‘It’s just another day attending high school,’ thought Floatzel slowly making his way to school on a cool sunny morning. On this particular morning, Floatzel had overslept and was running late for school. But, despite an early morning lecture from mama ‘zel, Floatzel wasn’t particularly in the mood for running right after waking up.
Sigh… “I sure hope today is interesting.”
Having made it to the school just in the nick of time, Floatzel paused alongside a white banner next to the front gate. Still rubbing the morning crust from his eyes, it took a second before his vision became clear. There were two balloons plugged to what looked like a cartoon air tank. Above that were two words written in bold.
”Blimp Day”
“Blimp Day? … B-Blimp Day?! Wait that’s today?!” And just like that the once-sleepy pokemon became filled with energy. But, just before the weasel could jump with excitement, the morning bell rang sending the pokemon racing for his morning class.
At this particular high school, one day each year is reserved to recognize the unique balloon abilities of certain pokemon. To spread awareness, special activities are hosted during the morning and school lunches received an extra ingredient intended to “spice up pokemon’s appetites. ” Floatzel is one of few balloon pokemon. But, unlike most others, Floatzel doesn’t shy away from ballooning (provided there isn’t an audience staring at his sometimes large endeavors). It was the school lunches that excited Floatzel the most since last year’s lunch caused him to nearly fill a classroom. (Though he did help himself to seconds despite receiving warnings). Needless to say, this weasel was eager to get his stretching game on.
Today’s festivities began with a morning assembly in the school gym. After students checked into class, everyone packed the hallways and made their way to the gym. Balloons and music filled the hallways and staircase leading to the gym which seemed to lighten everyone’s mood. Amongst the crowd, out of the corner of his eye, Floatzel recognized a Buizel. Not wanting to miss out having better company, Floatzel rushed ahead of his class, squeezing between students to get closer to his friend.
“Hey, Buddy! How’s it going?” Floatzel said giving a hearty pat on the back to his closest friend.
Buizel surprised to see Floatzel out of nowhere nearly lost his balance after what felt like a sucker punch. “Bloatze- I-I mean Floatzel?! What are you doing here? And aren’t you supposed to be with your class?”
Floatzel smiled, “Nah, my class knows me… besides, I get the feeling the teacher was more than eager to let me go today knowing… well… you know.” At that, Buizel’s expression changed to a mix of understanding and slight concern, but he was glad to see Floatzel.
The duo eventually found their seats in the gym and a host of activities were underway. Since it was Blimp Day, the activities mostly involved balloon themed activities like hopping on a balloon relay races, balloon tag, and the obligatory pokemon spar battle.
While the relay races were underway, Buizel laid back in his seat, clearly not interested in joining the games. Floatzel, however, was into the races. Shifting in his seat with excitement, cheering alongside others, as players battled it out for 1st and 2nd place. Smiling at Floatzel’s excitement, Buizel also took notice that Floatzel’s sides were bloating slightly. Floatzel had noticed Buizel staring at his sides and gave the little ‘zel a friendly bump. Buizel turned beat red and turned his head in embarrassment.
“Sooo… I take it you’re not going to participate in the games?” Buizel asked still hiding his embarrassment.
“Yeah.” There was a bit of disappointment in Floatzel’s voice. “I’m sitting things out this time. Wouldn’t want to accidentally fill the gym.”
Upon seeing Floatzel wink at him, Buizel could only let out a concerned chuckle. The games continued for the next hour and Buizel eventually joined the crowd to cheer on players. Amongst the cheering, Buizel caught a glimmer from something on the opposite side of the gym. A bit of squinting revealed an industrial helium tank tucked aside and slightly behind the bleachers. Buizel had no interest in inflation or the tank. But, he did know someone who’d probably greatly appreciate such knowledge.
With a pat of on the side, Floatzel turned to see Buizel pointing in the direction of the tank. Upon recognizing the tank, a bead of sweat rolled down the side of Floatzel’s forehead as if in anticipation.
Buizel was quick to point out that “knowing how many balloons there are spread throughout campus, the tank is most likely empty.”
