Balloon

@genericballoon.bsky.social

Big ol creaky permablimp use to your hearts content use in anyway you want if you can see any feature of me, i'm not inflated enough. perma fully-sinked Art account 🔞 / toy / adult

[ #AirborneAugust PART 3.5] when you get so big everybody else starts orbiting you....

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the airborne puppy (7,142,561mi)@made-to-parade.bsky.social · 4d ago

[ #AirborneAugust PART 3] halfway through the month and already halfway to space!! poor puppy must really be going through it... the pressure's so overwhelming he forgot that he's unpoppable... let's put that to the test, hmm? :3 ❤️ = 3mi 🔁 = 6mi 💬 = 12mi 👥follow = 25mi 🖌️art = 250mi ANY: +0.1x MULT

okay... formlock to fit my size and time with that size~ ❤️ = 8ft and hours 🔁 = 15ft and hours 💬 = 20ft and hours 👥follow = 45ft and hours 🖌️art = 450ft and hours cheating is... enable. and for each 150ft and hours... my iq will be lowered by 1~

okay... formlock to fit my size and time with that size~ ❤️ = 8ft and hours 🔁 = 15ft and hours 💬 = 20ft and hours 👥follow = 45ft and hours 🖌️art = 450ft and hours cheating is... enable. and for each 150ft and hours... my iq will be lowered by 1~

Hypnotize a balloon to be dumber. Hypnotize a balloon that it’s always been a balloon Hypnotize a balloon that it should always be full Hypnotize a balloon that it’s purpose is to float and creak Hypnotize a balloon to always sink deeper Hypnotize a balloon to always serve their owner Hypnoti

Jirachi: "So you want an ad everyone can see for your new summer job?" Maddy: Yeah, but don't be an idiot, I don't want to end up like a mew balloon. Jirachi: Sure, not mew balloon at all <3 Maddy: Uh? *fwoooomp* Come one, come all, check out Jirachi's new balloon shop! Open all summer!!

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hmfff hgnmhh~ (I've been painted with permanent paint to change my colors from... Mew? to a generic and different ones... to make me fully unrecognizable and ruin the last vestige of my species...)

whole world becoming nothing but my own body... unable to do anything... only feeling with each passing second that the prison of my own body increases, further and further from the slightest possibility of escape or even making a single move... knowing that each new size is the new minimum size...

As a mere object, you don't get to determine what color you are. Your owner does. You simply are to bob and float in the wind, existing only for the sake of existing and growing further, pushing any unnecessary notions of independence or rational thought from you pressurized and distant mind.