“We’re hoooome!” called a feminine, cheerful, and somewhat muffled voice. Nick felt a pair of paws, rubbery and soft like toys, but impossibly strong and animate as well, pull him out from the inflatable kangaroo pouch he’d been forced down into. He was blinded by the sudden light for a moment, but then he made out his surroundings— he was in a pastel-colored bedroom with a high ceiling and light streaming through the tall windows along one wall. A second later he saw how glossy everything was, the gently curved corners of every wall and piece of furniture… It was all inflatable.

Much like the kangaroo who had brought him here. As she sat the human down on the hollow, puffy bed, Nick finally got a good look at the living balloon: she was tall, anthropomorphic, with a shiny, pastel purple latex coat. She had an ample chest but a massive belly and hips, giving her a pear-shaped figure only strengthened by the thick toy tail that waved behind her. With long lashes on her painted-on, cartoony green eyes and tall ears gently puffed up like the rest of her, she was a figure that exuded sweetness and endearment. Nick knew her name: Ana. He had purchased her like any other inflatable toy, but when the description called her “lively”, well, it was clear now that the description was understating things.

He blushed a bit at the sight of her. She was every bit as curvy and pretty as the box and photos online promised. But still bewildered by the sudden change in scenery, he asked, “How… how did we get here? One minute I’m in my room blowing— blowing you up, and the next think I know I’m—”

“Home! You’re home, that’s where you are!” The kangaroo snatched up Nick in her paws again, this time to hug him tightly against her wide belly, which was the size of an exercise ball at least. Nick blushed hotly at the feeling of puffy, balloon-like rubber pressed so closely against his whole body, the gentle, low creak of latex rubbing and stretching around him, and found himself relaxing almost against his will. “Where I can protect my little girl forever and ever,” Ana crooned.

“‘Your little girl’?” Nick repeated, still comfortably held in Ana’s embrace. “You have a daughter?”

“That’s right, sweetie! She’s the cutest little thing! She just needs to get changed, is all.” the living toy replied. She released her hold on Nick, then did a little hop backwards, her massive belly wobbling as she reached into her pouch again. This time, the giant kangaroo pulled out a massive pile of hot pink rubber that squeaked loudly as it came out of the pouch.

Nick idly noted that it seemed impossible that he didn’t feel it when he was in there, or that something so big it fit inside the pouch without even making a bump in Ana’s form, but he had long since given up on logic and reason when it came to this magical balloon.

Ana held out the pink latex towards Nick. “Go on, cutie, get yourself changed!”

The human blinked, and then his eyes finally made out the shape of the rubber and the zipper on it— it was an inflatable kangaroo suit! Then he gasped softly as he made the connection. “Wait— you think I’m your son?”

“I know that you’re my daughter,” Ana clarified. “Now please get changed, my dear!”

“B-but I’m not a girl, I’m—” Nick was cut off by a massive paw to the mouth.

“Mm-mm-mm! Mother knows best!”

Nick sighed through his nose, then gently brushed the paw out of the way. “Look, Ana, all I’m saying is—”

“Good-ness-me!” Ana interrupted, tossing the roo suit aside to scoop up Nick once more, this time carrying him towards an empty corner of the large bedroom. “Talking back to your momballoon, why I never!” She gently set the squirming human down in the corner, then turned around to squish him against the puffy walls with her massive balloonie tail.

Nick yelped softly as that tail came down on him, practically encasing him in balloony softness. Any movement he made was gently but firmly resisted by his puffy enclosure, and any sound he made was drowned out by the squeaks and creaks of the latex surrounding him.

“Your timeout will end when you promise to get changed into that pretty kangaroo suit I made just for you, and to stop talking back to your mother,” Ana declared.

The human reasoned he could probably throw off the giant balloon without too much effort, but he realized… he didn’t want to. Strangely, he liked where he was, closed in by a big balloon girl on one side and a soft balloon home on the other. And besides, maybe if he played along, he’d get a chance to get back to his real home.

“Okay, yes, I promise,” Nick replied.

“Hmm, I’m not sure I like your tone,” Ana mused, leaning against Nick to press her balloon of a tail even closer against him. “I want to hear ‘I promise, Mommy!’” She said the phrase in a cheerful, silly tone of voice.

Nick sighed, but found himself smiling goofily anyway. “I promise, Mommy!” he parroted as best he could.

“Good girl!” The tail came off of him, but hardly a moment passed before he was picked up and put right back on the king-sized balloon bed. This time, Nick didn’t need prompting; he obediently began suiting up right away, stepping his feet through the zipper on the back of the suit, then pushed his arms and head in before getting the rest of his body inside the latex kangaroo costume. It was delightfully soft and smooth inside, and sure enough, it was a perfect fit for him once Ana zipped it up. The pupils of the suit’s eyes, he found, were made of a semi-transparent latex that he could see through but others couldn’t, hiding any trace of his humanity. All that was lacking was air; the inflatable suit sagged from ears to tail, leaving it feeling rather baggy on the human.

But that would be rectified soon as Mommy— did he just think of her as “Mommy”? ...As Ana leaned over to open the valve on the end of the suit’s tail. “Let’s get you nice and full, sweetums,” she crooned, then blew into the nozzle. Nick felt air rush through the suit all around him almost immediately, and couldn’t help but smile to himself as his outfit become fuller and softer still by the moment. His feet became cushioned by inflatable paws, the whitish-pink belly and hips of the suit filled out to give him a modest pear-shape, complete with a conspicuous pouch of his own. His hands already felt covered by rubber mittens, but the addition of air seemed to turn them into proper pink toy kangaroo paws. Looking down at them, he also noticed— with a rush of embarrassment— that the suit’s chest was filling out too, giving him breasts that would be ample on any human, but seemed to fit his thick, hot-pink roo suit just right. Toy ears perked to airy attention above him while the toy tail Ana blew into filled out long and thick like hers.

Nick realized that the suit’s valve was now out of reach for him.

Ana, still smiling sweet as can be, bounced back around in front of him to pet and rub his suited figure, filling the air with more squeaks as taut balloon paws squealed against the taut balloon suit. Nick squirmed a little from the massaging, trying not to giggle, and couldn’t be more grateful that Ana couldn’t see his massive grin. “You’re so pretty and soft, Jilly!” Ana cooed as she rubbed. “My perfect little girl, so cute and curvy!”