It was true. The hallways, stairwells, and even the cafeteria were all filled with balloons. That and it was highly unlikely the school would give a student an industrial tank…
…
…
But… what if the tank isn’t empty…
…
The mere thought sent a shiver down Floatzel’s spine. Buizel could only roll his eyes at Floatzel smiling knowing full well stopping what was to come would be unwise. But, before Floatzel could ask, Buizel put an index finger up, “No. I am not helping you and I am not interested in that. Not again.”
Floatzel chuckled at Buizel’s promptness. “You know me too well.” With that Floatzel extended an arm and pulled Buizel in for a friendly hug. Buizel bumped into Floatzel’s still inflated side with an audible bwoong. But, with the crowd cheering the ongoing race, no one besides the two ‘zels heard it.
For Floatzel, all other plans for the day were thrown out the window. As if a new video game quest was beginning, it became Floatzel’s mission to get the tank to himself. Moving the tank was out of the question since it was probably too heavy and would likely get him in trouble if caught dragging it across campus. That left getting the tank and himself alone in the gym… a daring prospect in its own right considering how big the gym is.
But when and how to pull this daring act? Afterschool? No that wouldn’t work, the basketball team uses the gym right after school. During lunch? That might work. No one uses the gym during lunch and it’s generally locked off. Floatzel was bubbling with excitement at the idea of being alone with an industrial helium tank in a gymnasium. It seemed too perfect. With that, the plan was set. All that was left was to get through the second period and sneak into the gym during lunch. What happened after was anyone’s guess.
After the final spar match ended, the assembly came to a close. Floatzel deflated and just as the two ‘zels were leaving, Floatzel took one last look over at the tank. No one seemed to notice it. Maybe they forgot about it?
*Grin XD
The second period went by relatively quickly. The topics centered on pressure vessels and expanding gasses which seemed fitting considering the theme of the day.
“Jeez, it’s as if even the teachers are trying to bait balloon types to inflate,” Floatzel muttered while finishing a worksheet. Not that he minded. Most people knew he could inflate and Floatzel made no effort to hide it considering he had slightly puffed up his tail to act as a back seat cushion. But, all this talk about pressure and gas raised an itch in Floatzel’s side to get to the tank.
When lunchtime finally rolled around, rather than heading straight for the tank, Floatzel responsibly went to get lunch first. Who wants to get caught on an empty stomach? Besides, “What self-respecting balloon pokemon would say no to a lunch specifically designed to ‘spice up your appetite’?” Floatzel proudly proclaimed to Buizel and company who had already found their seats at a table. At that, Buizel discretely coughed under his breath.
Floatzel caught Buizel’s gesture and decided it’s best to get to lunch. After scarfing down his lunch beside a less than ecstatic Buizel, there was a clear lingering gas-inducing sweetener aftertaste that immediately started gurgling in Floatzel’s belly. Not wanting to waste any time, Floatzel excused himself from the table and dashed across campus towards the gym. With his head down and a few persuasive squeezes to the gut to stay quiet, Floatzel snuck his way into an open-access way into the gym’s locker room. At this point, the dash across campus earlier and persuasive squeezes left a now slightly bloated weasel to sneak past the custodians and various gym teachers hanging about the area.
*Cue metal gear solid ‘Encounter” music*
After climbing a few sets of stairs, the entrance to the gym was in sight. The hallway was silent but Floatzel made sure to quickly look both ways before tiptoeing over to the gym’s entrance door. Checking over his shoulder once more, Floatzel pushed on the door’s handle. But despite a good nudge, the door remained steadfast. “Locked?! Well, that complicates things … is what I would say if I couldn’t just squeeze through the door frame!”
In between the double door leading into the gym was a small opening. Wide enough to stuff a notebook through and plenty wide enough for a balloon to squeeze through. As if on cue, the gas that had been building up inside Floatzel started swelling his belly. With a bit of concentration, squeezing, and a bit of giggling, the gas shifted into one arm, swelling his paw’s fingers and then the rest of his arm cartoonishly.
