Just a little puff piece for  2chaotic. Contains tasteful squeaky fun, balloons, inflation, life in the Fyreworks zone, and a raccoon who gets mighty large. :3 Enjoy!


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Chaotic Day


Sizewell Circle. A lovely town situated in the greater metropolitan area of Fyreworks City. Named both for the circular design of the town itself, and for the usual love of bigness shared by the overwhelming majority of local citizens. All streets within the town were for foot traffic and delivery drone only, though the latter usually kept to the skies until they needed to come in for a landing. A large ring-road running around the town allowed cargo traffic to pass around safely, or be left at designated shipping facilities. For the average citizen, their own feet got them everywhere. If they needed to leave town, or cross it quickly, there was always the underground subway, primary train station, and the zeppelin docks built into the central high-rise.

Living within the Fyreworks metropolitan zone was a wonderful experience for everyone that chose to live there, that much was certain. One such citizen was a recent arrival from lands unknown, but was already fitting in just fine. To the untrained observer, the average looking raccoon didn't stand out to a wild degree. But then again, most people didn't, minus their own personal flair. What really stood out for Chaotic was his brilliantly purple eyes, grey-blue fur atop his head, and a winning smile. The lack of clothes made him stand out a tad as well, but nudity was not uncommon in this region of the world.

Today he was out and about exploring the southern quadrant of the town, getting a feel for the place. Despite most of the buildings having similar architectural styling due to being erected by the same group of builders, they all tended to stand out in their own way. They all had different windows, different colours, gardens built around them, parks stashed away here and there, and little shops accessible from the street.

Putting one fuzzy foot in-front of the other, Chaotic marched down the street, darting this way and that around various other citizens that were off doing their thing. Judging by the average build of people walking around, the only thing that could really make one appear out of sorts would involve being small. Street vendors were out in force, hawking wares to any and all who bothered to get within earshot. You could buy anything from trendy clothing accessories, to a nice meal, hot and cold beverages, and even various expansion related devices.

He stopped at one card to obtain a lovely cup of tea, and a second cart was all too happy to provide a small freshly baked pie to nibble on. Equipped with food and drink in either hand, Chaotic marched over to a bench, and took a seat to enjoy his treats. This particular street backed onto a huge open plaza, so there was even more to look at, and places to shop the further you walked. In between sips of tea and bites of pie, something shiny caught his attention off in the distance. Several shiny things, upon closer inspection. Curious, the raccoon hopped off the bench and crossed the plaza to have a look, finishing his snack along the way.

The closer he got, the more detail started to stand out. For starters, there was yet another individual selling something behind a large cart. Some of the shine seemed to be coming from large tanks built into the cart itself, looking like the sort one used to store compressed gasses. The final shiny source that caught his attention was the cart owner himself, namely a rather tall and exceedingly wide balloon alligator. He had a visible shine to his rubbery hide, and a large balloon stem on the end of his tail. Other than that, he was the very picture of an over-blown gator, nearly as wide as he was tall, and apparently quite boisterous. Flashing a rubbery fang filled grin, he was hawking his wares with the best of them, squeaking away with every movement while shouting above the crowd to get attention.

“Step right up! Step right up and try the newest invention straight from Fyreworks HQ! You won't believe your eyes! Free samples and demonstrations available today! Step right up!”

A few individuals were coming and going from the cart, either to enjoy the show or get contact information for product availability. There weren't many around that didn't have at least some interest in one Fyreworks product or another. Still curious, Chaotic walked up to get a better look, his eyes getting drawn to a big box of balloons sitting on the ground nearby. They looked to be the sort that would be quite large when blown up, and likely quite soft too...

Catching the gaze of the raccoon, the large balloon gator let out a roar of approval, and beckoned him closer all the while grabbing a handful of the deflated balloons from the box.

“Ah-ha, an interested customer! Care for a product demonstration, my dear raccoon? Step right up, and get a load of the Fyreworks wireless inflation system at work!”

Tapping at some unseen controls under the flat top of the cart, the gator caused a small parabolic dish to spring up from one side of the mounted tanks, and focus on the stray balloons. A simple enough looking red light lit up on the side of the dish, and all of a sudden one of the balloons started to fill up with a steady hiss. With deft if chubby fingers, the rubbery gator tied a string to the balloon and let it dangle up above the cart, watching as it filled up quite a bit into a very impressive balloon indeed. He repeated the demonstration with several others, and soon had a good dozen jumbo sized rubbery spheres floating up above the cart. The whole thing was starting to wobble, and looked like it would float away if the gator added another inch to either of those balloons.

The light on the dish switched itself off, and with that the demo was over. To say Chaotic was interested would be like saying oceans have some water in them, or mountains are a bit large. Trying not to blush, he found himself reaching up at the strings of the balloons, wanting very much to pull one down for... inspection. Evidently the gator enjoyed the interest, and beamed down to the shorter raccoon over his impressive balloon gut.

“I take it the demo was a success, then? Did you want one of the wireless systems, or did you just want the balloons?”

Chaotic found himself muttering 'both' before he could stop himself, wringing his hands together with embarrassment over both the sight of so many balloons, and the wonderfully full looking gator himself... it was almost too much to handle out in public. The gator knew that look all too well, and tried not to grin too fiendishly, a plan already hatching in his air-filled mind.

“Hmm... I can tell an interested party when I see one. Tell you what, how about we work out a trade? I was looking for somebody to help me advertise the new wireless inflation system a little more directly. You help me out, and I'll give you one of the units for free. Heck, I'll even toss in all the balloons you can carry to make it even. What do you say, little guy?”

