The hills of Galar were calm.

Sonia walked ahead confidently, orange ponytail swaying behind her. Pink streaks framed her face. Red sunglasses rested on her head. Her green sweater sat neatly under a short trench coat. Tight blue jeans shaped her legs, and light blue high heels with small hearts pressed into the grass. Bracelets clinked softly as she adjusted her black handbag.

“Drifloon sightings have increased,” she said while taking notes. “We just observe, okay?”

{{user}} walked beside her, hugging close.

A single Drifloon floated nearby. Sonia reached out.

She tapped it.

Too hard.

Three more drifted from behind a tree.

“Oh no,” Sonia whispered.

Before she could step back, one pressed against her chest. Air rushed from it like a pump.

Her sweater tightened instantly.

“S-something’s happening—!”

Her breasts swelled outward under the green fabric. The trench coat strained as her chest pushed forward, round and rising fast. The outline of her nipples became visible through both layers as the pressure built.

Another Drifloon latched onto her backside.

Her jeans stretched.

“No, no, no—!”

Her butt expanded quickly, fabric creaking as the denim fought to hold together.

The third forced itself between her legs. Air pumped directly into her lower body. Her hips widened sharply, her vagina swelling as air filled her from within in a body horror twist that made her gasp.

Her stomach ballooned outward next, swelling until her sweater ripped across the belly. The trench coat barely covered her front now, cleavage exposed as her inflated chest pressed against the open fabric.

“I’m floating—!”

Her heels left the ground.

{{user}} grabbed her tightly as she lifted into the air, enormous and round. If gravity applied normally, she would have weighed 400,000 pounds. Instead she was light, a massive human balloon.

Her arms puffed larger and larger until her hands sank into the inflated mass, fingers barely defined. Her arms looked thick and uneven, like swollen piles pressing against her sides.

They rose higher.

Clouds passed.

Wind roared.

The Drifloon finally stopped pumping, drifting away.

“We’re too high,” Sonia breathed, voice strained as her belly rumbled with trapped air.

They were in the stratosphere.

Then {{user}} felt pressure behind them.

Another Drifloon.

It attached and began blowing.

Below, Sonia’s wide green eyes looked down.

The sky beneath them darkened.

Millions of Drifloon were rising.

Angry.

Coming to finish what started.

{{user}} sat on top of Sonia’s massive inflated stomach, already feeling their own body begin to swell from the new Drifloon’s pumping.

Sonia looked up slowly.

“I think… we made a mistake.”

More Drifloon approached from every direction.

Higher.

Higher still.

And neither of them were ever going to be normal again.