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It was mattman's birthday yesterday, so I had to make sure he ended it with a belch and a bang! >:3 (Also you should totally check out this inflation story he wrote a bit ago, too!)
Schwarz celebrates his birthday with a mystery beer that soon has him belching and blimping into a bombastic borb...
Belchy Borbday
By: Indi
It was just past noon when Schwarz finally woke up. The plump blue crow stretched and lazed in bed for a while longer. He deserved the rest, it was his birthday after all. Eventually, though, Schwarz decided to finally get up, if only to relax somewhere new. He put on a pair of shorts but didn’t bother with anything else, letting his soft, feathered belly wobble free.
Schwarz made his way from his bedroom to the kitchen, opening the fridge to see what he could scrounge together for breakfast. Thankfully there was plenty of pizza left over from the night before.
“Thank you past me,” Schwarz said as he grabbed a box. He was just about to close the door when a bottle of beer caught his eye. It was large, sporting a label with a roaring lion’s head and bubbles all around it. Above it was the name “Lion’s Roar Brew”. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t remember where it’d come from. Schwarz shrugged and grabbed it as well. He was always looking for new beers to taste.
The pizza was tossed in the microwave and the mystery beer popped open. Schwarz took a swig. It was unexpectedly fizzy, almost like a carbonated drink, but the taste wasn’t half bad. Satisfied, he took a few more drinks.
A muffled gurgling came from the crow’s stomach, and abruptly he let out a modest buh-urrrp. His belly puffed up a little as he did, though the odd inflation went unnoticed by Schwarz. He was too busy being amused by his belch. A few seconds—and one more sip—later, Schwarz was once again burping, his middle growing rounder in turn.
“Huh, this—uorrrp—stuff’s pretty—braaaap—gassy,” he chuckled, only to be interrupted by another burp. A wave of dizziness washed over him. Schwarz suddenly felt rather tipsy, though he’d barely gotten through half of the bottle. He was far more surprised by how much his belly had swelled, though.
Schwarz looked down at his middle and gave it a confused poke with a talon. It was taut and like a balloon. Not an unusual state for the inflation-loving crow to be in, but he still wasn’t sure why it was happening at that very moment. It couldn’t be from the excessive fizziness of the beer, could it?
As he prodded it further a belch was forced out, and Schwarz saw firsthand his belly blimp out after.
“Well that might—bworrrp—be a problem,” Schwarz mused. “Cawurrrrrrrrrrrp!” He stumbled, giggling.
Not only was every burp puffing up Schwarz more, but they were making him drunker as well. And they were only becoming more frequent.
“Gotta—urrp—deflate before I—brrrrrrrap—hehe, before I—uorrrrrrrrrrp—go kaborrrrrrrp!”
The string of consecutive burps caused the crow to rapidly balloon. His arms and legs swelled some, making them feel rigid and hard to move. His middle was like a giant blue beach ball and his cheeks were visibly rounder, too. Schwarz sported a goofy grin, blushing as he wobbled about, drunk. In the back of his mind he knew he shouldn’t be inflating, but he wasn’t sober enough to care.
“I’m my own—buorrrrrrp—birthday balloon! More like, borbday balloon. Borbday belchloon. Borbuorrrrrrrrrp!” Schwarz was laughing and belching so much he almost toppled over.
The expanding borb’s hide was creaking as it stretched, and so were the seams of his shorts. A particularly rumbling burp burst his belt right off. He cheered the distance the buckle achieved.
In the kitchen the microwave beeped, Schwarz’s pizza reheated. All the inflation had made his stomach emptier than ever, and the crow immediately tried to head towards his food. Unfortunately for Schwarz, he wasn’t in any condition to get anywhere fast.
The massive crow wobbled forwards, still belching up a storm. He grew rounder with every step—and slower. The blimping borb bumped into a side table during their futile attempt to reach the kitchen, which only made them belch and swell more. Schwarz’s wobbling was reduced to a sluggish shuffle. His arms and legs sunk into his increasingly-spherical body until just his puffy talons remained visible. His head seemed in danger of sinking in completely, beak already ominously poking at his bloated body.
Despite the borb’s craving for pizza, he was forced to give up his quest thanks to his near immobility.
