"STRAAAAP..."  Ops... that was your favorite shirt!  I'm sorry, but I'm doing everything I can to make you fat, but apparently the caloric and delicious food I make you every day is not enough: you're still skin and bones. So I have to do it the hard way. Blow you out of proportion with my faithful pump.  Don't worry about the torn shirt... when I finish inflating you, you'll need a new wardrobe directly.  I find that with your new shape, it is appropriate to move you by rolling you gently across the floor, to our bed. You make a very funny noise as I move you... you are my giant perfect balloon now!