This is a late helium day story that I've been working on for days including Rocket Raccoon and Nick Wilde.
Rocket thinks he's getting paid to get someone a ride to their job, only to find out that he is the ride, a big huge blimpy ride.
Rocket Raccoon belongs to Marvel
Nick Wilde belongs to Disney
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Rocket Raccoon, one of the most famous bounty hunters in the universe. He’s been known to capture his criminals and send them to the higher authorities so he can collect his rewards. He even takes some strange jobs from strangers like stealing, breaking, and even eating food. Although he did love those things, there was one that he just found weird. He had gotten a message from someone on the planet he’s been on for at least five times, Earth. Something about needing a ride for work. To Rocket, he thought that the guy wanted to hop into his ship to take him across the galaxy. Right now, he lays in his bed, rereading the message from his phone over and over again, trying to make sense of it. It reads [Hey dude, I was just wondering if you could help me get to my work? I’ll pay you.” It didn’t sound bad since he is being paid to take him to his destination for cash. “Hmm, why not? It’ll be an easy job.” So he gets off of his bed and adjusts his orange jumpsuit with his belt strapped on tight and his gun holders on each side of his thighs. He enters the cockpit of his ship and sits in the driver’s seat, turning the engine on and ready to fly towards Earth.
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He arrives at the planet, landing his spaceship right in an open field near the person he’s supposed to pick up. Exiting out of the spaceship, he looks around to see no one besides the birds flying in the sky. He looks back at his phone to see if he was at the right place. “Hey!” Someone shouts just a few yards away from the raccoon. He looks up to see someone wearing a green shirt and grey pants. His body looked strangely orange too, like he went onto a tanning bed. Right next to the guy was a truck that looked like it had tanks in the bed. Rocket moves up closer and closer to him. He was starting to see that this guy looked more of a fox than a human and his skin was just orange fur. His tail was just as fluffy as Rocket’s but more orange than dark grey. At least he was right about the clothes he was wearing, a green button-up shirt with a tie and grey pants.
They meet face to face, the orange fox much taller than Rocket. “You must be the guy, huh?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah, Nick Wilde.” He announces himself while holding his hand out for a shake.
“.....Rocket.” He tells him his name and shakes his hand. “So you need a ride? Where exactly?”
“Across town, it’s not that far.” Rocket tilts his head in confusion. Why would Nick need him to take him a couple of miles in his ship? Couldn’t he have called a cab or something?”
“Now wait a minute. You texted me because I thought you wanted me to take you to another planet in my ship, not just across town.” Something just didn’t add up right here.
“Ship? Oh no, I wanted you to take me across town.” He said, trying to make sense for Rocket to understand what he means.
“I’m sorry, what?” Rocket asks, starting to regret meeting him.
“Let me show you.” Nick goes to his pickup truck and pulls out one of those metal tanks. It was a bit heavy, with the grunting the fox let out. Nick sets the tank in front of him with a hose attached to it. “You know what a helium tank is, don’t you?”
“Of course I know what it is! I’ve been here at least five times!” He shouts at him as if he was offended by it.
“Geez, calm down Rocket. Didn’t mean to temper you. Well, anyway the thing is: today is helium day and I thought the best way to enjoy it while getting to my work is to inflate you.” He explains. Rocket rubs his eyes, scratches his head, and looks right then left, signs to see if he was dreaming or not.
“You want me to do what!?” He asks, wanting Nick to repeat his explanation on why he’s here.
“Inflate you. You know, turn you into a nice round balloon, float around, then at my destination I deflate you.” Nick explains even more with hand gestures, just in case he was a bit deaf.
Rocket didn’t have the right words to even tell him how he feels about having his body expanding with air. It all seemed wrong, but at the same time, something in him wants to try it out. “No, just wait a minute. You didn’t tell me that part in the message!”
