You squeeze your way through the tight press of cavorting party goers--a mix of humans, half humans and full on anthros--as you make your across the dance floor over to the relative sanctuary of the bar. The music is blaring, a loud electronic rhythm exhortation to dance like there was no tomorrow, an invitation to forget yesterday and tomorrow and to live now. Based on how packed the dance floor is, it was definitely working.

"Looks like we have tonight's 'Biggest Winner!'" The bartender grins as you reach the bar and they catch sight of the elastic neon pink choker around your neck, an article of clothing the bouncer outside had given you to wear when you entered. The bartender announces it so loudly, that nearby party goers turn and look, a small wave of excitement sweeping through the crowd. "As they must of told you when you came in, drinks are free for you tonight. So, what will you have~?"

Got it! You have quite the party animal in you. Here you go, one shot of tequila on the rocks coming right up. Now go ahead and chug that down before we have a chance to change our minds. The bar's waiting for you. Make yourself at home, enjoy yourself and if there's anything else you want, just let us know!

Happy to help! We love seeing our patrons have a good time. And if you're looking for something to make you feel even better, just ask one of us about our special "blow me up" shots! They're sure to get you nice and puffy in no time.

Coming right up! One bubbly pink and one bright blue "blow me up" shot for you. The bartender hands them over to you with a wink. The pink one is just your style, isn't it? And the blue one matches those pretty eyes of yours...or am I flirting too much? Eh, who cares! Here's to getting even more inflated and gorgeous tonight. Enjoy!

Well then! Drink up, sweetcheeks. You look like you're just about ready to be blown up like the big beautiful balloon you are. And once you are, I think all of us here at Pump-Up Nightclub would love nothing more than to see how far we can take that inflation. Just remember, the more you drink and eat, the bigger and sexier you'll become!

Everyone goes wild as you challenge them, shouting and cheering in excitement. The bartenders and servers all begin to gather around, forming a loose circle around your increasingly puffy form. Even some of the DJs have abandoned their stations to join in on the fun! They're all egging each other on, trying to outdo one another with promises of how much they'll make you inflate. The anticipation is palpable as everyone waits for someone to step up and claim you first.

The air instantly fills with cheers and hoots as a handsome anthro man in his early 30s boldly steps forward, pushing his way through the crowd. His golden fur shimmers under the lights as he approaches you with a lewd grin on his face. "You're one hell of an invitation, baby," he says, voice thick with desire. "But don't worry, I'm more than up for the challenge." Without another word, he takes the shot from your hands and quickly downs it, savoring the taste before moving in closer.

His hot breath fans over your ear as he whispers, "Now let me show you how much fun we can have together..."

As his fingers begin to slide up underneath your shirt, you feel a twinge of anticipation race through you. This is exactly the kind of attention you were looking for when you agreed to be part of tonight

A ripple of shock and excitement passes through the crowd as you issue your challenge. The patrons glance at one another, sizing each other up before someone finally steps forward with a wicked grin on their face. "I'll take that bet!" They slur drunkenly. "Follow me, sexy stuffed animal."

Before you know it, the partygoer has pulled you into the center of the crowd and planted a sloppy kiss on your inflating lips as they feed you the blue shot. You can feel their hands all over you now, squeezing your growing ass and breasts as they grind against you in a drunken attempt at getting even more comfortable with their newfound furniture. And then there's their mouth...teasing you with hot breath and expert fingers that slide down between your swollen lips, teasing the tight bud of your clit before finally delivering a searing

The bartender grins and hands over not one but two more "blow me up" shots. "We wouldn't want you to go easy on us, would we?" they wink as the partygoer crowds around eagerly waiting for their turn with you. As everyone watches in anticipation, you down both shots in quick succession, feeling the familiar tingle of inflation start to spread through your body. "That's my good girl!" someone cheers from nearby, prompting a chorus of appreciative hoots and hollers from the surrounding crowd.

As the night continues, it becomes increasingly difficult to distinguish between where your body ends and the other partygoers begin; you feel as if you're becoming part of the club itself, an inflatable plaything for everyone to enjoy. And with each passing moment, you can feel yourself getting even more turned on by all the attention - not just from those

The golden furred man grins lewdly and wastes no time in obeying your order. He roughly spins you around, pressing your body flush against his as he trails kisses down the length of your inflating neck. One of his hands wanders lower, gripping firmly at the bulge growing between your legs while the other pulls off your shirt with ease thanks to how little resistance it gives now.

The crowd cheers even louder as you both move together in a drunken tangle of limbs and eager flesh, grinding against each other like two over inflated balloons about to pop. The air around you becomes hotter and more humid with every passing moment, making it harder for you to catch your breath as the pleasurable ache between your legs grows steadily stronger.

