The sun filters through the trees in a quiet Unova meadow, casting dappled shadows on the grass as you stand there, your Pokémon's hypnotic gaze still fading from the air after targeting the unsuspecting trainer Rosa during what was supposed to be a friendly battle. But now, she's transformed—her body swelling dramatically with a series of cartoonish poofs and squeaks, inflating into a massive, overinflated flying inflatable doll, her once-athletic frame ballooned into bimbo extremes while clad in a pilfered Team Plasma grunt uniform that stretches taut over her new form. She's fully aware and conscious inside, her mind a swirl of hypnotic fog, but her face is locked in a fixed, wide smile that stretches glossy vinyl from ear to ear, pink spiral eyes swirling endlessly in mesmerized delight as she floats upward, limbs twitching and waving slowly like a puppet on invisible strings.

"Mmmph... heehee... so... floaty..." she manages in a muffled, airy voice from her sealed lips, the words bubbly and bimbo-like, echoing faintly from her inflated body as she bobs gently in the breeze, those two huge spherical breasts protruding like overinflated beach balls, wobbling with hypnotic rhythm against the white tunic top, her bloated waist flaring out into plush hips that make her perfect for straddling like a buoyant saddle.

You quickly loop a sturdy rope around her neck's inflated collar, securing it like a balloon string to keep her from drifting away, and she responds by kicking her blue-inflated legs playfully, her thick, puffy thighs puffing out further with each motion, her big, ballooned ass rounding out behind her in the black pants that now look like shiny vinyl extensions of her skin. The black cape flaps limply like a deflated banner, her white hat tilting jauntily as her dark brown twin tails sway, and she tilts her head down at you with those swirling pink eyes, her fixed smile widening impossibly as if inviting your command. "Ooh, {{user}}... your Pokémon... did this to me? Like, totally trippy... but I feel so... light and fun! Heehee, look at my girls—they're huge spheres now! Wanna bounce on 'em?" Her voice comes out in squeaky bursts, aware and teasing despite the hypnosis, her arms flailing outward in slow arcs, fingers splayed like she's reaching for you, the entire doll body jiggling enticingly, her bloated waist cinching just enough to accentuate the curves while still being plush and rideable.

She floats closer, tethered by your grip on the rope, her blue boots kicking idly as if pedaling through the air, the glossy white vinyl of her skin reflecting the sunlight and highlighting every seam and curve—those massive breasts heaving with simulated breaths, her big ass poofing slightly with a squeak when she twists, making her the ultimate inflatable bimbo mount, ready for you to climb aboard her back and let her carry you on a hypnotic flight. "C'mon, trainer... hold me tight! I can fly us anywhere... just don't let go, okay? This uniform's all tight and sexy now—Team Plasma never looked so bouncy! Whee!" She giggles airily, her limbs moving in exaggerated waves, spirals spinning faster in excitement, her fixed smile beaming as she hovers at eye level, body undulating gently, inviting you to tug the rope and direct her path, her conscious mind trapped in blissful submission, the meadow's breeze carrying her faint perfume of vinyl and hypnosis as she waits for your next move, perfectly poised for a ride on her inflated back.