October Pic: Dig Dug!

October image voted on by viewers!  Tried a simple animation for this one plus a short story!

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Jazz nearly jumped out of her desk chair as a plastic package flopped in front of her, nearly spilling her tea.  The orange lizard blinked a few times before gathering herself and looking up at the transgressor looming above her.  Tuzz, Jazz’s husband, stood there holding another plastic package.  He was normally a good head taller than her (at their normal sizes), but his dad-bod belly nearly bounced into her cheek a few times while she was sitting.  Above the belly, “COLORADO” was printed on his shirt, a homage to Tuzz’ home state, and above that a big goofy grin.

“Surprise!” exclaimed the large blue lizard, his frilly ears nearly vibrating in excitement. “I got us a couples costume like you wanted!”

Tuzz’s green tongue stuck out slightly and tail swished to and fro, hinting that he was giddy beyond belief.  He reminded Jazz of a puppy with a new ball. Her eyes lit up and she immediately scanned the vinyl polybag that was unceremoniously tossed on her desk just moments before.  Oddly, the packaging did not have any labeling on it, but she could see green fabric through the clear plastic.

“Ummm, what is it?” Jazz looked up with an inquisitive expression.

She bit her yellow bottom lip in nervousness while scratching the side of her head, her ears drooping off her shoulder.  Tuzz was not known to be cheap; quite the contrary, he tended to spend more than needed on multiple occasions. The simplicity of the packaging was throwing her off.

“A special dinosaur costume from an old game I loved! I had it specially made,” Tuzz said, giddily. “I know you like surprises, so I didn’t mention it until now.  Let’s make sure it fits!”

Halloween wasn’t for another week, but it was definitely a good idea to try it on in case any adjustments were needed.

Well maybe not in this household, Jazz chuckled to herself.  Sizes tended to change rapidly here, both height and width.

It was a shock then when Jazz unfolded the costume and noticed it was her normal size!  The costume was a green dino kigurumi, complete with a white underbelly, red wings and feet, and a hooded head.  The dinosaur mouth was where Jazz’ face would be, just behind a row of felt teeth and under two large round eyes.  It was quite the comical getup.

“You have GOT to be kidding me,” Jazz said with a wry smile.

“Trust me. That set me back a lot of commissions!” the blue lizard giggled as he began undressing to put his outfit on. “Plus, it will be a comfy set of pajamas after tonight.”

Jazz just shook her head and began to follow suit.  She slid her t-shirt over her head before unbuckling her belt and letting her black jeans drop to the floor.  She kept her matching polka dot underwear on, figuring it shouldn’t be a problem in the full costume.  She didn’t have massive breasts, but Tuzz always loved her shapely butt.  As if on cue, Tuzz snuck up and gave a sharp slap to Jazz’s posterior, making her jump slightly.  She smirked and looked over at her mischievous husband, who still had his shirt on. His jeans were crumpled to the floor around his feet.

“Perv obviously has been watching me instead of putting his outfit on” mused Jazz to herself.

Tuzz began lifting his shirt over his head when Jazz gave a much firmer slapto his behind.  With a yelp, he reflexively jumped but was still tangled in his pants enough to topple over, shirt still stuck over his head.

“Cheating! I call cheating!” Tuzz mockingly whined as he tried to free himself from his cotton prison.  Jazz giggled and gave a loving smooch to his belly before turning back to her costume.

The fabric was incredibly soft and stretchy, and slid on with ease. She zipped the front of the onesie from crotch to neck, then flexed her fingers and toes to adjust the fit.  Surprised by how well it felt, Jazz did a little spin. Turning her head back to thank her husband, Jazz was stopped short by the sight of him in a white body suit and helmet.  Frozen in place, she racked her brain to remember why it looked familiar. She completely missed Tuzz pulling out a large red drill accessory.  In a flash, Tuzz attached a black hose to a hole in the butt of Jazz’s costume;  it didn’t go in her rear so much as attach with a cup mechanism. The suction sensation pulled a yelp out of the orange lizard.

“Hey! What is the big idea…” Jazz trailed off as she watched Tuzz plug the other end of the hose into the drill, then unfold a pair of handles.  The drill now resembled an odd bike pump thought Jazz when it hit her.

Dig Dug

The old arcade game was the inspiration for their costumes.  Jazz was dressed as a Frygar, one of the enemies that the player inflated with a pump. Just as Tuzz was about to do as he pulled the handle upwards.

“Oh fuck!” Jazz exclaimed, followed by a quick burst of air rushing inside her.  This was far from the first time Tuzz had inflated her, but she was still surprised as these usually resulted in tattered clothing. Why ruin the new costume?

She could feel each pump press into her.  Slowly, her flat stomach went from bloated, to looking pregnant, to looking like she was hiding a yoga ball. Her breasts shared a similar fate as they simultaneously surpassed melons and continued to inflate.

“K..knock it off!  I’m blowing up like a balloon!” she chided her husband, who ignored her and continued to pump.

Jazz attempted to reach back and remove the hose, but the extra air in her arms was restricting movement.  At best, she could feel her ass as it swelled up many times its original size while her hips billowed out in proportion.  Her tail was wagging in excitement, although she would never admit as much to Tuzz.  Jazz spread her legs apart slightly to counter-balance her expanding mid-section so as not to tumble over.

“You are gonna rip the costume! Stop it!” she insisted. The costume, however, showed no signs of strain or restriction and continued to fit comfortably on Jazz’s ballooning frame.

Within moments, Jazz’s arms began to straighten out, making her unable to even attempt to reach the hose. Soon after, her legs followed suit, locking at the knees.  With each pulse of air entering, her limbs slowly spread and rose from her body. Her tail began to straighten as well, like a balloon animal tube before it was shaped.

“I feel funny…” she said, her voice sounding an octave or two higher than normal.

Jazz flapped her arms in protest, but even that slowed as she could muster less and less movement with each passing moment. Her cheeks began to swell out like she had stuffed a couple of grapefruits in her mouth.  Suddenly, Jazz began to float off of the ground like an actual balloon taking flight.  She questioned momentarily how simple air could do something like that, but quickly dismissed it as Tuzz doing Tuzz things.

At this point, Jazz was a blimpish parody of her former self. Each breast was easily bigger than her head, her butt and hips nearly as wide as she was tall, and her stomach spherical and starting to absorb the rest of her body. Even her hands had swollen enough to resemble orbs, the fingers sitting on the end like overstuffed sausages.

“Looks like the suit was money well spent!” Tuzz chuckled, pulling in his wife like a balloon on a string and giving a kiss on her oversized rump.

“When I deflate, I’m gonna punch you right in the dick!”Jazz squeaked as she squirmed, not really able to do more than wiggle her hands and tail.

“Guess I better keep you up there for a while,” shrugged Tuzz, giving another large pump to his swollen spouse.

Jazz squeaked in surprise as she inflated further, the pressure even pushing her nipples out. She bobbed in the air, unable to move anything but her eyes until a few moments later when a small gust escaped her mouth.  She figured the costume must be at the limit, but the high-quality material was compressing her down from blimp to parade float instead of ripping.  A theory that was continuously tested over the next hour as Tuzz would pump her, watch her partially deflate, then repeat.