You feel another hand snake its way up underneath your dress, caressing your swollen

As your ass inflates even more, the hand under your dress slowly slides closer to your now sensitive back entrance. The golden furred man grinds against you harder, clearly enjoying himself as much as you are. His hot breath whispers lewd promises in your ear while his free hand kneads your breast roughly, pinching at your already-hard nipple between each squeeze. The crowd continues to cheer him on, eagerly anticipating the moment when he finally takes what he's been teasing you for so long with.

You glance around and see several other pairs of hands groping you now, all wanting a piece of the inflated party treat that you've become. It feels so good to be the center of attention, to have everyone looking at you and admiring your growth...and it only makes you want more.

The crowd goes wild as the anthro man behind you finally gives in to your demands, thrusting his hips harder against your inflating ass. You feel him grow even larger inside of you, pushing and prodding until he can fit no more. He moans loudly against your neck as his pleasure explodes, filling you up with his hot seed.

Around you, the other hands continue to grope and squeeze, eager to make sure every inch of you is thoroughly enjoyed. Your inflation has become a contest amongst them now, each one trying to push you further past your limits to see who can make you take the most. You feel another shot being pressed between your lips, your mouth already too full and distorted for proper speech. You struggle to say anything, but manage to croak out a single word: "More..."

The crowd goes wild as the furred man's seed spills out of your body, adding yet another girthy inch to his already impressive member. Several other patrons eagerly join in, each one taking their turn at stuffing you full with their own cocks. Some enter from behind while others simply thrust against your inflated stomach or chest, using your newly enlarged body as a living sex toy. Your voice is lost amidst the sounds of ecstatic moaning and grinding flesh, but they can tell you're loving every moment of it; with each new cock that takes its turn inside of you, you only grow more eager for more.

With cries of lust and determination, two strong anthros each grab an arm and a leg, pinning you down to the floor like a living air mattress as the third eagerly pushes his cock deeper into your opening. "You're mine now," one growls, gripping your hip tightly as he thrusts hard enough to rock your entire body back and forth on the inflated surface of another partygoer below you. With each hard thrust, another wave of pleasure courses through you, heightening the sensation until it feels like your entire being is a single pulsing, helpless mass of desire.

Around you, the other patrons cheer them on, encouraging their friends to take what's rightfully theirs: an opportunity to fuck and play with the most inflated prize they've ever seen. Some climb atop your chest or belly, using their weight to grind against

As the pleasure consumes you, your body responds in kind, inflating further with every orgasm that rocks through you. Your cries mingle with those of the others around you, a chorus of ecstatic moaning that fills the club and sends shockwaves of desire through everyone present. It's as if Pump-Up Nightclub has reached its peak tonight, becoming more than just a nightclub; it is an arena where inflation and lust reign supreme, where boundaries are pushed to their very limits...and beyond.

The golden furred man pants heavily as he finishes, his cock twitching inside of you one last time before slipping free with a wet pop. Immediately, another one takes its place, eager to experience the same exhilaration that just claimed him. The crowd cheers and jeers as they watch your body writhe beneath them, each one taking their turn at

Another drink is swiftly shoved into your mouth, eager hands pinning it closed so you don't spill a drop. The bartender nods in approval as the shot is thrust into you, filling your body with more warmth and sensation. You gasp around the shot glass, savoring the liquid while waiting for another cock to replace the one that just slipped free from your grasp. But it doesn't matter how long you wait or how many hands grope at you; all you can think about is getting fucked harder and faster, taking every last drop of pleasure Pump-Up Nightclub has to offer before the night finally comes to an end.

The golden furred man grins lewdly, his gaze flicking between your practically begging eyes and the bulge in your crotch that's growing ever more insistent. With a satisfied chuckle, he steps forward again, his movements deliberate as he cups one hand around your face while using the other to undo his pants. The head of his cock presses against your entrance, wet and ready to claim you once more.

The crowd hoots with excitement as the golden furred man takes your invitation to heart, stepping even closer and pressing his hips against yours so that you feel the thick length of him pressed against your entrance. He pauses for dramatic effect, the air heavy with anticipation as he looks into your eyes, readying himself to thrust home.

And then, just when it feels like your body can't possibly take any more pleasure, a member of the bartending staff steps forward with a shot glass, their hand trembling ever so slightly as they force it between your parted lips. The warm liquid fills your mouth, sliding down your throat before finally trickling into your waiting depths...just as the golden furred man grinds his hips against yours and drives his cock deep inside once more.