With no one around, Floatzel pressed his paw against the opening. Leaning into the door, his fingers began to disappear into the opening as low squeaks of rubber stretching and rubbing filled the hallway. Floatzel had to clamp down on his inflated arm to keep the gas from going back to his belly, but with a bit of effort, the rest of his arm passed through the opening. After a bit of finessing with the door handle, since turning a knob with ballooned fingers wasn’t exactly straightforward, the gym doors swung open. But, a rush of cool air filled the hallway. Acting quick, Floatzel ran into the gym, closed the doors quietly behind him, and checked the gymnasium for anyone.
“Hah! No one’s around! Oh, this is just too perfect!” A quick look over to a nearby clock revealed there were only 15 minutes left until the end of lunch. Floatzel broke out into a sprint across the gym to where the tank was last. After sliding around the corner of a bleacher, there stood, in all its glory, an industrial helium tank. A close inspection of the tank’s pressure gauge read nearly full. There was even a hose attached to it! At that, Floatzel couldn’t contain his excitement and rolled the tank out from the corner, closer to the center of the gym.
With everything in place, Floatzel took his spot in the middle of the massive gym. With the hose held in one hand, he cranked the helium tank open to check that it worked. An audible hiiiiisssssssss filled the gymnasium along with a blast of helium to the face.
“Ooohoohhoohoo… This is gonna be great!”
After closing the valve, and inserting the tube into his mouth, Floatzel clamped down on the tube. With no windows to peek inside the gym, Floatzel was all clear to let loose. A short giggle escaped the weasel before he cranked the knob open once more. Once again, an audible hiiiiisssssssss rang out accompanied by a surprised Floatzel. The surge of gas ballooned his cheeks into basketballs in seconds before a difficult gulp sent the gas straight into his body, rapidly filling out his sides like a deflated balloon hooked up to an air compressor.
Floatzel flinched at the rush of gas and instinctively grabbed the hose, preventing it from leaving his mouth. ‘This is so much!’ Thought Floatzel as he strained against his body stretching out in all directions. Floatzel could only watch as his gut swelled, promptly followed by his fingers, arms, legs. With each passing inch in size gained, Floatzel became more and more shiny as the sounds of rubber stretching and rubbing against each other filled the gym. The once slightly bloated pokemon was swiftly expanding into a comically oversized jumbo beach ball! With inflating digits making it very difficult to hold onto the hose and both arms rubbing tightly against each other trying to hold on to the hose, one paw eventually swelled up large enough that the hose slipped out of grasp prompting both arms to shoot to his sides. This caused a momentary imbalance. His senses were being overloaded from inflating so quickly and with the ‘high’ of ingesting so much helium and the cacophony of balloon noises, Floatzel fell back only to be caught by his now ballooned inflation sac, rebounding him back onto his feet with an audible bwooooiiiinnnggg.
The jolt from bouncing off the floor stirred some sense back into Floatzel. But, as more and more of his inflated belly filled his vision, temptation took over. With one inflated paw pressing down into his belly, the gas inside displaced, filling out other parts and especially further widening his hips. With a bit of concentration, his tail joined the squeaky adventure and bulged out in all directions. Little by little the sea weasel was growing in volume while indulging in the never-ending stream of helium. As his hips continued to flare out, the thoroughly ballooned pokemon found himself balancing on the tips of his toes. Each tick of a nearby clock added another inch of girth while being accompanied by a cacophony of squeaks and stretching noises from the pokemon.
Not long after, one foot had left the ground entirely with the others following close behind until this small blimp found himself free-floating in the empty gymnasium, still takin in helium with the intent of getting as big as possible. Unfortunately, just as Floatzel found himself rotated upside down, a sudden surge of pressure within him caused Floatzel to belch out the hose mid inflation… much to the dismay of the now comically round pokemon.
While the hose sputtered about below him, Floatzel took a moment to recuperate. Squeaks continued to fill the room as Floatzel turned his head to see how stretched out and shiny he had become under the gym’s overhead lights. Floatzel extended his partially inflated paws to his sides and began rubbing over his now ballooned curves. As the sound of rubbing rubber rang out once more, Floatzel bit his lips shut, fighting the urge to moan out in pleasure in fear of someone outside hearing or worse accidentally letting out precious helium (not like the constant squeaking was any quieter).
