Pushing Your Limits
I sat in the parking lot outside the bar, trying to work up the courage to get out of my car and go inside.
This shouldn't have been difficult. I'm a grown boar. And it's not like I'm afraid of anything. But sometimes taking the first step is hard anyway.
I looked up to see a pair of college boys enter in at the front door--young huskies, brightly colored headfur, obviously a couple--and tried not to be jealous. I was probably double their age and had never had the opportunity to be with another man. When I was younger, it just wasn't a thing--guys would joke about it but you'd never see anyone who was open about it. I tried to live the 'normal' life, even had a lady for a bit, got as far as married with a mortgage--fortunately no kids--before she figured it out and left me.
Then the smartphone was invented and I found out the community I really wanted to live in was here and it was already all around me, even in podunk town.
Yet somehow, I still couldn't get involved. Sure, there were hookup apps--and a lot more folks seemed attracted to this middle-aged hog with a spare tire than I was expecting--but it didn't feel right, to just meet up with some guy who sends me a dick pic, no matter how thick that dick might look.
So I kind of retreated into myself. Spent a lot of money on mail-order toys. Various fetish gear that turned me on. Chatting, but still not ready to... come out--until I heard about the local kink night.
The opportunity to socialize--or to wallflower, if need be--in a group of like-minded folks felt exactly like what I needed.
That was what brought me here today.
More people were entering. The bar bore no public signage, but based on the... exuberant outfits many were wearing, I figured it was certainly the right place.
I knew I needed to be here--to join in.
I took a deep breath, powered through my reluctance, and went inside.
Inside, the bar was full of noise and people. My social skills had gotten a bit rusty since I had ended up on my own, so I figured I'd better take it slow, but as I pushed through the crowds to explore the place, I started to get a bit discouraged.
Everyone looked so young, so attractive, so happy... kids talking about their experiences, their conquests... and I was just the dirty old man hanging around on the edges.
The music throbbed up to a nearly painful level in the background, and I started to feel almost physically oppressed by the place--hyper-aware of how the beat of the rhythm interfered with the beat of my heart, how the jostle of the crowd was setting me off balance, how I was starting to hyperventilate...
I pushed my way toward the bathroom, sank into a corner by the trash can and tried to recover myself.
"I think it could do with more straps," I heard a gruff voice by the mirrors say. "Yeah. Ease up on the studs though, you look cheap." A wrp-wrp sound. "Cheap? This was your idea."
It sounded like the guy was arguing with himself, but when I looked up it turned out there were actually four guys up there, all of them shirtless tanukis built on the same thickset template. Identical quadruplets, is that a thing?
As I watched, one of them shut his eyes and with another wrp-wrp noise he grabbed onto his neighbor and disappeared. No, wait. Tanukis can transform. There was now a lightly studded black leather harness wrapped around his torso. Is he wearing his brother?
I started to feel sick again, my body shaking and my fingers starting to tingle.
And then the tanukis must have noticed me, as they had me surrounded. "Hey boar, are you okay?"
"Ugh," I said. "Panic attack, I think. Haven't had one in a long time."
"Can we help?" The tanuki on the left disappeared into his brother's hand, and his brother was holding out a couple of pills.
"Pills from a stranger in a bathroom," the tanuki on the right said. "So classy." He turned into a cup of tea in his brother's other hand.
I declined to swallow either of them, as politely as possible. "I just need some time. And some company. And... to be just a little less too-old-for-this."
The last animate tanuki tossed the teacup and pills into the garbage can--which started rattling violently as his brothers changed back and tried to fight their way out--and gave me a hand up. "I've got just the place for you." He started leading me back to the far end of the bathroom.
"Is there something back here?" I asked, as we stood in front of what looked like the supply closet. The tanuki's brothers came up behind us, pulling bits of paper towel out of their fur.
The harness-wearing tanuki held up his finger. "One moment." A glint of the light, and the finger took on the shape of a key, which he used to unlock the door. "Come on. It's quieter on this side."
The other side of the door held a space that was the mirror image of the bar's main area, but empty, dark save for some moonlight in the windows, and--when the door had been shut again--silent enough that only the faintest rumbles of the bass playing next door managed to get through.
"Thank you," I said, and took a seat in the corner. The tanukis surrounded me again. "I'm Ax. I don't usually have this kind of trouble, honest."
"Hey, it takes courage to come alone," the one on my left said. "And we're Turner."
The three of them extended their paws in greeting, and I felt a bit queasy again as I attempted handshakes. "Er... 'we'? All of you? Are one person?"
A couple of them looked abashed. "Hey. It takes courage to come alone. This is... more comfortable."
Harnessed Turner interrupted. "I'm sure you don't want to hear about that, though. What brings you here tonight?"
"Trying to get over my hangups," I said. "I've... I've been into inflation for years now. But... too afraid to connect with anyone about it. I know it's a 'weird' thing and I'm scared of driving off 'normal' people. Was hoping to find folks here who might understand."
"Inflation, eh? Well, you hit the jackpot there, piggy. Why just last week--let me show you--" Right Turner did the wrp-wrp thing and I was holding a Polaroid showing a massive ball of brown tanuki fur overshadowing a house.
"Please don't call me 'piggy'," I told the photo, as I tried to keep my composure. I hoped it was just my nerves, since Turner was clearly a nice guy--some nice guys--but the tanuki's transformations were just unsettling somehow.
Still, seeing him blown up so big had me adjusting myself in my pants. "You guys are making me jealous though. I haven't got tanuki magic... best I can do is get the 'pregnant' look with a hose or an air pump."