“Ah, Jilly?” Nick asked. “My name is—”

“Ubupbupbup!” Ana interrupted, immediately bouncing forward to squash Nick beneath her belly. The suited human eeped as he toppled over, far less mobile in a suit so wide and thick, and this time, he wasn’t sure he could get up even if he tried. But still, the feeling of so many layers of rubbery softness holding him down was… blissful, if he was honest. “You are Jilly, my perfect, precious little balloon daughter. Once you understand that, you can come out of timeout!”

Nick huffed and helplessly wriggled in his balloon suit. He knew what he had to say, but… oh, he might as well get it over with. “Yes, Mommy, my name is Jilly, your balloon daughter!” he said in his best girly voice.

And somehow, on some level, he— no, she suddenly believed it.

“My perfect, precious balloon daughter,” Ana corrected even as she bounced off of…

...Of Jilly.

Ana scooped up the pink kangaroo again, this time to deposit her in front of a mirror. Jilly gasped at the sight of her own curvy body, and found herself blushing lightly at the girly color palette, the long painted-on lashed, and the wide grin painted on her muzzle. Considering she was grinning on the inside too, she…

...No, even if she changed her expression on the inside, on the outside her expression was fixed in a wide, happy, even ditzy grin.

“Aren’t you excited to be my perfect little girl forever and ever?” Ana said, smirking a little.

“F-forever?” How would she eat or drink wearing a suit like this? And what about her old life? She still needed to get back home, didn’t she? “But—”

A giant balloon— rather, Ana’s belly— pressed into Jilly from behind, cutting her off her protest and her train of thought. “No ‘but’s! Mother knows best.”

“M… Mother knows best,” Jilly said in resignation.

“Good girl.” Jilly got a squeaky pat on the head.

Ana proceeded to lean down, lying on her ballooned belly to reach the valve on the end of Jilly’s tail. Jilly gasped. “W-wait, but the suit’s already—”

“Mother knows best,” Ana repeated once again just before blowing into the tail.

Jilly could only bashfully yelp as the suit resumed inflating. Its stretchy rubber almost seemed to welcome the air, growing up and out without resistance— minus the helpless pressing and rubbing of Jilly, that is. Air seemed to accumulate especially in her breasts, going from ample melons to enormous beach balls in hardly a few moments. Her rear followed suit, her legs slowly being forced apart as thick kangaroo thighs reached the size of tree trunks, with two more beach balls just beneath her bloating tail.

She was helpless to respond, her suit already bloated too big to move comfortably, and plus Ana’s remarkably strong grip held her firmly in place. All she could do was feel over her own overblown suit, the strong rubber still yielding easily to her suited paws. She shuddered and squirmed as those paws traced deep, squeaky circles over her hourglass figure— she could swear she felt it like it was her real body!

Then two more huge paws came to deeply massage her chest, the twin balloons puffing and squishing and squeezing in such a way as to make Jilly purr in sheer pleasure. They traced all around, even deep into her cleavage, then ran down her relatively thin waist before spreading out to feel over Jilly’s enormous rear end.

“My little girl’s all blown up into a beautiful balloonie lady, hasn’t she? So curvy and full, why, you’d be the envy of the whole town! Go on, see for yourself, sweetie!”

Jilly obediently looked in the mirror, and sure enough, her shiny, pink figure had gone from pear-shaped to an extreme hourglass, leaving her looking more like a caricature of a bombshell beauty than anything remotely reasonable with her m— with Ana just behind her, still smiling happily, still petting over her ballooned suit. Jilly looked absolutely ridiculous.

And strangely, she loved it.

“Buuuut…” Ana continued, giving Jilly’s butt a quick squeeze before hopping back to her tail. “I think you can get muuuuch bigger than this!”

“Bigger?! But—” Jilly’s shock was cut off, replaced by the feeling of air rushing and swirling all around her suit once again. This time, the air spread out more evenly, bloating her belly and limbs and even paws in equal measure. Her arms began to starfish out much like her legs, resting on the marshmallow-soft suit as it blew up to absurdity. It was as if the rest of her body was catching up to match her overblown assets, taking her from an hourglass figure to looking practically obese— yet she felt ligher than ever.

Creaakkk went her belly as it inflated to meet her breasts, rubbing against them with each inch of growth and gently helping them rise as it swelled out to the size of a small exercise ball, easily three feet across. Squeaakkkk went her paws as they swelled too, pressed against her belly, as, well, what else could Jilly do but let it happen? Those handpaws went from mitten-like to hilariously oversized, gaining in size what they lost in dexterity, while the footpaws beneath lost mobility in the trade.

Her arms and legs fattened right up as well, filling with air to go from dainty limbs to puffy logs as Ana huffed and puffed. It was hard enough to bring her arms down with her bloated ball of a body, but now it was nearly impossible. A little ways down, too, her legs were spread far apart as trunk-like inflatable thighs squeaked as swelled. Jilly felt as though she had pillows all throughout her suit for how stuck and stuffed she felt.

Ana once again capped the valve to bounce back to Jilly’s side for more petting and cuddling, giggling sweetly as she squeezed their pouched bellies together. The smaller kangaroo felt for all the world like some squeaky toy or kangaroo-shaped stress ball, useless for anything but being hugged and squeezed while making silly squeaky sounds, a sentiment which she voiced.

“I… I can hardly move,” Jilly huffed.

“Oh, is that right?” Ana replied, releasing her bear hug and stepping back. “Show me, honey! Try to move around.”

Jilly complied, uselessly flapping her arms as she rotated her whole body to take one step after another, her thick thighs squealing together as if in protest at the idea that Jilly ever walk! It took nearly thirty seconds for her to walk from the bed back to the mirror— a distance hardly a few meters.

Ana tsked and shook her head at the sight of it. “Ohh, nonono, that won’t do one bit. Hold still, sweetie, Momma will fix that for you.” She bounced back around to Jilly’s tail as the pink roo breathed a sigh of relief. “Don’t worry, Mommy will make sure you never have to move again!”

Jilly gasped, but there was nothing she could do while air once again filled her suit. Helpless to move, let alone resist Ana’s steady, filling breaths, Jilly had no choice but to accept the way her legs were spreading further apart, her belly bloating until it touched the ground, and the pink beach balls she called a chest expanding to block out most of her vision. Her paws, too, bloated up; straining to move her pillowy arms, she eventually got them in view just in time to see them lose all definition, smoothing out into massive, round mitts that wouldn’t look out of place on a regular pooltoy. She tried to wiggle her toes, but without success— they must have been made into useless pooltoy paws too.

