"Anywhere you want." Said the vendor, "the transformation will happen either way."
"Alright" John said, "I'll do it the toon way." He put the hose in his mouth and clamped down. The balloon seller grinned and twisted the nozzle on for the toonflation tank. John's cheeks ballooned to pink basketballs as the gas hit, the pressure was intense, but it wasn't enough for him to release the hose and disappoint Carrie. He gave his cheek as test pat and found it incredibly tight yet it didn't hurt or feel uncomfortable. The gas was persistent and found new places to settle, John's attention changed when he heard Carrie giggle and poke, well, actually, fondle, his belly. No longer was it a hard six-pack the toonflation gas had seen fit to make it a small keg.
Carrie looked up at John, a mischievous light flickering in her eyes, "Oh, Honey", she said, her voice low and almost seductive. "You should see yourself, you're changing colors! And I think you toon is showing, but maybe it needs some help coming out." John's body had kept inflation, no longer content with cheeks and belly, the gas was expanding the rest of him, forcing him into a rigid X pose. The pressure increased and his body, for the moment, obliged by growing round and bigger. It didn't feel like it would hold forever. At some point, John's body might burst. The thought and fear of that rushed through his mind. He didn't want to burst. Swelling still, John could now hear his own body making stretching sounds like that of a balloon. Cool hands, Carrie's hands, brought him back. He felt them, quite sensitively on his shoulders and back. They caresses and squeezed, running down slowly to his rear. They stopped there and touched something. Something he didn't know he had.
"John dear, it looks like you've got something here, it looks like a nub." Giggles flowed up from behind him. "I wonder..." Carrie said, standing up and walking around to face him. She stretched out her arms and encompassed John as far as she could, which at this point wasn't a whole lot. But it was enough. "Let's get you tooned!" Whoosh! Carrie hugged John hard forcing the gas to other reaches of him, mostly to his back and that little undeveloped nub. John felt the pressure move back into him and the pressure was intense. Almost unbearable, until. Floomph! The pressure slackened, but didn't diminish. The gas had found a new place to go.
"Perfect!" Carrie gleefully jumped up and hugged, lightly, John again. "You know John, I always wondered what your inner toon might be, but seeing it, I should have known. You're a..."