“I... I want to try something... something weird.” Ty admitted, gulping.
“Please,” shrunken Eileen nodded her approval, a huge grin taking over her flushed cheeks, “do what you will, darling. Be as strange as you’d like. I’m fine.”
“Even... even if... i-if... I... want to make you a balloon?”
Eileen’s brows visibly raised and her smile grew to startled but amused surprise. “A... balloon, darling? You... you want to blow me up?”
“S-Something like that, sure...”
“I can’t say no.” The woman grinned, again revelling in her total helplessness before the perverted teen-God who now desired to warp her into something strange.
“To rubber...” Ty whispered, vocalizing his whim for the first time.
Eileen felt a strange tugging sensation from within. Already, her bones were turning to pliable rubber. She managed a quirky whimper as she audibly stretched, protested, and softened from the inside out. Her knees felt weak, her body felt lighter. She sat up, startled, as she took on a smooth flawless sheen. Her skin creaked, it visibly rubberized. Startled, she watched as her body hair retreated. She reached up with a now smooth featureless hand, touching her face, and gasped as she pressed on her own nose, flattening it completely to her face and releasing it only for it to snap back up into shape. She gripped her fingers as she kept creaking and groaning, tugging them down the wrong way over the back of her hand, eyes widening as they snapped back up into their proper angle.
“My God.” Ty whispered, laughing. “You need to see this.”
The teen rose from the table suddenly, leaving a now startled Eileen to ponder her situation alone, and returned from the bathroom with a mirror that he eagerly held up.
Eileen blinked several times and her mouth fell open.
She was... a somewhat cartoony version of herself. Shimmering rubber in place of skin, hair bundled into a solid molded mass on top of her head, the individual strands gone. Her fingernails had turned skin color, her lips were a little poutier, her enormous breasts firm orbs on her chest, bouncing tightly as she moved. She glanced down at her most feminine slit and found all the pieces there, but the opening tucked back into an unusually puffy opening.
“Oh...” Her eyes widened, startled. She dragged her own hand over the mirror’s surface and heard a long protracted squeeeeeak.
Startled, she pulled her hand back and looked up at Ty, suddenly thinking that perhaps becoming a living balloon wasn’t as intriguing as she had thought. How... how was he going to make her a balloon?
It was this thought she fixated on as his giant hand reached toward her while the other set down the mirror.