By the time Ana closed Jilly’s tail valve again, that tail had become the size of a tree trunk, bloated and stiff behind a vaguely kangaroo-shaped ball. Jilly’s limbs had been blown up thicker than she was without the suit on, while her vision was mostly the light pink rubber of her own overinflated bosom, and if she really tried, she could rub her blimp of a belly with her smooth, featureless paws. It was a little easier to lean forward, though, immediately squishing Jilly’s giant tum against the soft, ballooned floor. What was much harder was getting even the slightest bit of leverage to take a step— she could, just barely, but just leaving the room would take minutes.

...If she could get through the door at all. She felt like she was living in a giant, inflatable cushion.

“That’s much better, isn’t it, honey?” Ana cooed, using her far more dexterous paws to rub and squeak Jilly’s blimpy form. She still towered over the pink kangaroo, but the size difference seemed much smaller with how massively overblown the suit had become. “Why, I think you were always meant to be a big, fat, helpless, silly balloonie girl!”

“I-I’m, n-not…” It was hard for Jilly to even think straight with her whole body cushioned so blissfully by the giant balloon suit. “N-not helpless…” she forced out.

“Oooh? I’m not sure about that, teehee!” Ana swings her hips forward, bumping Jilly with her belly and toppling the rubber roo over. Jilly yelped in response, helplessly bounced and rolled, uselessly flailing her arms and legs as she came to rest on her size. “Oops! Looks like someone’s a klutz, letting a balloon knock them over, heeheehee!”  Ana easily picked up Jilly to set her back on her paws. “Such a silly, helpless, airhead!” she teased.

That prompted the rounder kangaroo to huff, indignant. “I might be helpless, but I’m not stupid. I’m no airhead,” she grumbled.

“You don’t think so?” Ana hummed in thought. “Actually, I think you’re right! But don’t worry, that’s an easy fix too!”

“W-w-wait!” Jilly exclaimed, but Ana didn’t hesitate for a second as she leaned down to kiss Jilly’s muzzle and blow. Against all reason, Jilly felt air begin to fill the head of the suit, flowing into the ears and cheeks to bloat and round them out— even a little stayed in the muzzle itself, making it thicker and rounder.

This inflation was thankfully a short one, but that was all it took to make Jilly’s tall ears stiff and wobbly, and her cheeks so full that they blocked out even more of her vision. Jilly blushed, but still protested, “C-c’mon, An— I mean, Mommy, I-I can be your silly little girl! I j-just don’t think looking so silly is really necessary, since—”

“Shhhshshsh!” Ana put a finger to Jilly’s bloated nose to interrupt her. “Mother knows best! In fact, I think…” She smiles widely. “I think this is exactly how you should look forever!”

“B-but I—”

“Mm-mm-mm, no buts! I’d send you to timeout for that, but I don’t think I have to do anything at all to keep you still and behaving now!”

Jilly yelped, but couldn’t even formulate a response. Ana was right. Jilly could only move if that motherly balloon let her.

That motherly balloon continued by tittering as she pawed at those wobbly balloon ears and squished those extra full cheeks. “So puffy, so full, just like your silly airheaded brain,” she teased in a sweet voice.

Jilly knew better than to talk back this time.

“Gotta keep your head nice and full of air, that way it doesn’t fill up with aaaany thoughts at all!” Jilly was quite aware of some thoughts already in her head, but, again, no use telling Ana that. “You’ll be so empty-headed you won’t even understand what worrying means, let alone hold a single care between these big ol’ things!” She squished Jilly’s taut ears, which squealed like balloons in response. “So you can just be my sweet, happy, paw-bappy roo balloon daughter… forever!”

Well… at least she’d be happy, Jilly thought.

“Yes, I think this body will suit you just fine ‘til the end of time!” Ana nodded to herself. “Let me just…” Ana hopped back around Jilly once again; the pink kangaroo felt Ana fiddle with the zipper on her back before— click!

Jilly felt a dizzying rush for a moment, overwhelming all sensation before… .

..Wow, did she ever feel full. Like she’d stuffed herself on a three course meal five times over kind of full! She rubbed her belly—

And realized she could feel it—  the belly of the suit! What’s more, she could feel her paws— her paws, smooth and featureless as they were, they tickled her mind with the pure sensation of puffed, stretchy, empty rubber squeaking against itself. What’s more, her vision was clear— no longer looking through a half-transparent pair of pupils, the world was in full definition again! In disbelief, she reached a hand— well, a paw up to feel her face. It was a struggle to fight against her own pillowy limbs— doubly so for how amazing it felt for those limbs to actually be hers— but eventually she patted her own face, finding it just as smooth and squeaky as the rest of her.

She felt so, so light besides, like a light breeze could send her hurtling through the air! And, she realized with a shiver, it probably could. As best she could tell, her human body was just missing from the suit altogether. She was the suit.

“Wh… what did you… do…?” Her voice was more or less the same; she decided not to question how she was speaking without lungs or a proper mouth.

“Why, I just put a Forever Lock on your zipper!” Ana explained, pawing at the softly jingling metal lock on Jilly’s back. “Now there’s nothing anyone can do, ever, to make you into anything but what you are now! Plus, this is your new normal size. No deflating for my precious pillowy princess!”

“Y… you were serious?!” Jilly exclaimed. She would have felt hollow inside at the realization if she wasn’t already hollow. “B-but what about my career, my goals, my—”

“More and more backtalk, goodness me!” Ana interrupted, tsking some more. “Maybe mommy’s little girl needs a bit of help being happy, ditzy balloon…” She reached into her pouch again, this time pulling out a white ring of latex with a little gold tag reading “AIRHEAD” on it; Jilly recognized it as an inflatable collar. Ana immediately slipped the loose collar over Jilly’s head, positions it on her neck, then blew into the valve, rapidly getting it comfortably snug beneath Jilly’s full cheeks and muzzle.

“There, how’s that fit, sweetie?” Ana asked.

“Err, fine, I guess?” Jilly replied— or tried to, anyway. Instead a high-pitched, overwhelmingly girly voice spoke, “Wowwwww, it’s so soft and cozy! Thank you, Mommy!”

Jilly gasped. “W-wait, was that me? What did you do to my voice?”

“Yay! My voice is all silly and girly now! Just like me, heehee!” is what filled the air instead.

“That’s right!” Ana replied, tugging Jilly into a hug. “The last piece of the puzzle to make you my perfect little girl!” Their overblown bellies creaked softly as they bulged out against one another in easily the softest, cushiest hug the pink kangaroo had ever felt. Far from living in a cushion, now she was the cushion.

“I guess there’s nothing I can do, huh?” Jilly sighed in resignation, just trying to enjoy the hug.

“Hooray! Mommy’s so perfect, she even made me perfect too!” Jilly “said” instead.

