here and deflated me as a prank. Hilarious, right? They took my bag, my clothes. My emergency patch kit and pump. Everything."

Timothy frowned, shaking his head in complete dismay.

"That's terrible. Oh god, I'm so sorry. Yeah. Y-yeah, of course I'll help. What do you need? Should I... I mean, do you want me to carry you back to my car? I can drive you into town to someone you trust, or, to your house if you've got a pump there?"

The orca looked up at him with a plaintive, desperate gaze that made the otter's cheeks flush. A soft whimper escaped the flattened male's lips, and the sides of his neck creased and squeaked slightly as the un-inflated material turned from side to side in a shake of the head as best it could.

"Please, I... I've been out here all day already. Flattened all day. I'm so embarrassed. I'm so pissed off at them. All I want is to be able to stand on my own two feet. To walk. To move. To not feel so powerless. Please, I... I know it's a lot to ask. You don't know me, and... well, look, I'm just gonna come out and say it. Will you please re-inflate me? Here. Now."

The otter's eyes widened. His already flushed face burned crimson, and he coughed nervously. The inflatable figure's own eyes stared pleadingly up at him, and the orca spoke again regardless of the effort it no doubt took to draw each and every breath in his current state.

"I know how personal a thing that is to ask. And... I know you probably know the rumours about what can happen when you inflate an inflatable. I'd be lying if I told you there wasn't at least some truth to them. But, I'm really, really stuck here. I'm already as embarrassed and frustrated as I can get, so... please, please don't let awkwardness keep you from helping me out. You have no idea how grateful I'll be to you if you're able to help me. To get me back on my feet, literally."

Timothy glanced nervously down the length of the orca's body, blushing as he looked for the nozzle, the small valve that would allow him to manually, by hand and by his own lungs, inflate the male in front of him back to full capacity. He couldn't see it, but that didn't matter. No matter where it was, no matter how potentially intimately it was located or indeed how familiar he was with the... side effects that an inflatable anthro could receive as a result of being re-inflated, he couldn't say no. He couldn't just leave this man here, or carry him flattened and folded up in his arms against his will elsewhere just so he could pass that burden off to someone else.

The otter nodded, and smiled nervously down at the flat figure before him.

"Okay. O-okay, I'll do it. I'm Timothy, by the way. What's your name, friend?"

Even though the orca was already as flat as could be, Timothy swore he saw him sag slightly in relief when he agreed to help. A moment later the inflatable male's smile was back, and he was beaming as warmly as he could back up at the red faced otter.

"Lenox. I... I'm Lenox. And, thank you in advance. Thank you, Timothy."

Gently, carefully and as respectfully as he could, Timothy reached over as he nodded in reassurance to the orca. He gently turned the male's body over, careful to hold his head so that Lenox' face didn't end up in the leaf-litter below, and soon located the orca's valve. It was thankfully located in a somewhat accessible place, no doubt how his friends had gotten to it without the orca being able to stop them or notice what they were doing in time, just in the centre of what would probably end up being Lenox' right shoulder-blade. Currently it was fully protruding from the small divot into which it could be depressed when the orca's body was inflated, and the plastic cap upon it was hanging loose. Still with immense care and tenderness, Timothy reached out for it. His hand froze for a moment, just inches away, and he forced himself to take a breath. To close his eyes, and to keep his mind from wandering to the last time he had seen someone putting their hand and mouth upon one of these valves.

His already flushed face burned brighter, Timothy holding back a bashful whimper as he realised that what he had told himself earlier, that he had barely thought of inflatables since knowing one way back when he was a cub, wasn't strictly true. After all, barely a few months ago he had watched... that video. As far as amateur porn clips went, it was a classic. You could barely surf any well known amateur video site without coming across it in the most popular or most talked about video feeds, and even though Timothy had never been entirely comfortable with fetishising someone's basic biology in the way that many inflatables were within porn, he had found himself watching it nonetheless.