Left Turner leaned in and spoke softly in my ear. "You've got tanuki magic here and now though. We could fill you up. And watch you spread. And fill the room." His paw reached down and was stroking my bone. "Maybe bust down some walls. How about it, porker? How big do you want to get?"
My imagination ran with the tanuki's suggestions, and I imagined myself swelling beyond the bounds of the bar... swelling out into the street... becoming visible from space... but the back corner of my mind was trying to pull me back to reality. Destroy someone else's building, pay property damages for life.
His paw was reaching into my pants now. "Just imagine it, big fellah... the feel of your body stretching without limit... The creak of your hide as it struggles to contain Olympic swimming pools' worth of tanuki cum..."
Get too big to drain, miss work on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, lose your job...
Right Turner was leaning into me as well, paw stroking my rump, and Harnessed Turner was already out of his pants, stroking a thick cock that was short enough to fit easily in his palm. The musk of the tanukis' arousal was filling the air, sending a shiver down my spine as my snout drank it in.
Burst out of your clothes, get arrested for public indecency...
"Slosh... bloat... swell..." Left Turner blew softly in my ear, and I felt the unsettling sense that my body wanted to take in the air, like it was looking for any excuse to inflate.
Explode.
"Please..." I said. "Please fill me... so much... but..."
I told Turner about my fears.
"Ax, we wouldn't steer you wrong. Tanuki magic is stronger than most people think. Trust us."
"But--"
Harnessed Turner leaned in and put a musky finger to my lips to shush me as his other selves worked my jeans off my legs. "Trust us."
"All right... all right," I said. "Just... it's also my f--all right, I trust you." I blushed deeply and looked up at the burly tanukis as they slid their first cock into me.
Harnessed Turner growled as he gripped my sides and pounded me with quick, rough thrusts--this wasn't about prolonging either of our pleasures, this was about filling me with cum, the cum building up in those heavy tanuki balls that hit my rump with every thrust.
As I looked up at him I saw his body shifting--where before he was the spitting image of his other selves, now he was a little thicker around the waist and arms, a little more masculine around the face, and definitely a little girthier in my ass.
I held my breath as he started slowing his strokes, plunging in deeper as he got close, before finally he slammed in and I felt the pulse of his cock as those massive balls started unloading into me.
Now, I expected a heavy load, but I was seriously underestimating tanuki magic. With the very first blast, everything went dark--not because I passed out, but because my bloated body now obstructed my entire field of vision. The pressure was incredible; every part of me was stretched to an extreme and I had just enough time to feel like I couldn't possibly take anymore before, in the next instant, another shot of cum fired into me.
And then the next...
I felt the stretch of my body being pumped up five more times, my gut pressing up against the ceiling, before Turner finally pulled out of me.
To an outside view I couldn't have looked like anything more than a taut globe of boar fur filling half the room. I couldn't have moved if I tried; at this point I was basically a balloon full of tanuki cum, nothing more.
And then I felt another dick at my hole as the next tanuki took his turn.
I wanted to squirm free, to get a moment to adjust to my new fullness, but under so much weight it was impossible. Turner's second cock, long and slender, slid into my cum-greased hole with no resistance and started pounding away.
My body was too full at this point even to wobble, but I heard the subtle movements of tanuki cum gurgling inside me with each thrust. Despite everything, my cock was throbbing against my bloat--uncomfortable as it may have been, I was getting everything I ever wanted.
And then I yelped as Turner let loose his next shots of cum.
I could feel the spread of my body growing along floor and walls and ceiling as he filled me--but as I felt myself make contact with the far wall of the room, I started to panic again. It's one thing to feel claustrophobic and imagine the walls are closing in around you. It's even worse when the space actually is getting too small for you.
The second tanuki pulled out--I could feel his movements, squashed as he was between my underbelly and the wall--and suddenly there was a third cock at my hole.
"Whoa!" I yelled, as Turner pushed into me for sloppy thirds. "Stop, please stop, please stop."
The sound of my shouting was muffled by the sheer bulk of my overstuffed self; it was like shouting through a wall, and by the way the tanuki kept thrusting into me I was sure none of them were able to hear me.
I tried again, louder, and this time he hesitated, like he'd heard but wasn't sure he really had. I felt an odd sensation of something sliding along my perimeter, and in a moment I heard the tanuki's voice very close by in the darkness under my swollen body.
"You okay, porker?"
"I can't... I can't..." I began to feel the weight of thousands of pounds of cum as an intense pressure; my heart was pounding, and it was getting difficult to breathe.
I felt Turner's paws stroking my face as he recognized the return of my anxiety. "I'm here for you," he said. "Now, this is going to feel a little weird... just let it happen..."
His muzzle met mine, a gentle kiss accompanied by an odd whirring sound.
And powerful suction.
The intense pressure of the weight of cum turned into an intense need to let it out, and before I could even try to hold it back, it all came loose in a torrent of seed rushing up my throat and into the tanuki's maw. The sensation was... not as bad as one might expect; I felt like a firehose hooked up to an enormous tank.
And then I felt another muzzle at my ass, giving me the same treatment.
I felt the weight of cum lighten as I blasted the tanukis' loads back into them, but it definitely took a lot more time to let it out than it did to get filled.
By the time I was breathing easy again, the morning sun was coming in through the windows. One blimped-out boar and two blimped-out tanukis filled the room, and Harnessed Turner was stroking my aching gut.
"Next time," he said, "We'll take you outside and show you what real inflation is like."