This story contains non-con tfs, inflation, deflation, permapopping, and some other dark aspects.

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Yuki had just woken up, avoided all her trash, clothes, manga, and novels which had scattered her bedroom floor. She made her way to the bathroom in a groggy daze. She looked up and moved her hair out of her eyes; in front of her was a tired young woman. The woman had bags under her eyes, a horrible case of bed head, a slightly pudgy belly, and she looked extremely messy. Yuki was looking at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. There was no shock and she was not mortified with her appearance. She had been waking up like this a lot lately. She had only been living here for a year and a half but nothing had changed.
As Yuki brushed her hair and got herself ready, she remembered her new job opportunity. She had quit her job at a convenience store to work with a man she met during a shift one month ago, in July. He was a rickety old man in a worn out business suit with a wooden cane carved from a stick, but he was very charismatic and his business card was very high quality. The card was silver with gold lettering. The card read out “Skies’ limit” and was some kind of manufacturer of parade balloons. It was oddly charming. She had looked into it online and found the most employees there are paid way more than she could even possibly imagine.
Yuki knew this was her ticket out of the eternal trap of the service industry. She didn’t want to deal with shitty customers forever, especially not the foreigners. If it meant working in a balloon factory, so be it. She went and kneeled at her table to eat. She ate very fast, as she needed lots of time to not be late and avoid making a bad impression on her first day. She gobbled down her fish and slurped her miso soup like a drink. Her belly bulged a little as she felt bloated and a little fat from eating so much, but after a second she didn’t mind it.
Yuki walked outside and got on her bike, taking out her phone to look up where she was going. She was off. Once she got there, she parked her bike and walked up front. The building was large and tall. A couple cartoon animal balloons hung, blowing in the wind, near the two protruding smokestacks on top of the factory. She walked in through two ornate pink and white doors. The room was long and wide, besides a couple large staircases the few things that were in the room were inflatable statues depicting geishas, samurai, yo-kai, and other things. At the back of the room was a large concrete throne, and sitting in it, was that old man who convinced her to work here. From where she was standing, he didn’t seem so rickety and weak as he did at the store, but maybe Yuki’s eyes were just playing tricks on her. He seemed to resemble the old man Yuki saw at the convenience store more as she walked closer. When Yuki finally reached him, he bent down. The sound of his bones cracking echoed through the mostly empty room, making Yuki cringe.
“I’m glad you accepted my offer, welcome to Skies’ limit,” the old man said. His voice was raspy, but there was a peculiar charm in that weak voice.
“Where do I work?” Yuki asked.
“I can show you, but we need to get you ready first,” the old man said, snapping his fingers to get the attention of someone.
A woman wearing navy blue work clothes walked over. She was a young woman, somewhere in her late twenties, but something seemed off about her. Her nose was large, her cheeks had a slight pudge despite her slender figure, her eyebrows were rounded, and her ears were pointed in the back. Yuki knew something was wrong with her, and she wanted to say something, but nothing came out. The woman dragged her hastily along down one of the flights of stairs to a small workshop. It was full of sewing equipment. The woman grabbed a tape measure and put Yuki in a number of poses as she measured Yuki.
“Okay, I think I got everything I need,” the woman said. Her voice was soft and quiet, as if she was too shy to speak louder.
“What’s this even for?” Yuki questioned.
“We need to get you a uniform,” the woman answered as she grabbed a uniform out of a nearby cabinet. “This should be your size,” she said, as she handed the uniform to Yuki.
Yuki took a brief look at the uniform. The uniform was navy blue like the woman’s, but it had a weird shine to it. It looked almost like rubber but it felt like fabric. It was very elastic in certain areas, which seemed weird since the woman had to measure her. Something in Yuki’s mind was telling her there was something deeply wrong, but she cleared that from her head. The woman escorted Yuki back to the old man and then she bowed to him. Yuki did the same as not to offend the man.
“Stand up,” the old man commanded.