As the ecstatic weasel slowly spun while floating upwards, he could see his shadow distorting beneath him as the gas in him moved around. After bouncing off the ceiling with a clear boooiing. The flood of sensations tingling every part of his body drove Floatzel to press deep into his gut… pushing more gas out of the way, streetttchhhiiinnnggg out his sides even wider and base of his tail to fwoooommph up from underneath him. This time his ballooning tail tapped the ground at an angle sending the helpless pokemon rebounding off the floor towards nearby walls. The sounds of rubber rubbing against itself and a balloon bouncing off walls continued as the oversized giggling orange balloon continued to play with his curves, displacing gas to different body parts while enjoying the sensation of stretching out all over and bouncing around. At one point Floatzel found himself bouncing off a bleacher, off the roof, and into the hoop of one of the basketball stands. Unfortunately for Floatzel, his massive size prevented him from passing through the hoop and he rebounded off the board. But, he still counted that as a score.
“Heh heh heh… Guess that’s one point to me!”
Stretching out to this size isn’t rare for this sea weasel. But, acquiring enough helium to float in addition to getting so big was rare. So when faced with the opportunity, this happy pokemon would lunge at the tank any day. As for how long this balloon would stay afloat, or how much time had passed was anyone’s guess… but Floatzel wasn’t complaining. As far as he was concerned, he had the gym, his thoroughly ballooned body, and a tank of helium all to himself.
“M-Maybe I should get b-bigger...” the ballooned pokemon squeaked under his dazed-like state. Reaching down, he gave his gut another squeeze, prompting his entire body to swell out once more.
With a bit of planning and a lot of sheer luck, Floatzel redirected his bounce in the direction of the tank and managed to grab hold of the hose and knob once more. Without hesitation, he plugged himself back in and cranked the knob even wider.
What happened after that can only be described as pure bliss for the weasel…
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Lunch eventually came to a close, and the third period eventually rolled around. The next gym class tried to make their way into the gym but found themselves blocked out by a mysterious force. Each time someone tried to push the door open, an arrangement of rubber squeaking noises filled the hallway along with the sounds of an over delighted and possibly clocked out pokemon. Eventually, some students managed to push their way past the rubber barrier blocking the entrance, underneath what they now knew was a giant balloon, only to discover a massively blimped Floatzel filling up half of the gym next to an empty helium tank. It took a while for Floatzel to recover from his dazed state and deflate back to his normal size only to have to be helped over to nurse’s office to make sure he was okay.
After fully recovering, it was later determined how Floatzel managed to get into the gym AND that the sweetener used in the school lunches enhanced balloon pokemon’s stretchiness! This was used to explain how Floatzel was able to get into the gym so easily and grow so big. But, despite the whole ordeal, when confronted to explain the situation to the school principal, Floatzel explained.
“I was only trying to enjoy Blimp Day!” said Floatzel with his best puppy face. Since no one was hurt during the incident and it happened to be on a day surrounding inflatable pokemon, Floatzel was let off with nothing more than a warning. After being released from the office, Floatzel collected his things and began making his way to class. To Floatzel, getting so large was rare but he figured he could probably have gotten just as big without the sweetener (it’d just take a while).
Then, just as he was about to reach his classroom, the afternoon dismissal bell rang across campus. It was now the end of the school day.
Sigh, “I guess I better go apologize to my teachers and ask for the day’s assignments.”
But before Floatzel could open the door, the intercom came on,
"Students exiting the campus are advised to use the south exit as the north exit is currently unavailable."
It took a second to fully understand the announcement, but then it clicked. Floatzel smiled knowing full well what and who that message was referring to. Not wanting to leave a friend stuck, Floatzel made a note to message his teachers later and turned around to head for the north exit.
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The End
After some of the feedback from the last story, I wanted to try again at making another story. But, this one's a bit longer. As always constructed feedback is always appreciated (could be about the image or the story. Either way, I hope everyone gets a smile out of this one XD
Buizel © Game Freak
P.S. I plan on coming back to illustrate some of the scenes from this story
Sigh… “I sure hope today is interesting.”
Having made it to the school just in the nick of time, Floatzel paused alongside a white banner next to the front gate. Still rubbing the morning crust from his eyes, it took a second before his vision became clear. There were two balloons plugged to what looked like a cartoon air tank. Above that were two words written in bold.