“Yeah, because I knew you might reject my offer. But I do have a bunch of cash as I said in the message.” He goes into his truck, pulling out a big silver suitcase with locks on it. Then, he turns the knobs to get the right combination before opening it to reveal huge bills, benjamins. Rocket’s eyes sparkle as he sees those stacks of bills.
“Oh….my…..that’s a lot of cash.” Rocket starts to rethink his answer. Although the cash only works on this planet, he could have anything he wanted. “When you put it like that, I guess I’ll give it a try. So just one tank?”
“Oh no. One helium tank will never get the job done if I wanted a blimp.” Nick closes the suitcase and puts it back into his truck before he starts pulling all the other four tanks out, all with hoses attached to them. Then, he takes out a roll of duct tape and wraps the tape around the five hoses to connect them together. “Five will do.”
Rocket gulps nervously. Five tanks is a lot for a raccoon who’s half the height than the fox. There could be a chance that he might burst into scraps if Nick goes too much with it. “I’ll pop if I do five!” He argues.
“Nonsense, you’ll be fine. Rear or mouth?” He asks, holding up the combined hoses.
Rocket was surely going to place those hoses in his mouth, not his rear. “Just give me those hoses so we can get this over with.” He snatches the hoses out of his paw and opens his mouth as wide as he could, sticking the five hoses in all the way without him choking. “Mrf?” He muffled as he couldn’t speak with those hoses inside him.
“Eh, let me help.” Just then, Nick shoves the hoses in more trying to drop them directly into his stomach.
“MRF!?” Rocket muffles loudly, pushing Nick away right after his belly bulges out a little from the hoses.
“There, now you’re ready.” He said, getting ready to inflate his ride. The fox turns on each valve to its max limit, hearing the loud hissing coming from the tanks. Rocket starts to feel weird once the helium arrives in his belly. He looks down to watch it swell up as fast as he could possibly imagine. He puts his paws on his belly and rubs it. “Heh, it’s funny watching your tummy getting bigger.” Nick pokes his paw at Rocket’s inflating belly, just to feel the hollowness inside. The swelling raccoon shoos his flailing arms at him.
“MFH!” He muffles in anger as he spreads his thighs as they start to blimp out like his belly. The belt around his ballooning gut stretches tighter and tighter. It makes Rocket grunt and moans uncomfortably. His suit stretches too, although it might make it through.
Nick examines his inflating ride, going to his back just to witness his butt expanding with air. “Mmm, you got some thick cheeks there, raccoon.” He slaps it without regret, making Rocket blush and move a step forward by force. He huffs hardly once he feels the tight belt pressing onto his gut, now the size of a giant yoga ball. “Oooo, I hope that isn’t expensive.” After he says that, the belt buckle finally breaks apart and his belly lets loose. Nick can hear the relieved sigh coming from Rocket. “Oh yeah, I bet that feels good now, balloon rodent.”
Rocket growls at him with the hoses still in him. “MPH!” He hates it when people call him a rodent, very sensitive to him. He grows taller and wider, now twice as big as Nick. The fox quickly grabs some rope and starts to climb on his blimpy body, for a reason of course. Rocket felt his feet, which bloated up with air, rise up from the ground. A ton of helium can really make someone float in the air. Nick holds onto his inflated back as it rounds out like his belly, chest, hips, and butt. His entire body turns forward with his belly facing the ground and his back, with Nick on it, facing upwards. His huge puffy legs and arms couldn’t be moved anymore and sank into his round body as it blimps up more and more.
“This is going smoothly as I planned it.” He said, full of joy. The raccoon’s suit creaks with small tears going through his entire orb-shaped body. Rocket hopes that he doesn’t have to go through the town without any clothes on him. After a while, when Rocket is as big as a blimp, the tanks run out of helium and Rocket lets the hoses fall out of his belly until he’s able to spit them out of his mouth.
Before he could speak, his mouth forcefully shuts closed and his cheeks puffed up from the helium sealing them shut so they can’t escape. “Mfh!” He muffles with anger again. He regrets this each second as a huge blimpy raccoon with no movement besides wiggling his puffy paws and feet.
