Pressure and Pleasure

Lib. note: characters of this story are protogens.

Ivan was sitting at his desk with his head down after falling asleep during a session of tinkering when the doorbell rang, the sound drilling into his skull as he rose from his rude awakening. He slowly sat up as he managed to shake the groggy feeling lingering in his brain and focus his vision so he could see his surroundings as more than a blindingly bright blur. Once he could actually see, he checked the time on his heads-up display, only to realize it was almost midnight. His frustration at the unknown person at the door faded when he remembered why anyone would be bothering him at such an ungodly hour. He was - in a way - expecting someone. He checked the front door after waking himself up fully by chugging a can of Monster, and confirmed his suspicions as to the cause of his awakening. A package about the size of a bedside table sat on his front step, addressed to him from some parts company.

After slowly dragging the heavy box inside, he carefully cut the tape sealing the cardboard container and opened it, revealing a large rubber hose on top of something concealed by layers of foam and bubble wrap. He removed the layers of packaging and took out what he had been waiting for for the last few weeks. It was an electric multiphase pump, capable of transferring both liquids and gasses. With this he could finally complete a project he had spent months slaving away on, a machine capable of reading biological material and replicating it as an identical sentient creature. In other words, it was a cloning machine.

Ivan wasted no time in connecting the pump to the rest of his machine - one end going to a large tank, and the other end going to a tube that split off into a bunch of other tanks with electronically controlled valves. The machine essentially acted like a 3D printer; once it had a genetic file to copy it would read the DNA like code, printing a skeleton as a base and adding nerves, muscles, organs, and eventually flesh and fur over it with material from the multiple tanks. If it worked, this would result in an identical copy to whoever the genetic code was sourced from, including a copy of their memories. This technology could be a medical and technological breakthrough if it was functional, allowing people to create organs for transplants, copy memories for evidence in investigations, and effectively resurrect the dead.

There was a good possibility that wouldn't happen and the machine would somehow fail, but Ivan did the math countless times and was willing to take that chance. He grabbed a syringe from his desk and winced as he stuck it into his arm and drew blood from it, before injecting the blood into a small container connected to a computer; which was responsible for translating the DNA into something the machine could read and copy from. He watched as the machine whirred to life and various lights strewn about it came on, signaling that it was ready to start. As the machine began printing the base of a clone, Ivan decided it would be best to find something to do while it worked rather than just sit and watch it, and promptly went to his bedroom so he could rest.

A good 10 hours went by, and once again Ivan was woken up by a loud noise. This time he got up immediately, as he knew the sound came from the machine he had left running overnight, signaling it was done. He left his room and went to go check his machine, eager to see if it had successfully made its first clone, however when he entered his workshop and opened the large tank the machine should've cloned him in, he found it empty. Ivan searched around the machine, wondering if something went wrong, but when he checked the tanks containing the various cloning materials, they were all nearly empty. The machine had printed something, but now it was gone.

Ivan began to pace back and forth, worried about the possibilities of what could have happened. What if the machine created some unholy nightmare creature that managed to escape? What if the clone was hiding and waiting to strike, aiming to take his place in the world?? These thoughts ran through his mind for a while until he heard a voice that stopped him dead in his tracks. It was his voice.

(Standard speech is Ivan, italics speech is the clone)

"Something wrong?" The voice came from a figure standing in the doorway of his shop, obscured by the darkness of the room. He stepped forward and revealed himself to Ivan, leaving him speechless by what he saw. In front of him stood an exact copy of himself, proving that his creation worked and that he had made a breakthrough in most forms of science. Well, he was almost perfect. The clones visor and various lights had more of a bluish tone as opposed to Ivan's orange, but he didn't really mind. In all honesty, he liked that this new copy of him looked slightly different, after all it would make telling them apart much easier.

"Awh, cat got your tounge?" Already this new Ivan seemed to have a much more flirtatious personality, although it was too soon to tell whether it was a permanent alteration or if he was just acting like that. Ivan's cloning device had never been tested before, so anything was plausible "I- Uhh- I'm-" The original Ivan tried to form a response, but he was still dumbstruck by the fact that all his work actually payed off, and he wasn't sending himself on another snipe hunt with his engineering.