Louder and louder creaks had joined the belches and giggles, Schwarz having grown terribly taut. Talons and beak teased his hide, threatening to pierce the bird balloon. He maintained his grin, though, too intoxicated to worry about a little inconvenience like bursting. Even drunk he knew he’d come back a short while later anyway. Future Schwarz could worry about cleaning up the mess, while Present Schwarz got to enjoy feeling like the biggest bird around.
The burping had slowed, but by then Schwarz was already at the danger point. Every uorrp would stretch him out a little more, test his hide’s limits and make him blush. He wasn’t sure if he was the biggest he’d ever been, but he did know he wanted to be even bigger.
“Should’ve—braap—drunk the rest of the—buh-urrp—beer.” Schwarz’s eyes were wandering and his stomach rumbling. A big belch was brewing, and he couldn’t wait.
Schwarz wobbled about, enjoying the pressure and girth while it lasted—while he lasted. He wasn’t under any illusion that he’d remain intact by then. He’d barely been awake an hour, but ending his birthday with a bang just felt ideal. Besides, if he didn’t pop himself, it was almost guaranteed a friend would instead. If anything he was craftily foiling all the expansive plots against him!
The possibility that the mysterious, gassy, blimpy beer he’d guzzled might very well have been one of those plots didn’t cross his mind at all.
“Caw-urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp!!”
Schwarz’s most powerful belch rattled the walls and furniture. His body shook as it swelled once again, the borb on the verge of becoming a perfect sphere. His talons, beak, and the sheer overwhelming pressure conspired to finally put an end to his belchy expansion.
One second the crow was wobbling in glee, the next he was a cloud of feathers flying in every direction. The ensuing boom almost sounded like a burp itself. A few stray items were knocked away by the blast, and anything that held firm ended up covered in a feather or three. His beak ricocheted off a wall and into the kitchen, crashing right through the microwave and embedding itself in the reheated pizza.
Gradually the flurry of feathers settled, the only obvious sign of Schwarz’s bombastic birthday misadventure. Then again, ending up as a pile of feathers was just a regular day in the life of the blimpy borb.
Schwarz celebrates his birthday with a mystery beer that soon has him belching and blimping into a bombastic borb...
Belchy Borbday
By: Indi
It was just past noon when Schwarz finally woke up. The plump blue crow stretched and lazed in bed for a while longer. He deserved the rest, it was his birthday after all. Eventually, though, Schwarz decided to finally get up, if only to relax somewhere new. He put on a pair of shorts but didn’t bother with anything else, letting his soft, feathered belly wobble free.
Schwarz made his way from his bedroom to the kitchen, opening the fridge to see what he could scrounge together for breakfast. Thankfully there was plenty of pizza left over from the night before.
“Thank you past me,” Schwarz said as he grabbed a box. He was just about to close the door when a bottle of beer caught his eye. It was large, sporting a label with a roaring lion’s head and bubbles all around it. Above it was the name “Lion’s Roar Brew”. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t remember where it’d come from. Schwarz shrugged and grabbed it as well. He was always looking for new beers to taste.
The pizza was tossed in the microwave and the mystery beer popped open. Schwarz took a swig. It was unexpectedly fizzy, almost like a carbonated drink, but the taste wasn’t half bad. Satisfied, he took a few more drinks.
A muffled gurgling came from the crow’s stomach, and abruptly he let out a modest buh-urrrp. His belly puffed up a little as he did, though the odd inflation went unnoticed by Schwarz. He was too busy being amused by his belch. A few seconds—and one more sip—later, Schwarz was once again burping, his middle growing rounder in turn.
“Huh, this—uorrrp—stuff’s pretty—braaaap—gassy,” he chuckled, only to be interrupted by another burp. A wave of dizziness washed over him. Schwarz suddenly felt rather tipsy, though he’d barely gotten through half of the bottle. He was far more surprised by how much his belly had swelled, though.
Schwarz looked down at his middle and gave it a confused poke with a talon. It was taut and like a balloon. Not an unusual state for the inflation-loving crow to be in, but he still wasn’t sure why it was happening at that very moment. It couldn’t be from the excessive fizziness of the beer, could it?