Yuki stood back up as fast as she could. The old man got down from his throne and began to walk down a flight of stairs while beconning to Yuki. Yuki followed him down into a massive warehouse where balloons were being inflated. There were balloons of all colors. Most were toony depictions of animal yokai. Big round brown tanukis, giant ornate blue baku, massive orange and white kitsune, a titanic bakekujira which took up an entire section of the huge warehouse, and a hanzaki balloon even bigger than the bakekujira. All of them had big toony black eyes and large, static grins. Some balloons even had large tongues. They all had this cute, friendly attitude despite being based on savage monsters and evil tricksters. Yuki’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the balloons; she had never seen ones so big before.
“Impressive, aren’t they?” the old man said, as he noticed Yuki’s expression.
“Y-Yeah,” Yuki responded with a stutter.
“Don’t you think they have their own personalities?” the old man asked.
“I guess they do,” said Yuki with a tiny chuckle.
The old man took Yuki’s hand and brought her to a sectioned-off corner of the warehouse. There were hoses, rope, and helium canisters. The old man watched as Yuki examined the equipment. Yuki took a long look at everything there, curious about her new workplace. Suddenly, the old man grasped Yuki’s belly. Yuki retaliated with a scream and a kick, but it didn’t do anything.
“Be careful; I’m not going to hurt you,” the old man said.
“What the hell are you doing?” Yuki demanded.
“Just stay still,” the old man said as he continued to touch Yuki’s belly, “So you’re a big girl.”
“Why did you need to know that?!” Yuki yelled at him.
The old man laughed, “You have not a single clue, do you?”
“What are you talking about?” Yuki asked with a nervous stutter.
“You are not making balloons, you are the balloon,” the old man said.
Yuki tried to run past him in fear but was suddenly stopped by an invisible force. The old man began changing. His posture got straighter, his footing got more steady, his hairline receded till he was bald, and his head grew longer making it look like a skin tone watermelon. This was no old man, and no ordinary yokai either. The old man was Nurarihyon, who is considered the king of yokai, and here he was. Yuki didn’t notice as she was too busy being in denial of the invisible barrier which encased her. Nurarihyon put the hose up Yuki’s uniform through a seam. All the air was suddenly vacuumed out as the uniform tightly fit Yuki's body. The uniform started to attach itself to Yuki. Yuki yelped as her body merged and mingled with the fabric, her skin becoming rubbery and elastic. Nurarihyon chuckled.
“You’re chubby; you know what else is?” Nurarihyon teased as he snapped his fingers.
“Shut up and fix me!” Yuki demanded as a tail suddenly sprouted from her tailbone, “What the hell is this?”
“It’s your tail,” Nurarihyon said.
Yuki’s tail split into two, the elastic navy blue skin spread across the rest of her body before changing to tints of white, orange, and black. Her ears shrunk till they were completely gone as two feline ears sprouted on top of her head like balloons. She grew tiny whiskers and the bottom half of her face stretched until she had a feline muzzle. Her hands and feet shrunk and toes disappeared till they were left as paws. Her belly fattened up bigger and bigger until she looked like a big sumo wrestler cat.
“I’m obese!” said the now bakeneko girl.
Nurarihyon laughed and had to compose himself before replying, “You are now a bakeneko, and you will soon be a balloon.”
“How will I get paid?” asked Yuki nervously.
“I will turn you back after the parade. If you survive that is,” Nurarihyon said.
“Survive?” Yuki blurted out, “Also what parade? There aren’t any parades around here at this time of year!”
“Yes there is. Mine, as in the night parade,” Nurarihyon explained.
“The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons?” Yuki shouted, flabbergasted that such a thing actually existed.
“Yep and we have been improving it every year. Though some of my yokai are really rough with balloons,” Nurarihyon said as he laughed.
Yuki was terrified, and frozen in place. She was a ghostly cat, this man- a powerful spirit, the Night Parade- real, and soon she would be turned into a balloon. Her mind was filtering through her options. Her fight and flight response kicked in as she realised her entrapment so she attempted to claw the big headed elder. Her hand stopped mid motion right above the back of the massive head.