”Blimp Day”
“Blimp Day? … B-Blimp Day?! Wait that’s today?!” And just like that the once-sleepy pokemon became filled with energy. But, just before the weasel could jump with excitement, the morning bell rang sending the pokemon racing for his morning class.
At this particular high school, one day each year is reserved to recognize the unique balloon abilities of certain pokemon. To spread awareness, special activities are hosted during the morning and school lunches received an extra ingredient intended to “spice up pokemon’s appetites. ” Floatzel is one of few balloon pokemon. But, unlike most others, Floatzel doesn’t shy away from ballooning (provided there isn’t an audience staring at his sometimes large endeavors). It was the school lunches that excited Floatzel the most since last year’s lunch caused him to nearly fill a classroom. (Though he did help himself to seconds despite receiving warnings). Needless to say, this weasel was eager to get his stretching game on.
Today’s festivities began with a morning assembly in the school gym. After students checked into class, everyone packed the hallways and made their way to the gym. Balloons and music filled the hallways and staircase leading to the gym which seemed to lighten everyone’s mood. Amongst the crowd, out of the corner of his eye, Floatzel recognized a Buizel. Not wanting to miss out having better company, Floatzel rushed ahead of his class, squeezing between students to get closer to his friend.
“Hey, Buddy! How’s it going?” Floatzel said giving a hearty pat on the back to his closest friend.
Buizel surprised to see Floatzel out of nowhere nearly lost his balance after what felt like a sucker punch. “Bloatze- I-I mean Floatzel?! What are you doing here? And aren’t you supposed to be with your class?”
Floatzel smiled, “Nah, my class knows me… besides, I get the feeling the teacher was more than eager to let me go today knowing… well… you know.” At that, Buizel’s expression changed to a mix of understanding and slight concern, but he was glad to see Floatzel.
The duo eventually found their seats in the gym and a host of activities were underway. Since it was Blimp Day, the activities mostly involved balloon themed activities like hopping on a balloon relay races, balloon tag, and the obligatory pokemon spar battle.
While the relay races were underway, Buizel laid back in his seat, clearly not interested in joining the games. Floatzel, however, was into the races. Shifting in his seat with excitement, cheering alongside others, as players battled it out for 1st and 2nd place. Smiling at Floatzel’s excitement, Buizel also took notice that Floatzel’s sides were bloating slightly. Floatzel had noticed Buizel staring at his sides and gave the little ‘zel a friendly bump. Buizel turned beat red and turned his head in embarrassment.
“Sooo… I take it you’re not going to participate in the games?” Buizel asked still hiding his embarrassment.
“Yeah.” There was a bit of disappointment in Floatzel’s voice. “I’m sitting things out this time. Wouldn’t want to accidentally fill the gym.”
Upon seeing Floatzel wink at him, Buizel could only let out a concerned chuckle. The games continued for the next hour and Buizel eventually joined the crowd to cheer on players. Amongst the cheering, Buizel caught a glimmer from something on the opposite side of the gym. A bit of squinting revealed an industrial helium tank tucked aside and slightly behind the bleachers. Buizel had no interest in inflation or the tank. But, he did know someone who’d probably greatly appreciate such knowledge.
With a pat of on the side, Floatzel turned to see Buizel pointing in the direction of the tank. Upon recognizing the tank, a bead of sweat rolled down the side of Floatzel’s forehead as if in anticipation.
Buizel was quick to point out that “knowing how many balloons there are spread throughout campus, the tank is most likely empty.”
It was true. The hallways, stairwells, and even the cafeteria were all filled with balloons. That and it was highly unlikely the school would give a student an industrial tank…
…
…
But… what if the tank isn’t empty…
…
The mere thought sent a shiver down Floatzel’s spine. Buizel could only roll his eyes at Floatzel smiling knowing full well stopping what was to come would be unwise. But, before Floatzel could ask, Buizel put an index finger up, “No. I am not helping you and I am not interested in that. Not again.”
Floatzel chuckled at Buizel’s promptness. “You know me too well.” With that Floatzel extended an arm and pulled Buizel in for a friendly hug. Buizel bumped into Floatzel’s still inflated side with an audible bwoong. But, with the crowd cheering the ongoing race, no one besides the two ‘zels heard it.
