Author's Note

When Withania met Oreo the ballooavee, she was so smitten that she ended up turning into a balloon mare herself!

Contains consensual hugging and smooching and balloon TF. Non-vore, this was something super light and fluffy I wrote for Oreo because I loved their new picture so much!

11. Oreo-eevee (Balloon-eevee, balloon TF non-vore snuggles)

Withania reversed herself through the delivery entrance of the clubhouse, pulling a small cart of refreshments. From outside, cheers and shouts of a sports game could be heard, and Withania had volunteered to deliver refreshments for the players once the match was over. She was so engrossed in fitting the cart through the doorway that she barely noticed as she bumped into someone behind her.

“Eeep!” a voice squeaked, “Oh, hello!”

She jumped around in surprise, the cart handle clattering to the floor. In front of her was a very curvy eevee, looking just a little bashful where Withania had bumped into them. They had a smooth look about them - which upon closer inspection Withania realised was latex, a living balloon body filled taut with air.

“Excuse me!” said Withania in surprise, “Ah, you’re err, the uh,”

“Cheerleader! You can call me Oreo!” The balloonavee beamed down at her, standing several inches taller. They were looking a little flushed, paws fidgeting with the red jersey adorning their chest. The jersey was doing its best, but Oreo’s belly was peaking out triumphantly from underneath, with an oddly inviting smooth sheen that caught Withania’s eye. “I did ask for the biggest one they had, but I can’t get it to fit!”

“But you’re adorable!” exclaimed Withania, quite unintentionally. She immediately blushed and fiddled with the refreshment cart, feeling as though she had been inappropriate. Oreo however positively beamed at her, somehow seeming to inflate just a little bit more and making their round tum creak out even further from under the red team jersey.

“You really think so?” they said, letting go of the garment, “I just want to do my best to make everyone happy out there at half time, and I know everyone loves balloons, but it’s always embarrassing to be out there on your own!”

Withania gazed up at Oreo, her heart absolutely melting with how cute they were, and without any hesitation she flung her arms around the balloonavee as best she could, feeling the soft and smooth latex squish a little in her grasp, squeaking both from her attention and Oreo’s reaction. She had intended to try and lift them, but strangely for what seemed to be a living balloon, Oreo was much too heavy for her. On the plus side, it meant she didn’t push them over either.

“You’re so squishy it’s wonderful!” she said, her voice muffled by speaking into the jersey, “I wish I could hug all of you at once!”

“Eeeep!” squeaked Oreo, “I mean, thank you! Here, if you want the full experience then let me help!” The large eevee leaned down and lifted Withania clean off the ground, wrapping a big pair of pudgy balloon arms around them for a big hug that squashed Withania deep into the red jersey. They gave an exaggerated grunt of exertion as if it were a great deal of effort, but really it was very easy.

“Mmmpf!” muttered Withania, lifting her head clear of the fluffy collar of fur around Oreo’s neck with a squeak, “Does it feel good when people hug you? It’s not uncomfortable with me squashing into you is it?”

“Not at all! Hugs are my favourite thing in the world, both giving and receiving them! Especially when it’s a hug with a little cutie like you!”

“Whaaat? You think I’m cute? You’re a big huggable balloon!”

She marvelled at Oreo’s shape and larger-than-life size, the way every slight movement they made created little squeaks and creaks, their big air-filled tail waving gently behind them and bouncing off of everything around them.

“You’re very cute. And you know what my second most favourite thing in the world is?”

Withania shook her head, making Oreo’s smooth body squeak again. They hiked her up a little further so their noses were just an inch apart.

“Smooches,” Oreo whispered, and gave Withania a little peck on the lips. Withania’s eyes lit up with stars, and she quickly returned the kiss, feeling the delightful press of Oreo’s mouth against her own. “Say, do you want to come out with me at half-time? I could use a cutie like you to help me cheer everyone on…”

“Really? But I don’t have a jersey or anything, I’ll look out of place…”

She gently moved back and forth around Oreo’s mouth, laying little pecks and kisses everywhere she could reach, enjoying the little extra squeezes she received in response to each one.

