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Sky Parade
By Balloondra
“Nice night out, huh?”
Chaotic stopped in his tracks, startled. The raccoon’s bushy tail curled close to his back from anxiety as he glanced around himself in the park. It was rare that anyone else was out this late at night, and somehow, he hadn’t seen the person as he walked by.
Turning to face the voice, he found a figure wearing a hoodie against the chill. Based on the tail that waved behind her and the snout that peeked out from her hood, she was a dog— a golden retriever, specifically. She smirked as Chaotic approached.
“Uhh, yeah, I guess so,” the raccoon replied, rubbing the back of his head. He himself wore a hoodie over sweatpants, though his hood was flipped back.
She chuckled. “You know, I keep thinking back to that parade from a few days ago. The one we held for the city.”
Chaotic frowned. That was a weird change in subject. He felt the urge to just go, but he was curious about this strange girl… he walked a little closer instead. Besides, he remembered the parade just as well— the giant balloons they had this year were…
He stifled a blush.
“So you know what I’ve always thought?” she added.
“What’s… what’s that?” Chaotic replied.
“Why don’t we ever hold a parade for the sky?”
Chaotic shook his head, confused. “A parade for the sky? What do you mean?”
“Oh, you know! A precession of big, cute balloons, floating through the sky on winds, to celebrate all the air does for us!” Her maw stretched into a toothy grin. “Like making dorky raccoons float away.”
Chaotic blinked, thoroughly bewildered now. “I don’t kno— mmph!”
His eyes bulged as the retriever girl snatched him in her arms, her muzzle pressed to his in a deep, passionate, kiss. He tried desperately to get his bearings, but before he could react, she breathed down his maw, filling his lungs, then his cheeks with her warm breath. His body suddenly seemed to buzz with newfound energy.
Then the raccoon, now blushing furiously at the sudden advance, pushed her away. “Wh-what was that all about?!” he yelped. A gentle hissing sound filled the air, but he paid it no heed.
The fluffy girl only giggled and nodded to his hand. “Let’s see how long it takes for you to accept your place.”
He followed her gaze. To his surprise, his right hand glistened in the moonlight— but more than that, it was swelling up! Little by little, the gloss travelled up his arm, and behind it, his hand was thickening, swelling up, smoothing out to become a simple round shape.
“What did you do to me?” he whimpered, looking up. But the dog was nowhere to be found, even as he glanced all around him. She had just vanished without a trace. He shivered as the glossy changing thing spread past his elbow. Strangely enough, he couldn’t help but raise that arm, as if it was being pulled upward Yelping, he tugged at the sleeve of his hoodie as he dashed towards a streetlight for a better look.
There, he saw how his hand— now little more than a cartoon paw, reflected the light above. It was made of thick rubber and, as he felt it, he realized it was hollow.
He was becoming a parade balloon.
His face flushed, but fright still overwhelmed him! “Oh no, oh no no no no,” he muttered, pressing and squeezing at that place where fur was turning to rubber. Blessedly, as he pushed back against it, like it was some awful slime stuck to his arm, it actually retreated, turning him back to normal! The moment he stopped, however, it continued its steady climb up his arm, so Chaotic continued to push and squeezed and rub until he got the rubber to his hand— turning it back to normal— and finally chased it up his palm and down a finger until it vanished altogether. The raccoon sighed in relief, and in exhaustion, leaned against the streetlight, sinking down onto his tail.
And sunk a little further as his weight squished into the balloon it had become.
Chaotic yelped again, springing back to his feet as he frantically pulled off his hoodie and shirt, feeling along his tail and back for how far the rubber had spread this time as he shivered in the autumn air. It was still near his tail thankfully, so he got right back to shoving that transformative goop back down his tail as it yearned for the sky, full of helium.
He was hardly halfway down when every push began to squeak loudly and his fingers felt thick. Whimpering, he took a good look at his hands— well, his uselessly smooth rubber paws now. He struggled to rub the latex off of them, but with his simple, rounded paws just couldn’t get enough traction. By the time he had pushed the rubber back to his wrists, cool latex spread once again from his tail to his back, and his stance faltered— his hind paws were transforming too!