"Don't bother, you don't have to tell me~" This new Ivan was DEFINITELY more of a flirt, and he slowly approached the original with an almost sinister look in his eye. "You made me because you want someone to fulfill all your dirty little desires for you, but you don't want anyone to know about them~" The blue Ivan spoke in a much softer tone, almost like he was trying to sound... feminine? He ran his hand along the orange Ivan's chin, and booped his nose when he reached the end.

"I-I umm... W-Why are you so-" The original Ivan was almost immediately cut off by his clone, not wanting him to waste his breath. "...So cute? Well I'm you after all, so I guess that makes you a cutie too~♡" The doppelganger ran his hand along the top of Ivan's head, and it eventually came to rest on the back of his neck. "Th-That's not what I was g-gonna say bu-"

Ivan was again cut off by his clone, but not by words. The blue Ivan had brought their visors together and gave the original a long kiss on the mouth, causing him to blush enough for the orange glow of his cheeks to almost illuminate the room a bit. "Mmmhh~ I-I don't even remember w-what I was gonna say." Ivan looked down a bit in embarrassment. Why did he seem to enjoy this? I mean it wasn't like he just kissed someone else, it was literally himself! Either way the blue lookalike didn't seem to care, as he continued his advances.

"Good boy. Don't worry about all that thinking stuff, for now just relax and enjoy yourself~" The blue Ivan gave his creator another kiss, and ran his other hand up his thigh. This clone knew exactly what to say to make him loosen up, and probably knew exactly what he liked. Ivan wasn't sure whether or not this worried or aroused him, but for now it didn't matter as he put his hand on the back of the clones head, rubbing his ear slightly.

"Mmmmh~ what a good kisser you are~♡" The clone played with Ivan's ear a bit as he stared deeply into his eyes. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're enjoying this~" The blue Ivan ran his hand up the original's thigh a bit, and lightly squeezed his rear. The sudden feeling of his ass being groped made Ivan let out a quiet moan, to which the doppelganger softly chuckled. "Now I KNOW you're enjoying it. How about we make this even better~?"

The clone led Ivan to his room, and layed him down in his bed. Then he searched through his bedside table - which he had no problem finding the false bottom to - and took out one of the things Ivan hid inside. A pair of handcuffs. The blue Ivan put the cuffs around his creator's wrists, and looped them around part of the bed so Ivan's hands were bound above his head. "Ahh~ S-So, what should I call you? I mean I th-think it'd be weird calling you I-Ivan." The clone thought for a minute as Ivan lied helpless on the bed, his face almost illuminating the whole thing from how hard he was blushing. "Hmm... You can call me Avon sweetie~" Avon put the key to the cuffs out of reach, and gave Ivan a kiss on the forehead. "I'll be right back cutie, don't go anywhere~♡"

Ivan squirmed a bit to try and get free of the cuffs, but it was no use, they were tight around his wrist and wouldn't open without the key. After a few minutes Avon returned, with the multiphase pump and included hose in tow. "I'm surprised you haven't tried this sooner, considering how much you think about it~" Avon connected the pump to a wall outlet, and started walking towards Ivan with the hose in his hand.

Ivan started squirming on the bed in an attempt to get free, as he had a feeling he knew what was coming next. "Awh, what's wrong? I thought this was one of your favorite kinks~" Avon continued to approach the bed with the hose, and Ivan started to sober up from his arousal. This was crazy, was the clone actually gonna do what he thought he was gonna do? "Oh, alright. I suppose I can go easy on you first~♡" Avon put the hose down on the floor and ran his hand down Ivan's chest. "Th-Thank you."

A feeling of relief washed over Ivan, followed by another rush of nervous pleasure as Avons hand started going down past his stomach, eventually burying itself in the fur of Ivan's groin. That was enough to push Ivan over the edge, and the tip of his cock started to peek out of his fur, growing more as Avon continued to explore Ivan's lower half with his hands. "Mmmhhh~♡ there it is~" Avon climbed onto the bed and positioned himself above Ivan's legs, before sitting on his knees with his legs spread. Now Ivan was fully immobile, but the more Avon played with him the less he wanted to try and escape.