“I think I can help with that. If it’s okay with you?”

Withania nodded, biting her lower lip slightly and giving Oreo a good squeeze, still trying to reach around their entire body with all four limbs.

Oreo leaned in and pressed their lips to hers for another little kiss, but this time didn’t pull back. Withania pressed herself into the soft latex body enveloping her, and cleared her nose as she felt her mouth seemingly stick to Oreo. The kiss was soft and comforting as it was - and then Oreo gently began to exhale into Withania.

She felt her lungs inhaling involuntarily, her eyes opening in surprise. It felt strange, as if she had lost control of her diaphragm, not unpleasant, just strange. Her breath filled up, but just as she expected the sensation to stop as her chest was full, Oreo kept going. As if her lungs had unlimited capacity, she continued to fill up. It felt like her chest was expanding, filling out her entire body. She felt light headed, and light bodied, as if everything inside her was evaporating into air.

Oreo squeaked around her, gently pressing air into the green mare, nuzzling her adorably confused little snout reassuringly. They seemed to have no limit of air to give, if anything filling out a little more themselves.

Withania felt as light as a feather, her limbs seeming to stick out a little as they too, filled with empty air. Her tail stuck out behind her as it took on a solid shape, and a slick sheen of latex began to spread across her fuzzy coat. She closed her eyes and blushed in pleasure as the sensation crept up her body and around her neck, while her wild and bushy terracotta mane expanded a little and took on the same solid form as her tail.

Oreo paused and pulled back slightly, lowering Withania to the ground again.

“Is this okay?” they asked, “Feeling alright?”

“Eeee,” squeaked Withania, “Eeet’s fine, eet’s lovely, don’t stop!”

The eevee beamed at her and smooched her flushed face again, once again connecting lips and breathing a seemingly unlimited volume of air into her. The shiny latex continued onwards, wrapping around her hind legs and replacing hard hooves with soft squishy ones, and then finally, it crept up over her rose-cheeked face, locking her blush in place as a perfect silkscreen under her bright animated eyes.

Pulling out again, Oreo admired their handiwork. Withania was now a soft and squeaky balloon just like them. She looked a little dazed as if she were drunk, but incredibly happy, gently waving her arms with limited movement.

“Oooh, I can’t move much, but I feel so light and… floaty! C-can I be more round? Like you?”

“Oh, absolutely!” chuckled Oreo, “In fact, I think I know just what to do - although you might not have as much movement as I do, that takes lots of practise!”

Oreo stood up straight and touched their nose with one paw with a little boop noise, before lifting Withania up with the lightest of touches, given that she now seemed so weightless. He gave the balloonified mare another smooch, inflating her even further with that seemingly endless stream of air.

This time, with her body already full, she began to stretch and fill out around her hips, belly, and chest, the proportions of her body shifting into a curvy and extremely huggable shape that began to equal Oreo’s own round body. What’s more, she began to float in mid air, getting lighter and lighter until she started rising up of her own accord, her round flanks lifting above Oreo while they held her head down for these special smooches.

Satisfied with their handiwork, Oreo gave her one last affectionate peck and was finished. They picked up a length of string from a nearby supply cupboard and tied it around the slightly narrowed section between her chest and rounded tum, and looped the other end around their wrist.

“Now you’re the lightest and roundest balloon mare!” said Oreo, beaming up at her, “How do you feel, my little cutie?”

“Aaaaah it’s lovely, eeep!” she squeaked, waving gently and blushing as deeply as her copper coloured mane. “Am I really going to be in your co-cheerleader?”

“Of course! It’s time to head out now! Keep waving and enjoying yourself and we’ll make everyone happy!”

The balloonavee waddled out toward the main entrance that lead onto the playing field, green balloon mare in tow. Outside, Withania felt the wind pick her up, lighter than air, and with a gentle tug of her tether to Oreo, she floated out onto the field. The crowd all let out a collective aaaah of delight as too of the most adorable mascots they’d ever seen came out to cheer the players on.