“Good, now let the wind take us to my work.” And just like he said, the wind pushes Rocket in the direction of the town. The raccoon knows that he’ll have nightmares about this for days.
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They finally arrive at Nick’s workplace, which was just a small building with no sign at all, like it was abandoned. The fox jumps down from the blimp raccoon and ties his snout with the rope and attaches it to a nailed-down bike rack. “Mph!?” Rocket muffles as he’s wondering why he’s not deflating him just yet.
“Sorry buddy, but how are you going to get your money if I deflate you here? You know we have to ride back to the field after.” He walks backwards into his workplace, staring at the furious raccoon who tries to snarl but can’t. “Just don’t fly away, I’ll be back soon.” Rocket hopes that Nick will give him the money after this or the fox is dead meat.
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The sun had gone down and the darkness arose with stars shining above. Rocket had just spent half the day as a fully inflated blimp as a ride for a self-centered fox who works at a poorly structured building with some shady job. Now they are back in the field, the same place where Rocket blimped up at. “There, we made it.” Nick tells him, getting down from him one last time. He takes the rope off of Rocket’s snout and says, “Oh you have to pass gas to deflate.”
Now Rocket was losing his mind. Not only did he have to inflate, used his body as a balloon ride, and now he has to fart and belch to deflate back to size? It’ll be the last time he does odd jobs for cash. “BRRRRRRRAAAAAAP FFFFRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT!” He lets out aggressively as he quickly deflates to his size. “God, that was horrible.” He said with a couple of huffs and grunts. Rocket’s belly was so sore from the stretching and the pressure of helium. His suit was filled with small patches of holes that he could stitch right up if he knew how and just now, grabs his belt from the ground. No way that will ever be fixed. “Now give me my money.” He demands, already losing his patience from the fox.
“Right, the money. I’ll go get it.” Nick goes back to his truck and grabs the silver suitcase out from the passenger seat and hands it over to Rocket. The angry raccoon snatches the case right from his hands and doesn’t even open it. “The code is 384 by the way.” And with that, Rocket just gives him a nasty glare and a scoff before walking to his ship and closing it. In only a minute, Rocket turns on his ship and flies out of Earth without thinking of going back to that planet ever again. Nick scoffs at him with a silent chuckle. “Sucker.” He said before proceeding to head home for the night. Whatever he knew, the poor inflatee raccoon didn’t.
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Back in space, in his bedroom area, Rocket sits on his bed with the briefcase on his lap. “Ugh, I swear. That fox has a greedier mind than I do. At least he gave me this cash.” He puts the code in and opens the case. There, he could see the beauty of the benjamin bills, with rubber bands around them. “There has to be at least one million dollars in here.” He assumes. Rocket picks up the bill stack and rubs his finger on the side of the bill, to feel the thickness of the bill. “Oh man, I‘m hoping to buy a large screen TV. Ha!” But checking out the front of the stack of bills, he noticed something that he didn’t detect earlier. There was this scratch mark on the left side of Benjamin’s eye. At first, he thought it was just a mark, accidentally made when Nick was putting in the money. But then, he looks at the other stacks in which they all had that mark. Same spot, same length, same line. “What?” He knows that something is up when they all have the same mark on each of the bills in his hand and in the case.
It’s a good thing he had a Benjamin bill inside a drawer of his just to make sure that something wasn’t up. He takes his old bill and puts it right next to the stack of bills. He examines it clearly, and only to find out that his bill had some minor mistakes. He had to go back and forth many times to make sure that his eyes were seeing it right. There was no way that it could be real. But then, his anger was let loose once he noticed a tiny signature at the bottom of the stack of bills, a name that he’s very familiar with. “That fox gave me fake money!” He shouts with fury, eyes dilated like an angry lion, his claws getting sharp, and foam coming out of his mouth. “AARRRRGGGHHH!” He screams out and throws the case right against the metal wall. “I’M GONNA KILL HIM!!!!” He stomps his way back to the cockpit and starts the engine of the ship. Then, he twists the steering wheel into a 180-degree turn, straight down to earth. He’s going to make sure that Nick Wilde will pay for tricking him into a free balloon ride. The good thing is that he knows how to track him down. While snatching the case from Nick, he took some of his fur with him. With that, he can target a certain person with DNA, including their location, job, and history. It was going to be a fun night for Rocket.
