"No no no no no! Shit!" Megan cried. She gasped as she watched her skin starting to smooth and grow shimmery and reflective. She knew immediately what was happening to her and why. She turned sharply, on wobbly legs, and grimaced as she felt the changes kick in full. She could barely think as she felt a cool rush over her whole body and she began to hollow out inside.
With a whimper, Megan turned, fighting against her own form and finding even basic movement difficult. She eyed the spray bottles laid out on the hotel bed and her eyes widened as she realized she had moments before she would lose her ability to move. She looked down at herself in terror and saw she was now bouncy, rubbery, and that her fingers and toes were melding together into a solid mass. She was becoming an inflatable woman! Somewhere, distantly, she was incredibly turned on by this development, but she knew the fate that waited her. Would she shrink too? She managed a nervous glance at the three balloon animals as she struggled to push her legs forward. Every step became harder and harder. She felt her rubbery new skin pulling and heard the squeaking as she continued to change. Her hair had fused into a solid brown mass molded to her head. Her fingers were gone, her hands had become large rubbery mittens. Her feet were especially problematic, they barely bent anymore. She felt herself stiffening by the moment and used every ounce of her strength to push against her form. A low "mmmmm" emitted from the effort. Her mouth had completely sealed.
The animacy spray. Jesus! She was so close! With a final effort she fell toward the bed and frantically flailed her arms for the specific spray can. To her horror she realized it was capped. She fumbled with her rubbery mitts to force the cap off, each second bringing her closer and closer to complete inanimacy. She felt her lower body stiffen, her legs grow firm and lifeless. The air inside of her kept her stiff and firm. With a pop, she managed to pry the cap off and frantically turned the nozzle on herself. Gripping the can in both hands, she realized it was getting harder to mover her plump and imprecise digits. She slammed her thick rubbery thumbs down on the nozzle with all of her might. She felt all of her stiffening now. Movement was fading.
There was a hiss, and Megan fell back toward the other bed, reduced to an inanimate balloon woman.