FSE

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Not feeling particularly ready to depart from the bath Bombjackal idly wades to the edge of the glimmering basin. Due to the canine's great size his tub is in essence what anyone of normal size would consider a small swimming pool. And it is an extravagent pool at that. The basin is made of fine bronze, the floor is made from cut marble, and the walls are decorated primarily with mirrors. Bombjackal floats with some difficulty. The bottom half of his body is spherical and the shape combined with his natural buoyancy force him to float and balance his upper body aloft. If he isn't careful his top half will dip under the water. This embarrassing balancing act is the reason why Bombjackal bathes in private. Eventually he wobbles his way to the lip of the tub and plants his hands on the marble floor. Pushing with his burly arms and kicking with his relatively tiny legs the jackal is able to teeter himself out of the water. He hastily shifts his balance to find his legs and stands. His rubbery skin, freshly cleaned, is lustrous in the light of the many torch sconces adorning the walls. Walking toward a towel hanger Bombjackal's thighs squeak against his huge, round belly. He snatches a clean towel from the wall and begins to dry himself while also buffering his skin to an even greater shininess. He is careful to polish behind his tall ears and around his rope-like tail. Bombjackal insists on appearing as impeccable as possible when making an outside appearance.

Bombjackal walks with heavy steps upon his tiny paws to his room dreaming of the loot he and his lackeys will soon come to possess. The canine's faithful servants are the Jackallings: normally-proportioned jackals. They have learned that a delivery of precious gems and metals is being delivered to a jeweler's stand in a nearby city and Bombjackal has decided that these goods will be his. The canine and his diminutive toadies are thieves. Bombjackal, the vocal face of the crew came to be a bandit when he realized that his bomb-like appearance lends him a constant implication of danger. He was quick to learn that even the gutsiest sheriff backs away when the canine brings a torch to his fuse of a tail. Likewise no one will challenge the jackal for fear of what will happen if he is attacked too forcefully. He might explode. Now one is entirely sure what will happen when Bombjackal explodes and he fosters this ignorance for his own benefit. He is only interested in riches though. He doesn't harm anyone if he can avoid it. The Jackallings are too inept to hurt anyone in any case. Bombjackal thrives on the threat of explosion alone. He normally leaves criminal dealings to his servants, but when the mood strikes he makes an appearance in person to 'put the fear of the bomb in them.'

Bombjackal arrives at his fanciful wooden boutique and begins to dress. He places a shimmering headdress of gold and green feldspar atop his head and slips his favorite golden bands around his hammy wrists. He grabs a cloth wrap and expertly swaddles his lower body. Only by tugging the garment tightly at his thighs does the garment stay in place. It would otherwise fall right off of his smooth, round lower half. With some difficulty the canine reaches over his belly and slips two golden bands around each of his ankles. He looks proudly at himself in the mirror, a grin on his long, pointed muzzle. He runs his chubby fingers over his belly and it emits a loud squeak. He is ready.

"I'm ready!" Bombjackal says loudly, wheeling around on the heel of a paw to face the door. When he is met with prolonged silence and a growl appears in his throat. "Hey! I said 'I'm ready'... Urrgh. Those dummies." The silence continues. Bombjackal waddles to the grand doorway of his chambers and peaks his head into the hallway. No sign of the jackals who are normally all too eager for a pretext to pay Bombjackal a visit. The jackals literally and figuratively look up to Bombjackal as an idol owing to the fact that he has technically rescued them from a life of poverty. Even if he raised them into a life of crime. Their... admiration can sometimes border on the excessive though and the fact that they haven't appeared instantly at the jackal's call is off-putting. Bombjackal stands with his fist on his wide hips, pouting.

"Well you are definitely 'round' aren't you?" A voice speaks from behind. Bombjackal turns around in shock to find an intruder has somehow appeared in his room. A male dog, bull-terrier, lays casually within Bombjackal's oversized and concave bed. He makes himself comfortable and even stretches when he realizes that he has caught Bombjackal's attention. The dog wears fine violet slacks and a patterned sash. Bombjackal is shocked for a moment before settling into a seething anger.

"Who the heck are you? And what are you doing in my bedroom?" Bombjackal asks, baring his teeth. He stomps loudly to his bed and is angered further when his size and explosive aspect do nothing to phase the intruder. The jackals is put off when he finds the dog's eyes are wholly black and peer at him hungrily. The dog, laying on his own bed, is ogling him from head to toe.