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“Ha! Can’t believe that idiot rodent actually thought I gave him the money!” Nick laughs as he enters his apartment room. The place was trashed from food wrappers, soda cans, and even some tissue from his colds. Nick turns on the lights and puts his car keys in a bowl where he keeps his other junk at. While walking around, cleaning up the place for a bit, he notices that his window was opened widely. “Huh, must have forgotten to close that.” He said, assuming that he opened the window. He walks his way over to the window, closing it, and locking it tight so no one can break-in. “There, now it's time to watch some TV.” As he makes his way over to the couch, there was a note right in the middle of it. “Huh?” He asks himself while picking up the note and unfolding it. “Look behind you?” He says to himself. Nick turns around carefully, only to have a small raccoon jumping up and shoving what looked like a hose.
“Surprise!” Rocket shouts as he quickly uses the duct tape to wrap Nick’s snout in so the hose wouldn’t come out.
Nick was very surprised and shocked to see his balloon ride in his own place. “MMPH!?” He muffles while trying to yank the hose out.
“I don’t think so, pal! You think you can play a bounty hunter like that?” He was super pissed and ready to get his revenge that quick. Nick sweats once he sees what his old friend was going to do to him. The hose that was in his mouth leads straight to a machine with the words [Electric Air Tank]. Now that is what frightened him the most. “You see this, Nick? This is what I call my REAL paycheck.” Without any more small talk, except for the muffled whines from the regretting fox, Rocket turns on the machine that runs on gas. Nick feels the air rushing into his mouth, making his cheeks puff up. Then, a minute later, he can feel his belly swelling out with air, looking like he had a nice round pot belly. His shirt stretches and creaks while his other parts like his butt, thighs, hips, chest, and arms get huge and puffy. To make this better, Rocket goes around him to watch Nick’s butt expanding like crazy. “Nice thick butt there Nick!” He said as he slaps Nick’s butt like how he did with Rocket. Nick lets out a yip and blushes with embarrassment.
“Mmmph!” He muffles once a button from his shirt pops off and lands on the ground. Then, the rest of his buttons popped off, even his pant button, exposing that nice soft round belly.
“Doesn’t feel good now, doesn’t it?” Rocket goes right back to Nick’s front to rub his belly as he expands more and more into a sphere-shaped orb. The fox’s arms and legs sank into his body besides his flailing paws. “Now, I got to head to another planet. It was fun doing this with you.” Nick panics as he realizes that Rocket was leaving him like this. He screams in muffles, begging for him to take the hose off or he pops. “Don’t worry, you won’t pop. I promise.” Rocket said that in the most sarcastic way ever. The raccoon exits through his door and slams it shut. Nick could hear the raccoon talking to some of his neighbors, telling him to not enter his room that Nick is busy.
“MMPPPPHH!” He screams in muffles as loud as he could to get the others to hear him, but it was no use. His body fills up half the space in his room, his head touching the ceiling but his feet stop touching the ground. Nick could feel his body getting tighter and tighter with each second of airflow into him. Now he wishes that he could give Rocket the real money that would have taken him years to get. The creaks get louder and louder with the painful feeling of his belly bursting like a balloon. Then all of a sudden, just as he felt like he was done for, the machine stops. The gas must have run out before Nick could burst in scraps. He was relieved for a moment until he realized that there was no way to deflate him besides farting it all out, and he does not want to deal with that. So now he’s stuck as a near-bursting orb with no way to get out of this situation. He’s betting that Rocket is up in space, laughing his tail off about this. Maybe next time once he gets back to size, he can pick someone a little less aggressive and more accepting.