"A-Ahh~♡" Ivan let out a moan as Avon continued rubbing his hand along his junk, and by now he was fully hard and ready to let Avon have his way with him. "Such a good boy~ mmmmhh~ and so big too~♡" Ivan's parts weren't really that much to brag about, but Avon was trying to flatter his new toy as much as possible. Ivan continued to let out soft moans and eventually Avon layed down next to him as he played with his crotch, before lightly biting his ear. "Ohh!~♡" Ivan moaned louder as Avon got all his sweet spots, now completely enjoying himself without a care for anything else.

Ivan's cock was about throbbing now, and every soft movement of Avon's hand on his junk brought him closer and closer to climax. Even Avon seemed to be enjoying himself, as his cock was now peeking through his soft fur. "Ahh~ such a well behaved toy~♡" Every word out of Avon's mouth was exactly the right one, and every time Ivan heard his silky voice it brought him even closer to cumming. He was moaning loudly now, and as he started squirming again Avon new he was about to go right over the edge.

"Awh, I hope you didn't think I was just gonna let you cum~ after all I did offer to wait on the hose~♡" Ivan's eyes rolled back as Avon stopped moving his hand right before he came. "Gahhh!~♡ G-Give me the hose~~" Avon seemed surprised by his change of heart, and got off Ivan to grab the hose. "If you say so cutie~ But you better not even think of trying to take it out, cuz this is gonna be a one way trip~♡" Avon grabbed the key to Ivan's cuffs and freed his hands, before grabbing his legs to spread them and put the hose in.

Ivan shuddered as he felt the cold metal end of the hose enter his rear, and continued to moan as Avon put it further and further in, making sure it won't come out on its own. After what felt like ages, Avon walked over to the pump, and put his finger on the switch, ready to turn it on. "Ready hun?~" Avon already knew what the answer was, but he wanted to tease his toy just a little bit more before they had some real fun. "Ahh~ Yes!~♡" Ivan watched in anticipation as Avon turned the pump on, and even before he felt the air he let out a loud moan that even the neighbors could probably hear. "GAHHH!~♡♡"

As the pump whirred to life, Ivan watched in awe as his stomach started to grow from the air rushing into him. Within seconds it looked like he had swallowed a watermelon whole, and Ivan continued moaning as his midsection got bigger and bigger. "Looks like my balloon is enjoying this as much as I am~♡" Avon walked back over to the bed, where Ivan was grabbing his now beach ball sized stomach. "I wonder what'll blow first, you or your gut~♡"

Ivan tried to reach his crotch, but his stomach made it impossible to reach his shaft, which was now also swelling from the air invading his insides. Even if he couldn't touch himself, the building pressure in his body and the creaking sounds from his gut stretching thin were giving him more pleasure then he could take, as he moaned uncontrollably over the whirring of the pump and the sounds of his protesting body stretching further and further.

Eventually he felt himself being lifted above the bed, as his bloated body took on more of a round shape. Neither his arms or his legs could reach the bed, and he was almost twice it's width. "Mmmm~♡ You're getting so big, I can't wait to see you go past your limit~♡♡" Avon started rubbing Ivan's growing parts, and just that was enough for him to reach climax, cumming on both the ceiling and Avon himself. "Naughty boy, look at what a mess you made~" Avon walked back over to the pump, and turned it to an even higher setting, making Ivan swell at an even faster rate.

By this point Ivan could barely move his limbs, as the air was finding more places to fill and turned them into round nubs on the sphere that was his massive form. He got big enough for his face to illuminate the ceiling, and some of the light even shined through his gut from his skin thinning out. He felt the pressure build and build as he got bigger and bigger, and soon his moans became muffled as his head sunk into his stretched thin body, as well as his limbs. Now, he was almost a perfect sphere, except for the divots that were his head and limbs, and the two extrusions that were his privates and his also bloated tail. Every second that went by felt like an eternity as the pleasure got more and more overwhelming, but Ivan never wanted it to end. Avon climbed onto the bed and stood up to reach Ivan's head, before giving him yet another long kiss on the forehead, causing Ivan's eyes to roll back.

By now if his head wasn't so sunken in to stop him from looking any direction other than straight up, Ivan could see that not only was his body touching the ceiling, but he could see the ceiling through it from how transparent his skin got as it thinned out from the unyielding assault of air. The feeling was intoxicating, but it was clear Ivan was starting to approach his limit. He tried to speak, but his head was so consumed by the rest of his strained body that it completely covered his mouth, and all that came out were incomprehensibly muffled words between moans of pure ecstasy.

