WARNING: This story contains major farts and fatal popping.
Gift done for Jeikutwo
Scrat never had much luck, but his lack thereof never slowed his perseverance down either. Admirably, just like many other times, the saber-tooth squirrel finds himself climbing an ice wall. From a far-off distance, there appears to be a little brown dot lodged into it, and he knows he'd regret passing it up.
With the chilled wind blowing across his fur, Scrat dug his little claws into the snow-peppered ice and wagged his bushy tail. Nothing could stop him, or so he felt. Getting up pretty high, the squirrel smiles a wide ear-to-ear grin. Just as he thought, the brown dot really was an acorn all along. A big one, too.
Scurrying right up to it, he rubs his little paws together, kisses the thing, and grips it. Yanking quite hard on it, Scrat exhaustively manages to rip it right out of the ice. Holding it with great love and care, he looks around frantically - expecting something to go wrong... Nope, nothing.
Ordinarily, his actions cause the ice wall to split, or for an avalanche to come crashing down, or for even water to spew out and inflate him like a water balloon... Shrugging his shoulders, Scrat gently curls his tail around the grand acorn and climbs up the rest of the way. Making it to the top, all he sees are miles of frozen tundra. No wildlife whatsoever seem to be around.
Although he's interested in traveling with his prize, Scrat realizes that somehow, wherever he is, something always manages to go wrong. Heroically, he decides that today will not be that day and does what he rarely ever had the opportunity to do - just eat the dang thing. Prying off the cap, the squirrel shoves the thing into his mouth and gulps it down.
Meanwhile, up in space... Two little gray men watch Scrat eat the acorn on a monitor in their flying saucer. "生き物はそれに落ちました!" Shouts gray man one, quite excited. "では、何が起こるか見てみましょう..." Says gray man two, more curious than anything about the sheer chaos of the experiment that's about to unfold...
Prodding at his swollen tummy, Scrat proudly rubs his abdomen like a baby that's about to be born. Dancing around under the clear blue sky, the squirrel shakes his booty around in total celebration. Then, with a stiff lift of his tail, Scrat accidentally spews out a long wet fart. "Oooh..." Even though he's alone, he can't help but blush hard red. It was absolutely disgusting, sounding almost as bad as it smelled.
After a few little sniffs at the cold air, his throat swells up, then his cheeks, until finally - UUURB...! Scrat unleashes a mighty burp. Not feeling very well, the squirrel spreads his legs and looks down at his rumbling belly. "Uh oh..." He whimpers, realizing that he's inflating now like a furry hot air balloon.
With quite a large bloat in his abdomen, it doesn't take long for the gassy build-up to expand his whole center-mass into a fine basketball shape. Feeling all over his upper belly with his frail little arms, the flesh beneath his fur tightens like raw rubber. As much as Scrat wants to scream, the perpetual burps keep his mouth busy.
Of course, his esophagus isn't the only part that's working overtime. Behind his skinny legs and under his bushy tail, the squirrel just can't stop spattering out fart after fart. Feeling every bit of tension and pressure in his body, Scrat begins rising into the air. Taken away by the breeze, he naturally bobs around while his flesh lets out grotesque high-pitched twangs.
Feeling like he's on the verge of popping, the squirrel has actually reached the size of a beach ball - effectively more like a party balloon now than a saber-tooth squirrel. As if the state of him wasn't morbid enough, the gassy squirrels' head, arms, and legs all go stiff and begin sinking inward into their own little caves. Comically, his belches become muffled while his face sinks into the darkness.
From Scrat's perspective, all he can see now is a little bit of daylight at the end of a long tunnel. Since his head and paws just keep on sinking deeper and deeper into his own inflating mass, all he can do now is wag his tail around. Clenching his paws, the poor thing scream-burps as loud as he possibly can. Just beyond the size of a yoga ball now, Planet Scrat explodes - leaving behind nothing but a cloud of stink, the aliens high-five each other and prepare another experiment. THE END
Gift done for Jeikutwo
Scrat never had much luck, but his lack thereof never slowed his perseverance down either. Admirably, just like many other times, the saber-tooth squirrel finds himself climbing an ice wall. From a far-off distance, there appears to be a little brown dot lodged into it, and he knows he'd regret passing it up.