Rocket thinks he's getting paid to get someone a ride to their job, only to find out that he is the ride, a big huge blimpy ride.
Rocket Raccoon belongs to Marvel
Nick Wilde belongs to Disney
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Rocket Raccoon, one of the most famous bounty hunters in the universe. He’s been known to capture his criminals and send them to the higher authorities so he can collect his rewards. He even takes some strange jobs from strangers like stealing, breaking, and even eating food. Although he did love those things, there was one that he just found weird. He had gotten a message from someone on the planet he’s been on for at least five times, Earth. Something about needing a ride for work. To Rocket, he thought that the guy wanted to hop into his ship to take him across the galaxy. Right now, he lays in his bed, rereading the message from his phone over and over again, trying to make sense of it. It reads [Hey dude, I was just wondering if you could help me get to my work? I’ll pay you.” It didn’t sound bad since he is being paid to take him to his destination for cash. “Hmm, why not? It’ll be an easy job.” So he gets off of his bed and adjusts his orange jumpsuit with his belt strapped on tight and his gun holders on each side of his thighs. He enters the cockpit of his ship and sits in the driver’s seat, turning the engine on and ready to fly towards Earth.
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He arrives at the planet, landing his spaceship right in an open field near the person he’s supposed to pick up. Exiting out of the spaceship, he looks around to see no one besides the birds flying in the sky. He looks back at his phone to see if he was at the right place. “Hey!” Someone shouts just a few yards away from the raccoon. He looks up to see someone wearing a green shirt and grey pants. His body looked strangely orange too, like he went onto a tanning bed. Right next to the guy was a truck that looked like it had tanks in the bed. Rocket moves up closer and closer to him. He was starting to see that this guy looked more of a fox than a human and his skin was just orange fur. His tail was just as fluffy as Rocket’s but more orange than dark grey. At least he was right about the clothes he was wearing, a green button-up shirt with a tie and grey pants.
They meet face to face, the orange fox much taller than Rocket. “You must be the guy, huh?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah, Nick Wilde.” He announces himself while holding his hand out for a shake.
“.....Rocket.” He tells him his name and shakes his hand. “So you need a ride? Where exactly?”
“Across town, it’s not that far.” Rocket tilts his head in confusion. Why would Nick need him to take him a couple of miles in his ship? Couldn’t he have called a cab or something?”
“Now wait a minute. You texted me because I thought you wanted me to take you to another planet in my ship, not just across town.” Something just didn’t add up right here.
“Ship? Oh no, I wanted you to take me across town.” He said, trying to make sense for Rocket to understand what he means.
“I’m sorry, what?” Rocket asks, starting to regret meeting him.
“Let me show you.” Nick goes to his pickup truck and pulls out one of those metal tanks. It was a bit heavy, with the grunting the fox let out. Nick sets the tank in front of him with a hose attached to it. “You know what a helium tank is, don’t you?”
“Of course I know what it is! I’ve been here at least five times!” He shouts at him as if he was offended by it.
“Geez, calm down Rocket. Didn’t mean to temper you. Well, anyway the thing is: today is helium day and I thought the best way to enjoy it while getting to my work is to inflate you.” He explains. Rocket rubs his eyes, scratches his head, and looks right then left, signs to see if he was dreaming or not.
“You want me to do what!?” He asks, wanting Nick to repeat his explanation on why he’s here.
“Inflate you. You know, turn you into a nice round balloon, float around, then at my destination I deflate you.” Nick explains even more with hand gestures, just in case he was a bit deaf.
Rocket didn’t have the right words to even tell him how he feels about having his body expanding with air. It all seemed wrong, but at the same time, something in him wants to try it out. “No, just wait a minute. You didn’t tell me that part in the message!”
“Yeah, because I knew you might reject my offer. But I do have a bunch of cash as I said in the message.” He goes into his truck, pulling out a big silver suitcase with locks on it. Then, he turns the knobs to get the right combination before opening it to reveal huge bills, benjamins. Rocket’s eyes sparkle as he sees those stacks of bills.