"Awh, what's wrong? Do you want me to stop the pump?~" Ivan maintained just enough movement in his head that Avon was able to make out a nod from the rest of Ivan's pleasured writhing. "Sorry hun, but I'm having way too much fun with my big balloon to not watch it burst~♡ although a break might be fun~" Avon approached the pump and flicked it off, ending the onslaught of air into Ivan's fragile body. He felt like he could burst at any moment, even without the air continuing to expand his form that should've gave long ago. Avon stood and admired his somewhat transparent ball of fur and arousal, which was now taking up most of the room, giving him little area to stand.

"Oh my, I can't believe how big you got. We're almost out of room~" Avon couldn't help but touch himself a bit, as he was enjoying this far more than he thought he would. He disconnected the hose and let the built air out of the pump, before reconnecting it. This would let him turn the pump back on and give him a bit of time to play with his balloon before the pressure made it continue to expand. He turned the pump on and ran over to his plaything before he started growing again, and wedged his hand deep enough into the divot that was Ivan's head to tilt it back, Letting Ivan see him one more time before their fun ended with a bang. "Mhhhh~♡ Ahhh~♡ Hnnngg~♡" At this point Ivan was so overwhelmed by lust that he couldn't even speak, and he watched upside-down as Avon played with himself.

"Ahh~ I can't imagine how good you must feel. I bet you're in heaven right now, your mind so clouded by ecstasy that you couldn't form a thought if you tried~♡" Avon's cock started to twitch as his knees slightly buckled, signaling he was about to cum. He continued to touch himself until he eventually climaxed, releasing his warm cum all over Ivan's face. "Ohh!~♡♡ I love you~♡" Avon gave Ivan one last kiss on the lips, smearing the bodily fluids on both Ivan's visor and his own, causing Ivan to orgasm a second time.

Now the pump had built up air, and the increase of both pressure and pleasure resumed. A moment later Avon became pinned to the wall by Ivan's endlessly growing body, his taut skin feeling like clear latex coated in warm sticky fur. This marked the point of no return, as now even though he could see it through Ivan's stretched hide, Avon wouldn't be able to reach the pump to turn it off, or Ivan's backside to remove the hose. Avon didn't care, as Ivan's tightening skin both mentally and literally suffocated him. Together Ivan and Avon's cheeks were glowing bright enough to illuminate the entire room, which was now completely full of Ivan.

He couldn't grow anymore as the room now fully contained him, but Ivan still felt the pressure build as more and more air rushed into his body which had nowhere else to expand. This was it. Soon Ivan's massively bloated form would give, and not even Avon was in control to stop it. Now if someone were to open the door, it would take them a second to even realize it was completely full from how thin Ivan's hide had gotten, and the sound of the pump became strained as it tried to force air into space that was no longer there.

Ivan's skin was now pressing against Avon so tightly that it no longer allowed air to reach his lungs. Avon moaned as he became lightheaded from the lack of air caused by Ivan's soft fur and capacious skin, and eventually they both orgasmed as Avon was rendered unconscious and Ivan's body couldn't take anymore, finally exceeding its limits.

With a deafening bang, Ivan's skin bursted as the air became too much to hold. A few hours later, Ivan woke up to a room that had been covered in some places by his bodily fluids, and in others by bits of tattered skin. "Hey, you finally woke up!" Avon spoke softly as he entered the room.

"I hope you don't mind, but I tinkered with your machine a bit. Now it should work as intended - aside from a delayed awakening of the clone." Avon approached the bed, and sat on the edge of it. "Although I'm guessing you figured that much, considering you're not blue?" With that, Ivan knew exactly what happened.

After he popped and Avon regained consciousness, he was cloned with the machine and put in the original's place, making it seem as if he awoke unharmed. "Well, it looks like you have quite a bit of cleaning to do. I'll let you get to it." Avon gave Ivan a kiss on the cheek before making his way to the front door. "See you around, cutie~♡"

With that Avon left the house, to go and seamlessly integrate himself into society. As he grabbed the door, he stuck a note to it with a phone number, so Ivan could call him when he was needed again...