“Did you think I wouldn’t protect myself?” Nurarihyon asked rhetorically as he turned around.
Yuki gasped, her mouth widely agape. Nurarihyon connected the hose to a helium tank and turned up the pressure halfway. Yuki’s belly felt even more bloated as it began filling up with helium. It swelled outward and Yuki hissed in protest. Her body continued expanding like a balloon as the helium spread. Her thighs plumped, arms distended and swelled, her chest blew up big and protruded out in front of her, and her tails puffed up big and rounded. Yuki felt herself losing weight rapidly as she filled. She began to float as Nurarihyon tied rope to each of her swelling limbs. Yuki closed her eyes in terror as she felt herself float higher and higher. She stopped as the ropes went taught, and she bobbed in the air. Her eyes were forcibly opened as helium rushed through her sockets and filled up her eyeballs like a pair of balloons. Her pupils moved in opposite directions as her eyes swelled, giving her a derpy expression. The pupils became a solid black color with a little indent giving her eyes like a rubber hose cartoon character. Her mouth was shut tight as it morphed into a static cartoon grin like those on the other balloons. Nurarihyon chuckled as he saw the girl become cat become balloon continue inflating. The rest of Yuki’s head swelled till her head was proportional to her body. At which point, Nurarihyon turned off the pressure.
“A great addition to the parade,” he said to himself as he grabbed Yuki’s ropes and brought her out into the other part of the warehouse with other balloons.
Hours passed, and Yuki’s mind was a mess. She couldn’t speak, and her hearing was limited. Time never seemed to pass as she floated around with little control. She was anchored in place and only being able to move a couple feet, and even then she couldn’t fully control the direction. The pressure was immense but weirdly pleasurable and if she wasn't unable to, she'd be moaning a lot. Something walked over to her- a small furry creature. Upon closer inspection, it was a kitsune with about six or so tails. It looked up at Yuki. As soon as she saw the fox spirit’s face she realised this was the woman from earlier. The kitsune looked just how Yuki imagined a fox version of her might look. The kitsune started to untie Yuki from the weights which held her in place, holding each one after untying them. She carried Yuki away towards a large warehouse door.
“Don’t worry; I got you,” the kitsune said in the same voice as the woman from earlier.
Yuki calmed a little. The kitsune seemed to have her best interest in mind as her sympathetic tone told. The door opened revealing the night sky and full moon. Yokai were lined up outside. All sorts of monsters, ghosts, oni, and other creatures. As yokai walked in and grabbed balloons, the kitsune walked out carrying Yuki. Yuki watched as other balloons were untied from weights that held them in place. She saw yokai jump on and heard the pained squeaks of the balloons as claws, sharp nails, and other nasty limbs caressed the other balloons. Yuki felt bad for the other balloons; she knew they had been other people that were transformed like her. The kitsune kept on walking Yuki outside till she got her to the front. Nurarihyon was there and he looked up at Yuki with a smile. If she could, Yuki would cuss him out here and now, but her mouth was a static grin and she could not speak.
“How are you feeling, big girl?” Nurarihyon said as he laughed to himself.
“Could you stop teasing her? She is probably still high strung from being transformed,” politely asked the kitsune.
“Fine, I just wanted to have some fun,” Nurarihyon said as he turned back around.
Two other balloons joined Yuki. Those were the hanzaki and bakekujira balloons, which were the biggest and second biggest respectively. Several yokai were riding on top of the two balloons as well as several holding on each string. Yokai slammed the two balloons into Yuki. Yuki squeaked as the balloons squished her. Yokai chuckled, laughed, snickered, and gurgled in a humorous manner as they continued to squish the bigger balloons against Yuki. The kitsune growled at them, her eyes becoming engulfed in flames through use of her magic. The yokai stopped pelting Yuki and retreated a little behind her. Nurarihyon looked back and transformed his cane into a firework. He launched it off into the air and with a bang, sparkling neon blue and pink lights flying through the open air.
“The night parade will now commence,” Nurarihyon announced.