"Do you realize that you are laying on THE Bombjackal's bed?" Bombjackal says, crossing his arms proudly. "I'd suggest you disappear before I start to get heated up." The jackal eyes one of the torches lining the wall.

"Oh, there won't be any need for that my friend." The dog says. He takes on an amiable stature and rises to his paws. He hops from Bombjackal's bed and approaches the jackal who stands a full two or three feet taller than himself. He extends his hand with a smile. "My name is Grant. What I am doing in your bedroom is offering you a once in a lifetime opportunity."

Bombjackal looks Grant over questioningly. While the dog is definitely off-putting he doesn't seem to be carrying anything dangerous. Bomjackal extends his hand which engulf's Grants in a tense, tight handshake. "How did you get in here anyway?" Grant grins, before promptly disappearing. Bombjackal is left holding nothing. Though he hears a padding to his right and finds Grant standing up from his sofa across the room. Grant fails to hold in a chuckle at the expense of Bombjackal's dumbfounded expression.

"I just ... got in." Grant says, standing before Bombjackal.

"Whu-wait. What?" Bombjackal says, arms falling to his sides.

"Would you like to hear my offer?" Grant asks. Bombjackal is extremely suspicious. Not only did the shady character make an offer and undress him with his eyes, but the jackal is simply angry that someone was able to infiltrate his hideout with seemingly no trouble at all. Not pleased with Grant's self-assuredness Bombjackal is spurred into uncharacteristic action. He winds up his right arm and swings in a mighty punch. His fist doesn't connect with Grant, though it should have, and the force of the swing causes Bombjackal to spin about face, lose his balance, and fall with a thud on his big bum. As he is reeling he finds Grant's arm offering to help him up.

"Looks like you slipped there." Grant says, with a knowing glance. Bombjackal, as soon as he finds his bearings, swats Grant's hand away and turns himself over. With his eyes on the shifty visitor he stands as tall and imposingly as possible. He contemplates the idea of taking another swing. Before he and move his arm though Grant speaks. "Mmm, do you really want to try again? I'm a patient dog, but I came here for your benefit and you just tried to hit me. Very rude. Also I don't think you want to fall over and hurt that bomb booty of yours again." Bombjackal seeths.

"So what's your stupid offer already?!" Bombjackal shouts. Grant begins to walk around Bombjackal in a circle as he explains.

"I am a wish granter, Mr. Jackal. You've seen the smallest sliver of my abilities just now. I can give you anything you wish. Money, strength, fame, kinky sex. Anything. When I heard that there was a creature as ... physically unique as yourself I had to see you for myself. But I think I like you. You deserve my services." Grant says, copping a feel of Bombjackal's fuse tail. The jackal tugs it out of Grants hands with a jerk. "So what do you think? Is there anything you want Bombjackal?"

Still feeling nonplussed by the dog's casual demeanor Bombjackal bellows "Hahaha. You have got to be kidding me! Do you know who -I- am? I have money coming out of my ears. Everybody knows who I am, heck people make offerings to me! I even have servants, even if they are a little dumb." Bombjackal looms over Grant jabbing a stern finger into the dog's chest to punctuate his points. The dog appears more and more frustrated with every poke, much to Bombjackal's satisfaction. "So no, I don't want anything from you, you creep. Get the heck out of my bedroom!" Bombjackal finishes with finality and folds his arms across his chest atop his belly.

"Well, it looks like your mind is made." Grant says, brushing off Bombjackal's posturing. He glares at Bombjackal with his black eyes wide and soulless. "I must say though. I've never been accosted with pride like yours before. I don't like it. Your lack of respect offends me, Mr. Jackal, and I have more than half-a-mind to teach you a lesson in humility."

"Hah! I'd like to see you try." Bombjackal says, grinning.

"Done." Grant says instantly.

"Tch, yeah right. What are you gonna do t-- w-woah! Hey what's going on?" Bombjackal shouts as he suddenly hears a hissing sound and feels a strange pressure in his head. He feels gassy, as though he has to burp, but the gas doesn't escape and instead builds within his head. Soon, as the hissing sound increases in volume, Bomjackal's head begins to expand. He brings his hands to his cheeks to confirm. They are puffing outward rapidly. The rest of his face is inflating in kind. "Wh-what -oomph- is this?! G-oghh Grant?" The dog remains quiet, but the grin on his face reveals that the jackal's growing situation is his doing.