As he prodded it further a belch was forced out, and Schwarz saw firsthand his belly blimp out after.
“Well that might—bworrrp—be a problem,” Schwarz mused. “Cawurrrrrrrrrrrp!” He stumbled, giggling.
Not only was every burp puffing up Schwarz more, but they were making him drunker as well. And they were only becoming more frequent.
“Gotta—urrp—deflate before I—brrrrrrrap—hehe, before I—uorrrrrrrrrrp—go kaborrrrrrrp!”
The string of consecutive burps caused the crow to rapidly balloon. His arms and legs swelled some, making them feel rigid and hard to move. His middle was like a giant blue beach ball and his cheeks were visibly rounder, too. Schwarz sported a goofy grin, blushing as he wobbled about, drunk. In the back of his mind he knew he shouldn’t be inflating, but he wasn’t sober enough to care.
“I’m my own—buorrrrrrp—birthday balloon! More like, borbday balloon. Borbday belchloon. Borbuorrrrrrrrrp!” Schwarz was laughing and belching so much he almost toppled over.
The expanding borb’s hide was creaking as it stretched, and so were the seams of his shorts. A particularly rumbling burp burst his belt right off. He cheered the distance the buckle achieved.
In the kitchen the microwave beeped, Schwarz’s pizza reheated. All the inflation had made his stomach emptier than ever, and the crow immediately tried to head towards his food. Unfortunately for Schwarz, he wasn’t in any condition to get anywhere fast.
The massive crow wobbled forwards, still belching up a storm. He grew rounder with every step—and slower. The blimping borb bumped into a side table during their futile attempt to reach the kitchen, which only made them belch and swell more. Schwarz’s wobbling was reduced to a sluggish shuffle. His arms and legs sunk into his increasingly-spherical body until just his puffy talons remained visible. His head seemed in danger of sinking in completely, beak already ominously poking at his bloated body.
Despite the borb’s craving for pizza, he was forced to give up his quest thanks to his near immobility.
Louder and louder creaks had joined the belches and giggles, Schwarz having grown terribly taut. Talons and beak teased his hide, threatening to pierce the bird balloon. He maintained his grin, though, too intoxicated to worry about a little inconvenience like bursting. Even drunk he knew he’d come back a short while later anyway. Future Schwarz could worry about cleaning up the mess, while Present Schwarz got to enjoy feeling like the biggest bird around.
The burping had slowed, but by then Schwarz was already at the danger point. Every uorrp would stretch him out a little more, test his hide’s limits and make him blush. He wasn’t sure if he was the biggest he’d ever been, but he did know he wanted to be even bigger.
“Should’ve—braap—drunk the rest of the—buh-urrp—beer.” Schwarz’s eyes were wandering and his stomach rumbling. A big belch was brewing, and he couldn’t wait.
Schwarz wobbled about, enjoying the pressure and girth while it lasted—while he lasted. He wasn’t under any illusion that he’d remain intact by then. He’d barely been awake an hour, but ending his birthday with a bang just felt ideal. Besides, if he didn’t pop himself, it was almost guaranteed a friend would instead. If anything he was craftily foiling all the expansive plots against him!
The possibility that the mysterious, gassy, blimpy beer he’d guzzled might very well have been one of those plots didn’t cross his mind at all.
“Caw-urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp!!”
Schwarz’s most powerful belch rattled the walls and furniture. His body shook as it swelled once again, the borb on the verge of becoming a perfect sphere. His talons, beak, and the sheer overwhelming pressure conspired to finally put an end to his belchy expansion.
One second the crow was wobbling in glee, the next he was a cloud of feathers flying in every direction. The ensuing boom almost sounded like a burp itself. A few stray items were knocked away by the blast, and anything that held firm ended up covered in a feather or three. His beak ricocheted off a wall and into the kitchen, crashing right through the microwave and embedding itself in the reheated pizza.
Gradually the flurry of feathers settled, the only obvious sign of Schwarz’s bombastic birthday misadventure. Then again, ending up as a pile of feathers was just a regular day in the life of the blimpy borb.
Category Story / Inflation
Species Crow
Gender Male
Size 100 x 100px
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