“Awww, thank you, sweetie,” Ana cooed, nuzzling Jilly’s nose. As she leans back, she continues, “Now, then! I think it’s time for lunch. Your first meal as the balloonie roo you were always meant to be!”

Jilly’s response, “I mean, I don’t know how I can eat like this, but okay,” became “Oh, yes, please, Mommy! I’m sooooo hungry, let’s go right now!”

“Oh, sweetie, we have to get you dressed first! Lunch is a very formal affair, after all, teeheehee!”

The bloated kangaroo’s confused “Huh?” became a gasp of delight. “Oh! Oh! I want to dress up as a pretty pretty princess, please, Mommy? Pleeaaase!” Inwardly, she blanched. A… pretty princess…?

“Ooooh!” Ana squealed with delight, putting her paws to her cheeks as her tail waved back and forth. “That’s such a cute idea! I think we just have to dress you up, Your Highness, teeheehee!”

“Yaaaaay! I’m a pretty princess, I’m a pretty princess!” Jilly was forced to cheer.

“Now you wait right there, sweetie, Momma will be right back with a dress fit for royalty!”

Jilly’s resigned response of “Okay” became a saccharine “Okay, Mommy!”

Ana patted Jilly on the head between those taut, wobbly ears, then bounced out of the bedroom, giving Jilly just a moment alone with her thoughts. She found herself strangely enjoying it all— every option for movement or expression, let alone escape, was taken away from her. But in return, she’d been promised a new life, that, while humiliating in many ways, was… blissful, even, at the same time.

But that was all she was able to consider before Ana came right back, this time carrying a thick, shiny, white latex dress in her arms. As she shook out the wrinkles, Jilly made note of the pink embroidery-like decals all swirling into heart shapes, the baby-blue ribbons lining the skirt of the dress, and the translucent, plastic, deep blue “jewel” set into the collar like an amulet.

She also noticed how incredibly wide the dress was and… and red text on the stretched belly of it, reading “Mommy’s Pretty Princess Balloon”.

It was all Jilly could do not to yelp in sheer embarrassment. “Y-you’re not really making me wear that, are you?”

“I looove iiiitt! Put it on, Mommy, I want to wear it right away, all day forever!”

Oh, right.

Ana chuckled sweetly in response to Jilly’s forced words. “Of course, sweetie! Now be a good girl and hold still while Mommy gets you dressed…”

Not that Jilly had a choice, but she nonetheless didn’t resist the toy kangaroo when she tugged the skirt of the dress over her head, then her chest, then pulling hard enough to make Jilly’s body squeak and bulge out as Ana struggled to get that skirt over Jilly’s blimp of a belly. Finally, with a loud squea-BWOOMF sound, the dress was on. The sleeves were no issue; Jilly’s arms were so stiff and bloated as to slide right through.

The dress was still loose and baggy, even on Jilly’s hilariously overblown proportions, but that was fixed almost immediately as Ana got on her belly to reach the valve on the skirt of the dress— again, well out of Jilly’s reach.

The balloon’s powerful “lungs” got the dress swelling up in short order, going from loose to form-fitting to snug to downright tight and cushiony with each breath. The sleeves blew up enormously round, taking just a little more mobility from the pink balloonie as they squished against both her sides and cheeks at once. The “shirt” of the dress blew up just right to accentuate Jilly’s pillow-sized breasts further, but did just as much to the weather balloon Jilly called a belly. The skirt simultaneously flared out and pushed inward as it ballooned up, giving the bloated kangaroo a distinct ballgown look even as it cushioned her legs in pillowy, rubbery, restrictive softness.

As Jilly wiggled what little she could from a curious mix of embarrassment and sheer pleasure, the tautly-puffed dress squeaked loudly against her, and she somehow felt like even more of a balloon for it. She could just barely put her paws down enough to pat the skirt of the dress and found herself enjoying its bouncy, firm feel— not to mention the way it softly squeezed her legs with each push.

“It… feels kind of good,” Jilly admitted.

“Eeeee! Bestest balloon dress ever! Am I a pretty pretty princess now, Mommy?” Jilly actually said.

“Of course you are, my dear!” Ana wraps the dressed-up kangaroo in a big bear hug, the squeaks of rubber from all sides almost deafening in Jilly’s ears. “And you always will be.”

“Yaaaay!”

If Jilly really was stuck in this huge, puffy balloon dress forever… well, at least it was really comfy.

“And now that you’re all prim and proper, I think it’s about time we have lunch!” Ana continued. She hopped a few steps towards the doorway, and beckoned for Jilly to follow.

Obediently, the pink kangaroo tried to follow, doing her best to get some amount of leverage to get one of her massive paws up… then bring it forward… and back down, nearly losing her balance in the process.

A single step that took twenty seconds, at least.

Ana giggled, hopped back to Jilly, and deftly scooped her up. Jilly barely fit atop Ana’s wide belly now, but it was still a rather comfortable spot, her back comfortably against Ana’s wide belly and her paws in the air. Not to mention, the ease with which she was lifted and the way she hardly pressed into the bigger roo’s belly… it was a stark reminder of the feather-light toy balloon she had become.

“Oops! I almost forgot!” Ana said, grinning and tittering. “My little girl’s just an overblown airhead, after all! Can’t even remember how to walk, teeheehee!” She kisses Jilly’s nose as she bounces on out of the bedroom.

“I-I know how to walk,” Jilly protested, even though she knew it was pointless. “It’s just that I can barely move in this dress.”

“You’re right, Mommy! Sorry! I’m just your big silly airhead, heehee! Thank you for doing all the walking for me, that’s so nice of you!”

“Ohhh, no need to apologize,” Ana replied, giving Jilly another kiss. “I love you just the way you are!”

“I love you too, Mommy!”

Ana cooed in delight as she took Jilly down the hall and down a staircase to the ground floor; Jilly could tell by the sight of an inflatable garden through the windows. Just around the corner was a kitchen, which looked fairly normal aside from everything from the oven to the cabinets being soft, inflatable vinyl. Jilly was then deposited on a cushy bench in the dining room just beyond, one wide enough to hold her whole massive rear as her ballooned dress puffs out around the seat. Ana then bounces on back to the kitchen, and Jilly notes that if tries, she can just make out the table in front of her over her belly and chest; it was currently empty.

But not for long, as the smell of a baking pie fills the room. Jilly’s mouth would be watering if it still could; the pie smelled just heavenly! A thought occurred to her. “Wait, pie for lunch? And how can I eat if I can’t even open my mouth?” She realized it was pointless a moment too late.

