The Macy's Day Pa-*FWOMPH!*
Koheed couldn't sleep. It was 4am and the burly husky had been tossing and turning for the past two hours; the thrill of the next day was proving far too much for him to concentrate on such seemingly trivial matters like sleep. The Macy's Day Parade was coming, and coming swiftly; the one day of the year where Koheed felt he could truly let go and be himself, not to give a damn about the mundane nature of everyday life. He could lose himself in a carnival of colour, lights, music, parade balloons and excited, happy people. This year would be his year. He smiled to himself as he thought of the giant inflatable wolf in his cellar; he was so pleased when the mayor had asked him to design and construct the lead balloon. All these years of hard work and dedication to his job had seemingly paid off for him. Tomorrow will be a good day, he though to himself dreamily. He glanced furtively at the bedside clock, as if sneaking up on it would show him the morning he craved for. The glowing green LED's winked back at him, taunting him with a display of "4:09".
"Goddammit, why can't I sleep?" Koheed moaned to himself in frustration; flopping his
head back onto his well-worn pillows, he sighed gruffly and resigned himself to an inevitable sleepless night.
A loud, obnoxious buzzing rang through Koheed's ears, piercing his eardrums with an infuriating shrillness. Growling angrily, he slapped his alarm clock with a deft swipe of his paw, knocking it to the floor and sending the batteries sailing out the back and scattering across the shag-pile carpet. Letting out a lengthy yawn, he stretched, scratched and spat into the bin beside his bed. Rising from his slumber, he plodded over to his dressing table, staring at the grey and white face that greeted him. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and passed a comb futilely through his tangled fur, but only succeeded in complicating the situation. Koheed shrugged and pulled on an old pair of jeans and a loose fitting green shirt. He wasn't dressing up for this event; people were going to be at the parade to see his balloon, not an unkempt husky after all. He grinned to himself in the mirror, letting his excitement start to take over.
"Not long to wait now!" He exclaimed to himself, his bright eyes darting across the room as he looked for his car keys. Grabbing them swiftly, he broke into a half-run down to his cellar, where his car, along with the balloon and all the necessary tools he would need awaited him. He jumped into his vehicle and started the well-used engine. His Mitsubishi purred with delight as he pressed his foot gently down on the accelerator. Koheed's car softly left the house, and with a slight splutter from the exhaust, propelled itself to the balloon inflation meeting point. His was to be the first one done, followed by the others. His chest swelled with pride at the thought of his work being seen by the whole city.
No longer than 20 minutes later he pulled up to the designated meeting point. Koheed practically leaped out of the car in his excitement. Bounding to the boot of his car, he started to unload his equipment, when a heavyset lion approached him. Clearing his throat, he announced:
"Koheed I assume?"
"Yes that's me," he beamed back at the pudgy feline.
"Excellent, glad you could make it on time, we've arranged a special location for your balloon to take flight, sir," the Lion purred in a thick, velvety accent.
"Cheers mate," Koheed replied, a smile of euphoric happiness etched onto his face, "which way do I go?"
"It's not far, you see that marquee over there? The red one?" the lion motioned with a chubby paw.
"It's in there?"
"Sure is."
"Thanks man! I can't wait to get this thing up and running!"
"Don't mention it sir," the lion murmured. Turning his back he slunk away, his fat rolls wobbling slightly with the motion, "I'll be seeing you later," he whispered wickedly to himself.
Koheed gathered his equipment onto a nearby transportation unit, nothing more than a motorised trolley, and set off to his new destination, a smile on his face and a song in his heart. He paused only briefly when he realised he never noticed any official ID on the lion. He gave it no longer thought though, he had work to do, and nothing was going to get in his way. It was only a matter of minutes before he pulled up to the marquee on the transport unit; pulling the flap of the entrance aside, he stepped into the huge tent. The sight of it took his breath away, it must have been at least 100 feet tall, and certainly the biggest tent he had seen in his lifetime.
"Wow," he muttered, "at least there's plenty of room!"
"Yes," a familiar voice spoke with a note of menace in it, "isn't there just."
Koheed turned just in time to see a black cosh swinging through the air, clipping him in the side of the head, he yelped in pain and tumbled over backwards, his eyes catching the silhouette of a hugely fat individual standing over him as he fell into unconsciousness.
His eyes shot open, he had no idea how long he had been out. Trying to move, he found himself unable to do so; his arms and legs had been bound together with thick rope. His eyes snapped shut as panic overtook him:
"It's a dream, it's just a dream, I'm gonna open my eyes and I'll be back in my bed," Koheed whimpered. He opened his eyes, and instead of his bedroom, he was greeted by a familiar face. The monstrously fat lion hovered over him, his chubby face only inches away from his, and a foul grin on his face.
