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Contains partial body inflation","writing":"The sun was getting low as Leon neared the icecream truck. His shirt was damp with sweat, and clung to his chest uncomfortably. The young, brown alpaca stood in the waning summer heat, picking at the front of his shirt as he browsed the many colorful pictures. He didn't really know what he wanted, so he didn't linger too long on any specific picture. After a moment the window slid open, and the vendor leaned out.\n\nThe portly elephant wore a thin, dingy wife beater which looked as sticky as Leon's shirt. There was a hint of muscle under the thick arm he leaned on.\n\n\"It's getting pretty late, kid. I was just about to ship out.\"\n\nLeon stepped up to the window, close enough to smell what amounted to a day's worth of sweat. He wondered how bad it was for such a big guy to be cramped in such a small truck for so long.\n\n\"I won't take too long.\"\n\nHe decided that the man wasn't wearing pants in there. He didn't seem the type to suffer in sweaty pants all day. \n\n\"I'll have a popcicle.\"\n\nLeon wasn't thinking about popcicles. \n\n\"What kind?\"\n\nHe was thinking about a thick elephant sitting pantsless in a truck.\n\n\"Surprise me.\"\n\nThe elephant gave him a gloomy look, then retreated into the darkness. He reemerged and held out a red one. Leon loved cherry. He took a bite out of it and let the cool juice run down his tongue. The elephant just looked at him.\n\n\"That'll be a dollar, kid.\"\n\nLeon took another bite from the popsicle. \n\n\"Mmmh.\"\n\nHe looked the elephant in the eye.\n\n\"It's too bad I don't have any money...\"\n\nThe guy's face got even gloomier.\n\n\"Are you freaking kidding me?\"\n\nLeon flashed a smile as he swallowed the last of the frozen stuff. He tossed the stick aside. \n\n\"... but I'm sure we can work something out.\"\n\nThe elephant stared.\n\n\"Kid, you aren't nearly old enough to be pulling that shit.\"\n\nLeon shrugged.\n\n\"Seriously, I'm not going to pay you. Just let me in there so we can settle this.\"\n\nThe vendor's eyes were wandering now. The alpaca smiled again. The guy eyed him for a moment longer before responding.\n\n\"Is anybody looking?\"\n\nLeon looked around.\n\n\"I don't see nobody.\"\n\nThe elephant gestured towards the back of the truck.\n\n\"Hurry up, then.\"\n\nLeon started for the rear as he heard the window slide shut and curtains close behind it. As he opened the back door he realized two things. The first was that despite the many freezer units lining the side of the truck, the truck was uncomfortably warm. He could absolutely smell the big guy. The second (to his delight) was that, though his guess was wrong, he wasn't too far off. The elephant sat on a stool, his damp sleeveless shirt stretched atop an expansive gut. He wasn't wearing pants, but a relatively small pair of sweaty boxer shorts stuck to his thighs. \n\nLeon closed the door.\n\n\"That locked, kid?\"\n\nHe flipped the latch.\n\n\"Yep.\"\n\nHe turned around to catch the elephant eying him again.\n\n\"God, kid. I usually wouldn't do this kind of shit.\"\n\nHe walked forward, a hand running along the top of the many refrigerated containers. He stopped on the one holding popsicles, and smiled a little.\n\n\"Yeah. Whatever.\"\n\nHe opened the container, reaching for two of the red ones. The vendor gave him a look. His smile grew wider.\n\n\"Don't worry. I'm sure I can earn two more.\"\n\nHe unwrapped the frozen things, then carefully pulled out the sticks and tossed them to the floor. Kneeling, he placed one in his muzzle, moving it to one side with his tongue. After placing the second in the opposite side of his mouth, he reached forward, careful not to swallow them. He nudged the elephant's belly upward, then unbuttoned his tight boxers. He traced one hand along the top seam, following it along to where the shorts rode low on a pudgy love handle. The other hand reached into the man's boxers, freeing his slick, stiffening prize: it was massive. \n\nThe orbs were decently grapefruit-sized. He pulled his hand from the elephant's side and gently squeezed one.\n\n\"Oh....