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In the dim light of his room, a burly, hairy man lies back, a thick tube inserted into a hole in his corset. He turns on the air pump, the machine whirring to life. He watches, entranced, as his belly grows, the air filling him, pushing against his skin. He grunts, the pressure intense, but he loves it. He's hard, his cock tenting his pants. He can't help but touch himself, stroking through the fabric as his belly grows and grows. He can feel it in his chest, his throat, his head. He's dizzy, high on the sensation. He turns off the pump, his belly huge, his body trembling with need. He unzips his pants, his cock springing free. He strokes it, fast and hard, his belly heaving with each breath. He comes with a roar, his body convulsing, his belly pulsing with each jet of cum.