Bomjackal reels, unable to stop the rapid inflation of his head. He presses in with his hands, but is unable to stop the growth. What's more his cheeks and muzzle have taken on the soft, rubbery character of a balloon. His ears twitch stiffly when they hiss to fullness. The jackal's muzzle is so large that he can hardly see around it. Even his lower lip has puffed up and sits constantly puckered and shining. The transformation isn't completely unpleasant however. The jackal blushes at the increasingly tight, sensitive feeling of his skin pulled over the inflated features. He squeaks his face accidentally and the resultant shuddering is extremely pleasurable.

The jackal stumbles toward his bedroom mirror and, after ducking down to fit his swollen head, is able to watch as the transformation subsides. His head is nearly as enormous and round now as his lower body! Every bit of his face, down to his eyes, is bulged out and puffy. His taut skin collects in creases at the folds and groans loudly with the slightest motion. Bombjackal runs a finger over his squishy, inflated muzzle.

"Whut didju do tuh--h-hnn?" Bombjackal attempts to speak, but trips over his words. Flustered, he tries again, this time accounting for his massively puffed muzzle and lower lip. "Wh-what did you do to[B1] my beautiful face?!" The lip jiggles heartily when he talks.

"I've given you a head sized to fit your pride. Your 'big-headedness.' I think it suits you."

Bombjackal wheels around and nearly falls. Walking with a spherical body was a balancing act already, with his new bloated head it is even more of a challenge. He holds the head up with his hands as he speaks. "How dare you? Ch-change me back!"

"Well if I do that you won't learn your lesson will you?" Grant says. The dog, looking smug, eyes Bombjackal again as he did before. He rubs his chest in an erotic display. Bombjackal is furious, a humongous frown on his big face.

"Come here you weirdo. I'll make you change me ba--Ack!" Bombjackal stomps toward Grant but, unprepared for the awkward weight of his noggin, falls flat onto his chin landing directly in front of Grant who laughs.

"Oooh that's excellent." Grant says, rubbing Bombjackal's nose.

"Grrr." Bombjackal growls which causes his sensitive, air-filled head to vibrate pleasantly. "You better change me back right now or I'll--" Bombjackal is laying flat on the ground with his rounded butt in the air. His head looks incredibly goofy. Grant interrupts the jackal with a raised hand.

"I'll tell you what. If you can show a dog a good time, maybe I'll think about giving you your old head back." Grant says.

"What are you..." Bombjackal begins, before he understands Grant's lewd meaning. "Nnooo. No way, are you kidding me?! Especially after what you just did? No way. Get outta here! I'll find my own way to undo... this." Bombjackal says, attempting to lift himself to his paws. It proves very difficult. He can't balance his lower body and head and so flops down to the ground in a heap, his entire frame squeaking loudly.

"Is that so? Know many magic-users do you?" Grant asks, quirking an eyebrow. Bombjackal's big eyes dart nervously. "Right. Well if you won't indulge me I guess I'll be on my way. Hope you plan to never wear shirts or anything like that, Blimp-jackal." Grant turns and slowly meanders out of Bombjackal's bedroom acting dejected. Bombjackal, having considerable trouble push-upping himself to erectness begins to fret. In a moment of desperation he calls out.

"W-wait! Grant." He says. As soon as he does so Grant appears before his rounded muzzle and hastily wraps his arms around it, hugging and squeazing it tightly.

"Oh I knew you'd come around." Grant says, grinding against Bombjackal's lips lightly.

"Grrrr. Fine. Lets just get this over with. But for the record I'm not going to like it." Bombjackal says.

"Well that's fine babe," Grant says. "I will." Grant snaps his fingers and is suddenly in the nude, his cock already quite erect.

"Uggh. You're turning me back to normal as soon as this is over." Bombjackal says, half in question.

"Mhm, if I'm pleased with your performance. Open up." Bombjackal says, petting Bombjackal's shining nose.

"Open-? Are you joking?" Bombjackal says. Grant is certainly well endowed, but Bombjackal's maw is as tall as Grant. Oral sex would be the equivalent of a normal person sucking on a toothpick. "Look how-how huge my mouth is."