\"\n\nLarge hands came to rest on his head, fingers tangling in his hair. Mouth open wide, he pulled the partially limp cock toward him and set it on his tongue. He sighed to himself. The man's salty sweat mingled favorably with the taste of cherry. The elephant gasped at the touch of the cool popsicles: it contrasted harshly against the insufferable heat. The fingers untangled from his hair, and the hands slid down to gently grip his face. They pulled him forward, and the cock, now fully erect, slid to the back of his mouth and farther down his throat. \n\nHe struggled for breath as the man pulled him down the lengthy shaft. He adapted quickly, though, and when his nose finally pressed into the man's damp underbelly, he took a deep breath. The elephant's dank musk was heavy and nearly overpowered his senses. He let out his breath and breathed in deeper. His saliva, red with the melting treats, flowed from his muzzle and steadily soaked the boxers in front of him. \n\nThe elephant groaned as he slowly pushed the boy's face back, running his shaft down the cool, sticky tongue. When only a few inches were left in the alpaca's mouth, he began pulling the boy's face forward again. He almost couldn't stand the cold of the popsicles. He pulled the boy's face forward until it was buried in his crotch, and grinned as he felt that tongue sliding down his balls. He couldn't keep his cock still for long, though - the stuff was cold as hell on his sensitive flesh. \n\nHe pushed the boy forward one more time, and as he buried the face in his crotch again he realized just how close he was getting - it had been a seriously long time. \n\nLeon inhaled the elephant's musk again, nearly drunk on the stuff. His mouth was infused with the taste of the man, diluted as it was with cherry. He barely noticed the elephant's posture change as he leaned forward off of the stool, the large belly pressed against his forehead. The hands gripped his face tighter. The cock retreated from his mouth, but the elephant wasn't moving his face any more. The hands held him in place and, once the cock had retreated a few inches, the elephant tensed his muscles and gave a powerful thrust. The previously steady pace quickened as the elephant insistently fucked his face. \n\nThe thrusts grew faster until the thick, pudgy vendor's balls slapped an audible rhythm against Leon's chin. The elephant gave one final shove as his cock began to twitch, thick ropes of viscous cum erupting down the alpaca's throat. Leon closed his eyes, content: the popsicles had all but melted, and the taste of the sticky, pulsing cock finally dominated. A few moments later he opened his eyes again. He was already feeling full, even uncomfortable, and the elephant was still twitching. His eyes widened, hands clenched on the vendor's thighs as he felt his belly start to stretch.\n\nThe vendor sighed. The boy was grunting into his crotch now as his expanding gut touched down on the floor. He gave short, sporadic thrusts as he filled the kid up, holding the head tightly against him. The grunts quieted down as the boy's rear slowly lifted upward, cushioned by his already massive belly. \n\nWithin moments Leon rested completely on his gut, his chest and neck starting to bloat. His gut grew sideways until it met the rows of freezer units on each side and then, impeded, started filling upward instead. As it continued to swell, his chest took on the curve of his belly and grew forwards toward the elephant's feet. He felt the bottom of his belly stretch back and press against the door of the truck. His sides ballooned upward and curved over the lids of the freezers, but didn't overtake his back. He felt his chest bump against the elephant's legs. \n\nThe vendor finally pulled out, a gratuitous amount of cum splattering his feet before the boy closed his mouth. The kid was literally laying on his belly. His face was level with the elephant's crotch, his mattress of a belly spreading up around him but not quite swallowing the rest of his body. His chest ballooned past his swollen neck and came to a rest under his chin, curving down to rest on the elephant's toes. His cheeks were convex, his mouth undoubtedly filled with cum.\n\n\"Geez, kid.\"\n\nThe elephant was grinning widely.\n\n\"That was the best fucking...\"\n\nThe kid was staring at him: he even opened his mouth to protest, but only managed a gurgle. Even more cum splattered his chest and ran to the floor. \n\n\"What?\"\n\nWith an annoyed look (and a bit of difficulty), he reached forward, grabbed the limp cock, and put it back in his mouth.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"The sun was getting low as Leon neared the icecream truck. His shirt was damp with sweat, and clung to his chest uncomfortably. The young, brown alpaca stood in the waning summer heat, picking at the front of his shirt as he browsed the many colorful pictures. He didn't really know what he wanted, so he didn't linger too long on any specific picture. After a moment the window slid open, and the vendor leaned out.

