I decided to quickly write up a balloonie tf story for Halloween. Glad I finished in time!
Treated to a Trick by SqueakyTails

You smile as the sun just kisses the horizon among a conflagration of colorful fall leaves. Tonight is Halloween, one of your favorite holidays, when you get to dress up as a Pokémon, party with friends, and watch scary movies. Fletchlings chirp outside of your window, probably discussing why a human would suddenly become an Umbreon. Stripping down to your undergarments, you placed one foot before the other into the paws of your suit. You reached down and pushed your hands into the arms of your suit, standing to hide the human beneath with the visage of a bipedal Umbreon. You look at yourself in the mirror, laughing softly at the absurdity of an Umbreon with a human head. You correct that mistake by fitting the head of a smiling fabric Umbreon over your own. Sizing up the Umbreon in the mirror, you wonder for just a moment if it could be reality. The fantasy certainly intrigues you, but it was only that- a fantasy.

You meet up with buddies at a friend’s house. Some of them are either too embarrassed or simply not interested enough to wear a costume, but the rest are dressed up in all manner of costumes. There are zombies, ghosts, Gym leaders, and more than a few Pokémon. A good friend of yours in a cute Eevee-girl costume walks up to you and jokingly declares that you are her long-lost parent. The two of you laugh before you split up to socialize. Soon everyone begins calling you “Umbreon” from your excellent costume. You are quite proud of it, having spent countless hours designing and sewing.

Eventually someone decides that they should all go trick-or-treating, just for old-time’s sake. A few voice that they were getting too old to go door to door demanding candy, but your Eevee friend mentions that her parents, at least, were fine with teens asking for candy so long as they were dressed up. Soon everyone conceded and began breaking up into groups of three.

Hoothoots quaver in the night air and Zubats cry out in their harsh tones as you and your friends go door to door trick-or-treating. True to her word, many adults smile at the unique and detailed costumes your friends and yourself spent many a sleepless night creating, rewarding your hard work with a handful of candy. Soon the grocery bag you appropriated from your friend’s home grew heavy under its load of sugary goodness.

“Why don’t we take that path?” you ask, pointing out a forked dirt road lined with trees with your flashlight.

“Nobody lives there,” a tall, plush Sandslash replies. He had probably the best costume of any of you, with sharp purple eyes framing a perfectly proportioned and detailed head in front of rows of individually filled spikes. That head turned to look at you as he continued, “I mean, do you see any houses?”

“No,” you admit. “But there could be some people further down. Besides, we’ve hit every other house on this block; why don’t we give it a shot?”

Your Sandslash friend hums as he considers your reasoning. “How about we scout it out and text each other if we find anything? I’ll take this road with Ms. Eevee here,” he gestures with a fabric claw to the road on the left, “and you can take the road on the right.”

“Sounds good to me,” the Eevee-girl agrees.

“Okay,” you concede. You trot along the dark road, depending on your flashlight for illumination as your bag of candy swings back and forth beside you. As cool as your glow-in-the-dark Umbreon rings look, they don’t do much for lighting the way. As you scan the trees, you notice a yellow glint peeking through the foliage. Upon closer examination, you decide that it is, indeed, a lit home. You smile within your costume and wonder how often they get visitors on Halloween. Maybe you’ll be the first this year!

Jogging towards the house with increased fervor, you are led down a long driveway to the spacious home. The decorations covering the home and yard with cobwebs and plastic Spinaraks and Joltiks only encourage you to approach the home and knock on the front door.

The door swung open to reveal a strange-looking Floatzel. Faint lines ran directly down the middle of his body, and his fur seemed unnaturally smooth and shiny. He looked up at you, almost as if judging your appearance and deciding whether or not you were actually an Umbreon.

You decide to make it clear. “Hey, little guy!” you say. The Floatzel does not react, still looking up and down your costume. “Is your trainer home?” you ask.

Suddenly the Floatzel smiles. “Yes, you’ll do quite well!” he decides in the human language. You are shocked. The weasel turned to the side, calling into the house, “Sai? I found someone for you! You’ll love the trick he can do, trust me. In fact, you’ll probably consider it quite the treat!” In your excited state, you clearly notice details you gleaned over- the valves on his float vest and tail, the way his body squeaks, and the slight bunching of fur… no, plastic, around what you realize are seams. The Floatzel was a living pooltoy!