And all the while, the hissing sound was growing louder and louder, filling his ears with the sound of relentless inflation all over his body. As he tried and failed to stop rubber from spreading past his elbows, he slowly dropped to all fours as his stance was transformed— he was becoming a quadruped!
He wished he wasn’t blushing so much at how soft and puffy his body was becoming, how light it seemed to feel. His tail stuck straight up, and he nearly lost balance several times as his swelling, helium-filled legs tried to lift off for the sky. Part of him wanted it, but—
His thoughts were cut off when a gust of wind blew by, knocking him off balance and sending him hurtling into the air through the park! Eventually, he was blown against another streetlight, but there he hung in the air a painfully long time… He… he would come down, right?
Slowly, like a drifting bubble, he fell back down to the ground. He got the feeling he wouldn’t be so lucky again. He had to stop this! If… if he could figure out where the edge of the rubber was. Disoriented as he and it was already past his shoulders. Frantically, he rubbed at his chest, a motion that pushed the half-transformed raccoon on his side as he tried in vain to hold back the spread of rubber.
The hissing reached a fever pitch as Chaotic felt his insides turn light and hollow. Hardly any of him was still fluffy, and the rest of his body, now transformed, was continuing to inflate— he was nearly double his original size already! Nearly all of him yearned for the sky, and he found himself clutching the street light in fear as the ground lost more and more of its hold on him.
And then, at last, he was changed enough. First he felt feather-light, then weightless, then… he could no longer feel the sidewalk beneath him. He rose up and up, his tail slipping off the pole. He frantically reached for it with his arms, but he couldn’t even get a good grip on it before bumping against light itself, sending him tumbling in midair. One last time he reached for that pole, that last tether, but it was just beyond reach. He continued to ascend into the empty, open sky.
And still the rubber continued to spread, past his bulging belly, a toy’s valve in his navel, to cover and bloat his torso, despite his increasingly squeaky attempts to hold it back. By the time the rubber had reached his neck, Chaotic had had enough. His ears drooping, his face bright red, he let out one final whimper as he accepted his terrible, wonderful fate. As it coated his muzzle, he was left with a stupid grin that he couldn’t move, and after a moment of blindness, he was somehow able to see through painted-on eyes. Once it spread over his ears, that was that. Chaotic had become a parade balloon.
An untethered, helium-filled parade balloon left outdoors. Though he continued to magically bloat with more and more helium, his last point of reference— the streetlight— put him at roughly twelve feet tall, if he stood on two paws. If he could stand at all.
Instead he slowly tumbled, rising up higher and higher as winds pushed him across his home city, its lights becoming little more than pinpricks in his vision as he continued to ascend.
His whole body began to emit a low, long cccreaaakkkk from the friction-filled sound of rubber swelling against rubber. His whole body bloated from the dropping pressure, from his belly pushing his limbs apart to his limbs growing ever more puffy and unusable, while his tail swelled bigger and bigger like a toy balloon.
The higher he climbed, the more he grew. It became harder and harder to think straight from the building pressure, his mind as foggy as the vague, cloud-covered land far, far below him. He fell straight up and through a cloud, drops of water condensing and dripping down his stretched, inflatable body. But by the time he fell through the other side, revealing a fleet of clouds like fluffy ships beneath him, he realized he was no longer growing.
Merely getting tighter.
His body yearned to expand, to grow, to fit in with the high altitude and low pressure. Yet his elastic body could only stretch so far. The parade raccoon whimpered softly to himself as his every other sensation was overcome by pure, pushing, straining pressure.
His hold to his old self was as tenuous as his hold to the ground. There was nothing he could do. Nothing he could think, even. He could only be exactly how he felt. A parade balloon for the sky itself, fated to float forever upward through the clouds and the winds.
Accepting his fate, the balloon tumbled ever higher into the sky, never to come down again.
