"Inflatable Lifeguard" [Inflation story]
This story contains inflation and muscle expansion.
The unobstructed sun beat down hard on each miniscule grain of sand. Towels were laid out as locals and tourists alike flocked to the beach to cool off from hot city life nearby. Cars drove to the narrow strip of beach across the peninsula called Nahant beach. Today was a very busy day as it was the perfect day to pack up and head to the beach. Lifeguards had their work cut out for them, but unfortunately one of the beach’s best lifeguards had to call in sick so they were replaced last minute by the newest lifeguard.
The newbie opened the door of her car and stepped out. Her red latex lifeguard uniform glistened in the intense sunlight. The arid breezeless air stopped her momentarily as she was not used to such high temperatures. The fur around her legs and the top of her head made her incredibly hot. She panted revealing a large jaw full of sharp jagged fangs. She was an odd beauty. She was a big, tall, and curvy great white mohark, and if it weren’t for her antlers, you would never be able to tell she is trans. The giant fish-mammal put on her sunglasses, folded her tongue back into her mouth, and picked up a bike pump for inflating beach balls and other inflatables.
When she made it to her post, the temporary guard, a muscular deer, sighed in relief and jumped out of his chair. He landed with a loud thump. He turned to the behemoth of a creature and with a spark in his voice he greeted the newbie.
“Hey newbie. What was your name again?” he asked.
“Isabella,” she calmly said with not a second’s delay.
“My name is Samuel and I usually work over there,” he stated pointing at a lifeguard chair about fifty yards away, “So you’ll be taking over here; save anyone who’s drowning, help others pump up their toys if needed, and just make sure everyone is safe. You know the drill,” he said with confidence as he walked off towards the next post.
Once he was out of sight, Isabella began to climb up the lifeguard’s chair. Her large body made it a little difficult to get up the ladder into the chair. As she sat back, the chair groaned in protest as if it’d snap in seconds but it held steady. Isabella chuckled nervously and her ears drooped down. This was her first time actually in the chair. It was a weird feeling. She felt a lot of pressure on her. The 8 and three fourths foot tall mohawk felt like she was shrinking. However it seemed like it would be okay since everyone was safe as of the moment, setting Isabella at ease.
As the day went on, the waves got a bit higher and higher. Inches became feet, and feet became yards. Isabella had to save a few kids and daring teens from the high waves. By the time she got back to her post, a titanic wave came in to shore crashing down on the innocent beachgoers. Some were pulled out into open waters. Isabella gasped. She wouldn’t be able to save everyone… at least not how she was now. From the corner of her eye she spotted her pump, and, with extreme haste, she grabbed it. Isabella stuck the hose up her rear end with a soft moan. She pulled up the plunger of the pump and pushed it back down swiftly. The air was cold and gave Isabella a sudden shock, but she kept going, her belly bulging out with air as it bloated. Her body became filled with air. Her chest puffed out, antlers elongated, booty ballooned, belly became gigantic, and her arm muscles bulked up. The behemoth was becoming a balloon before her own eyes.
As she pumped up, her body became stretchier and rubbery. Her fins blew up, muzzle stretched, cheeks ballooning, and her belly button popped out. She was becoming a big, long raft. She looked out at the ocean and saw the people panicking; she began pumping as fast as she could. Her tail plumped with air. Isabella’s uniform stretched out, getting super tight around her increasingly inflated body. Isabelle kept pumping, even as it got harder due to her limbs sinking in. With her little stumpy arms and legs, she began dashing to the water. She squeaked and creaked loudly. She leaped into the water and paddled with her swollen limbs. She bobbed across the waves, wobbling awkwardly as she attempted to get out into open waters where the drowning beachgoers were. She was having trouble swimming out, she was too big and light. Her paddling was futile, but she was determined. She got an idea. She turned around and pushed out some air from her mouth and began flying back. She zoomed back through the water and out into the open ocean.
Isabella stopped and looked out to the helpless people. Paddling to them was easy enough now, but she had a different problem. She was getting hot, too hot. She was expanding, slowly at first but now it was fast enough for her to notice. In a panic she rushed to save each person. Her body was creaking and groaning as it unwillingly stretched. Her skin was getting tight, and the mohark made a loud bellow. Her antlers became large round spheres on top of her head. Her dorsal fin had rounded out as well. She was becoming a giant sphere on the ocean, like a massive beach ball had floated out into open waters. As her uniform began to rip, Isabella bellowed again. She was about to pop. The people on top of her watched in fear as the mohark’s face bloated out. When all seemed hopeless, a boat rushed up to them. Driving the boat was Samuel.
