Circus Inflation

[wannabehuge]

Bobby was always into the circus. Just the fun atmosphere, he was mystified. It was a place of freedom, people go, and have fun. It doesn't matter who, from all walks of life. It showed togetherness, even with all the circus freaks. Bobby felt a sense of belonging, he even made friends with the carnies, they all knew him, and cared about him.
They even helped him with physics homework. Trust me when I say the circus is the perfect place to learn physics. Gravity and momentum from the gymnasts, and power and energy from the strength acts. The only thing was that the laws of physics never seemed to apply to the clowns, even though Bobby knew they were all tricks. But to help him, the circus folk would let him play around with the equipment, with supervision of course. He was sort of an honorary member. Bobby had been attending the circus ever since he was 8, and since the age of 11, he's been trying to join. All the circus folk cared about him, and wanted him to go to college; they never thought he'd actually be as persistent as he was with the idea of joining.
Now finally at 16 years of age, Bobby went to the circus and was determined to audition until they let him be in it. The ring leader had reservations. The youngest person currently in the circus was an 18 year old girl who was the assistant to the knife thrower. But Bobby was persistent.

Finally! After a month, the ring master agreed to a trial run. He didn't think the 16yo was ready for the stage, but he trained him, after school and on weekends. He wanted to give Bobby a taste of what the circus was like. He trained the boy in various positions. Clown, magician, danger acts, and gymnastics among other things. Bobby had been watching these acts for years, and everything came very easy to him, especially since he had done most of this stuff before with the carnies behind the ring leader's back. Because of this, Bobby excelled at the gymnastics. He didn't have the endurance the other acrobats had, but he had good form. Which to the ring master seemed to be mastered in only a few short weeks. Then and there he decided he was going to make Bobby into the perfect acrobat, but first the boy was going to need muscle mass to perform all the physical demands of gymnastics. He would be no good if he didn't have the endurance. When he told his plan to the young teen, Bobby could not have been more thrilled. He was finally going to be part of the circus!

The leader had Bobby training whenever the boy had free time. Light weights with many repetitions to build a lean acrobatic body. But Bobby's body took too well to the weights. He was building a considerable amount of muscle. It was easy for him. His muscles bulged and grew. His teenage body was packing on more muscle than what the ring leader had expected.

A year later, Bobby was ripped shredded muscle, he was bigger than the other acrobats, in fact, and he was too heavy for the equipment. His size was slowing him down, and making it difficult for the other performers to support his weight when doing aerial acts. The ring master saw how this devastated Bobby, and with his quick thinking, told the boy they needed a strong man.

Bobby's eyes lit up, "Really?! I'll do it! I'll be the best, the biggest, the strongest strong man you've ever seen!"
Bobby ran out of the tent, he went straight to the weights, and started pumping. Day in, day out, Bobby was solely focused on weight training. He even started taking supplements. Bobby's body exploded with muscle. His weight quickly climbed, 140 up to 210 lbs.

Another year passed and Bobby became a circus bodybuilder. At 18 easily pushing 225, he was rivaling some of the older pros. But he didn't get to bodybuilding; he stayed as the strong man in the circus. Every night he performed with his friends, and he could not have been happier. He wasn't some side act, he was part of the main show. As part of the act, he would pull off feats of strength. Bobby would bend metal bars, lift weights that got heavier through the course of the act. As the performance went, he would hold up two bars above his head while the acrobats leaped from one to the other, and after a while more acrobats would be making formations on top.
The clowns even got in the act. They drove their car and pretended to crash it into Bobby, who would then lift the tiny car and shake it till some absurd number of clowns fell out. He?d then stomp around trying to grab at the clowns while they ran around playing little pranks on him. The finale to the skit was that one of the clowns would run to the trunk of the car and pull out a bike pump. The clown would then pretend to pump up Bobby's muscles. But this one time, the clown was new to the show. It was his first night, and he accidentally shoved the hose a little too far into the back of Bobby?s pants. It tore a hole, and the hose slid right his crack which instinctively clenched around the hose.

The clown went to the bike up, and went at it! Bobby's face went blank, he'd never felt anything like it, the rush of air filling him up, forcing its way up inside him. He had no clue what it was. He just felt flushed, and cold like the blood rushing away from his head. He felt light headed, almost faint. His pectorals heaved as he breathed. Bobby?s breaths came shallow and short, but at first he didn?t realize his chest was getting bigger with every breath. It was not only his pectorals though his biceps filled up, his quads started to swell.
As his shirt pulled tightly across his chest, the cleft between his pectorals became defined while his nipples could clearly be seen stressing the fabric. Bobby biceps were also growing, his sleeves starting to rip from the expanded girth of his arms. His tight shirt became a tank top, and finally, Bobby was aware of his predicament. By now though, his lats had started inflating. They spread and forced his arms to slowly lift up. Bobby?s entire upper body was swelling. His pecs were being forced up against his chin, and his widening lats forced his arms out to his sides which forced his bulging traps up against the sides of his head. Touching his ears, his traps and his pecs hitting his chin kept his head firmly in place, he could not turn his head. Bobby couldn?t see past his pecs anymore, it was impossible for him to even look down as his inflated pecs had started to push his head back.
Bobby groaned, his pecs pressing up into his face, his arms slowing rising higher to his sides. Bobby turned to the clown, signaling him to stop as he tried to pull out the hose. He pleaded and begged. Grunting and whimpering, he couldn?t talk due to his pectorals forced his mouth shut, but the clown thought it was part of the act and pumped faster.

With everything happening to his upper body, Bobby could only feel his quads forcing themselves apart. He could only imagine what the audience was seeing as he heard the seams burst. The breeze running between his swelling legs as his quads continued to force Bobby to widen his stance. And everyone pointed and laughed, they thought it was part of the show, the helpless muscle balloon getting pumped up by a clown.

The acrobats didn't know what to do, they were in shock, and the entire circus crew was in shock. Bobby's limbs were forced outward, stiff and full of air, he looked totally roided out. Now twice his normal mass, the air was pressurized inside of him, his muscles were too big. No more air could be stuffed into his limbs, and as a result the air filled his abs. They bloated and distended like a beachball. Bobby the muscle balloon couldn't even protest anymore, his mouth nearly covered by his gigantic pecs. Bobby scrunched up his face, the pressure too intense. The air fighting for space inside of him, pushing outward in every direction from inside his body.
The crowd roared with laughter, but the clowns all stared at Bobby, waiting for what seemed to be an inevitable explosion. Bobby?s body let out a very long drawn out low groan, and just as he felt he was about to pop, FWOOSH! The pressure forced the hose out of his butt; the air still filled inside him though sealed him back up with his overinflated butt cheeks.

Bobby froze, unsure of what to do. Like a deer caught in the headlights, it was as if the inflated boy was paralyzed. The crowd laughing, pointing, kids shouting for the clown to pump him up bigger. Then, his fight-or-flight response kicked in. The massive muscle balloon swung his legs around to face the exit, and Bobby did his best to waddle as fast as he could outside of the tent. The crowd grew louder as he waddled, and occasionally stumbled on his way out of the big top.

When he finally got outside, he went to his own tent, not sure what to do, not knowing how to deflate. The ring master walked into the tent, he looked at Bobby and said, "Do you think you can do that again tomorrow?"

[curinga]

amazing story!! just what I needed!! thanks for posting!!

[B_HIM]

I really hope he's doing it again!