The dark maned, orange-gold pegasus wasn't sure how the teal earth mare had gotten the drop on him again. He was all too familiar with her usual shenanigans, and by all means probably should have seen it coming, with how often this sorta thing was prone to happen to every other pony in her immediate vicinity. He had just made a quick stop by the little blue-toned house, isolated away in a valley on the outskirts of town, for a standard resupply checkup of his own brand of ultra-high volume P-235 helium tanks. They seemed to run through more of those and any other forms of the moderately volatile element than anyone else, pony or otherwise, so it brought him by fairly often, all things considered. Today she had apparently still had one left, much to his surprise, and in the hooves of any other just that one might last a lifetime, or at least a good many expansive evenings. His one unfortunate mistake was simply asking whether or not it might have been empty, leading to her twisting it open to check, letting some of the specialized element spray out as it decayed into helium. Which would have been fine had her housemate not called to her from somewhere inside, and in response to the distraction she simply went "Hold this," and stuffed the still open end of the valve into his mouth, before going to see what he wanted.

So there he was, floating high above the valley, yet again getting intimately familiar with the curious element he spent much of his time finding uses for. Being a pegasus he was no stranger to the skies, of course, but with his floofy wings currently blown up into huge feathery balloons easily thrice the size his entire body was originally, they were hardly useful for maintaining any sort of control over his altitude at the moment. He could really only afford a few tiny, squeaky wiggles of those bloated fan-shaped blimps, same as his similarly overinflated forelegs, that stuck out to either side like a set of dual-rounded balloons. Besides being heavily encumbered with air, they were a bit immobilized from being pretty firmly wedged between his balloony wings and the vast curve of his puffy chest in front of him. Amazing to believe such a normally small part of his frontside was now so big and poofy it could be used as a king size air mattress that could fit three whole ponies comfortably, if they were so inclined to climb up there and hold on, anyway.

And that was all just the parts of himself he was still able to see from between the puffed up cheeks and ears framing his concerned green eyes. He was sure the rest of his body beyond was undoubtedly massively stretched from just the feeling alone, but couldn't really picture it from his isolated position. Last he could move his neck enough to see, before his squeaky shoulders squished against his cheeks, he looked to be about as big as the whole house, and that was around a half an hour ago. So he couldn't really know for sure that his belly alone was now that big all by itself, an orange toned blimp in it's own right, drifting above the quaint little domicile hidden away in the green carpeted valley. But he'd be likely considerably more surprised to realize that each sphere of his one relatively slim flank was now nearly twice as big as that; two utterly massive, ridiculously oversized hot air balloons trailing off behind him, emblazoned with tremendous atom cutie marks stretched across their vast horizons. His signature dual tails were simply completely buried from view beneath those gigantic butt blimps, that somehow dwarfed the whole rest of him despite how immense he was all over.

Eventually another pony would come fish him down, for sure, likely a fellow pegasus with a light brown coat, once his usual mail route came around later in the day (provided he didn't fall prey to the teal one's blimpage as well). But for the time being he could do little else but drift and wiggle, listening to the low hiss of the seemingly bottomless airtank wedged between his lips, and the gentle creaks and squeaks of his own overblown body all around him. It was kind of cozy, in a way, if you think about it. Just about every bit of his body, from the tips of his fwoomphy ears, to the stretchy red and blue circles of his mark that were easily the size of a roadside billboard each, was still super soft and balloony despite the pressures within. Maybe he was just so used to getting turned into a blimp, or sometimes a pooltoy or a plush, that he had naturally gained enough elasticity to stay as soft as the clouds he drifted alongside even at such ridiculous volumes. And even if flying so high and huge often left one somewhat exposed, the valley itself was relatively tucked away from the majority of the pony folk around, which is why he did most of his expansive ordinance testing there, come to think of it. So, even if a bit unplanned, maybe it wasn't so bad up there after all, for a bit.

And besides, definitely a nice view up there, at the least. And the teal mare watching up from the shadow below certainly thought so too.

Been a long while, but I have yet again blimped a pone. Funny enough, same one as last time, as I give the-furry-railfan a bit of an expansive birthday treatment once more. I've always kinda really liked the shape he generally did for most ponblimps, so I wanted to give it a proper go myself, and honestly I'm pretty happy with the results (even if I maaay have put a bit extra "effort" into the backside, heh).

Honestly, it kinda felt really nice to come back to ballooning smol colorful horses after so long, given that's where my roots in all this expansive toony nonsense are. Maybe I should remember to do it a bit more often every now and then, no reason I gotta leave that chapter of things closed forever, really. Either way I'd say it's definitely worth doing when I'm able for those that have stuck by me the longest like this one has (even if we tend to float away sometimes, heehe 💚)