The yokai began to march, and tanukis slapped their bellies like taiko drums to play very upbeat drum music. The kitsune happily skipped and hopped as she held Yuki’s strings firmly and closely followed Nurarihyon. Some other yokai walked similarly as Yuki watched them slowly go between her and the other balloons. Some were very obviously drunk, but others just seemed so. As they walked, pretty blue fires floated around and illuminated the pathway. The parade marched into the village at the outskirts of town. Houses became dark, shutters were slammed shut, people hid, and anything of value was pulled inside. The yokai messed with anything the inhabitants of this now ghosttown left behind. Houses were vandalized and damaged as they threw bottles of sake and other things at windows and doors. The balloons squeaked as they squeezed between houses and buildings.
Yuki’s body squeaked as she was squished between two houses. It was weirdly calming, almost like a massage. She purred and her body vibrated. The kitsune laughed and smiled as she looked up at Yuki. A blush stretched across both of the girls’ faces as they looked at each other. Yuki was pulled out from between the houses. Nurarihyon waited outside the village for the yokai to finish raising terror to continue their march onward. The kitsune walked to his side and the other balloon carriers followed closely behind. Yokai began lining up behind them in straight lines as they finished their destructive fun. Nurarihyon began marching forward again with a cackle. Tanukis resumed drumming their music. Some yokai were drinking sake they stole from drunkards they found in the streets and others danced to the music as they kept going forward. They were coming into the town, street lights lining the road. The few cars that were out this late swerved around and went the opposite direction.
Yuki felt a wave of calmness spill over her, and she felt very content despite being a balloon. Everything seemed fine, the kitsune was protecting her, no one seemed to be causing any danger to her, she was being pleasured as the helium inside her pushed out her rubber skin, and she would be turned back as soon as this was over. Suddenly her silent meditation was interrupted by Nurarihyon yelling. The bakekujira was being carried way past the front by the yokai carrying it and Nurarihyon was stomping angrily. The balloon carriers kept going when suddenly the bakekujira got stuck on a lamp post with a loud pained squeak. The yokai kept ignoring their master and tried pulling the balloon off the post. More loud squeaking was heard as it went back and forth across the top of the post. Yokai on top were getting down to help. The balloon whale squeaked more and more in protest as they were dragged across in both directions desperately. Nurarihyon approached, ready to put an end to the shenanigans, but he was a little too late. With one last protesting squeak the whale was punctured by the lamp post and there was sudden, ear-splitting KABOOOOOM! Yuki and the other balloons shook from the shockwave of the explosion. All yokai who were holding the balloon were flung in all directions and small ones near the front were pushed over. The bakekujira was left in latex ribbons. Nurarihyon was unphased.
“Dumb bastards. We’ll leave them here; continue on,” He commanded with a stern look in his eyes.
As the yokai began moving again, Yuki felt terrified. She looked at the other balloons and saw them looking back at her with the same scared, spastic eye movements. The kitsune had noticed this and tried to calm her down. The kitsune’s comfort helped a little, but she still was afraid. The parade continued on into the town. Once in town, the yokai went back on their rampage. They messed up buildings, emptied trash in the streets, toppled cars, and left nasty messages on storefronts. One oni threw a trash can which hit Yuki in her side. Yuki shivered and squeaked in fear. The kitsune growled, and gnashed her teeth at the oni. The oni promptly went back to his place in fear. Before the parade could move on, a tired kamaitachi laid on one of the tanuki balloons. Its scythe-like claws dug into the balloon and punctured it. The balloon hissed like a snake as air escaped. The balloon flew off into the air, carrying several yokai with it. Nurarihyon chuckled.
“Why the hell would he be laughing?” Yuki thought to herself.
“The Night Parade is about chaos,” Nurarihyon responded.