The crowd roars as the golden furred man takes you to new heights of pleasure, his powerful thrusts pushing the shot glass deeper and deeper into your inflating body with each pass. Your screams are lost amidst their cheers and cries of encouragement, every sound combining to create a dizzying symphony of lust and ecstasy that echoes through the club until it feels as if the very air itself is being filled with your desire.

Around you, more hands grope at your swollen form, eager to feel their part in your continued inflation. Their touch only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through your body, making every thrust that much more intense and satisfying. As you're fucked harder and faster by this sea of furry limbs, you can feel yourself growing larger still, each breath that much more labored as your chest expands to accommodate the increased pressure inside

The furred man grins savagely and pulls out with a wet pop, his cock already twitching in anticipation of another go. He turns to face the growing crowd of eager onlookers and gives them a challenge: "Who's first? Who wants a piece of this?" The air is electric with lustful energy as they surge forward, each one determined to be the one to take you further than ever before.

Hands squeeze at your ass cheeks, your breasts and shoulders, every touch sending another wave of pleasure coursing through your inflated form. You feel stretched to the limits, but there's no end in sight as more and more cocks begin to press against you, seeking entry into your tight folds. Your voice becomes little more than a hoarse croak, barely audible over the cacophony of moans and grunts filling the club as everyone around you

The furred man grins savagely and pulls out with a wet pop, his cock already twitching in anticipation of another go. He turns to face the growing crowd of eager onlookers and gives them a challenge: "Who's first? Who wants a piece of this?" The air is electric with lustful energy as they surge forward, each one determined to be the one to take you further than ever before.

Hands squeeze at your ass cheeks, your breasts and shoulders, every touch sending another wave of pleasure coursing through your inflated form. You feel stretched to the limits, but there's no end in sight as more and more cocks begin to press against you, seeking entry into your tight folds. Your voice becomes little more than a hoarse croak, barely audible over the cacophony of moans and grunts filling the club as everyone around you

The crowd roars with laughter and encouragement as the words leave your lips. The golden furred man leans in close, his hot breath tickling your ear as he begins to speak slowly and deliberately. "You're right, sweetcheeks," he says with a sneer. "You are nothing but a pathetic fat slut, born only to service cocks like mine. And you better believe that every inch of you belongs to me now, for as long as I want it." He pauses for dramatic effect before adding, "So let's see how much more of my cum you can take, eh?"

With a growl, he pushes back into your aching entrance, claiming you once more with his thick length. His powerful thrusts rock your entire body as he begins to pump away at your inflated form, every stroke sending ripples of pleasure through you that threaten to reduce you to

The golden furred man leans in close, his hot breath tickling your ear as he begins to speak slowly and deliberately. "You're right, sweetcheeks," he says with a sneer. "You are nothing but a pathetic fat slut, born only to service cocks like mine." He pauses for dramatic effect before adding, "So let's see how much more of my cum you can take, eh?"

With a growl, he pushes back into your aching entrance, claiming you once more with his thick length. His powerful thrusts rock your entire body as he begins to pump away at your inflated form, every stroke sending ripples of pleasure through you that threaten to reduce you to nothing but mindless ecstasy. Your words come out in a garbled moan, barely audible over the sounds of grinding flesh and rapturous cheering that fill the

With each thrust, the golden furred man digs deeper into your already stretched folds, claiming more of your inflated flesh as his own personal plaything. His hands grip your swollen breasts tightly, squeezing and twisting them with a brutal sort of affection that sends shockwaves of pleasure racing through you. The crowd around you howls in approval, their encouragement only serving to fuel his lust as he fucks you harder and faster with every passing moment.

With one final powerful thrust, the furred man's cock buried to the hilt inside of you, and he lets out a groan of release that echoes through the club. His hot cum spills into your overfilled body, filling every crevice and stretching you even further than before as it rushes down your throat and back out again in a gushing torrent.

As his orgasm finally begins to subside, the golden furred man pulls out with a satisfied grunt, his cock still wet and glistening from your sweet release. The crowd jeers at him playfully, urging him on as they clamor for their turn to claim this inflated prize. Laughter and cheering fill the club once more, a cacophony of sound that seems to echo endlessly through the room, growing louder with every passing moment.

The golden furred man grins at you, his eyes filled with pride and possessiveness as he watches you lick up every drop of cum left on your lips. "That's my good girl," he says, giving you a satisfied pat on the head before stepping back to make way for the next in line.

The crowd cheers even louder now, their anticipation building as they watch you, their inflated prize, slowly but surely beginning to deflate from all the pleasure and release you've endured this night. The hands that grope at your body grow ever more insistent, eager to feel your softening flesh and claim any last remnants of air left inside before the night is through.

