The back of the inflatable carrier was filled with the errant sounds of squeaks, as something quite large and airfilled rubbed and squeezed in against it’s rubbery interior. Along with that came a gentle, slow puffing, each one accompanied by a series of squeaks and gentle rubs, the pegasus nearly totally pinned inside by the ballooned Cellist’s belly. Pushing one last puff into her, he moved himself back slightly, just far enough to break the kiss – which turned out to be just about as far as he actually could move now, regardless. “Heh… I… I kinda feel your belly on all sides now. Think that’s all I can give…”

The cellist buried her chin into her puffed-out chest, a gentle sigh escaping her as a smile held on her lips. She nuzzled her puffy form for a moment, before looking back up at the pegasus. “Mmm, I’d say you’ve done a wonderful enough job as it is… I’ve never had the pleasure of becoming so puffy inside a… bounce house, before.” She wriggled herself slightly, feeling the rubber pressing in on all sides. “Eheh, or whatever this odd room is.”

The pegasus loosed a small chuckle, a weak grin forming on his lips. “It’s, uh, actually an inflatable mobile carrier. Was driving it around when I ran into you on the road, figured it’d be more comfortable than puffing you back into shape out in the cold. I-I did get your things, though, they’re just… over by the driving position. Which I can’t really reach now. Eheh.”

The mare joined him in a soft chuckle, feeling his forehooves squishing into her belly and trying to push it out of the way. For as soft as it was, it wasn’t giving him much purchase to move about – he certainly did seem to be quite stuck in now. Well, not like she wasn’t expecting this to happen… and such a gentlestallion to gather up her things as well. Perhaps she could ask him if he’d help take her where she needed to go, after deflating enough to actually move first, anyways… “Mm, well, I’m sorry to have inconvenienced you in such a manner, especially with the current predicament. I do hope it wouldn’t be presumptuous of me to ask if you’d be willing to help me finish the errands I was running, would imagine I’m a bit behind now… still haven’t a clue where precisely Vinyl gets her sugar from. You’re from around this area, right? Do you happen to know where, um… Minty Candy, I think, lives?”

A soft chuckle escaped the pegasus’ lips as he resigned himself to his squished state, a grin on his muzzle. So that’s why she was trotting around this area… “Would certainly hope so, considering I live with him. I’d be more than glad to help you with getting there… soon as I can get to the controls again, anyhow.”

They both shared in a small chuckle, the vehicle around them creaking softly as the mare shifted about inside. Well, of all the ponies she could’ve been rescued by, she certainly was lucky to encounter him, in that case… Hm… “Ahm, you know, I don’t believe we’d actually been properly introduced. My name is Octavia Melody, I’m a cellist… usually when I’m less puffy than this, eheh.”

The pegasus passed on a gentle nod, as best as he could with his head squished between the inflated partition and Octavia’s own swollen stomach. “Twintails. I’m a bit of an inventor… usually of things that get ponies all puffy, as a matter of fact. Even helped Minty with making that sugar you’re looking for.” A soft chuckle left his lips as he saw the cellist’s eyes open a bit in gentle surprise, as he readjusted his hooves some. “Ehm… you know, if you wanted, you could come inside our home for a bit, warm up, get deflated and all. I can… check if we’ve got tea. Hopefully.”

The cellist let off a gentle giggle, her swollen form squeaking lightly. “Certainly, I’d love to.”