Bigger and bigger, fuller and fuller, the [i]Fwsssh[/i] of those bellows just gets more and more strained as they fight to force the next puff into my muzzle, all too eager to keep trying to gulp that air down as the wonderful rumbles of music tantalize and tease so terribly~ I can't help but while and wriggle my helpless hooves, feeling the suit singing along in my head, just for that wonderful extra touch as I draw nearer and nearer to having enough pressure to pop~

The bellows keep on puffing air,
to sate that endless thirst!
And when that blimp is rumbled right,
It's sure that they will *burst!~***