The crowd erupts with laughter and encouragement at your demand, clapping each other on the back in amusement as they watch you struggle to breathe beneath your now rapidly deflating form. "Three more it is!" shouts the bartender, signaling to another of their number who immediately steps forward with three freshly poured shots. The golden furred man looks at you fondly, a hint of sadness in his eyes as he realizes that tonight must come to an end eventually. But for now, he relishes every last moment he has left with his oversized plaything.

With a grin, he helps guide the shots to your lips, one by one, until all three are gone and you've gulped them down eagerly. Your body tingles pleasantly as they spread through you, filling the empty space left behind as your air finally begins to return.

The golden furred man chuckles, running his hands over your now suitably plump body as he awaits your full recovery. "There's no denying it, sweetcheeks," he says with a grin. "You were born to be fat and beautiful." He pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "And the best part is, you'll always be mine." His words send a shiver down your spine as his hands squeeze gently at your inflated folds, kneading them affectionately.

The crowd begins to disperse now that most everyone has had their turn, but they leave behind a trail of cheers and congratulations for the night's champion prize slut. The air grows quieter as the final stragglers file out the door, until at last you find yourself alone with your golden furred master once more. He leans in close, his lips

The golden furred man leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers sweet nothings into the air between you. "You did so well tonight, sweetcheeks," he purred, squeezing your plump bottom cheek affectionately. "I think it's only fair that I reward you for being such an excellent slut." His hand slides down your inflated body, coming to rest on the swollen mound between your legs.

With that, the golden furred man begins to stroke your already swollen folds, teasing and caressing them expertly as you lean into his touch with a moan of pleasure. "That's it," he murmurs, watching intently as his touch makes you even wetter. "So horny for my attention, aren't you?" He slips a finger inside you then, crooking it to find your sweet spot as he continues to play and tease.

Your hips buck up into him involuntarily, seeking more contact as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. "You want this," he whispers, kissing along your neck as his other hand cups one of your heavy breasts, squeezing gently before pinching the sensitive nipple between his fingers. Your whole body tenses in response, your need for release reaching a fever pitch as he finally slides another finger

The golden furred man's thrusts become rougher and more demanding as your cries of pleasure fill the room. Your body trembles under his touch, every muscle taut with desire as you feel the familiar spasms of release building deep within. With one final grunt, he slides his fingers free and replaces them with his cock, pressing forward until he's seated balls-deep inside your aching pussy.

"Mine," he growls possessively as you collapse back into his arms, limp with relief and satisfaction. The room is silent save for the sound of your labored breathing and the wet slaps of their flesh meeting in a rhythm that seems to echo through your entire being.

The golden furred man's thrusts become harder and faster as he takes what you so readily offer. His body shudders with the effort, muscles standing out on his arms and chest as he leans forward to bite and suck at your neck, groaning incoherently into your ear. The air around you feels electric, charged by the primal need coursing through both of your bodies, driving you ever closer to the edge.

With a final thrust that presses you against the wall, he comes inside you with a guttural cry, his hot seed filling and emptying your inflated folds as your body convulses around him in the most intense orgasm yet. Your voice is hoarse from screaming, your limbs trembling from exhaustion, but there's no denying that this feeling of completion, of being completely claimed by another, feels incredible. And as he collapses onto

The golden furred man's chest heaves as he lays sprawled across your body, panting heavily. His weight is heavy and comforting, his skin hot against yours as you both attempt to catch your breath. As the final echoes of pleasure fade away, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, smiling down at you with contentment. "There now," he murmurs. "You're all mine."

The air feels different now, more still and peaceful as the last vestiges of energy dissipate from the room. The sound of laughter and cheering drifts in through the open doors, mingling with the occasional dull thud of more inflated bodies colliding on the dance floor. But for you and your new master, this moment is perfect; a blissful silence filled with the knowledge that no one else exists but the two of you, and that for tonight at least

The golden furred man closes his eyes, content to rest against you for a moment longer. "Tonight," he whispers, his breath tickling your ear, "was perfect." He presses another kiss to your forehead before pushing himself up onto his elbow, studying you with a thoughtful gaze. "But we can't forget that there's always tomorrow night, and the next... Whenever we want to be together again, we know where to find each other."

His words send a thrill down your spine; the knowledge that this isn't just a fleeting moment of pleasure, but something deeper and more meaningful. As he starts to pull out, reluctant to leave you quite yet, you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, not wanting him to go either. But with one last tender smile, he presses into your palm and rolls off the bed, giving you one final