"Hmm." Grant says, rubbing his chin, "You know you are completely right. I'm going to need a much larger cock to take advantage of your freakishly swollen head." Grant reaches down and gropes his package, infusing it with a black, magic aura. As he gropes his hard dick and balls grow exponentially. His endowments are the only parts to change leaving the dog with a dong nearly as tall and wide as himself. His massive testicles sit tensely on the ground, eager for release. "There we go, huh?"

"Awww man." Bombjackal says before tentatively opening his big mouth.

Grant swings his enormous rod and slides it slowly into Bombjackal's big muzzle. The jackal's teeth themselves are inflated. With the ballooned tongue and general smoothness, his muzzle is very inviting. Grant can hardly stop himself. He injects his huge dick until it jabs the back of Bombjackal's throat. The jackal himself plants his hands on the ground for leverage. He hacks and coughs until his mouth is soundly filled with Grant's meat. He wraps his plump lips around it and begins to lap and suck at it dutifully. As he does so he can't help but notice that his face is still very tight and sensitive. The sensation is actually very erotic. He would almost say he enjoys the experience. Almost.

As soon as his Bombjackal begins sucking Grant starts humping. This is a bit awkward due to the fact that his dick is almost larger than he is, but he manages the job with gusto. Pleasing Grant is quite easy for the jackal with his head so puffed-up. It is essentially an inflatable toy on its own. Bombjackal sighs through his nostrils and attends to the dog's dick, lapping at it as well as he can. He can at least be sure to give Grant a good time so that he can be turned back to normal and never speak of this embarrassment again.

"If I didn't know any better -unf- I'd say you were enjoying this blimp-head." Grant says. He humps continuously, causing Bombjackal's many facial furrows to squeak. The dog soon takes to hugging Bombjackal's muzzle while humping as well. The soft muzzle, being as large as himself, is good for leverage. He thrusts deeply into Bombjackal like this until he nears his climax. He buries his face into Bombjackal's plushy nose as his balls clench.

"Mphhh. Ohh yeaah. Big-headed freak!" Grant growls as he blows his load. Caught between the floor and Grant's grip Bombjackal has no choice but to swallow. Grant does relinquish his control of Bombjackal's muzzle, but not before the jackal has gulped down the majority of the dog's ejaculate. He coughs and spits when his mouth is freed. The sweat from his brow causing his chubby cheeks to glisten. He manages to spit out the last of the seed and wipes his bulging lip until it gleams to his liking. Grant, having tossed himself off for the remainder of the session, stands quite pleased with himself. He casts Bombjackal a glazed-over, sidelong glance. The dog's cock then resumes its normal size and the canine approaches. The jackal waits expectantly with a big grimace. Grant pinches Bombjackal's cheek.

"That was ... -ahem- That was good. But I wasn't completely satisfied." Grant says.

"What?!?" Bombjackal says, surprisingly affected more by the insult to his performance than Grant's probable dishonesty.

"Yeah you didn't use tongue quite right.. Could've worked that fat lip a bit more. Sorry buddy. You're going to be a blimp until you can get it right." Grant says. The bull terrier circles Bombjackal's cheek with a claw before promptly disappearing.

"Are you kidding me?!" Bombjackal says. He is furious, and can only pound his hammy fists on the floor before coming up with a plan. "Jackallings! Get in here dangit!" Bombjackal shouts.

Thankfully the jackal soon hears the pattering of his devoted servant's paws as they run to his chambers. As an afterthought Bombjackal decides that if any of his three servants mentions his embarrassing transformation they will get a walloping.

The three small, purple jackals soon round the corner and freeze upon seeing their benefactor and idol on the ground tapping a finger in impatience. They rush to his side with some curious glances at his inflated head.

"Your roundness, are you, um, okay?" Benny, the ostensible leader of the trio asks. He and Bonnie, the lone female jackal dutifully help their master to his paws. Bombjackal had always been larger than them, but with his inflated head he now looms far above them. Benny and Bonnie simper with one another wondering whether they should dare to inquire about Bomjackal's big change. Bombjackal stands with a raised eyebrow.