“Oh….my…..that’s a lot of cash.” Rocket starts to rethink his answer. Although the cash only works on this planet, he could have anything he wanted. “When you put it like that, I guess I’ll give it a try. So just one tank?”
“Oh no. One helium tank will never get the job done if I wanted a blimp.” Nick closes the suitcase and puts it back into his truck before he starts pulling all the other four tanks out, all with hoses attached to them. Then, he takes out a roll of duct tape and wraps the tape around the five hoses to connect them together. “Five will do.”
Rocket gulps nervously. Five tanks is a lot for a raccoon who’s half the height than the fox. There could be a chance that he might burst into scraps if Nick goes too much with it. “I’ll pop if I do five!” He argues.
“Nonsense, you’ll be fine. Rear or mouth?” He asks, holding up the combined hoses.
Rocket was surely going to place those hoses in his mouth, not his rear. “Just give me those hoses so we can get this over with.” He snatches the hoses out of his paw and opens his mouth as wide as he could, sticking the five hoses in all the way without him choking. “Mrf?” He muffled as he couldn’t speak with those hoses inside him.
“Eh, let me help.” Just then, Nick shoves the hoses in more trying to drop them directly into his stomach.
“MRF!?” Rocket muffles loudly, pushing Nick away right after his belly bulges out a little from the hoses.
“There, now you’re ready.” He said, getting ready to inflate his ride. The fox turns on each valve to its max limit, hearing the loud hissing coming from the tanks. Rocket starts to feel weird once the helium arrives in his belly. He looks down to watch it swell up as fast as he could possibly imagine. He puts his paws on his belly and rubs it. “Heh, it’s funny watching your tummy getting bigger.” Nick pokes his paw at Rocket’s inflating belly, just to feel the hollowness inside. The swelling raccoon shoos his flailing arms at him.
“MFH!” He muffles in anger as he spreads his thighs as they start to blimp out like his belly. The belt around his ballooning gut stretches tighter and tighter. It makes Rocket grunt and moans uncomfortably. His suit stretches too, although it might make it through.
Nick examines his inflating ride, going to his back just to witness his butt expanding with air. “Mmm, you got some thick cheeks there, raccoon.” He slaps it without regret, making Rocket blush and move a step forward by force. He huffs hardly once he feels the tight belt pressing onto his gut, now the size of a giant yoga ball. “Oooo, I hope that isn’t expensive.” After he says that, the belt buckle finally breaks apart and his belly lets loose. Nick can hear the relieved sigh coming from Rocket. “Oh yeah, I bet that feels good now, balloon rodent.”
Rocket growls at him with the hoses still in him. “MPH!” He hates it when people call him a rodent, very sensitive to him. He grows taller and wider, now twice as big as Nick. The fox quickly grabs some rope and starts to climb on his blimpy body, for a reason of course. Rocket felt his feet, which bloated up with air, rise up from the ground. A ton of helium can really make someone float in the air. Nick holds onto his inflated back as it rounds out like his belly, chest, hips, and butt. His entire body turns forward with his belly facing the ground and his back, with Nick on it, facing upwards. His huge puffy legs and arms couldn’t be moved anymore and sank into his round body as it blimps up more and more.
“This is going smoothly as I planned it.” He said, full of joy. The raccoon’s suit creaks with small tears going through his entire orb-shaped body. Rocket hopes that he doesn’t have to go through the town without any clothes on him. After a while, when Rocket is as big as a blimp, the tanks run out of helium and Rocket lets the hoses fall out of his belly until he’s able to spit them out of his mouth.
Before he could speak, his mouth forcefully shuts closed and his cheeks puffed up from the helium sealing them shut so they can’t escape. “Mfh!” He muffles with anger again. He regrets this each second as a huge blimpy raccoon with no movement besides wiggling his puffy paws and feet.
“Good, now let the wind take us to my work.” And just like he said, the wind pushes Rocket in the direction of the town. The raccoon knows that he’ll have nightmares about this for days.