All hopped up on a thousand horror movies, you can’t help but panic at the uncanny creature, backing away even as he invites you into his home. You turn to run away from the strange home, putting as much distance between you and the living toy as possible. You stopped to catch your breath at the road.

A rustling sound in the forest startles you. You try to rationalize that it was probably just a Zigzagoon or Pansage minding its own business, but you decide to pick up the pace. Still the rustling continues. Despite its sporadic pattern, you can’t help but feel something is following you. You shine your flashlight into the trees. “Hello?” you call. “Is someone there? You’re really freaking me out, here...”

Just as the beam of your flashlight is reflected off something shiny and silver, you are ambushed by a large but surprisingly light Pokémon and knocked to the ground. You recognize it as a Shiny Ninetales even as you stand, but it manages to hang on to you, clamping its jaws tight on your costumed hand. You wince, expecting sharp teeth to pierce you any moment, but the Pokémon simply proceeds to pull off your glove. You throw the Ninetales off, but not before it slides a soft, plastic tail over your hand.

You immediately retract your hand, recoiling at its cold touch that seemed to linger on you… and spread. Your heart begins to beat faster as you shine your flashlight on your hand and see a streak of a shiny black material growing across the skin, converting flesh into what feels like rubber. You stumble and fall back as you watched the rubber spread across your hand along with a swelling sensation. Sure enough, your fingers swell and fuse into a hollow toy paw with a hissing sound.

The rubber creeps up your arm at a steady pace, converting more and more of you into black, swelling latex. “What did you do to me?!” you shout through your dissonantly beaming costume at the inflatable Ninetales before you.

“You’ll love being a toy, trust me!” he exclaims happily. “Oh, I’m so glad I found you!”

“A… a toy?” You repeat in horror as the latex spread up your shoulder and across your back and torso. The Ninetales only laughed as you could do nothing but experience the chilling sensation of skin becoming rubber. The curse spreads to your legs, causing them to swell uncomfortably against your costume with a soft hissing, but even constrained by black fabric you could clearly feel their conversion to an animal’s hind legs. Only when a tail begins to push out of the base of your spine, assuming you had that any more in your air-filled body, did you realize what you were becoming. The tail slowly inflates like a balloon, starting small before quickly swelling and tapering to a tip complete with a rubbery valve… and it fits perfectly into your costume. You are steadily transforming into a balloon Umbreon.

Now terrified, you hyperventilate as your body inflates against your costume and black latex spread up your neck with a painful choking feeling. Your ears, eyes and hair melt into the rubber before new Umbreon ears sprout into the ears of your costume. You take one last breath before latex encases your mouth and inflates into the short, tapered muzzle of an Umbreon. Suddenly you open your new, painted-on eyes, looking over your new body as you pant in fear with a rubbery muzzle. The transformation was complete.

Your costume is now uncomfortably tight, trying to fit a huge Umbreon into a human’s costume. The seams on the costume body begin to tear, one rip after the other as you inflate against your confines. The stitching snaps open all along the costume just before the whole suit, head to paw, is torn open with a final rip! Now unconstrained by the costume, you are able to see your hollow, translucent body in the beam of your flash light. You test your new squeaky limbs, whimpering like a Pokémon as you see just how complete your change has become.

“Why…?” you choke out. “Why did you do this to me? Turn me back, please! I don’t want to be a balloon!”

“Oh, you’ll get used to it. It’s permanent, by the way.”

“Wh-what?! No, I can’t be stuck like this! I have friends and family!”

“Trust me,” the fox insisted. “You’ll love it.”

The hissing stops as you finish inflating at around seven feet wide, leaving you almost uncomfortably tight and immobile, your paws high above the ground. You remember just how fragile balloons can be as the inflatable Ninetales strokes your rubbery body. All you can do is hope he has no intention to stick something sharp into you.

Suddenly he jumps up and grabs your ballooned tail, holding it down as he opens the valve, causing the air inside you to rush out at an alarming rate. As bad as becoming a balloon Umbreon was, being deflated was even scarier. What would happen when you were flat? Would you be able to move? Would you be able to think? Would you become a lifeless toy forever? Increasingly terrifying thoughts race through your mind as you shrink.

Just as your rubbery paws touch the ground, you try to run from your transformer, but you simply collapse as the rest of your air rushes out almost all at once. You fall unconscious instantly.

