"YOU SHOULD DO IT!" she said giddily. The thought was becoming more and more overwhelming. She was a whoopie cushion, who was she to deny herself her basic right as such an object, to be sat on, to let out a large noise, the largest noise, she thought.
He smiled and brought her over to a chair in his clowny abode, and sat her down. "No going back after this." he said.
"DO IT!" she said insistently. She used her inner sight to look up and see a massive butt heading down towards her coin-sized body, and in moments, it put immense pressure on her, and she felt her self-flattening, and the air inside her little form began to pour out of her lips, which let out an enormusly loud PBBBBBBTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH that filled the room with it's sound.
As the air left her body, her mind felt so soft and many thoughts were floating out of her as she felt the wind pouring out of her mouth. Her knowledge of being human was vanishing, memories of her life as a stoner girl were gone, now she was simply a fart balloon for the enjoyment of a clown, and she loved it.
"yayyyyyy" she said, much quieter than normal, because all the air was gone. Roly Poly sat up and took her tiny form and put his lips on hers, puffing her up.
"Teeny Whoopie, How you feeling?" he asked.
"GREAT!" she said. "YOU ARE THE BEST, BOSS." She added, her new memories flooding of her being his prop. He picked her up and placed her back in his bag of tricks.
"No, you are!" he said.
Now he was ready to