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They finally arrive at Nick’s workplace, which was just a small building with no sign at all, like it was abandoned. The fox jumps down from the blimp raccoon and ties his snout with the rope and attaches it to a nailed-down bike rack. “Mph!?” Rocket muffles as he’s wondering why he’s not deflating him just yet.
“Sorry buddy, but how are you going to get your money if I deflate you here? You know we have to ride back to the field after.” He walks backwards into his workplace, staring at the furious raccoon who tries to snarl but can’t. “Just don’t fly away, I’ll be back soon.” Rocket hopes that Nick will give him the money after this or the fox is dead meat.
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The sun had gone down and the darkness arose with stars shining above. Rocket had just spent half the day as a fully inflated blimp as a ride for a self-centered fox who works at a poorly structured building with some shady job. Now they are back in the field, the same place where Rocket blimped up at. “There, we made it.” Nick tells him, getting down from him one last time. He takes the rope off of Rocket’s snout and says, “Oh you have to pass gas to deflate.”
Now Rocket was losing his mind. Not only did he have to inflate, used his body as a balloon ride, and now he has to fart and belch to deflate back to size? It’ll be the last time he does odd jobs for cash. “BRRRRRRRAAAAAAP FFFFRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT!” He lets out aggressively as he quickly deflates to his size. “God, that was horrible.” He said with a couple of huffs and grunts. Rocket’s belly was so sore from the stretching and the pressure of helium. His suit was filled with small patches of holes that he could stitch right up if he knew how and just now, grabs his belt from the ground. No way that will ever be fixed. “Now give me my money.” He demands, already losing his patience from the fox.
“Right, the money. I’ll go get it.” Nick goes back to his truck and grabs the silver suitcase out from the passenger seat and hands it over to Rocket. The angry raccoon snatches the case right from his hands and doesn’t even open it. “The code is 384 by the way.” And with that, Rocket just gives him a nasty glare and a scoff before walking to his ship and closing it. In only a minute, Rocket turns on his ship and flies out of Earth without thinking of going back to that planet ever again. Nick scoffs at him with a silent chuckle. “Sucker.” He said before proceeding to head home for the night. Whatever he knew, the poor inflatee raccoon didn’t.
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Back in space, in his bedroom area, Rocket sits on his bed with the briefcase on his lap. “Ugh, I swear. That fox has a greedier mind than I do. At least he gave me this cash.” He puts the code in and opens the case. There, he could see the beauty of the benjamin bills, with rubber bands around them. “There has to be at least one million dollars in here.” He assumes. Rocket picks up the bill stack and rubs his finger on the side of the bill, to feel the thickness of the bill. “Oh man, I‘m hoping to buy a large screen TV. Ha!” But checking out the front of the stack of bills, he noticed something that he didn’t detect earlier. There was this scratch mark on the left side of Benjamin’s eye. At first, he thought it was just a mark, accidentally made when Nick was putting in the money. But then, he looks at the other stacks in which they all had that mark. Same spot, same length, same line. “What?” He knows that something is up when they all have the same mark on each of the bills in his hand and in the case.
It’s a good thing he had a Benjamin bill inside a drawer of his just to make sure that something wasn’t up. He takes his old bill and puts it right next to the stack of bills. He examines it clearly, and only to find out that his bill had some minor mistakes. He had to go back and forth many times to make sure that his eyes were seeing it right. There was no way that it could be real. But then, his anger was let loose once he noticed a tiny signature at the bottom of the stack of bills, a name that he’s very familiar with. “That fox gave me fake money!” He shouts with fury, eyes dilated like an angry lion, his claws getting sharp, and foam coming out of his mouth. “AARRRRGGGHHH!” He screams out and throws the case right against the metal wall. “I’M GONNA KILL HIM!!!!” He stomps his way back to the cockpit and starts the engine of the ship. Then, he twists the steering wheel into a 180-degree turn, straight down to earth. He’s going to make sure that Nick Wilde will pay for tricking him into a free balloon ride. The good thing is that he knows how to track him down. While snatching the case from Nick, he took some of his fur with him. With that, he can target a certain person with DNA, including their location, job, and history. It was going to be a fun night for Rocket.