As he brought Lenox' valve up towards his face, he tried not to think about the moans of the inflatable woman as her lover squeezed the valve while gently fondling her body, pushing the air out of her one intimate region at a time. He tried not to think about how she had giggled and squirmed as she was rendered flat and helpless, or how loudly she had begun to cry out, to grunt and moan in ecstasy when her lover began to re-inflate her soon after.

His lips touched to Lenox' valve, and a helpless gasp of excitement escaped the orca.

"O-oh... oh, s-sorry. I... I'll t-try not to... ah. Please, ignore me. Don't... d-don't stop. It's just... it's sensitive, is all."

Timothy squeezed the valve to open it up, squeezing his eyes tightly shut and trying to ignore the long, gurgling moan that escaped Lenox as he blew his first lungful of air into the orca's deflated, currently flattened interior. He blew again, and again, and again...

"Oh. Oh yes. Yes... a-ah, dammit. I'm sorry."

Whimpering, moaning in pleasure as his torso began to swell slightly, Lenox groaned in dismay when Timothy paused to draw breath once again. The otter was glad that the other man couldn't see the look on his face, nor indeed the swelling front of his trousers as he listened to the orca's moaning. He just chuckled nervously.

"It's okay. We're cool. Let's just get this done, yeah? Let's get you back on your feet, and we can forget all about this..."

He saw the orca's mostly flaccid body strain to nod its head once again, and returned his mouth to the tender rubber nozzle upon Lenox' shoulder. No sooner had he done so, the moans resumed. Longer, louder, more desperate than ever as he rapidly breathed multiple lungfuls of air into the orca and began to see some real progress, the inflatable male's arms and legs filling out a little, beginning to un-crumple themselves as fingers trembled slightly. He took more breaths and immediately blew them out into the inflatable's interior, only to gasp soon afterwards as independently at long last, Lenox' body began to move, to act of its own accord. The orca pulled away from Timothy, but just a little. Just enough to pull himself up onto his knees, his upper body sagging forward slightly in its only semi-inflated state but at last with enough autonomy to at least glean some control.

"Don't stop... y-you're doing it... ohh, please, d-don't stop..."

Lenox moaned as Timothy kept on blowing into him, the otter wishing that the orca's moans, his pleas didn't sound quite so sexual, quite so much like the woman in the video as she was re-inflated amidst wails of her own pleasure and her partner's feverish, eager masturbation. Within his jeans Timothy's cock ached to be touched, by himself or indeed by the orca's own soft plastic fingers. He denied himself even the slightest release though, refusing to demean or abuse this orca's trust when it was no-one's fault that his own that he was being turned on by this act. Sure, the orca sounded like he was having fun too, but Timothy knew he couldn't help it. Having someone inflate your nozzle manually as an inflatable would be like a flesh and blood person needing to have their cock or clit rubbed for a good ten or fifteen minutes before they could use their arms or legs in the morning. It didn't matter if it felt good or not, it had to be done.

"Almost. I... a-aahhh... I'm almost full. So full. So warm, y-your air, your lungs... yes..."

The more Timothy inflated Lenox though, the harder it was for the otter to maintain the illusion inside his own head that told him the orca wasn't enjoying this. He could hear the rubbery body of the inflatable squeaking as it squirmed and shivered before him. He could see and feel the material of the inflatable male's form growing firm and filled out to within normal margins, though there were still some areas within his limbs that were obviously yet to be fully restored. More than anything though it was the words Lenox spoke that gave him away, his comments, his pleas and encouragement to Timothy growing less instructive and more lustful with each passing moment.

"Give it to me. G-give me your air. Yes. Yes. Make me swell, m-mmhh... make me... ah, I'm... I'm getting so full. Oh, I'm almost there. Please, d-don't stop. Don't... aahhh..."