Yuki looked down at him, shocked. Nurarihyon just kept walking, beckoning the yokai to join him to continue their march. As they continued, streets narrowed, street lamps became closer together, and larger balloons became targets to puncturing and popping. No wonder standard parades like those in the west didn’t happen here, there was no room for the balloons here in Japan. The streets were too small. Yuki watched helplessly as several baku were popped or deflated, kitsune bursted, and tanukis toppled over as air rushed out. In front of her, a large fat kitsune balloon stuck on a lamppost got pulled on a little too hard and POP! It was left as confetti. The real kitsune, who was keeping her from floating off, was managing to keep Yuki in the middle of the street where she was safe. Surprisingly, the hanzaki balloon had survived so far. The giant salamander yokai balloon swayed in the wind from side to side, only brushing against lampposts. The streets began to widen again; the dangerous lampposts moving out away from the remaining balloons. Only around ten to twenty balloons survived the massacre, most had small parts deflated like ears or tails. Suddenly the street got to its widest as the parade reached Shibuya Crossing. The kitsune backed up as the hanzaki balloon was taken into the middle of the abandoned intersection. It was eerie how empty this place was; it is usually the busiest place in Japan, but right now it was a ghost town. The hanzaki was tied down to whatever was there. Something was wrong, Yuki knew it.
“So are we ready to pump this baby up?” asked Nurarihyon.
“Yes sir,” responded a rokurokubi.
The rokurokubi stretched her neck up to the hanzaki’s nozzle on the end of its tail and untied the knot with her tongue before putting her mouth on the nozzle. Yokai below hooked up the rokurokubi to a motorized pump. When they turned it on, the rokurokubi’s belly swelled up, the air traveling up its neck, to its head. Her cheeks puffed up, and the air passed her lips, flowing into the balloon. The balloon began inflating. It’s big salamander belly pudged out, its limbs fattened, head inflating, tail getting longer, and eyes suddenly bulging out of their nonexistent sockets. Yuki watched in a mix of excitement and terror. The balloon kept blowing up more and more. It squished against nearby buildings, knocked over signs, cracked windows, and filled the sky. The poor thing kept getting bigger and stretching thinner; its already thin skin getting pulled out further. The massive gut of the beast became transparent, its body invaded buildings through smashed windows, it squeaked and creaked helplessly. Its body started reaching the ground. It began covering up lampposts, subway entrances, and even some of the other balloons. Finally, with one loud groan the salamander’s skin gave in. The hanzaki EXPLODED; the shockwave created by it decimated windows and small buildings, pushed over almost all yokai, popped most of the other already weakened balloons, and created hurricane force winds. Yuki felt like she was gonna be blown away; her limbs and tail flailing desperately. The kitsune held on as hard as she could, struggling against the wind which came right in their direction. Her paws dug into the road creating claw marks around five meters long. Yuki’s heart was working overtime. She felt it beating for the first time since her transformation. The kitsune let out a long sigh. Nurarihyon was once again completely unphased as he helped others up off the ground. The yokai face back where they came from, the kitsune walking back to the front. Yuki was one of the three balloons left, which all lined up at the front.
They marched back, through the alley of lampposts and the village. Yokai celebrated the destruction and chaos they had caused, joking about how people will react to the destroyed buildings. Yokai celebrated their destructive achievement. The kitsune held Yuki tightly and looked up at her happily. Yuki looked back down at her and felt a little more content; something about the fox girl seemed to calm her nerves. They reached the factory, the door was still open like before.The kitsune walked her in with the other balloons, and Nurarihyon followed closely behind. The kitsune turned to Nurarihyon.
“Master, I know you had promised to turn her back, but I really like this balloon. May I keep her?” Said the kitsune in a cutesy voice.
“Of course, you are one of my best servants after all,” Nurarihyon replied.
Yuki flailed her arms and legs, squeaking loudly as she rubbed against herself. The kitsune giggled and began to walk Yuki over to her workshop. Yuki squeaked and groaned as she was pulled through the doorway. Suddenly she slipped through with ease. The room was seemingly growing larger and larger. The kitsune laughed. Yuki turned around to look at her as she took off her uniform to reveal a beautiful, ornate green and purple kimono. The kitsune snapped her fingers and Yuki’s static grin morphed into big puffy lips. Yuki could finally talk once again.
“I can talk again!” Yuki said ecstatically.