2chaotic Word count: ~1600Sky Parade
By Balloondra
“Nice night out, huh?”
Chaotic stopped in his tracks, startled. The raccoon’s bushy tail curled close to his back from anxiety as he glanced around himself in the park. It was rare that anyone else was out this late at night, and somehow, he hadn’t seen the person as he walked by.
Turning to face the voice, he found a figure wearing a hoodie against the chill. Based on the tail that waved behind her and the snout that peeked out from her hood, she was a dog— a golden retriever, specifically. She smirked as Chaotic approached.
“Uhh, yeah, I guess so,” the raccoon replied, rubbing the back of his head. He himself wore a hoodie over sweatpants, though his hood was flipped back.
She chuckled. “You know, I keep thinking back to that parade from a few days ago. The one we held for the city.”
Chaotic frowned. That was a weird change in subject. He felt the urge to just go, but he was curious about this strange girl… he walked a little closer instead. Besides, he remembered the parade just as well— the giant balloons they had this year were…
He stifled a blush.
“So you know what I’ve always thought?” she added.
“What’s… what’s that?” Chaotic replied.
“Why don’t we ever hold a parade for the sky?”
Chaotic shook his head, confused. “A parade for the sky? What do you mean?”
“Oh, you know! A precession of big, cute balloons, floating through the sky on winds, to celebrate all the air does for us!” Her maw stretched into a toothy grin. “Like making dorky raccoons float away.”
Chaotic blinked, thoroughly bewildered now. “I don’t kno— mmph!”
His eyes bulged as the retriever girl snatched him in her arms, her muzzle pressed to his in a deep, passionate, kiss. He tried desperately to get his bearings, but before he could react, she breathed down his maw, filling his lungs, then his cheeks with her warm breath. His body suddenly seemed to buzz with newfound energy.
Then the raccoon, now blushing furiously at the sudden advance, pushed her away. “Wh-what was that all about?!” he yelped. A gentle hissing sound filled the air, but he paid it no heed.
The fluffy girl only giggled and nodded to his hand. “Let’s see how long it takes for you to accept your place.”
He followed her gaze. To his surprise, his right hand glistened in the moonlight— but more than that, it was swelling up! Little by little, the gloss travelled up his arm, and behind it, his hand was thickening, swelling up, smoothing out to become a simple round shape.
“What did you do to me?” he whimpered, looking up. But the dog was nowhere to be found, even as he glanced all around him. She had just vanished without a trace. He shivered as the glossy changing thing spread past his elbow. Strangely enough, he couldn’t help but raise that arm, as if it was being pulled upward Yelping, he tugged at the sleeve of his hoodie as he dashed towards a streetlight for a better look.
There, he saw how his hand— now little more than a cartoon paw, reflected the light above. It was made of thick rubber and, as he felt it, he realized it was hollow.
He was becoming a parade balloon.
His face flushed, but fright still overwhelmed him! “Oh no, oh no no no no,” he muttered, pressing and squeezing at that place where fur was turning to rubber. Blessedly, as he pushed back against it, like it was some awful slime stuck to his arm, it actually retreated, turning him back to normal! The moment he stopped, however, it continued its steady climb up his arm, so Chaotic continued to push and squeezed and rub until he got the rubber to his hand— turning it back to normal— and finally chased it up his palm and down a finger until it vanished altogether. The raccoon sighed in relief, and in exhaustion, leaned against the streetlight, sinking down onto his tail.
And sunk a little further as his weight squished into the balloon it had become.
Chaotic yelped again, springing back to his feet as he frantically pulled off his hoodie and shirt, feeling along his tail and back for how far the rubber had spread this time as he shivered in the autumn air. It was still near his tail thankfully, so he got right back to shoving that transformative goop back down his tail as it yearned for the sky, full of helium.
He was hardly halfway down when every push began to squeak loudly and his fingers felt thick. Whimpering, he took a good look at his hands— well, his uselessly smooth rubber paws now. He struggled to rub the latex off of them, but with his simple, rounded paws just couldn’t get enough traction. By the time he had pushed the rubber back to his wrists, cool latex spread once again from his tail to his back, and his stance faltered— his hind paws were transforming too!