“Yaaay! Pie for lunch, pie for lunch, best Mommy ever!”

“That’s right, sweetie! Puffpie and airy ice cream!”

Jilly was forced to gasp with delight.

Ana then returned in her usual hopping gait, this time carrying two platters each loaded with half a large pie and enough scoops of ice cream to match. Both glistened far more than they should— they must be inflatable too. She deposited one plate in front of Jilly— which put it out of view, thanks to her weather balloon breasts— and took her own to the opposite side of the bench. She bumped her hips playfully against Jilly as she sat down; the overblown kangaroo would have toppled right over were it not for the giant inflatable dress keeping her upright.

“Don’t you worry, there’s no such thing as dieting in this world,” Ana reassures, taking a bite of inflatable pie with her inflatable spoon, somehow. It didn’t deflate, just… changed into an inflatable pie with a bite out of it, complete with an inflatable bite of pie on the spoon. “You can eat as much as you want, then just deflate back down if you get too big!” Then the bigger kangaroo titters, a paw to her muzzle as she grins. “Oops! I forgot. My big silly helium-brained princess can’t remember all of that!”

“I don’t wanna think, Mommy! I just wanna be a pretty balloonie princess and eat yummy puffpie!”

Jilly didn’t even try to say anything that time! …Maybe she should stop trying and just “say” whatever her collar wants her to say, she considered. Nothing would really change, right?

Ana wobbled Jilly’s overblown ears and patted one of her rounded cheeks. “Don’t worry, honey, Mommy will do all the thinking for you! You just enjoy your pie now; don’t go trying to put any thoughts in that empty head of yours, okay?”

“Okay, Mommy!” Jilly does actually comply, too— or try to, anyway. She reaches a paw down, but considering it was hard enough just to reach her own belly, there was no way she was getting around that bed-sized balloon to her plate.

“Hmmmph! Mommyyyy! I can’t figure out how to eat!” That was… only technically true. If she could just reach her plate, she could eat just fine.

“Oops, that’s right! Sorry, sometimes I forget just how much of an airhead my big girl is,” Ana replies in a saccharine voice. “I guess I’ll just have to feed you myself!”

“Thank you, Mommy, you’re the best!”

Ana continues by lifting Jilly’s plate up over her cleavage, then using a fork to shovel a massive scoop of pie against Jilly’s permanently grinning muzzle. Inexplicably, the pie vanished, and Jilly’s mouth was filled with the delicious taste of the most heavenly fruit pie she’s ever had. She couldn’t pin down what fruit it was, but she hardly had time to consider— by the time she had swallowed that first massive bite (somehow), another was shoved in her face. This time it was the ice cream, which tasted like vanilla, but somewhat different, and much better as well.

She could feel her body beginning to swell up yet again with each bite she took— puffpie wasn’t just a silly name, it seemed. Her belly creaked and squealed as it stretched out against her inflatable princess dress. She felt the table get farther away, too, as she inflated; there wasn’t enough pressure to move the bench, so she ended up pinned between soft toy table and soft toy seat, further adding to her immobility.

As the pie and ice cream vanished in mere minutes, Jilly could feel a haze blurring her mind— that same feeling she always got when she ate to her heart’s content, but when combined with the relaxing bliss of her blimped up balloon body, the kangaroo was surprised she didn’t just fall asleep right then and there.

“I’m soooo fullll, Mommy.” Jilly’s collar expressed the sentiment for her. “Is it naptime now?”

“Ooh, not yet, dearie! It’s playtime first!” Ana took another bite of her own dessert-lunch before putting Jilly’s inflatable dishes in the inflatable sink.

Meanwhile, Jilly was forced to gasp with delight again. “Yayyy, playtime! Did you get me any toys, Mommy? Did you? Pleeaaasse?”

“Ohh, of course I did, sweetie!” Ana replied, saccharine as always. She lifted Jilly out of her seat; despite the pink princess being more bloated than ever, it only seemed easier for Ana to carry her around like an enormous beach ball. Toted overhead, Jilly was carried out of the kitchen and into the adjoining room— a wide-open area with little in the way of furniture, but plenty of regular balloons big and small. There were inflatables pool toys, too, from dolphins to dinos and everything between.

“Wowww, look at all the pretty balloons! Are these all mine, Mommy?” Jilly “asked”.

In response, Ana set down Jilly among them all and kissed her forehead. “My silly airheaded girl, of course they’re all yours! But these aren’t your only toys…!”

Jilly let out a squeal of delight as Ana reached into her pouch yet again. She found that she had brought her paws up to her cheeks from happiness as well— was she legitimately enjoying all this?

Ana pulled out three huge deflated balloons— one brown, one white, and one yellow with black spots. They were oddly shaped, but it only took a moment for Jilly to realize why— these were a Lopunny, kitsune, and jaguar balloon, respectively. She blushed, and wondered if the blush was visible on her forever-grinning face.

Ana smirked at Jilly, then raised the jaguar’s tail to her mouth— a deep, belly-swelling breath was followed by the hollow sound of the balloon inflating and stretching; little squeaks emitted from the toy as it expanded, getting bigger, shinier, and just a tad transparent. Well, maybe “it” wasn’t the right term; the sultry expression and long painted-on lashes on the jaguar led Jilly to assume the toy was a she.

Doubly so as the toy jaguar approached the size of a real jaguar— at that point, she began to stir, a low purr rumbling in her rubber throat as her wide paws found footing on the inflatable floor. Ana stopped inflating the cat shortly thereafter, leaving it just a little more plump than normal, which Jilly only found more endearing. Then, the moment Ana tied up her squeaking tail nozzle, the jaguar pounced on Jilly, and would have toppled her over were it not for the massive kangaroo tail in the way.

As the big cat purred and kneaded on Jilly’s inflatable dress— making her blush as those paws felt and pushed at her beach ball-sized breasts— Ana introduced her. “This is Lyta,” she said, rubbing the rubber cat’s shiny back. “She doesn’t talk much, but she’s awfully cuddly, and I think she loves you lots!”

“Hi Lyta! I love you too!”

That response only made the cat cuddle deeper, a rumble deep in her rubber throat as she pawed at the roo. Meanwhile, Ana was inflating the next balloon— the kitsune. Many snow-white tails filled out and stretched as the fox took shape, feral like the jaguar, and significantly bigger at that. In fact, the toy kitsune, white with blue highlights, was nearly big enough to smother Jilly beneath his belly— even in her wide, bell-shaped dress! Based on how things were going, though, Jilly got the feeling that this kitsune would do exactly that sooner or later.