For Floatzel, all other plans for the day were thrown out the window. As if a new video game quest was beginning, it became Floatzel’s mission to get the tank to himself. Moving the tank was out of the question since it was probably too heavy and would likely get him in trouble if caught dragging it across campus. That left getting the tank and himself alone in the gym… a daring prospect in its own right considering how big the gym is.
But when and how to pull this daring act? Afterschool? No that wouldn’t work, the basketball team uses the gym right after school. During lunch? That might work. No one uses the gym during lunch and it’s generally locked off. Floatzel was bubbling with excitement at the idea of being alone with an industrial helium tank in a gymnasium. It seemed too perfect. With that, the plan was set. All that was left was to get through the second period and sneak into the gym during lunch. What happened after was anyone’s guess.
After the final spar match ended, the assembly came to a close. Floatzel deflated and just as the two ‘zels were leaving, Floatzel took one last look over at the tank. No one seemed to notice it. Maybe they forgot about it?
*Grin XD
The second period went by relatively quickly. The topics centered on pressure vessels and expanding gasses which seemed fitting considering the theme of the day.
“Jeez, it’s as if even the teachers are trying to bait balloon types to inflate,” Floatzel muttered while finishing a worksheet. Not that he minded. Most people knew he could inflate and Floatzel made no effort to hide it considering he had slightly puffed up his tail to act as a back seat cushion. But, all this talk about pressure and gas raised an itch in Floatzel’s side to get to the tank.
When lunchtime finally rolled around, rather than heading straight for the tank, Floatzel responsibly went to get lunch first. Who wants to get caught on an empty stomach? Besides, “What self-respecting balloon pokemon would say no to a lunch specifically designed to ‘spice up your appetite’?” Floatzel proudly proclaimed to Buizel and company who had already found their seats at a table. At that, Buizel discretely coughed under his breath.
Floatzel caught Buizel’s gesture and decided it’s best to get to lunch. After scarfing down his lunch beside a less than ecstatic Buizel, there was a clear lingering gas-inducing sweetener aftertaste that immediately started gurgling in Floatzel’s belly. Not wanting to waste any time, Floatzel excused himself from the table and dashed across campus towards the gym. With his head down and a few persuasive squeezes to the gut to stay quiet, Floatzel snuck his way into an open-access way into the gym’s locker room. At this point, the dash across campus earlier and persuasive squeezes left a now slightly bloated weasel to sneak past the custodians and various gym teachers hanging about the area.
*Cue metal gear solid ‘Encounter” music*
After climbing a few sets of stairs, the entrance to the gym was in sight. The hallway was silent but Floatzel made sure to quickly look both ways before tiptoeing over to the gym’s entrance door. Checking over his shoulder once more, Floatzel pushed on the door’s handle. But despite a good nudge, the door remained steadfast. “Locked?! Well, that complicates things … is what I would say if I couldn’t just squeeze through the door frame!”
In between the double door leading into the gym was a small opening. Wide enough to stuff a notebook through and plenty wide enough for a balloon to squeeze through. As if on cue, the gas that had been building up inside Floatzel started swelling his belly. With a bit of concentration, squeezing, and a bit of giggling, the gas shifted into one arm, swelling his paw’s fingers and then the rest of his arm cartoonishly.
With no one around, Floatzel pressed his paw against the opening. Leaning into the door, his fingers began to disappear into the opening as low squeaks of rubber stretching and rubbing filled the hallway. Floatzel had to clamp down on his inflated arm to keep the gas from going back to his belly, but with a bit of effort, the rest of his arm passed through the opening. After a bit of finessing with the door handle, since turning a knob with ballooned fingers wasn’t exactly straightforward, the gym doors swung open. But, a rush of cool air filled the hallway. Acting quick, Floatzel ran into the gym, closed the doors quietly behind him, and checked the gymnasium for anyone.
“Hah! No one’s around! Oh, this is just too perfect!” A quick look over to a nearby clock revealed there were only 15 minutes left until the end of lunch. Floatzel broke out into a sprint across the gym to where the tank was last. After sliding around the corner of a bleacher, there stood, in all its glory, an industrial helium tank. A close inspection of the tank’s pressure gauge read nearly full. There was even a hose attached to it! At that, Floatzel couldn’t contain his excitement and rolled the tank out from the corner, closer to the center of the gym.