With the chilled wind blowing across his fur, Scrat dug his little claws into the snow-peppered ice and wagged his bushy tail. Nothing could stop him, or so he felt. Getting up pretty high, the squirrel smiles a wide ear-to-ear grin. Just as he thought, the brown dot really was an acorn all along. A big one, too.
Scurrying right up to it, he rubs his little paws together, kisses the thing, and grips it. Yanking quite hard on it, Scrat exhaustively manages to rip it right out of the ice. Holding it with great love and care, he looks around frantically - expecting something to go wrong... Nope, nothing.
Ordinarily, his actions cause the ice wall to split, or for an avalanche to come crashing down, or for even water to spew out and inflate him like a water balloon... Shrugging his shoulders, Scrat gently curls his tail around the grand acorn and climbs up the rest of the way. Making it to the top, all he sees are miles of frozen tundra. No wildlife whatsoever seem to be around.
Although he's interested in traveling with his prize, Scrat realizes that somehow, wherever he is, something always manages to go wrong. Heroically, he decides that today will not be that day and does what he rarely ever had the opportunity to do - just eat the dang thing. Prying off the cap, the squirrel shoves the thing into his mouth and gulps it down.
Meanwhile, up in space... Two little gray men watch Scrat eat the acorn on a monitor in their flying saucer. "生き物はそれに落ちました!" Shouts gray man one, quite excited. "では、何が起こるか見てみましょう..." Says gray man two, more curious than anything about the sheer chaos of the experiment that's about to unfold...
Prodding at his swollen tummy, Scrat proudly rubs his abdomen like a baby that's about to be born. Dancing around under the clear blue sky, the squirrel shakes his booty around in total celebration. Then, with a stiff lift of his tail, Scrat accidentally spews out a long wet fart. "Oooh..." Even though he's alone, he can't help but blush hard red. It was absolutely disgusting, sounding almost as bad as it smelled.
After a few little sniffs at the cold air, his throat swells up, then his cheeks, until finally - UUURB...! Scrat unleashes a mighty burp. Not feeling very well, the squirrel spreads his legs and looks down at his rumbling belly. "Uh oh..." He whimpers, realizing that he's inflating now like a furry hot air balloon.
With quite a large bloat in his abdomen, it doesn't take long for the gassy build-up to expand his whole center-mass into a fine basketball shape. Feeling all over his upper belly with his frail little arms, the flesh beneath his fur tightens like raw rubber. As much as Scrat wants to scream, the perpetual burps keep his mouth busy.
Of course, his esophagus isn't the only part that's working overtime. Behind his skinny legs and under his bushy tail, the squirrel just can't stop spattering out fart after fart. Feeling every bit of tension and pressure in his body, Scrat begins rising into the air. Taken away by the breeze, he naturally bobs around while his flesh lets out grotesque high-pitched twangs.
Feeling like he's on the verge of popping, the squirrel has actually reached the size of a beach ball - effectively more like a party balloon now than a saber-tooth squirrel. As if the state of him wasn't morbid enough, the gassy squirrels' head, arms, and legs all go stiff and begin sinking inward into their own little caves. Comically, his belches become muffled while his face sinks into the darkness.
From Scrat's perspective, all he can see now is a little bit of daylight at the end of a long tunnel. Since his head and paws just keep on sinking deeper and deeper into his own inflating mass, all he can do now is wag his tail around. Clenching his paws, the poor thing scream-burps as loud as he possibly can. Just beyond the size of a yoga ball now, Planet Scrat explodes - leaving behind nothing but a cloud of stink, the aliens high-five each other and prepare another experiment. THE END
Category Story / Inflation
Species Squirrel
Gender Male
Size 135 x 105px
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Awesome story! Are you open for requests? I have some good ideas for inflation!
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