“Glad I got here just in time,” he said as he helped the saved swimmers off her onto the boat.
“A little help for me? I’m about to explode!” Isabella bellowed and grunted.
“Here I got this,” he replied, draping a massive wet towel over her.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling in a very goofy way due to her overinflated features.
“You’re welcome,” he said with a chuckle which he muffled with his hand.
As Isabella was being pulled back to shore she looked at the water with a sparkle in her eyes. She knew that even though today was a bit of a blunder, she’d have a great time working here. She loved the beach and working at it was like a dream to her. She was going to do her best as a lifeguard.
The massive balloon was now beached on the shore and placed on another beach towel. Samuel had another chuckle before going over to help Isabella some more. He gave her some water and jokingly patted her bulbous moose nose. Isabella snapped her jaws at him upon her nose being touched.
“Yipe!” Samuel yelled as he fell backward, “It was only a joke.”
“My nose is really sensitive; that wasn’t funny,” Isabella responded.
“I’m sorry,” Samuel said.
“You are forgiven,” said Isabelle.
The two continued to talk and giggle about Isabella’s current situation. Samuel even got his flirt on with the “living pooltoy”. It seems that maybe they could have something. The two continued to chill out as it got late and most people had left. The two were drinking tons of soda together and were both a little more bloated than before. Once Isabella had finished the last creme soda, Samuel leaned down and kissed her on the ballooned cheek. Isabella blushed and her mouth was agape. Samuel blushed and apologized profusely, but then Isabella kissed him on the lips. Samuel giggled and hugged as they continued to kiss. Isabella puffed and watched as Samuel began inflating like she had. His eyes widened as his muscles blew up bigger, puffier, and taut. The deer embarrassedly rubbed them, blushing even harder. Isabella kept puffing. She watched Samuel blow up with a mischievous grin. Samuel kept getting bigger and buffer until he was creaking loudly. His pecs were like yoga balls, thighs like beach balls, biceps like volleyballs, his veins were bulged out and balloony, his head sunken in. He hugged the ballooned mohark, hearing her squeak as they drifted to sleep.
The unobstructed sun beat down hard on each miniscule grain of sand. Towels were laid out as locals and tourists alike flocked to the beach to cool off from hot city life nearby. Cars drove to the narrow strip of beach across the peninsula called Nahant beach. Today was a very busy day as it was the perfect day to pack up and head to the beach. Lifeguards had their work cut out for them, but unfortunately one of the beach’s best lifeguards had to call in sick so they were replaced last minute by the newest lifeguard.
The newbie opened the door of her car and stepped out. Her red latex lifeguard uniform glistened in the intense sunlight. The arid breezeless air stopped her momentarily as she was not used to such high temperatures. The fur around her legs and the top of her head made her incredibly hot. She panted revealing a large jaw full of sharp jagged fangs. She was an odd beauty. She was a big, tall, and curvy great white mohark, and if it weren’t for her antlers, you would never be able to tell she is trans. The giant fish-mammal put on her sunglasses, folded her tongue back into her mouth, and picked up a bike pump for inflating beach balls and other inflatables.
When she made it to her post, the temporary guard, a muscular deer, sighed in relief and jumped out of his chair. He landed with a loud thump. He turned to the behemoth of a creature and with a spark in his voice he greeted the newbie.
“Hey newbie. What was your name again?” he asked.
“Isabella,” she calmly said with not a second’s delay.
“My name is Samuel and I usually work over there,” he stated pointing at a lifeguard chair about fifty yards away, “So you’ll be taking over here; save anyone who’s drowning, help others pump up their toys if needed, and just make sure everyone is safe. You know the drill,” he said with confidence as he walked off towards the next post.
Once he was out of sight, Isabella began to climb up the lifeguard’s chair. Her large body made it a little difficult to get up the ladder into the chair. As she sat back, the chair groaned in protest as if it’d snap in seconds but it held steady. Isabella chuckled nervously and her ears drooped down. This was her first time actually in the chair. It was a weird feeling. She felt a lot of pressure on her. The 8 and three fourths foot tall mohawk felt like she was shrinking. However it seemed like it would be okay since everyone was safe as of the moment, setting Isabella at ease.