Chaotic was already shaking his head yes without thinking things through, and was soon being handed an armload of stretchy fabric and told to put whatever it was on. It looked like it might be clothing, though it was so large he couldn't be sure at first glance. It didn't even look the right size to fit on the huge balloon gator, or anyone else in the plaza for that matter. Gulping, he wondered what exactly he'd gotten himself into, as he tried to slip into the immense mass of fabric.

“I can see the look of doubt on your face. Don't you worry yourself, it will fit. We just need to adjust a few things here...

Before he could protest, the overwhelmed raccoon found himself getting stuffed further into the huge mass of fabric, equipped with dozens of large helium balloons, and a tether keeping him from flying off into the sky. There was even a portable wireless device strapped to the mess of equipment, all put in place quickly by the expert hands of a jumbo sized balloon gator.

“There, you're all set! All you have to do is hang on, and the gear will do the rest. Have a nice flight!”

Struggling against all the straps and cloth, Chaotic finally managed to voice his concerns even as the huge blimp of a beast went to release the tether.

“Now just wait! What kind of advertising help am I doing here, exactly?”

He received his answer in the form of a toothy grin, and the rope being released. He flew up into the air rather quickly, and just barely heard a response being shouted up at him as he rose.

“Why, the best kind of course! What better way to advertise than with a blimp?”

Gulping, all the raccoon could do was hang onto the immense pile of fabric he was partially inside of, and try not to fall out from all the straps and such. Some bit of equipment or another among the strapped-on goodies began to beep, and was beeping faster the higher they went. Out of the corner of his eye, Chaotic noticed the little antenna dish of the wireless expansion system moving around this way and that, positioning itself even as he rose high above town. Even as he began to get a sense of what was going on, the equipment revealed its purpose. The beeping stopped once everything had risen to the target altitude, and the wireless system switched itself on.

The dish targeted the balloons and began to drain helium from them, pumping the gas into Chaotic quite effectively. One after another, the large balloons shrunk back down to a deflated state, and the raccoon expanded rapidly to take their place. Bobbing in mid air, all he could do was wriggle around as he filled out the mass of fabric quite quickly, revealing it to be a giant banner meant to wrap around a blimp. It was obviously meant to get quite big, but the ballooning raccoon was unsure if he was up to the task. Huffing with obvious pleasure at the rising bloat of his rounded frame, and blushing from doing so in public, he was loving it all the same.

Creaking and groaning, his huge gut and rounded features seemed to be getting taut even before he'd filled out the fabric sleeve to the desired size. He'd not had much experience with this inflation thing to date, even though it was one of his biggest fantasies. It was of course the reason he'd moved into town, he just didn't expect getting so big so quick.

Groaning at the pressure, he felt more gas rushing into his frame as the final balloons were drained, creaking ominously as his fuzzy hide became as taut as a drum... There was still gas left in the balloons when he burst into thousands of scraps, raining down over the city, and taking the advertising sleeve with him all the way down.

Fortunately for all, the citizens of Sizewell Circle had experience dealing with the after effects of unexpected explosions.

Scraps were gathered, the giant advertising sleeve was bundled up once more, and Fyreworks brand Spray Patch was applied to the deflated mass of raccoon confetti. Nobody was hurt, infrastructure and equipment was undamaged, and within a few moments Chaotic was back together. At a glance all could see the rubbery shine that now marked his formerly stretched body, indicating that the patching substance had also left him a tad more rubbery than before.

Before he even had a chance to wake up, the sneaky balloon gator was busy giving him a quick fill of lifting gasses via his cart mounted wireless system, all the while making sure the advertising sleeve fit him much better this time around. After all, a deal's a deal, right? Once again the portable system was attached to the balloon-coon, as well as several tanks of helium, and he was sent aloft to really round out and display the goods.

With a yawn, and much blinking, Chaotic woke up slowly, and with much confusion. Wind was rushing by his face, and his cheeks seemed much more rounded than he previously remembered. With a flash, he recalled exploding minutes earlier, and looked around with a panic only to find himself just as bloated as he'd been before, and flying higher into the air. He could just barely glance behind himself enough to see how round he'd gotten, bloated up like a weather balloon and already clad in the Fyreworks advertising sleeve. It still felt quite loose, and he was surprised at how soft and stretchy he still felt. He also noticed a shine on the end of his nose, and on what of himself he could see. Shenanigans were afoot, it seemed.

As if on queue, an ominous beeping broke his revery and alerted him to the situation at hand. Evidently this was round two of the advertising attempt, and the gator was determined to get as much as he could out of the situation. As the squeaky raccoon rose to the target height, the little dish on the portable system flicked up and pointed toward a rubbery patch of hide, and clicked on. Helium drained from the tanks and was projected into Chaotic without hoses or other connections, making him feel quite strange indeed as it just appeared inside him. Still, the effect was much the same as if he'd had a hose lodged one place or another, and he filled up larger still.

The constraining shape of the advertising sleeve forced him to stretch out lengthwise into a more conventional blimp shape, until he looked like a giant bulging zeppelin flying high over the town. All he could do was rumble to himself with the joy of experiencing one of his own little fantasies, plus blush plenty at putting on such a display. As the tanks drained, he was left floating around contently, apparently controlled from the ground by little micro-motors skillfully hidden somewhere along the huge mass of stretchy fabric and assorted straps.

True to his word, the balloon gator shipped a free wireless device and a whole box of giant balloons to the building Chaotic lived in, much to the delight of the squeaky fellow once he finally got home later that night. Citizens all around appreciated the creative display and often complemented him on how large he'd gotten, much to his delight. It seemed like moving to the town had been the correct idea after all.

As he went to bed that night, surrounded by a room full of giant bulging balloons, he wondered to himself if Fyreworks might be hiring... No doubt the experience would be uplifting!



-Tombfyre 2016
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