"Hey Bombjackal, why's your head so big?!" Fuse says. The simplest jackal speaks for the other two, ignorant of his master's fury. Bombjackal deflates and stamps toward Fuse. He bends his head forward, careful not to fall over, and bumps Fuse onto his tail. The incorrigible Fuse sits unaffected by Bombjackal's scowl and leans forward to sweetly hug his master's muzzle. Bombjackal's anger dies in his throat. Benny and Bonnie join Fuse and wait for an explanation.

"Where have you clowns been?" Bombjackal bellows, causing the trio to flinch. "There was some creep-o dog guy who broke into my room! He um-- uh I totally handled him. Heh. I gave this one-two punch and he was on his butt. I was about to blow him up good, but he tricked me and made my head all big!" Bombjackal says, internally patting himself on the back for the face-saving embellishment.

"Wow! Nice job sir. We didn't see any dog guys." Bonny says, looking to the other two for confirmation. "How did he blow your head up anyways?"

"I like it!" Fuse says.

"Grrrr." Bombjackal growls. "Don't worry about that! I want you to get out there. Find this guy and bring him here. He's a white dog. Really, really creepy looking. We'll make him pay for messing with my beautiful face." The Jackallings listen to Bombjackal dutifully before being distracted by something behind him.

"Pardon me, your roundness, but is that the creepy dog-guy you were talking about?" Benny points to the far wall of Bombjackal's bedroom. With some difficulty Bombjackal turns and uses his arms to swivel his head and look behind him. He is shocked to find Grant lifting his pants off the ground and acting as though he just noticed the presence of the four jackals.

"Oh! I forgot my pants." Grant says.

"Yes!! That's him! Jackallings go catch this guy and mess him up." Bombjackal says, pointing at Grant who acts wholly unaffected.

"Yes sir!" The three jackal's shout. They raise their fists and run full-tilt toward Grant. The dog makes a horizontal sweeping motion with his hand and summons a strong wind which causes all three of the small jackals to stumble and fall to their faces. The well-intentioned, but largely useless servants roll on the ground whining in pain.

"You certainly do have servants don't you Bombjackal? Those are some quality servants! Wow. You know I was going to let you know that I reconsidered your performance earlier. I was going to turn you back to normal, buuuut just for siccing your adorable, little thugs on me you get more inflation." Grant says snapping his fingers.

"Nononono wait -Ooomph- Bombjackal grabs his head tightly as once again it surges to a larger size. His cheeks and muzzle puff out wildly. The squeaking of his rubbery skin is drowned out only the incessant hissing. His muzzle is so bulbous it nearly blinds him and his lip is prohibitively large and puffy. Finally, when his head is as huge and round as his lower portion the growing stops. Bombjackal sways struggling to keep himself from toppling over. The sensual tautness of his face is distracting. He bites his lip to keep from moaning. If only he could release it, but the pressure stays constant, teasing him.

"Wow look at you. What a freaky hourglass you are." Grant says, gawking at the jackal as he holds his massive head aloft. Fuse, having recovered from his fall watches Bombjackal's inflation with what could only be described as envy.

"Oh come on. Dis is ridiculous!" Bombjackal says, finally finding balance.

"Bombjackal if you can let go of your pride and apologize, right now. I'll turn you back to normal. I promise. Just get on your knees and say you're sorry for offending me." Grant says, licking his lips. Bombjackal is too angry to contemplate this.

"Jackallings get up an' clobber 'dis freak alreddy." Bombjackal orders. The small jackals jump to their paws. But before they can lunge at the dog he shrugs and disappears. "Dangit Grant! Urrrgh. Whut are you t'ree still doin' here?! Go find 'im an' bring 'im back here. Go! Get outta here and gimme some privacy, don't come back 'til you find him." Bombjackal says loudly. The jackals, shocked by what they had seen and by their boss' further transformation bolt from the room.

"Urrgh. Can't believe 'dis. Stupid huge head." Bombjackal says, rubbing his hyper-inflated cheeks and stroking his tall, erect ears. "Ooph, geez my head feels so tight." The jackal shuts his eyes and indulges. He gently squeezes his muzzle , enjoying the sensation. When he begins to lustily suck on his plump lip.

"Your roundness why don't you... What are you doing?" Benny says from Bombjackal's doorway. The inflated jackal drops his hands, blushing furiously. Taking the hint Benny adds "Why don't you just apologize to him? He seems pretty powerful."

"Get out!" Bombjackal shouts. When he is alone again a hand drifts again to his extremely taut cheeks for a stroke...

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