With everything in place, Floatzel took his spot in the middle of the massive gym. With the hose held in one hand, he cranked the helium tank open to check that it worked. An audible hiiiiisssssssss filled the gymnasium along with a blast of helium to the face.
“Ooohoohhoohoo… This is gonna be great!”
After closing the valve, and inserting the tube into his mouth, Floatzel clamped down on the tube. With no windows to peek inside the gym, Floatzel was all clear to let loose. A short giggle escaped the weasel before he cranked the knob open once more. Once again, an audible hiiiiisssssssss rang out accompanied by a surprised Floatzel. The surge of gas ballooned his cheeks into basketballs in seconds before a difficult gulp sent the gas straight into his body, rapidly filling out his sides like a deflated balloon hooked up to an air compressor.
Floatzel flinched at the rush of gas and instinctively grabbed the hose, preventing it from leaving his mouth. ‘This is so much!’ Thought Floatzel as he strained against his body stretching out in all directions. Floatzel could only watch as his gut swelled, promptly followed by his fingers, arms, legs. With each passing inch in size gained, Floatzel became more and more shiny as the sounds of rubber stretching and rubbing against each other filled the gym. The once slightly bloated pokemon was swiftly expanding into a comically oversized jumbo beach ball! With inflating digits making it very difficult to hold onto the hose and both arms rubbing tightly against each other trying to hold on to the hose, one paw eventually swelled up large enough that the hose slipped out of grasp prompting both arms to shoot to his sides. This caused a momentary imbalance. His senses were being overloaded from inflating so quickly and with the ‘high’ of ingesting so much helium and the cacophony of balloon noises, Floatzel fell back only to be caught by his now ballooned inflation sac, rebounding him back onto his feet with an audible bwooooiiiinnnggg.
The jolt from bouncing off the floor stirred some sense back into Floatzel. But, as more and more of his inflated belly filled his vision, temptation took over. With one inflated paw pressing down into his belly, the gas inside displaced, filling out other parts and especially further widening his hips. With a bit of concentration, his tail joined the squeaky adventure and bulged out in all directions. Little by little the sea weasel was growing in volume while indulging in the never-ending stream of helium. As his hips continued to flare out, the thoroughly ballooned pokemon found himself balancing on the tips of his toes. Each tick of a nearby clock added another inch of girth while being accompanied by a cacophony of squeaks and stretching noises from the pokemon.
Not long after, one foot had left the ground entirely with the others following close behind until this small blimp found himself free-floating in the empty gymnasium, still takin in helium with the intent of getting as big as possible. Unfortunately, just as Floatzel found himself rotated upside down, a sudden surge of pressure within him caused Floatzel to belch out the hose mid inflation… much to the dismay of the now comically round pokemon.
While the hose sputtered about below him, Floatzel took a moment to recuperate. Squeaks continued to fill the room as Floatzel turned his head to see how stretched out and shiny he had become under the gym’s overhead lights. Floatzel extended his partially inflated paws to his sides and began rubbing over his now ballooned curves. As the sound of rubbing rubber rang out once more, Floatzel bit his lips shut, fighting the urge to moan out in pleasure in fear of someone outside hearing or worse accidentally letting out precious helium (not like the constant squeaking was any quieter).
As the ecstatic weasel slowly spun while floating upwards, he could see his shadow distorting beneath him as the gas in him moved around. After bouncing off the ceiling with a clear boooiing. The flood of sensations tingling every part of his body drove Floatzel to press deep into his gut… pushing more gas out of the way, streetttchhhiiinnnggg out his sides even wider and base of his tail to fwoooommph up from underneath him. This time his ballooning tail tapped the ground at an angle sending the helpless pokemon rebounding off the floor towards nearby walls. The sounds of rubber rubbing against itself and a balloon bouncing off walls continued as the oversized giggling orange balloon continued to play with his curves, displacing gas to different body parts while enjoying the sensation of stretching out all over and bouncing around. At one point Floatzel found himself bouncing off a bleacher, off the roof, and into the hoop of one of the basketball stands. Unfortunately for Floatzel, his massive size prevented him from passing through the hoop and he rebounded off the board. But, he still counted that as a score.
