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"And here we are; the beach!" a Typhlosion said, smiling, looking over to a Sylveon standing next to him. "Yeah, it sure is great, Torch," the female fairy-type said, purring, holding on to her boyfriends arm. The two would be dressed in swim gear, the male in a pair of swim trunks and the other in a simple bikini, one that showed off her C-cup breasts just perfectly to Torch's eyes.

"So, how about we set our stuff down, and go get something to drink?" Torch suggested, smiling as he and Silk headed down into the soft sand, sighing, loving the heat of the ground. "Sure thing love. You go set our things down, and I will go get us something to drink," Silk smiled, kissing Torch on the cheek before rushing off. Torch chuckled lightly to himself as he went and laid down there things. Pulling out a extra large towel, he went ahead and rolled it out. Flattening it out, he set up the umbrella for Silk, who insisted on it. Why go to the beach if you are never gonna enjoy the sun? Torch thought to himself, casting over half of the towel in shade.

After setting up a speaker, he set the volume down to low, and decided to just lay down and wait for Silk to return to their spot. Looking out to the ocean, he watched various Pokemon play with each other, from a group of water types playing volley ball, a Floatzel surfing, a few Eevee playing in the sand while a Flareon and Leafeon sat nearby. Cranking up the music, he decided to let Skillet drown everything out. Closing his eyes, he relaxed under the shining sun, the burning heat of the ground seeping through the ground, making him feel nice. Soon, he fell asleep, purring softly as everything faded to black.

Some time later, Torch would be jolted awake by a splash of water, making him bark out in anger. When he went to claw the assailants' eyes out, he would be caught off guard to discover his arms were tied up behind his back, making it difficult to move without putting immense strain on his shoulders. "Good, you are finally awake," a deep voice said, making Torch flick his eyes forward, a deep growl coming from the Typhlosion. "Who are you? Where am I? Where is Silk?!?" Torch yelled, snarling as the figure only chuckled. "All good questions, my dear Typhlosion," the disembodied voice said before a screen would turn on, revealing Silk, who was in a room of some sort, yelling for Torch. "You see her? Perfect little thing, isn't she?" the voice said with a growl that made Torch grit his teeth. "What do you want with us?" Torch asked, getting another laugh from the voice. "Oh, I have absolutely nothing to do with the Sylveon you hold so dear. All I want is you to... behave," the voice said, a pair of dark blue eyes appearing in the shadows. Roaring, Torch fired a Flamethrower at the eyes, only for them to vanish. "Tsk tsk tsk, behave now, my dear Typhlosion. Trust me, there are plenty of males that would love to have a piece of her~. Now, here is what you are going to do...," the voice said, something behind shoved into Torch's paw.

"That remote that you are holding is connected to an air tank. Your job is to take as much air from it as you can. Perhaps you haven't felt it yet, but there is a hose currently lodged up your ass-,"-a loud roar from Torch from that one who quickly realized it was true- "and keep inflating till I say you are good enough to stop. And, before you think of crushing the remote, it will automatically start pumping into you and won't stop until either the air tank is empty, or that belly of yours... well, I could use a fresh layer of Typhlosion paint~," the voice said, making Torch shudder at the implications. "Get to pumping blimp~," the voice said before fading away, the TV soon turning off as well. A small lamp would activate, revealing that he was in a spacious room, that much Torch was relieved for.

Feeling over the controls, he figured that it was some kind of dial controller, a neon blush on his face when he realized that there was a camera in the corner of the room, knowing that whatever sick bastard was more than likely watching him. Growling, he knew he had little choice, so he started to turn the dial just slightly, and gasped out, a soft moan escaping as he felt the air start to rush into him. He shifted lightly, the air flowing into him nice and steady. He managed to get himself up on to his feet, the pole behind him giving him all the support he wanted, but was unmoving otherwise. Getting comfortable, he turned up the dial, moaning louder as his belly swelled upward even faster, a deep blush crossing his face as his belly grew larger and larger, already nearing a full pregnancy, his face lighting up.

