Melissa gave a huff. This had been quite the odd day, indeed. Not many could say that they got a tarot card reading from a talking cat, but... well, for that matter, neither could she. Said cat clearly didn’t know what it was doing, pulling out a Moon card, then a crudely-drawn picture of a feather on notebook paper and declaring that she would lose a great deal of weight that night by the light of the full moon. It was at that point that Melissa decided she had better things to do. Now she was on the bathroom scale, but she didn’t know why she even bothered. She already knew that her weight hadn’t gone down, so why was... wait... why was the number starting to go down?

She looked down at her belly, pulling her shirt up. It wasn’t getting any thinner. In fact, it had perhaps gotten a bit rounder. More importantly, though, it was getting shinier, colored gray. Not only that, but she found herself able to faintly see through it. She took off her shirt, finding that this strange phenomenon had spread throughout her torso, changing it to a simplistic rounded shape, devoid of any visible muscles or even breasts. The front was a lighter shade of gray, while the rest was a darker shade.

Then, she noticed something was growing from behind her, something similarly gray, lighter on the bottom just like her chest and belly were. It was short at first, but quickly grew into a large tail. It wasn’t just aesthetic, as she found she could feel it as a part of her and could move it by mental command. At the tip, she noticed a knot, like one would find on a balloon. Was that what she was becoming? Was she turning into a balloon of some sort?

Her pants, at that point, slipped off. She instinctively went to cover herself, but even if there had been anyone else around, there was now nothing there to hide, simply more gray, squeaky rubber. Her arms and legs were changing now, turning to the same gray rubber. As she continued changing, she started shrinking down. Soon, the gray squeakiness had reached her hands and feet, at which point they too started transforming. Just like the rest of her that had changed, their shape had become less defined, now lacking individual digits and having pink, painted-on paw pads.

The only part left of her to change was her head, and it quickly became apparent that she wouldn’t be waiting long as she saw her mouth and nose stretch out into a long, squeaky gray muzzle with a black painted-on nose. She tried to speak, but she no longer had a mouth to open, not even a painted-on mouth. She started feeling her head with her new forepaws, squeaking noises accompanying it as she quickly found that the rest of her head had changed as well. She no longer had hair and her ears had moved to the top of her head, now much more triangular in shape.

She looked down at the scale, seeing that it read 0. She was too light to even register on the scale now. She hopped up, easily reaching the ceiling before gently floating back down. She couldn’t have been more than two feet tall now. She exited the bathroom, floatily hopping around her house, finding herself having a lot more fun than she felt she should have been. She knew she should have been frightened, but somehow her worries felt less important, as did whether she would ever return to being human. Though, given that she had changed by the light of the full moon, even if she did return to human form, she would probably become a balloon wolf again every full moon.