And all the while, the hissing sound was growing louder and louder, filling his ears with the sound of relentless inflation all over his body. As he tried and failed to stop rubber from spreading past his elbows, he slowly dropped to all fours as his stance was transformed— he was becoming a quadruped!
He wished he wasn’t blushing so much at how soft and puffy his body was becoming, how light it seemed to feel. His tail stuck straight up, and he nearly lost balance several times as his swelling, helium-filled legs tried to lift off for the sky. Part of him wanted it, but—
His thoughts were cut off when a gust of wind blew by, knocking him off balance and sending him hurtling into the air through the park! Eventually, he was blown against another streetlight, but there he hung in the air a painfully long time… He… he would come down, right?
Slowly, like a drifting bubble, he fell back down to the ground. He got the feeling he wouldn’t be so lucky again. He had to stop this! If… if he could figure out where the edge of the rubber was. Disoriented as he and it was already past his shoulders. Frantically, he rubbed at his chest, a motion that pushed the half-transformed raccoon on his side as he tried in vain to hold back the spread of rubber.
The hissing reached a fever pitch as Chaotic felt his insides turn light and hollow. Hardly any of him was still fluffy, and the rest of his body, now transformed, was continuing to inflate— he was nearly double his original size already! Nearly all of him yearned for the sky, and he found himself clutching the street light in fear as the ground lost more and more of its hold on him.
And then, at last, he was changed enough. First he felt feather-light, then weightless, then… he could no longer feel the sidewalk beneath him. He rose up and up, his tail slipping off the pole. He frantically reached for it with his arms, but he couldn’t even get a good grip on it before bumping against light itself, sending him tumbling in midair. One last time he reached for that pole, that last tether, but it was just beyond reach. He continued to ascend into the empty, open sky.
And still the rubber continued to spread, past his bulging belly, a toy’s valve in his navel, to cover and bloat his torso, despite his increasingly squeaky attempts to hold it back. By the time the rubber had reached his neck, Chaotic had had enough. His ears drooping, his face bright red, he let out one final whimper as he accepted his terrible, wonderful fate. As it coated his muzzle, he was left with a stupid grin that he couldn’t move, and after a moment of blindness, he was somehow able to see through painted-on eyes. Once it spread over his ears, that was that. Chaotic had become a parade balloon.
An untethered, helium-filled parade balloon left outdoors. Though he continued to magically bloat with more and more helium, his last point of reference— the streetlight— put him at roughly twelve feet tall, if he stood on two paws. If he could stand at all.
Instead he slowly tumbled, rising up higher and higher as winds pushed him across his home city, its lights becoming little more than pinpricks in his vision as he continued to ascend.
His whole body began to emit a low, long cccreaaakkkk from the friction-filled sound of rubber swelling against rubber. His whole body bloated from the dropping pressure, from his belly pushing his limbs apart to his limbs growing ever more puffy and unusable, while his tail swelled bigger and bigger like a toy balloon.
The higher he climbed, the more he grew. It became harder and harder to think straight from the building pressure, his mind as foggy as the vague, cloud-covered land far, far below him. He fell straight up and through a cloud, drops of water condensing and dripping down his stretched, inflatable body. But by the time he fell through the other side, revealing a fleet of clouds like fluffy ships beneath him, he realized he was no longer growing.
Merely getting tighter.
His body yearned to expand, to grow, to fit in with the high altitude and low pressure. Yet his elastic body could only stretch so far. The parade raccoon whimpered softly to himself as his every other sensation was overcome by pure, pushing, straining pressure.
His hold to his old self was as tenuous as his hold to the ground. There was nothing he could do. Nothing he could think, even. He could only be exactly how he felt. A parade balloon for the sky itself, fated to float forever upward through the clouds and the winds.
Accepting his fate, the balloon tumbled ever higher into the sky, never to come down again.
Category Story / Inflation
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