"Ah! I see a mister someone has been practicing inflation, hmm~?" the voice said before, making Torch grit his teeth as more air hissed into him. "Good... we are looking forward to see just how much that belly of yours can handle~," the voice said, making Torch's face to burn even hotter. "We? How many sick freaks are into making Pokemon... pop?" Torch thought to himself. He himself was all into inflation, pushing his limits to some extent, but never did he compliment the idea of popping himself. Hell, when he and Silk would fuck, he would often make her inflate off his-

Shit! Torch thought to himself, eyes going wide. By now, his belly was at a full pregnancy, and growing larger by the second. He shut his eyes tight, grunting as he felt his cock start to stir, begging it to not get hard, but yet, that only seemed to spur it into action even faster. "Oh ho! Looks like someone is getting excited...," the voice teased, making Torch to bark out and make it shut up, whimpering softly as his shorts began to tighten all the more around him. "Fuck... my compression shorts can barely handle me as it is....," Torch thought to himself, feeling the strain as his cock grew with every gush of air into him, moaning out as his hot belly grinded against his growing bulge, whining when the fabric began to tear. "Hot damn... someone REALLY loves inflation, huh~? Might just make you take the entire tank... but you would like that, wouldn't ya~?" the voice said, making Torch whimper more and more, the tearing getting louder with each passing second, his belly now easily at twins.

"Good to see such a willing balloon... be a good pet and take the entire tank then...," the voice said, making Torch gasped as his cock finally sprung free, his compression shorts holding back a VERY big surprise. A massive, 22" cock shot out of the shorts, a pair of balls the size of beach balls hanging down, now fully grinding against his belly as Torch fell to his knees, whimpering, trying to conceal his cock from view. "Hot damn! You sure are a big boy~," the voice said, laughing as Torch whined.

His belly only swelled out and upwards more and more. Torch's eyes went wide as he finally felt it; a tightening sensation. He cried out, cock pulsating against his massive belly, moaning out his pleasure. "Heh... that's it... look... your only half way done!" the voice said, the television coming back to life, showing a meter and a percentage, one that was going down every few moments. "Fuck.... P-please! I can't take much more!" Torch would bark out, whining as the growth for his belly started to slow down, spreading his legs as much as he could, trying to stay comfortable as his belly groaned and gurgled. "Too bad... take it all or burst... your choice~," the voice laughed, making Torch whimper.

Soon, much to his dismay, his belly would stop completely with growth, making him whine and whimper because of it. "Well, looks like your gonna paint the walls... let's see how big of an explosion you will make~," the voice purred. Torch barked out, feeling the pressure start to rise within hi m, making him cry out. Pain was starting to cramp through him, making him whimper more, leaving him with no choice. He began to thrust up against his belly, making him moan out, pre gushing violently from his cock after just one thrust. "Heh... looks like you really are enjoying yourself... be a good balloon and cum for us...," the voice commanded. As much as Torch wanted to say no, he couldn't help it. He barked out, cock pulsating hard as he began to cum and cum HARD. He moaned out, clutching down on the remote, actually spiking the air flow in him, making him howl with delight.

As he came, he groaned out loudly, moans filling the air as he took in more and more, his belly creaking out in stress, stretch marks slashing across his belly, forcing a howl out of him. His belly, normally a nice, yellow like in color, was now a light orange, the pressure building up so much. Soon, right when he felt like he was gonna pop, the pole that was behind him shot into the ground, allowing him to fall onto his back, whimpering loudly, moaning deeply, pain lacing through him. "Torch! Are you okay?" Silk asked, rushing into the room as the lights flared to life. "S-Silk? Are you okay?" Torch asked, panting, moaning deeply as Silk rubbed his drum taunt belly, her soft ribbons feeling really good, but made him shiver; the slightest press and he was sure he was gonna explode!

"Yo! Dude, you know you could have gotten us to stop, right?" a Zoroark said, grinning to Torch, making Torch blush even further. "Fuck you Shade. How did you even-" Torch began, only to be silenced by Silk. "I am the one that thought of setting this up. I have found out about your... inflation fetish, through your laptop," Silk chuckled, making Shade laugh and Torch blush. "Oh, and you can bet... you gonna be inflating a LOT for me~," Silk winked, purring to him.

When Torch and Silk would walk out of Shade's garage some time later, with the former feeling sore from almost exploding, Silk nuzzled close to him, murring deeply. "So... when we get home... round two?" Silk asked, getting Torch to give a wolfish grin.

"Fuck yeah~,"