Outside of your awareness, the toy Ninetales picks up your small, flat body gingerly between his jaws and carries you back to the house. Setting you down, he announces in a sing-song voice, “I got it, Xeian!”

The inflatable Floatzel from earlier approaches and picks you up to stroke you lovingly with a paw. “It’s perfect,” he breathed. “Let’s get this balloon inflated.” He carries you over to a helium tank in an otherwise empty room. He fits your valve on the end of the tank, turning the valve to make you quickly swell up once more.

As you awake, you struggle against the Floatzel’s grip as you quickly swell beyond the size of a normal Umbreon. “Let me go, you evil piece of plastic!” you demand amidst a flurry of squeaks emitting from none other than yourself.

Xeian the plastic Floatzel hums in disappointment. “’Evil’? That’s no way to talk to your new owner! My name is Xeian, by the way. The Ninetales is named Sai.”

“You’re not my owner! I’m a human! Humans own Pokémon, not the other way around!” you cry as your body rounds out and continues to swell. Your ears and tail rise against the force of gravity as the helium filling you tugs you upward.

“You’re not human anymore!” Xeian laughs. “Now you’re my Umbreon balloon! But don’t worry. I won’t pop you if you don’t want me to.”

“P-pop?!” you exclaim, now terrified. How could you trust him not to let you burst? You already felt so tight…

Almost as if on cue, Xeian turns off the tank and shuts your valve. Keeping one paw firmly on your tail, he ties a string to your tail and lets you float up to the end of it before tying the other end to the tank. As he walks off, you shout, “Hey! You can’t leave me here! Turn me back, now!”

“I’m your owner,” he replied calmly. “I’ll do with you what I want. But don’t worry; soon you’ll see that becoming my balloon was the best thing that ever happened to you!” He becomes deaf to your pleas, shutting the door behind him as the front door knocks.

“Hi!” The female voice sounds familiar. If you still had a heart, it would be racing. “We’re looking for a friend of ours.” Oh, no, you think. “He was wearing an Umbreon costume and he passed by here, I think.” Oh no, oh no, oh no!

“Run! Get away from here!” you shout, but your voice does not reach them.

“Of course!” You hear Xeian say. “He’s inside, actually. Would you like to come in?”

“A talking Floatzel?” your Sandslash friend exclaims, sounding closer. “Wow, you must have an amazing trainer!” You watch as Sai bounces by humming a merry tune.

Just as the inflatable Ninetales opens the door with a tail, you shout, “Run! Don’t let the Ninetales touch you! It’s too late for me; get away!”

“Umbreon?” the costumed Sandslash calls, confused. “Hey, get off of me! I said get off! What are you doing?!” After a moment of scuffling, he adds, “What… what’s happening to me?!”

Your Eevee friend screams. “No! Get off of me! No! Stop it! Let go of my glove!” Her voice begins to quaver. “What’s happening to my hand?!”

You retreat within yourself, trying to shut out their increasingly squeaky cries for help. Painful minutes pass before silence snaps you back to reality. You turn your head to see a large Sandslash balloon being forced through the doorway by a certain toy Floatzel. Xeian inflates him with more helium before tying him up to bounce against you, your bodies softly rubbing against one another. Soon after an Eevee balloon rises beside you both and for a while you simply let the gentle air currents push you around on the end of your strings as you contemplate your situation.

“I tried to warn you,” you break the silence.

“It’s okay,” your Eevee friend says softly. “Maybe it won’t be so bad.”

“Yeah… I do feel rather comfortable being so tight and round,” the latex Sandslash commented.

You had to admit there was something relaxing about being inflated like this. Besides, what were you to do now? Suddenly Xeian pulls you down to gently stroke your stretched latex skin. His gentle touch relaxed you even further, making you feel so comfortable that you decided that maybe there was something to a toy’s life.

Someone knocks on the door. “Are you going to get it?” Sai asks his Floatzel friend.

“No,” he replies. “Three toys are plenty for one Halloween,” he explains as he rubs your hollow ears lovingly. You can’t help but feel a little sad for the person at the door. After all, he’d never be able to experience all the tricks and treats these magical Pokémon have to offer.



Oh, I should mention that Xeian and I aren't really this cruel. It's like a staged performance, to give you all a good scare. So spooky!