And to the otter's horror, he found himself obeying. He found himself listening and acquiescing to the orca's lustful pleas, his own cock straining and drooling pre-cum into his underwear as he brought this inflatable male such potent pleasure with increasing amounts of purpose and intent. He blew harder. Deeper. He drained his lungs of air with each and every breath, and gasped in shock but didn't stop even when one of the orca's now fully inflated and mobile hands reached out, grasped the hand not squeezing at the valve to keep it open, and guided it round to run over the inflatable's deliciously firm, smooth and rounded belly, all the way down to his crotch.

"Just a little more... please..."

The orca gurgled as he guided Timothy's trembling, warm, flesh and fur clad hand between his legs, to where Timothy could just feel a small slit in the rubbery material that lay there. He breathed another lungful into Lenox, and he swore he felt the orca's crotch in particular tremble. The inflatable male cried out loudly. He breathed into the orca again, and again, and then...

"Yes!"

With a squeaking, a soft sound of rubber against rubber, Timothy felt something burst forth from the slit over which he had his hand hovering. A protrusion that felt somewhat curved, almost s-shaped in nature. His eyes bulged, yet instinctively, uncontrollably in his current state of arousal, he grasped at it and squeezed.

" Yes!"

The orca wailed as Timothy grabbed and squeezed at his swollen member, his body so intensely and fully inflated that it could no longer be held back within its vent no matter how he tried. That, after all the valve-based stimulation and the swelling of his whole body he had just received, was too much for him to handle. The inflatable male's whole body began to quiver, to shake like a leaf, and though there was no slit from which cum could pour, no hole to provide any ribbons of thick, creamy release as a flesh and fur male might well have done, his inflatable cock twitched and strained as he was lost in a potent and lengthy orgasm.

"Ohh god..."

Timothy meanwhile could only cling to the male, his face drawing back from the valve and peering over the orca's shoulder to see his straining cock clutched within his own hand. He could only blush and moan in desperate arousal of his very own as he watched and felt the inflatable male cum because of his actions, and when the orca's tail began to flail and twitch between his legs, rubbing at the front of his stretched jeans and their immensely worked-up contents, the otter could do nothing nor indeed wished to do anything to keep himself from joining his new, inflatable friend with cries of pure, unabashed ecstasy. He stroked and squeezed at Lenox' cock while his own erection began to twitch and spurt hot strings of cum over the interior of his underwear in a deliciously intense, sticky mess, and all but collapsed against the squishy, lightweight form of the inflated orca as they sank to the ground soon after in a happy, blushing heap, both utterly spent and completely satisfied.

"I... w-wow... oh god, I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get so..."

Lenox murmured as they came down from their intense, shared peak.

"No, I'm the one that should apologise. It was totally inappropriate for me to act that way, I know you couldn't help it..."

Shaking his head and whimpering softly, the otter stared guiltily down at the ground. He gasped however when one of Lenox' rubbery hands cupped his face, and guided his eyes back to the inflatable male's own.

"Hey. It's okay. I... I don't want you to feel guilty. Not when I enjoyed it so much."

Timothy's eyes bulged.

"R-really?"

The orca grinned, his face rounded and handsome now that Timothy could finally see it in all three dimensions as intended.

"Really. And... if you did too? I'm especially glad. Thank you, Tim. T-thank you so much for helping me."

Before the otter could say anything more, he felt soft, rubbery lips press against his own. His eyes widened, and he moaned softly as for the very first time in his life he found himself kissing an inflatable. Tasting the living rubber of that other man's body, and feeling a soft, air filled tongue brush against the tip of his own.

They didn't say much more after that. Timothy offered to give Lenox a ride back into town to get some clothes, but the orca assured him that his bag was around here somewhere with all his stuff in it. The otter of course offered to stay and help to find it, but Lenox chuckled and boldly touched a rubbery hand to the other male's crotch, fondling the damp, darkly stained denim.

