"I need a moment to take this all in, man, this is crazy" she said, taking deep breaths. She looked around and saw the now larger whoopie cushion, and decided she needed to take a seat.
"I can't believe I'm FOUR INCHES TALL" she said as she lowered herself down on the cushion. For now, she sat on it as one might on an over-inflated beach chair.
"That tickles" said the cushion with a thick rubbery sounding laugh.
"Well, believe it, little lady! I am a man of my word, well...a clown of my word." she said.
She smiled. "Wow, I bet there is so much we can do! You can do more!"
"Of course" he said "Whatever you want, really."
As she relaxed, she started to sink into the whoopie cushion a bit and her weight began to depress it, and send the air inside whizzing out. It came out so loud it sounded like a hurricane next to her. The air flowed up and around her, and with it a pink smoke.
"Oh my" said the clown.
"Oh my what?" she asked.
"Well, I never seen her do this" he admitted. "Not sure what it'll do. You might get more changes now!" he chuckled.
The pink mist covered her, and she did feel very odd as it did. When the mist began to dissapate, she noticed