But this time, as their eyes opened and they became animate, they smiled at Jilly and said, “Well, look at this little toy princess! A big silly girl like her needs a bigger, stronger, extra clever fox to look after her, doesn't she?” Based on the pitch, this kitsune was a he.

“Would you be a dear and be a good toy for her, Hansuke?” Ana asked.

“It would be my pleasure,” he purred in response, reaching an enormous blue paw up to rub Jilly’s face, wobble her overblown ears, and pat her big kangaroo snout. “Her Highness is just so cute, after all! How could I say no?”

“Thank you Hansuke! You’ll be the best toy ever!”

And so Jilly was left with a rubber jaguar pawing at her belly and skirt and a rubber fox draping his own enormous forelegs over her chest and face for even squeakier cuddling. From that position, she could just see over Hansuke’s paw to watch Ana blow up the third and final balloon.

While Lopunny already stood on two paws, this one seemed especially anthropomorphic from the thick thighs to the rear and chest that were wider still. Enormous, wobbly ears that could put any other bunny to shame puffed up behind her as she reached her full height at just over six feet tall, putting her just on par with the overinflated Jilly and between the heights of Hansuke and Lyta.

The Lopunny took just one look at Jilly before squealing. “Eeee! A balloonie kanga-princess! Oh my gawd, Ana, why didn’t you say my owner would be someone so cute!” Wiggling her squeaky tush in glee, she bounced right up to Jilly, squished between Lyta and Hansuke, and gave the roo’s belly a hug big enough to make Jilly’s paws, chest, and rear all bulge out from the displaced air. Jilly wasn’t sure she’d ever gotten so many hugs at once.

“Eep! Wow, Miss Lopunny! You’re so nice!”

“Call me Sugar, sugar,” the balloon Lopunny replied with a little laugh. She works her bunny paws deeper into the roo’s sensitively overinflated belly, massaging them with little squeaks. “And what can I call you?”

“I’m—” Jilly tried to say.

“I’m Pretty Puffy Princess Jilly!” her collar interrupted.

“Ooh, so you are a princess!” Sugar said with a soft purr. “Should have guessed from the tiara, hmhm.” She steps back to do a curtsey, bowing forward in such a way that Jilly got a face full of balloonie cleavage, which got her to blush again. “It is an honor to serve you, Your Highness!”

Jilly was forced to make a bunch of girly giggles in response.

“Mommy needs to go tidy up,” Ana said. “Are you ready to have fun with your toys, sweetie? They’ll take extra good care of you, don’t worry!”

“Yes please! I love playtime, especially when I’m playing with cute, pretty balloons!”

“Perfect,” Ana replied, patting Jilly’s head with the biggest balloon paw of them all. A short ear rub later, she stepped back, then addressed the three new balloonies. “Oh, and my sweet little girl is perfectly unpoppable, so don’t you worry about a thing while you play!” And with that, she hopped over to the kitchen, leaving Jilly with all her toys.

But… if taking even a single step was a struggle— doubly so with her overinflating meal— how was she going to play with them at all? She wanted to, embarrassing as that might be, but—

“So… how to play with our new owner?” Hansuke hummed.

“I bet she’s, like, the bounciest balloon ever,” Sugar replied. “Just look at that dress! And have you heard the way she talks? A real helium-brain for sure! That’s gotta count for some extra bounce.”

Even while blushing at the teasing remark, Jilly realized what was going on. Her toys would play with her.

That only made her blush more.

“Hm, not sure if it works that way, but there’s only one way to be sure!” Hansuke responded as he sat on his latex haunches. A moment later, his front paws seized Jilly from either side and threw her into the air! She yelped and was forced to giggle and cheer as she tumbled slowly threw the air— she just caught sight of Lyta crouching down before the jaguar dove at her, sending her right back into the air.

It was strangely exhilarating being used like any other toy. The feeling of being so light, so hollow, so taut like a drum every time she was batted back into the air. Humiliating, probably, but she could tell from the sound of Lyta’s happy yowls, Sugar’s ditzy giggles, and Hansuke’s more calm exclamations that they were having so much fun with her. And that… made her feel rather warm inside her hollow body.

Now and then, Sugar would catch her, rotating the roughly ball-shaped kangaroo in order to see her face to face. Then she would lean forward, kiss Jilly’s nose, and, inexplicably, blow her up a little bigger. Hansuke would do the same, too, and once Lyta pounced atop Jilly just to huff and puff her up, looking as happy as any kitty would with her toys.

Between all the bouncing and puffing, Jilly hardly noticed that she had gotten several feet taller— and wider— than when playtime had started until a lull happened, the three toys resting from their play. Jilly now stood taller than Hansuke! Well, “stood” may not be the best word. At this point, her body— and especially her rear— had been inflated so enormously wide that her paws barely touched the ground at all now, gigantic as they were. Even lifting one of them would be a challenge for Jilly now.

“That was fun!” Hansuke exclaimed. “Who’s ready for round two?”

“No, I wanna play another game first,” Sugar responded, crossing her arms in thought.

“Princess Jilly got so big from all that,” Hansuke commented in the meantime, watching as Lyta purred and rubbed her head all over Jilly. Well, all that the comparatively tiny jaguar could reach.

“Oh!” Sugar clapped her paws together, then rubbed them together, filling the air with little rubbery squeaks. “That gives me an idea! I know just the game we should play. Let’s all take turns teasing our pretty pink princess to bits, and the winner gets to blow her up ‘til she reaches the ceiling!”

“I can judge,” Ana called from the kitchen. “And just make sure she’s deflated enough to fit in bed for naptime after.”

“You betcha!” Sugar called back.

“Oh! Oh! Yes please, that sounds like the best game ever! Inflate me extra super big, yaaaay!”

Hansuke chuckled at the excited, girly response. “Well, you heard Her Highness! Shall we, toys?”

Lyta responded with a somewhat annoyed meow.

“Oh, that’s right, hmmm…”

“You just give Jilly the best teasy massage you can,” Sugar said. Lyta mewed happily in response to that. “But I’m gonna go first ‘cause it was my idea!”

“Okay Miss Sugar! Do your best, heehee!”

“Oh, baby, I will, but first I need a good spot to tease from!” Sugar puts a paw under her short muzzle for a moment, then smirks. She hops high into the air in front of the puffed-up kangaroo, twists around in midair, then gently descends… right on top of Jilly’s face, covering her whole head with balloonie bunny tush.

Jilly wiggled what little she could in sheer embarrassment, but her collar prevented her from saying anything in protest beyond “Eee! Am I a nice and comfy seat Miss Sugar?”

