Said it before, will say it again: The best part of having tails is blowing them up into big balloons.

Story commission for  psychofloatzel who wanted some P balloon fun with their Ninetales. First time doing a story with a focus on tail inflation, despite how much I love it myself.

Anthony ©  psychofloatzel

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Wild winds whipped and wailed like banshees. Heavy rain poured from the cloudy, blackened sky. Only the most hardy, or the most foolish, would dare to venture out during such a powerful storm.

Anthony watched the storm descend from the comfort of his home. The chocolate-colored Ninetales sighed; it had been raining all day and was expected to all weekend. And he was bored beyond belief. There was nothing to watch on TV. No games he wanted to play. And no going outside due to the awful weather; it was too dangerous to drive. He needed to find something, anything really, to alleviate the boredom and pass the time.

The fox paced back and forth, hoping to think of something. With every step, Anthony’s nonet of tails dragged behind him. Each one was a long, bushy, dark brown, topped with a lighter brown coat. Like brownies coated in milk chocolate frosting, much like the rest of his body. He swished them back and forth gently, then gave them a soft squeeze. Sure, they were nice tails; long, sleek, and well-groomed. But he had always felt like there could be something more. Like something was missing.

Something big.

“What if my tails were bigger? What if they were blown up like a bunch of balloons?” That thought had crossed Anthony’s mind many times. He’d seen many older Ninetales, with tails far bigger and fluffier than his own. There was always a lingering feeling of envy when he saw those. But there was no way to change his tails. Was there?

Another idea grew in Anthony’s head. One so absurd, so crazy that it sounded unbelievable. But it was the only shot he had. If it worked, perfect! If not, then at least he’d waste some time with the experiment instead of sitting around being bored. The ninetales dashed over to a nearby bookshelf. It took some reaching, but he managed to pull down something from the top shelf; a small, yellow box adorned with a white question mark on each side. It was a souvenir from a friend’s visit to a theme park. But what’s inside the box was important.

He opened up the box and pulled out its contents. A pack of deflated, yellow balloons. There were multiple inside; each marked with a distinctive, white P. Anthony had heard tales about these. And if those were true, it would be exactly what he wanted for his tails. The fox Pokemon took one out, inhaled deeply, and blew as hard as he could. The balloon quickly took on a round shape, filled with air. After one breath, it was the size of a melon. “Not big enough!” Anthony smiled and blew again. It quickly swelled out to the size of a soccer ball. “More!” Another breath, another foot larger the balloon swelled. Rinse and repeat a few more times.

The balloon finally swelled to the size of a yellow yoga ball. Anthony had to stop; it was getting very tiresome to keep blowing. Staring at the super inflated balloon, Anthony smiled. If this worked as it was supposed to, his tails would be super fluffy balloons soon enough. He gripped the overinflated balloon with his bushel of tails, kneading it cautiously. They then started to squeeze it. Tightly. Like a bear hug. The balloon deformed and stretched, the air inside moving from the pressure. Anthony’s tails squeezed even harder. He wouldn’t stop until it–

Pop!

The scraps of the balloon fell around him. “Well, that was anticlimactic.” Anthony grumbled. With a balloon of that size, he had expected a much louder bang. But that's beside the point. The important question was yet to be answered: Did it work? As he picked up the shredded rubber, Anthony began to feel a tingling sensation. Like if he sat on his paw too long. But this strange feeling was focused on one specific spot. Or rather, nine spots.

Anthony peered over his shoulder with a grin. Right before his eyes, all nine of his tails were beginning to inflate. Each one had been relatively small for his species. But now, each tail had blown up into a long, brown tube, nearly a foot in diameter. With an excited squeal, Anthony reached over and grabbed his tails in a tight hug. They felt incredible; so soft and full. And they were still growing. Pressing up and squishing against each other and the fox’s muzzle.

A soft hissing noise rang through the room. Like air leaking from a valve. Anthony watched as his tails continued to swell and stretch. They all swelled in tandem, keeping the same oval-like shape as they grew. Their shape, plus the hissing sound, lead the ninetales to the conclusion that his tails were filling up with air. A bouquet of light and dark brown balloons, all protruding from the base of his spine.

And he couldn’t be happier. This was exactly what he wanted. Big, fluffy tail balloons. He wagged them back and forth happily. They creaked and rubbed against each other, growing even bigger with every swish. Each one had ballooned to nearly three feet wide. And despite being so large, they were still light. No impeded movement whatsoever. Anthony buried his muzzle deep in the bushel of bloated, ballooned tails and gave them a tight, delighted hug. They were perfect; the right size and shape. And just as well, he didn’t feel any further vibration in them. “Must’ve stopped growing.” Anthony said aloud, his voice muffled by his ballooned tails.

