Male Inflation

"I can't believe we're doing this," you say as you watch me uncoiling the garden hose and screwing it onto the spigot. We're both a few beers in, standing in the yard on a warm fall day in swim trunks, and we're about to make some questionable decisions.

"Come on, you keep saying you've always wanted to try it! I promise, it'll be great. It's like a tire pump, but way better," as I lube up the end of the hose and drag it over to you. "Pull down the back of your shorts a little."

You comply, edging down the back of your trunks and bending forward a little.

It was a friday morning, and Ayame quickly wakes up due to a rustling noise coming from her side. Inuyasha heard none of it, and stayed asleep. Ayame walks to a line of bushes from outside the house they were sleeping in, and finds nothing. "what the...," Ayame questioned, keeping her cool. "It must have been the wind..". The noise comes back again, and this time, it was louder. Ayame slowly starts to get nervous, thinking it might be an old foe. 

Bill plopping down his gym bag near the front door stomped into the kitchen of his home. Bill was a tall, athletic guy with a shaved head, piercing blue eyes and was at the moment absolutely starving. As he did every Saturday Bill had gone rowing and as always he could eat a horse by the time he got home.

    "FETISH GAS BANNED FROM PUBLIC SALE."
    I was surprised at this article I'd found online. My boyfriend Rob and I and my other boyfriend Elvis had been using inflatium for years to inflate ourselves into various bloated forms for fun and sex. Now the government was banning it from being distributed to the public. Not only could we not get new supplies, we couldn't resell it to our fellow fetishists, who would have to make do with those silly inflatable costumes now.