“Oh, the comfiest, Your Highness,” Sugar purrs, wiggling her hips teasingly. “Now, what can I see from my royal cushion? ...Well, I see two big balloons up here,” she complements her words with a deep, sensitive massage of Jilly’s beach ball breasts. Then she twists around, her wide thighs squishing Jilly’s cheeks, her own blimpy chest against Jilly’s back, and her paws reaching down to hug the kangaroo’s thick, airy tail. “Another huge one back here… Oh, and two more beneath the covers.” She slaps Jilly’s dress just above where her blown up behind would be. “Teehee!”

Sugar continues by leaning back up, again settling down with her bum on Jilly’s face. She puts her paws to her cheeks in mock surprise. “Oh, and how could I forget these paws to die for!” She leans to her right, then kisses Jilly’s right paw. Then she leans to the left to do the same to her left paw. “The biggest paws in all the kingdom, my goodness!”

“And last but not least…” Sugar bounces up and down a couple of times on the roo’s face. “This pretty puffy little head! Blown up juuuuust big enough to squeeze all the thoughts out. A balloon princess like you shouldn’t do any thinking at all! That’s why you’ve got us toys, so we can do all the thinking for you.”

“And blow you up more if any thoughts can still fit in that airhead of yours,” Hansuke chimed in.

“Oh, you hush, it’s still my turn!” Sugar said with exaggerated huffiness. “But yes, just as the fox said. Got any thoughts left, my princess?”

“Um, a few, maybe? I’m not sure!”

“Well we can’t be taking chances now, can we! Let me fix that right away!” Sugar readjusts herself, her knees on Jilly’s ample-and-then-some chest so her muzzle can lock to the roo’s. Sugar breathes, making the kangaroo’s head expand just a little as her cheeks take the rest of the air.

It was already hard enough to think with the pair of basketballs Sugar called a butt planted firmly on her face. Let alone amidst all the teasing, but this experience just took it to the next level. Jilly was left in a blissful haze as her head inflated, her ability to form coherent thoughts only slowly returning once Sugar was finished.

“Well, that’s my teasin’, hon.” Sugar hopped right off the roo. “Who’s next?”

Jilly could barely see straight, but she heard a meow, followed by Hansuke saying, “Go right ahead.”

The next thing she felt was Lyta rubbing up against her giant, creaking paws. Each one was half the size of the cat, so she had plenty to paw at and lick with her rough, rubbery tongue. Those paws worked deep, too, stretching at Jilly’s latex in deep, squeaking circles. Despite just how overinflated the kangaroo felt, wherever Lyta massaged, Jilly felt that area relax in the most soothing way.

Lyta worked up from those sensitive paws to her legs, reaching up beneath her dress to relax her thighs. Jilly couldn’t help but squeal and giggle, wriggling her overblown legs what little she could at the sensitive petting. Lyta only purred more in response as she finished her massage there.

Next was her weather balloon belly, and this took Lyta ages. The jaguar leaned against Jilly’s stomach with both front paws, and from there kneaded and squished the belly to work out all the tension left in it. Jilly was forced to sigh, contented, giggling as she thanked the jaguar. Lyta’s response was a meow that Jilly was sure meant, “Oh, but I’m not finished yet!”

With a graceful hop, Lyta balanced atop the kangaroo’s widely protruding belly, giving the toy cat plenty of room to nuzzle up to Jilly’s chest, once more using those wide paws, muzzle, and tongue to caress the two big, sensitive balloons. Even with Jilly’s princess dress to soften the feeling, the kangaroo couldn’t help but squeal and squeak and blush at the very sensual feeling of having her chest massaged by big kitty paws.

Lyta carefully pawed around Jilly’s shoulders to hop down to her rear, deftly balancing on Jilly’s tail with her back paws so her front could pat and paw and rub Jilly’s rear end. Those back paws, too, worked to massage her tail; it was remarkable how balanced the jaguar was, though her weighing hardly half a pound probably helped. Even so, she managed to massage so deep into Jilly’s tush that not an ounce of tension remained— the roo felt as though she hadn’t been blown up at all.

Next came Jilly’s hand-paws, which Lyta treated with the utmost care. Gentle caresses up and down those wide palms to reach of Jilly’s fingers, blimped up like tennis balls to remove all but the most basic ability to grasp things. Assuming she could reach anything over her thick arms, wide belly, and wider dress, anyway. But useless or not, Lyta still persisted in making those overblown, sensitive paws as relaxed as she could. Jilly shuddered a little at the touch— her paws were ticklish after all— but soon sighed again, as happy a balloonie roo as she could be.

Finally Lyta made her way to Jilly’s head, pawing at her wobbly ears like they were kitty toys, licking at her overfilled cheeks, and nuzzling sweetly nose to nose. The jaguar added a little air to Jilly’s head too— not nearly as much as Sugar had, but enough to add a little more tightness to her head and a little more calm to her mind.

The kangaroo nearly toppled over from sheer bliss as Lyta hopped down to the floor after that.

“My turn?” Hansuke asked.

“Yep, your turn! Tease me lots please!”

“Oh, it would be my pleasure,” he purred, pawing up closer. Even with how overinflated Jilly was— on top of her usual huge size— Hansuke stood eye-level to her chest, and he took advantage of this to nose her valley of cleavage.

“After all, royal balloons such as yourself deserve only the highest treatment from their humble toys, no matter how big and talented they may be.” Hansuke put a paw to his own chest with pride. “But I won’t blather on. Let’s talk about you.”

“Do you think I’m cute and pretty?”

“Simply the most endearing, my dear!” The giant fox got up on his hind legs, placed his inflatable paws comfortably by Jilly’s cheeks, and looked her in the eyes with a confident, even sultry smile. “A beautiful, adorable balloon such as yourself deserves to be coddled and praised all her days!”

“All my days?”

“All your days,” Hansuke confirmed with a warm chuckle. His paws gently rocked her back and forth, shifting what little weight from the fronts of her bloated paws to the backs, then back to the front again. Gentle squeaks filled the air as he purred, “Good girl… Such a good girl… Good girl… Good girl…”

It was entrancing. Jilly found herself relaxing more… and more…

...And more…

…When she came to, she felt as refreshed as if she had the best sleep of her night. But she was still right where she was, ballooned to immobility in the play room surrounded by her toys. Hansuke was still hugging her, rubbing into her wide sides with his enormous and squeaky paws. He noticed her waking up, and so gave her a quick squeeze before stepping back beside the others.

