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In the dim light of his workshop, a man, his body a testament to hours spent outdoors, begins his private ritual. He selects a bike pump, the metal cold and unyielding in his grip. Kneeling, he presses the nozzle to his abdomen, just below his navel. The air rushes in, his belly swelling, the sensation intense and intimate. He pumps more, his stomach becoming a tight, round globe, the skin taut and shiny. He pauses, feeling the fullness, the pressure, before resuming, his breath ragged, his cock throbbing. He stops, admiring his reflection, the contrast of his hard, pumped belly with his otherwise lean body. He releases the air, his belly deflating, leaving him satisfied but already craving his next inflation.