Sssss

Anthony looked around in confusion. It was the same hissing sound; like air flowing out of a tank into something. But his tails weren’t getting any bigger, nor did they need to. The effects of the P Balloon should have worn off by now. “Only my tails touched and popped it, so those should have been the only thing blowing up, right?” Anthony spoke aloud, trying to piece together what was happening. And that’s when he felt something off. A familiar vibration. But this time, it was underneath him. All in his belly.

His dark brown-furred belly slowly began to fill outwards. Anthony was a little confused, but he didn’t hate the feeling. He was still too happy about having such bloated tails to be that concerned. It stretched and hung underneath his middle, slowly pushing up against his hind legs. Curious now, Anthony sat down to get a better look, his ballooned tails serving as a comfortable chair. Sure enough, his middle was rising right before his eyes. Like a chocolate-colored balloon. His gut spilled out into his lap, already ballooning up nearly a foot from his middle.

Anthony rubbed the fuzzy orb his belly had become. And incredibly, it didn’t feel too bad. Sure, inflating his tails had been his main goal, but blowing up his belly wasn’t the worst side effect. He pressed his muzzle into the soft, brown fur, feeling it stretch and squash around him. Like a big balloon.

The fox Pokemon tried to stand up from his sitting position, but that led to a new problem. His belly had already swollen so much, jutting nearly two feet from his middle. It squished against the floor, making it much more cumbersome to walk. “Any bigger and I won’t be able to–” Anthony’s thought stopped short. His midsection was so swollen that his paws could no longer reach the floor. All they could touch was his ballooned belly. While he might have been concerned about the lack of mobility, swelling up like a giant balloon was too enjoyable to make him think of anything else.

Despite not being able to move, Anthony smiled. “Might as well relax and enjoy this!” He gently kneaded his ballooning belly. Squishing, rubbing, massaging. It all felt amazing in his massive middle. Inflating his tails was one thing, but this was another satisfying experience entirely. He didn’t know how big he’d get, or how long he’d be inflated. And he didn’t care. He just wanted to savor every moment of being a big fox balloon.

With his belly the size and shape of a yoga ball, Anthony began to feel something off. A strange tightness in front and hind legs. It was a little difficult to see, but they had also started to fill up with air. The sudden swelling made them feel incredibly stiff and hard to move. He could barely even wiggle them, much less continue to rub his belly and tails. Anthony let out a soft whimper. Not from discomfort or fear, but from the lack of motion. It felt nice, but he still wanted to hug his extra fluffy tails and squish his bloated belly.

Anthony’s light brown back slowly started to push outwards. He was concerned, but it didn’t matter that much since it still felt great. The fox’s body began to take on a much more rounded shape, albeit with a bundle of ballooned tails sprouting from behind. His puffy arms and legs were slowly engulfed by his rounding body. He felt like a grossly overinflated version of his normal body. To any outside observer, Anthony could have easily been mistaken for an overinflated, brown balloon with a bundle of smaller balloons behind him.

As he swelled to nearly five feet in diameter, Anthony noticed something peculiar. The ground looked like it was moving further away. At first, he chalked it up to him swelling so large; the ground would look further if he was higher above it, of course. But this was different; he couldn’t feel his bloated belly squishing against it anymore. The ground looked further. His furniture appeared smaller. And that’s when it hit him. Anthony was floating.

The fox gulped nervously. How much air was inside him that he was actually floating now? And how much bigger was he going to blow up? Those questions ran through his head as he floated higher and higher off the ground. Luckily, he was indoors, so there wasn’t any fear of floating off into the sky, but it was still a disorienting feeling.

BWUMPH!

Anthony was taken aback by the loud sound. His back squished against the ceiling of his house, deforming slightly. Even his tails were pushed slightly out the way. The fox had inflated nearly six feet large in diameter, bigger than any balloon he’d ever seen. The hiss of the air didn’t stop though; he was still blowing up. Bigger. Rounder. Squishier. Even though he liked the feeling of turning into a giant fox balloon, there was something he couldn’t help but wonder. Something that made him quite nervous. “How much bigger am I going to get? Am I going to burst from getting too big?”

Another few minutes, another few feet larger. The hissing air sound petered out slowly, until eventually stopping altogether. As the sound stopped, so too did the swelling. Anthony finally ceased inflating at an impressive ten feet across, though he had no way of actually knowing. Though he hadn’t been able to feel it, his tails had continued to swell alongside his rounded body. Each was almost a six foot wide tube, packed full of air. He truly felt like a gigantic balloon. And amazingly, he liked it.

His ballooned tails swished behind the fox slowly; they would have moved faster if not so full. Anthony could feel them, but couldn’t get a good look at them due to his entirely inflated figure. The effects of the P Balloon would run out eventually. At least, that’s what others who used them had said. Until then, there really wasn’t anything he could do. Stuck on the ceiling as a gigantic, orbular fox blimp. He hadn’t expected to get so big, nor his tails. They continued to swish behind his back, much to Anthony’s delight. “I can’t wait to hug them once I deflate.” Anthony smiled. He may as well enjoy the time as a blimp. There was no telling how long it would last.