The portly elephant wore a thin, dingy wife beater which looked as sticky as Leon's shirt. There was a hint of muscle under the thick arm he leaned on.

"It's getting pretty late, kid. I was just about to ship out."

Leon stepped up to the window, close enough to smell what amounted to a day's worth of sweat. He wondered how bad it was for such a big guy to be cramped in such a small truck for so long.

"I won't take too long."

He decided that the man wasn't wearing pants in there. He didn't seem the type to suffer in sweaty pants all day.

"I'll have a popcicle."

Leon wasn't thinking about popcicles.

"What kind?"

He was thinking about a thick elephant sitting pantsless in a truck.

"Surprise me."

The elephant gave him a gloomy look, then retreated into the darkness. He reemerged and held out a red one. Leon loved cherry. He took a bite out of it and let the cool juice run down his tongue. The elephant just looked at him.

"That'll be a dollar, kid."

Leon took another bite from the popsicle.

"Mmmh."

He looked the elephant in the eye.

"It's too bad I don't have any money..."

The guy's face got even gloomier.

"Are you freaking kidding me?"

Leon flashed a smile as he swallowed the last of the frozen stuff. He tossed the stick aside.

"... but I'm sure we can work something out."

The elephant stared.

"Kid, you aren't nearly old enough to be pulling that shit."

Leon shrugged.

"Seriously, I'm not going to pay you. Just let me in there so we can settle this."

The vendor's eyes were wandering now. The alpaca smiled again. The guy eyed him for a moment longer before responding.

"Is anybody looking?"

Leon looked around.

"I don't see nobody."

The elephant gestured towards the back of the truck.

"Hurry up, then."

Leon started for the rear as he heard the window slide shut and curtains close behind it. As he opened the back door he realized two things. The first was that despite the many freezer units lining the side of the truck, the truck was uncomfortably warm. He could absolutely smell the big guy. The second (to his delight) was that, though his guess was wrong, he wasn't too far off. The elephant sat on a stool, his damp sleeveless shirt stretched atop an expansive gut. He wasn't wearing pants, but a relatively small pair of sweaty boxer shorts stuck  to his thighs.

Leon closed the door.

"That locked, kid?"

He flipped the latch.

"Yep."

He turned around to catch the elephant eying him again.

"God, kid. I usually wouldn't do this kind of shit."

He walked forward, a hand running along the top of the many refrigerated containers. He stopped on the one holding popsicles, and smiled a little.

"Yeah. Whatever."

He opened the container, reaching for two of the red ones. The vendor gave him a look. His smile grew wider.

"Don't worry. I'm sure I can earn two more."

He unwrapped the frozen things, then carefully pulled out the sticks and tossed them to the floor. Kneeling, he placed one in his muzzle, moving it to one side with his tongue. After placing the second in the opposite side of his mouth, he reached forward, careful not to swallow them. He nudged the elephant's belly upward, then unbuttoned his tight boxers. He traced one hand along the top seam, following it along to where the shorts rode low on a pudgy love handle. The other hand reached into the man's boxers, freeing his slick, stiffening prize: it was massive.  

The orbs were decently grapefruit-sized. He pulled his hand from the elephant's side and gently squeezed one.

"Oh...."