“So… happy…” Jilly’s collar sounded as dazed and blissful as she did.

“Sooooo…” Sugar called, glancing towards Ana, who was standing in the doorway. “...Who won the lil’ competition?”

Ana hummed for a moment, one paw idly drumming her taut belly while the other rubbed her squeaky chin. Then she smiles. “I think everyone’s a winner today!”

“Even me, Mommy?”

“Even you, my airheaded sweetie!”

“Yaaaay!”

“But then who will blow up the princess?” Hansuke asked?

“Well, you can all help out! Sugar can give her a kiss, you can blow into her tail valve, Hansuke, and Lyta can make her sure dress is puffed up big enough to still fit her!”

Jilly was forced to gasp. “Three puffs at once? Best day ever!”

“It’s the least you deserve, my pretty airhead,” Hansuke purred as he and the other toys took their places.

With Sugar resting on her chest, Lyta pawing at her side, and Hansuke nosing her belly, it wasn’t long before Jilly was overwhelmed by their combined inflation. Her body rapidly swelled out further, going from gigantic to downright parade-worthy in mere minutes. With her belly blown out like a zeppelin in front of her and her limbs now fully sunken into her ball-like body, moving whatsoever had become a feat in its own.

So Jilly was left to recline in sheer bliss, being treated like the balloon that, deep down, she’d always wanted to be. With half a dozen paws caressing her taut, rubbery body, air stretching all of her out like the most perfect massage, and not the slightest fear of popping besides, the silly kangaroo balloon could just close her eyes and enjoy the heaven her life had become…

Her reverie was finally interrupted by a soft bump and squeak— her ears had bounced against the ceiling, making her nearly thirty feet tall… and wide. Her three toys looked practically tiny compared to her— if she could still move her paws, she could easily hold Lyta in the palm of just one. Even so, they were giving her plenty of warm smiles and caresses as she woke up again.

“Morning, honey,” Sugar said, tittering.

“Mm… morning… still sleepy…” It was true. Jilly was remarkably exhausted from all the playing and puffing.

“Well, no wonder. It is naptime, after all,” Hansuke added. “But don’t you worry, we’ll have you bed-sized in no time, my dear!” The kitsune paws at her valve, and though he gets it open, the escaping air hardly seems to make a difference.

“I wanna take a nap nowwww,” Jilly was forced to grumble.

“Oh, I can help you with that, sweetie,” Ana chimed in. With one great big hop, she leaped up to the ceiling, just as Sugar hops down to the floor. “Won’t you give Mommy a biiig kiss, please?” she asks Jilly, nosing the pink roo’s muzzle.

“Um… I’ll try, Mommy!” Jilly leans forward what little she can, puts her muzzle against Ana’s, then tries to blow.

Almost immediately, the sound of gale-force winds and swelling balloons fills the room as air magically rushes from Jilly to Ana. Jilly drops to the floor as she deflates right back down to her usual six feet or so of height, and at the same time, Ana’s body creaks as she expands to fill a good portion of the room.

Towering over the other balloons, she pulls them all close to her belly, squishing Jilly and the others firmly against her pouch with only her two enormous handpaws. “There you are, sweetheart! Now you go follow your toys; they’ll tuck you right into bed!”

“Okay, Mommy!” Jilly takes an unsteady step backwards, then wobbles around to face the exit back to the kitchen. “Let’s go, toys!” With great effort, she brings one paw up… then forward… then the other paw up… and forward…

“Oh, hold on a second, Your Highness,” Hansuke says, once again getting up on his hind paws to see her eye-to-eye. “Your head deflated far too much from that kiss!”

Jilly gasps. “Oh no! Does that mean I’m having lots of thoughts?” Well, of course she was having thoughts, she—

“Not for long!” Hansuke replies, leaning forward to kiss her. As he blew into her muzzle, her head rapidly swelled up, practically doubling in size while her ears, cheeks, and muzzle all blew up bigger still. Her head felt especially taut and wobbly and light… had she been puffkissed full of helium? She could barely tell… it was so hard to think straight all of a sudden.

“So… happy…!”

Hansuke just chuckled and hopped down again. “Good girl. Come along, now.” So Jilly followed, walking even harder with all her thoughts quite literally full of helium. Carefully, she put a paw up, then down, then up again, and finally forward. Testing the second paw, she carefully, slowly wobbled that one forward too…

“D’aww, look at the cute airhead,” Sugar teases, prodding Jilly’s back. The poking makes the kangaroo unsteady, so it takes her especially long to take her next step, all while her helium-filled head bobbles back and forth. “It looks like she’s gonna fall over with every step!”

“Such a big, round, fat princess like her would of course have trouble getting around. Doubly so if she’s a big, ditzy helium-brain, yes?” Hansuke replies, bumping against Jilly’s side in a way that might have been accidental.

“Mhmm,” Sugar replied, tittering. “She can’t even deflate to make it easier on herself. She’s big and ballooned forever, thanks to her momma’s magic!”

“But that’s just the way we like her, isn’t it?” Hansuke added, nosing Jilly’s basketball-sized cheek. “Our perfect, big, fat airheaded princess, forever and ever.”

“Teehee! That’s me! Bestest biggest balloon princess ever!”

“Clumsiest, too.” Sugar gave Jilly a hip check with her massive behind, tittering as Jilly very nearly fell over. By this point, they had barely gotten through the kitchen, and were approaching the stairs. “Think you can get up those?”

“I’m a big girl! I can climb the stairs!”

Lyta let out a snort and a yowl that might have meant “Pff. As if.” Then she leaped at Jilly, knocking over the big balloon roo so that she rolled on her belly, her inflated head wobbling all about. The jaguar wasted no time in nosing at the kangaroo, rolling her along and up the stairs while Jilly squealed and giggled with delight.

And then, at last, they all entered the bedroom. Lyta, still impatient, got Jilly’s dress to deflate so that Hansuke could help pull it off— while promising Jilly could wear it first thing once her nap was done, of course. Then Hansuke nosed Jilly towards that enormous, double-king-sized inflatable bed, helping her slowly wobble and walk her way towards and atop the covers. There, Sugar pulled the covers back, then tossed them over Jilly to tuck her in— though, not before Lyta darted in to curl up and purr against Jilly’s side.

Hansuke and Sugar joined the two balloons in bed, each cuddling right up to the kangaroo and softly squeezing and caressing. With hugs on all side, Jilly felt as though she couldn’t toss and turn if she wanted to. All she could think about as sleep began to overtake her was how happy these three balloons made her…

...And how happy she was to be Mommy’s little girl.