Trixie had picked the perfect spot for her afternoon laziness: a warm patch of meadow, soft grass beneath her belly, sun glimmering on her fur, and absolutely no responsibilities for at least… three hours.
She sprawled out flat, tail twitching in bliss as she soaked in the golden light.

But peace, as always, never lasted long for Trixie.

She felt a shadow fall over her.

Before she could even lift her head, a pair of large, padded hands scooped her up with surprising gentleness—and just as much mischief.

Trixie barely had time to squeak before she was lifted off the ground, dangling in front of a much bigger furry person whose grin could only mean trouble.

“H-Hey! What’s—?”

The stranger placed her muzzle to her lips, and then...

*PFFFFF—!!*

A sudden rush of air blasted into her cheeks, filling her like a balloon.

Trixie’s eyes bulged as she puffed up bigger… and bigger… and bigger, her paws flapping helplessly.

Her limbs sank into the expanding balloon body, and before long she was nothing but a massive, glossy, trembling opossum-balloon.



Her captor hummed cheerfully, giving Trixie a few pats to test for firmness—earning a muffled, indignant squeak.

Then, with practiced ease, she tied a thin string snugly around Trixie’s lips like the knot of a party balloon.

“There we go,” the larger person said, admiring her/his handiwork.

“Perfect.”

Now bobbing slightly with every wiggle, Trixie could only glare at the stranger who had decided to use her as a balloon.

She made a angry squeak that sounded more like a deflating toy, but the huge, round wobble of her inflated body betrayed her more as adorable than intimidating.



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