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In a dimly lit room, a man is suspended, his arms and legs bound, leaving only his torso free. A nozzle is inserted into his navel, and the slow, steady inflation begins. His belly expands, the skin stretching taut, the navel becoming a perfect, puckered O. The air hisses in, his body quivering with each push, the rope around his genitals pulling tighter, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through him. He grunts, his body contorting, trying to accommodate the growing pressure. His belly button becomes a deep, cavernous well, and his belly, a ripe, ready fruit, ready to burst with its contents. The inflation continues, his body a canvas of stretched skin and tormented ecstasy.