Large hands came to rest on his head, fingers tangling in his hair. Mouth open wide, he pulled the partially limp cock toward him and set it on his tongue. He sighed to himself. The man's salty sweat mingled favorably with the taste of cherry. The elephant gasped at the touch of the cool popsicles: it contrasted harshly against the insufferable heat. The fingers untangled from his hair, and the hands slid down to gently grip his face. They pulled him forward, and the cock, now fully erect, slid to the back of his mouth and farther down his throat.

He struggled for breath as the man pulled him down the lengthy shaft. He adapted quickly, though, and when his nose finally pressed into the man's damp underbelly, he took a deep breath. The elephant's dank musk was heavy and nearly overpowered his senses. He let out his breath and breathed in deeper. His saliva, red with the melting treats, flowed from his muzzle and steadily soaked the boxers in front of him.

The elephant groaned as he slowly pushed the boy's face back, running his shaft down the cool, sticky tongue. When only a few inches were left in the alpaca's mouth, he began pulling the boy's face forward again. He almost couldn't stand the cold of the popsicles. He pulled the boy's face forward until it was buried in his crotch, and grinned as he felt that tongue sliding down his balls. He couldn't keep his cock still for long, though - the stuff was cold as hell on his sensitive flesh.

He pushed the boy forward one more time, and as he buried the face in his crotch again he realized just how close he was getting - it had been a seriously long time.

Leon inhaled the elephant's musk again, nearly drunk on the stuff. His mouth was infused with the taste of the man, diluted as it was with cherry. He barely noticed the elephant's posture change as he leaned forward off of the stool, the large belly pressed against his forehead. The hands gripped his face tighter. The cock retreated from his mouth, but the elephant wasn't moving his face any more. The hands held him in place and, once the cock had retreated a few inches, the elephant tensed his muscles and gave a powerful thrust. The previously steady pace quickened as the elephant insistently fucked his face.

The thrusts grew faster until the thick, pudgy vendor's balls slapped an audible rhythm against Leon's chin. The elephant gave one final shove as his cock began to twitch, thick ropes of viscous cum erupting down the alpaca's throat. Leon closed his eyes, content: the popsicles had all but melted, and the taste of the sticky, pulsing cock finally dominated. A few moments later he opened his eyes again. He was already feeling full, even uncomfortable, and the elephant was still twitching. His eyes widened, hands clenched on the vendor's thighs as he felt his belly start to stretch.

The vendor sighed. The boy was grunting into his crotch now as his expanding gut touched down on the floor. He gave short, sporadic thrusts as he filled the kid up, holding the head tightly against him. The grunts quieted down as the boy's rear slowly lifted upward, cushioned by his already massive belly.

Within moments Leon rested completely on his gut, his chest and neck starting to bloat. His gut grew sideways until it met the rows of freezer units on each side and then, impeded, started filling upward instead. As it continued to swell, his chest took on the curve of his belly and grew forwards toward the elephant's feet. He felt the bottom of his belly stretch back and press against the door of the truck. His sides ballooned upward and curved over the lids of the freezers, but didn't overtake his back. He felt his chest bump against the elephant's legs.

The vendor finally pulled out, a gratuitous amount of cum splattering his feet before the boy closed his mouth. The kid was literally laying on his belly. His face was level with the elephant's crotch, his mattress of a belly spreading up around him but not quite swallowing the rest of his body. His chest ballooned past his swollen neck and came to a rest under his chin, curving down to rest on the elephant's toes. His cheeks were convex, his mouth undoubtedly filled with cum.

"Geez, kid."

The elephant was grinning widely.

"That was the best fucking..."

The kid was staring at him: he even opened his mouth to protest, but only managed a gurgle. Even more cum splattered his chest and ran to the floor.

"What?"

With an annoyed look (and a bit of difficulty), he reached forward, grabbed the limp cock, and put it back in his mouth.","pools_count":0,"title":"Cherry Popsicles","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"text/plain","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"t","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"5","views":"1070","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}