"I think you should head home and get a change of clothes yourself. If you let the cum set in, any canine you walk past will know exactly what you were up to in those jeans no matter how many times you wash 'em. I'll be fine now, trust me."

He paused after saying that, reaching over his right shoulder and blushing slightly.

"Well, I will be if you do one last thing for me."

Turning on the spot, the orca pointed to his still open valve, albeit un-pinched and thus with the air flow currently all but nil. Blushing brightly, Timothy nodded and quickly sealed the valve, gently depressing it until with a pop it disappeared all but completely into the dark rubber of the orca's shoulder. He heard the Lenox gasp in satisfaction, but put any excitement that sound might have generated within his recently satisfied body to one side and smiled warmly when the naked inflatable turned to face him once more.

"Try to stay away from those... friends of yours, yeah? If you need a buddy to go on a walk with, I'm here most Saturdays. I promise, I won't let you down... no pun intended."

The orca grinned, and before the otter could react they were hugging tightly, the palms of his hands squeaking softly against the inflatable's rubber skin.

"That'd be great. Maybe I'll see ya around, Timothy."

The otter nodded back.

"I hope so. Seeya."

Timothy made his exit, stumbling his way back to the path and beginning the walk back towards his car where it was parked at the start of the forest trail. Lenox watched him go, and then waited. He didn't look around for his bag, he didn't start trying to find his clothes or any of the other items he had professed to lose. He just stood there, waiting and counting silently in his head. A minute passed. Five minutes. Ten. Finally a quarter of an hour.

The orca grinned, looking down at himself and the inflated, swollen erection still protruding from his crotch. He grasped it with one hand, and sat down upon the forest floor. Slowly, casually he began to masturbate. He moaned softly, toes curling, the rubber of his body squeaking slightly as he stroked himself. Then, with his free hand, he reached up to his shoulder. Up and over it, closing his eyes and focusing for a moment until with a soft pop his valve sprang free once more. He grasped its sealed cap, twisted, and moaned louder as he pulled it out. His fingers delicately enclosed the valve, they squeezed at its length, and...

"Ahhhyessssss..."

His hand moved faster on his cock as he began to deflate himself. Faster, harder, desperate to get every last drop of pleasure he could before he was too flaccid, too helpless to do anything more.

"Yes. Yes. O-ohh god..."

He moaned and moaned until he found himself breathless, until his body was growing increasingly limp and unresponsive. Only then did he push his mostly deflated cock back into its vent and cease his masturbation, instead focusing on pushing any remaining air out of the portions of his body where it lingered while he still could.

"Yes..."

The orca gasped in pleasure as he felt his face falling to the forest floor, staring up, blank and unresponsive at the lush green canopy.

"Y-yes..."

He loved doing this. He loved it so much, even if it did sometimes take a while; a few days rather than mere hours for someone to find him. Someone who would be willing to help him out, willing to re-inflate him right here, right now in this beautiful forest, so hidden away from anyone who might judge him for his situation, or anyone who might possibly suspect that there was any ulterior motive behind his presence here.

He fell silent. Thinking. Hoping. Fantasising. Waiting. Hours passed. Hours passed until in the early hours of that same evening, he heard a single set of footsteps approaching down the track nearby and the sound of a woman's voice, singing gently to herself in what she no doubt believed to be absolute solitude.

Drawing his breath as best he could in his flattened state, trying not to smile and to put on what limited extent of a concerned, harrowed expression he could muster, Lenox called out.

"Excuse me? H-hello? Please, I... I need some help."

He heard the footsteps stop. A few moments later, he heard rustling of underbrush, and fresh footsteps moving towards him.

"Hello? Is someone there?"

Shuddering in excitement, Lenox felt his whole flattened body tingling with arousal and excitement as he called out in breathless hope and longing.

"Yes. Yes, over here! Please, I... s-some horrible people deflated me and left me here, I... I can't move. Please, can you help me?"

By Jeeves

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