As the day went on, the waves got a bit higher and higher. Inches became feet, and feet became yards. Isabella had to save a few kids and daring teens from the high waves. By the time she got back to her post, a titanic wave came in to shore crashing down on the innocent beachgoers. Some were pulled out into open waters. Isabella gasped. She wouldn’t be able to save everyone… at least not how she was now. From the corner of her eye she spotted her pump, and, with extreme haste, she grabbed it. Isabella stuck the hose up her rear end with a soft moan. She pulled up the plunger of the pump and pushed it back down swiftly. The air was cold and gave Isabella a sudden shock, but she kept going, her belly bulging out with air as it bloated. Her body became filled with air. Her chest puffed out, antlers elongated, booty ballooned, belly became gigantic, and her arm muscles bulked up. The behemoth was becoming a balloon before her own eyes.
As she pumped up, her body became stretchier and rubbery. Her fins blew up, muzzle stretched, cheeks ballooning, and her belly button popped out. She was becoming a big, long raft. She looked out at the ocean and saw the people panicking; she began pumping as fast as she could. Her tail plumped with air. Isabella’s uniform stretched out, getting super tight around her increasingly inflated body. Isabelle kept pumping, even as it got harder due to her limbs sinking in. With her little stumpy arms and legs, she began dashing to the water. She squeaked and creaked loudly. She leaped into the water and paddled with her swollen limbs. She bobbed across the waves, wobbling awkwardly as she attempted to get out into open waters where the drowning beachgoers were. She was having trouble swimming out, she was too big and light. Her paddling was futile, but she was determined. She got an idea. She turned around and pushed out some air from her mouth and began flying back. She zoomed back through the water and out into the open ocean.
Isabella stopped and looked out to the helpless people. Paddling to them was easy enough now, but she had a different problem. She was getting hot, too hot. She was expanding, slowly at first but now it was fast enough for her to notice. In a panic she rushed to save each person. Her body was creaking and groaning as it unwillingly stretched. Her skin was getting tight, and the mohark made a loud bellow. Her antlers became large round spheres on top of her head. Her dorsal fin had rounded out as well. She was becoming a giant sphere on the ocean, like a massive beach ball had floated out into open waters. As her uniform began to rip, Isabella bellowed again. She was about to pop. The people on top of her watched in fear as the mohark’s face bloated out. When all seemed hopeless, a boat rushed up to them. Driving the boat was Samuel.
“Glad I got here just in time,” he said as he helped the saved swimmers off her onto the boat.
“A little help for me? I’m about to explode!” Isabella bellowed and grunted.
“Here I got this,” he replied, draping a massive wet towel over her.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling in a very goofy way due to her overinflated features.
“You’re welcome,” he said with a chuckle which he muffled with his hand.
As Isabella was being pulled back to shore she looked at the water with a sparkle in her eyes. She knew that even though today was a bit of a blunder, she’d have a great time working here. She loved the beach and working at it was like a dream to her. She was going to do her best as a lifeguard.
The massive balloon was now beached on the shore and placed on another beach towel. Samuel had another chuckle before going over to help Isabella some more. He gave her some water and jokingly patted her bulbous moose nose. Isabella snapped her jaws at him upon her nose being touched.
“Yipe!” Samuel yelled as he fell backward, “It was only a joke.”
“My nose is really sensitive; that wasn’t funny,” Isabella responded.
“I’m sorry,” Samuel said.
“You are forgiven,” said Isabelle.
The two continued to talk and giggle about Isabella’s current situation. Samuel even got his flirt on with the “living pooltoy”. It seems that maybe they could have something. The two continued to chill out as it got late and most people had left. The two were drinking tons of soda together and were both a little more bloated than before. Once Isabella had finished the last creme soda, Samuel leaned down and kissed her on the ballooned cheek. Isabella blushed and her mouth was agape. Samuel blushed and apologized profusely, but then Isabella kissed him on the lips. Samuel giggled and hugged as they continued to kiss. Isabella puffed and watched as Samuel began inflating like she had. His eyes widened as his muscles blew up bigger, puffier, and taut. The deer embarrassedly rubbed them, blushing even harder. Isabella kept puffing. She watched Samuel blow up with a mischievous grin. Samuel kept getting bigger and buffer until he was creaking loudly. His pecs were like yoga balls, thighs like beach balls, biceps like volleyballs, his veins were bulged out and balloony, his head sunken in. He hugged the ballooned mohark, hearing her squeak as they drifted to sleep.
Category Story / Inflation
Species Shark
Gender Multiple characters
Size 338 x 473px
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