“Heh heh heh… Guess that’s one point to me!”
Stretching out to this size isn’t rare for this sea weasel. But, acquiring enough helium to float in addition to getting so big was rare. So when faced with the opportunity, this happy pokemon would lunge at the tank any day. As for how long this balloon would stay afloat, or how much time had passed was anyone’s guess… but Floatzel wasn’t complaining. As far as he was concerned, he had the gym, his thoroughly ballooned body, and a tank of helium all to himself.
“M-Maybe I should get b-bigger...” the ballooned pokemon squeaked under his dazed-like state. Reaching down, he gave his gut another squeeze, prompting his entire body to swell out once more.
With a bit of planning and a lot of sheer luck, Floatzel redirected his bounce in the direction of the tank and managed to grab hold of the hose and knob once more. Without hesitation, he plugged himself back in and cranked the knob even wider.
What happened after that can only be described as pure bliss for the weasel…
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Lunch eventually came to a close, and the third period eventually rolled around. The next gym class tried to make their way into the gym but found themselves blocked out by a mysterious force. Each time someone tried to push the door open, an arrangement of rubber squeaking noises filled the hallway along with the sounds of an over delighted and possibly clocked out pokemon. Eventually, some students managed to push their way past the rubber barrier blocking the entrance, underneath what they now knew was a giant balloon, only to discover a massively blimped Floatzel filling up half of the gym next to an empty helium tank. It took a while for Floatzel to recover from his dazed state and deflate back to his normal size only to have to be helped over to nurse’s office to make sure he was okay.
After fully recovering, it was later determined how Floatzel managed to get into the gym AND that the sweetener used in the school lunches enhanced balloon pokemon’s stretchiness! This was used to explain how Floatzel was able to get into the gym so easily and grow so big. But, despite the whole ordeal, when confronted to explain the situation to the school principal, Floatzel explained.
“I was only trying to enjoy Blimp Day!” said Floatzel with his best puppy face. Since no one was hurt during the incident and it happened to be on a day surrounding inflatable pokemon, Floatzel was let off with nothing more than a warning. After being released from the office, Floatzel collected his things and began making his way to class. To Floatzel, getting so large was rare but he figured he could probably have gotten just as big without the sweetener (it’d just take a while).
Then, just as he was about to reach his classroom, the afternoon dismissal bell rang across campus. It was now the end of the school day.
Sigh, “I guess I better go apologize to my teachers and ask for the day’s assignments.”
But before Floatzel could open the door, the intercom came on,
"Students exiting the campus are advised to use the south exit as the north exit is currently unavailable."
It took a second to fully understand the announcement, but then it clicked. Floatzel smiled knowing full well what and who that message was referring to. Not wanting to leave a friend stuck, Floatzel made a note to message his teachers later and turned around to head for the north exit.
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The End
After some of the feedback from the last story, I wanted to try again at making another story. But, this one's a bit longer. As always constructed feedback is always appreciated (could be about the image or the story. Either way, I hope everyone gets a smile out of this one XD
Buizel © Game Freak
P.S. I plan on coming back to illustrate some of the scenes from this story
Category All / Inflation
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Any
Size 3360 x 2163px
This story was SUPER FUNNY AND SUPER CUTE! Absolutely AMAZING work! I also like how you made Buizel and Floatzel polar opposites when it comes to inflation. I also like how you tied this story with your last story! This was perfect because I go back to school tomorrow! Since you plan to draw some of the scenes, could you please draw a FULLY inflated Floatzel in the gym and the puppy face in the principle office (just an idea). Great work as always! =^w^=
P.S: I LOVE your Santa hat Latios icon! Super cute!
P.S: I LOVE your Santa hat Latios icon! Super cute!
Thanks! I think it'd be fun to see what some of the other scenes would look like XD
Gosh... You do such an amazing job of bringing these balloonies to life! I love that so much, and not just with these stories and pics, but many of the things you make like the recent latias/latios miniseries!
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