Blob overboard!

"Ugg..." you groan as your bloated belly balloons meteres higher.

"Seems like you could use some fresh air!" Hex exclaims as he clamps some sort of hose to your fleshy muzzle.

"Whad ur you dobing?!?" you exclaim as some stale air rushes into your mouth, causing your cheeks to puff out.

"Just shaving a couple pounds off!" he chuckles. He's right! Your beach ball belly soon becomes a blimpy mass of flesh and air, and you're not feeling very well after about 5 minutes.

You try to burp it out, "Urp!" No good, something odd is keeping it in there. It feels like your stomach has had an entire hot air balloon race stuffed in it, and it seems there were a couple of late entries.

"Bring him up to the deck." Hex spoke into some sort of communicator, and with that, the floor began to rise to the upper deck.

"Maybe I could swim to shore?" you thought as the floor came to a halt. And with that, you had your plan. You began sucking on the air in the hose as hard as you could, your stomach blimping to the size of an SUV.

"Strap him down!" Hex eclaimed, but by then, it was too late. You began to sway back and forth on the deck, and managed to roll overboard, taking the strange air tank with you. "NOOOO!" Hex cried as you hit the water. Well now your bobbing in the water, still inflating, and Hex is getting a team ready to retrive you. Now what?

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