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“Ha! Can’t believe that idiot rodent actually thought I gave him the money!” Nick laughs as he enters his apartment room. The place was trashed from food wrappers, soda cans, and even some tissue from his colds. Nick turns on the lights and puts his car keys in a bowl where he keeps his other junk at. While walking around, cleaning up the place for a bit, he notices that his window was opened widely. “Huh, must have forgotten to close that.” He said, assuming that he opened the window. He walks his way over to the window, closing it, and locking it tight so no one can break-in. “There, now it's time to watch some TV.” As he makes his way over to the couch, there was a note right in the middle of it. “Huh?” He asks himself while picking up the note and unfolding it. “Look behind you?” He says to himself. Nick turns around carefully, only to have a small raccoon jumping up and shoving what looked like a hose.
“Surprise!” Rocket shouts as he quickly uses the duct tape to wrap Nick’s snout in so the hose wouldn’t come out.
Nick was very surprised and shocked to see his balloon ride in his own place. “MMPH!?” He muffles while trying to yank the hose out.
“I don’t think so, pal! You think you can play a bounty hunter like that?” He was super pissed and ready to get his revenge that quick. Nick sweats once he sees what his old friend was going to do to him. The hose that was in his mouth leads straight to a machine with the words [Electric Air Tank]. Now that is what frightened him the most. “You see this, Nick? This is what I call my REAL paycheck.” Without any more small talk, except for the muffled whines from the regretting fox, Rocket turns on the machine that runs on gas. Nick feels the air rushing into his mouth, making his cheeks puff up. Then, a minute later, he can feel his belly swelling out with air, looking like he had a nice round pot belly. His shirt stretches and creaks while his other parts like his butt, thighs, hips, chest, and arms get huge and puffy. To make this better, Rocket goes around him to watch Nick’s butt expanding like crazy. “Nice thick butt there Nick!” He said as he slaps Nick’s butt like how he did with Rocket. Nick lets out a yip and blushes with embarrassment.
“Mmmph!” He muffles once a button from his shirt pops off and lands on the ground. Then, the rest of his buttons popped off, even his pant button, exposing that nice soft round belly.
“Doesn’t feel good now, doesn’t it?” Rocket goes right back to Nick’s front to rub his belly as he expands more and more into a sphere-shaped orb. The fox’s arms and legs sank into his body besides his flailing paws. “Now, I got to head to another planet. It was fun doing this with you.” Nick panics as he realizes that Rocket was leaving him like this. He screams in muffles, begging for him to take the hose off or he pops. “Don’t worry, you won’t pop. I promise.” Rocket said that in the most sarcastic way ever. The raccoon exits through his door and slams it shut. Nick could hear the raccoon talking to some of his neighbors, telling him to not enter his room that Nick is busy.
“MMPPPPHH!” He screams in muffles as loud as he could to get the others to hear him, but it was no use. His body fills up half the space in his room, his head touching the ceiling but his feet stop touching the ground. Nick could feel his body getting tighter and tighter with each second of airflow into him. Now he wishes that he could give Rocket the real money that would have taken him years to get. The creaks get louder and louder with the painful feeling of his belly bursting like a balloon. Then all of a sudden, just as he felt like he was done for, the machine stops. The gas must have run out before Nick could burst in scraps. He was relieved for a moment until he realized that there was no way to deflate him besides farting it all out, and he does not want to deal with that. So now he’s stuck as a near-bursting orb with no way to get out of this situation. He’s betting that Rocket is up in space, laughing his tail off about this. Maybe next time once he gets back to size, he can pick someone a little less aggressive and more accepting.
Category Story / Inflation
Species Raccoon
Gender Male
Size 120 x 120px
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