"Nice to see you awake Koheed"
"Wh what? Who are you? What are you gonna do to me?" the note of panic clear in his voice.
"You always wanted to be in the parade didn't you Koheed? Well guess what? So did I, and before you came along, I was going to be. My balloons were the greatest you'd ever seen; but then that damn fool of a mayor decided to give YOU the honour of making the lead balloon. My dreams were crushed Koheed, so I'm crushing yours."
Koheed glanced around frantically, his gaze fell on the two dozen helium canisters to his left, next to them lay a curious-looking contraption, a sort of funnel with two grabbing arms, seemingly designed to hold on to something. The lion caught his gaze, and with an evil smile, looked at him and simply said;
"Oh yes."
He pounced on top of Koheed, his warm soft flab surrounding him, gurgling gently with it's irrepressible bulk. He squirmed desperately but it was no use, he wasn't getting anywhere. Koheed's assailant grabbed the bizarre contraption, and with one swift movement, clamped it onto his muzzle. He slowly rubbed himself up and down Koheed, reaching over and grabbing one of the helium canisters.
"No where to run now, you thieving bastard," the lion grinned as he screwed the canister into place and twisted the nozzle as far open as it would go. An almighty hiss filled the tent and Koheed's eyes filled with terror.
A gentle pressing against his stomach from within gradually started building up, as if a balloon was being inflated inside him. He made a startled noise as the sensation got stronger and stronger; trying hopelessly to free himself from his bonds. He watched with a mixture of horror and fascination as he saw his belly bloating upwards and outwards, expanding rapidly under the effects of the helium. He felt lighter and lighter and realised that he was floating a few inches off the ground. Panic now overwhelmed him, as his belly grew larger and larger, tighter and tighter.
The fat lion grabbed hold of him and pulled him down to the ground, placing himself on top of his expanding body, purring insatiably, his hard cock slipped out of his sheath, and rubbed against the squishy, helium filled belly. Koheed found himself inexplicably aroused by this, and fought every urge for his own cock to stand tall. It was no use though, the more he expanded, and the tighter his bonds became, the more turned on he became. He groaned helplessly as it slipped out and it too rubbed against his enormous belly, the sensation of his own stomach and that of his captor against his member was almost too much for him to handle, but he couldn't let out a sound because of the mechanism around his muzzle.
"Yes, yes, that's right puffy, there's more, LOT'S more where this came from," the lion grinned, grabbing another canister. Koheed's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt fresh helium flowing into his body, It wasn't just his belly expanding now though, he could feel every inch of his body responding to it, expanding outwards, getting tighter and bigger with every passing second, his throbbing cock was so hard it felt as if it were going to explode. He mustered a sound, a sound that resembled;
"Oh god, yes, more, please GOD more."
Koheed felt his thick rope restraints straining and buckling under the extreme pressure of his expanding body, the sound of them struggling, the sensation of growing larger and larger, and the delightful fatness of his captor's belly against his cock added up to being the most exhilarating sensation he had ever felt. His bonds creaked and groaned furiously, unable to maintain themselves anymore, they frayed and snapped, sending Koheed's limbs outwards, spread-eagled so he resembled a huge, round letter "X".
The lion started rubbing himself up and down on his naked, expanding body, his flabby torso rippling with the motion. Koheed just floated there, unable to move, unable to resist, but adoring every single joyous moment of this "torture". As the minutes went by, he grew larger and larger, and the lion seemed to be shrinking to his eyes, doubtless due to his hugeness. The lion continued to hump his air filled belly, a look of sexual, animalistic glee etched onto his feline face. Koheed's body started to press up against his cheeks, as he began to sink into himself he had gotten so huge. Groaning with ecstasy, he could no longer contain his arousal, his rock hard, enormous cock let out a moan and he came with the force of all the helium inside him. Koheed had never been this excited in his entire life; he orgasmed again and again, each one more powerful than the last, his cock was empty, but it kept on going, he had nothing left, but he was so excited, he couldn't stop himself. He let out a cry of unbridled ecstasy and he drifted off into unconsciousness again.
He awoke to cheers of joy and loud party music; he opened his eyes slowly, only to find himself suspended high in the air, numerous ropes tied to him, holding him securely in place. Looks like his wish to be in the Macy's Day Parade had come true, albeit not in the same way he had originally intended. In the crowd, an obese lion chuckled to himself and slunk away, a dirty smile on his face.
"Until next time we meet..."