“I like having my toys talk,” the kitsune said in a flirtatious tone, “Now then, there is something I got to tell you. I never told you my name; I am Tamamo no Mae.”
“T-T-T-” Yuki stuttered.
“Don’t worry, I don’t do nearly as destructive things as I did, but I do like to play with toys like you,” Tamamo said, booping Yuki on her nose.
“Eh? Y-You won’t p-pop me, right?” Yuki asked as she shivered and squeaked.
“I will, but don’t worry; It won’t hurt at all.” Tamamo reassured.
“Fine, how are you gonna do this?” Yuki questioned as she sighed and accepted her fate.
“I am gonna puff you up bigger and bigger until you burst,” Tamamo said with a flirty giggle.
“Ready when you are then,” Yuki responded.
Tamamo pressed her long fox muzzle up to Yuki’s lips and began to kiss her deeply on her puffed up lips and began to make out with the giant cat balloon. The feeling was one of pure ecstasy as Yuki squeaked from the exquisite kiss. Yuki let out a soft moan, and then she felt a new feeling hit her. Yuki’s eyes widened as Tamamo began blowing. Air pushed into Yuki’s body, inflating her bigger, fatter, rounder, and longer. Her body kept stretching, her cheeks puffing up, breasts ballooning outward, tails becoming longer like two miniature blimps, and her body was like a giant latex sausage. Tamamo kept puffing and petting the parade balloon feline all over. Yuki moaned and purred, vibrating as her body swelled. Paws ballooned outward and ears puffed out. Tamamo giggled, petting the kitty with a large devious smile on her face.
“How are you enjoying this?” Tamamo asked as she paused her relentless puffing.
“I-It’s wonderful,” Yuki moaned out.
“Good kitty,” Tamamo said as she carrassed Yuki’s ballooned cheeks, “Let's take a quick break.”
Yuki purred as Tamamo kept petting her. Tamamo then stopped and walked around to Yuki’s side. The kitsune began climbing up the giant bakeneko blimp. When she got to the top, Tamamo began bouncing on Yuki. Yuki purred more as the fox bounced up and down on her. Waves of ecstacy washing over her, as she squeaked and groaned like a giant balloon fit to burst. She was nowhere near her limit and Tamamo knew it. Tamamo didn’t like to destroy her toys too quick; she liked to tease them until they were a flustered mess. Tamamo rubbed her claws against Yuki, making a long loud squeak. Yuki giggled and purred.
“Wanna start inflating again?” asked Tamamo.
“Yes, of course.” Yuki said.
Tamamo slid down Yuki’s body under her, and her neck morphed like a rokurokubi’s, and it stretched her head up to Yuki’s butt. Tamamo puckered her lips and pressed them against the Bakeneko’s butthole. Tamamo began to blow, each puff lasting longer and longer than the one before it. Yuki kept inflating bigger and bigger, purring. Her body kept inflating, neck swelling out, paws inflating out big and soft, eyes beginning to distend out of their sockets. Tamamo blew harder and harder, giving the bakeneko’s booty two mighty slaps. Yuki moaned and squeaked. The giant cat balloon groaned and creaked as it got bigger and longer, filling the room and pushing over furniture. Tamamo was pushed back to the doorway by the giant butt. Yuki purred as her skin tightened and pressure built. Tamamo was having a harder time pushing air into Yuki’s butthole as her body resisted more and more. Yuki was little more than an inflatable toy now, her limbs sunken in, her head swelled big and derpy, and her body almost completely hollow with air. Yuki’s skin and fur became thin and transparent, getting a pink tint around her belly which soon became a deep red. Yuki cried out in pleasure with a symphony of meows, purrs, squeaks, and creaks. While the two enjoyed their balloony fun, Yuki suddenly felt herself go over the point of no return; small leaks spread across her body but the pressure was never alleviated. Tamamo kept blowing, now as hard as she could. Finally, Yuki’s body gave in. A loud BOOM followed, pinning Tamamo to the floor as bakeneko confetti fell all around her like cherry blossom petals. The fox, pleased with the explosion, drifted off to sleep.