Wendy "Whoopie" Cushner ran to her house's door. Frt. Frt. Frt. She was unable to work the handle with her whoopie cushion hands, but after several minutes of careful deflation and maneuvering, she did manage to turn the handle and promptly ran into the nearest bathroom, slamming the door. Her pink latex skin was making her feel terribly hot. It seemed she could no longer sweat. Besides this, she could feel a pressure building up under her shirt. As quickly as she was able, Wendy slid out of her skirt and underwear and worked her shirt up over her head. Before long she was standing in front of the bathroom's full length mirror, completely nude.
Her eyes fixed onto her breasts. She whimpered and grasped at them as they began to inflate, just as her hands and feet had done. She wondered what would start inflating next, and what would happen to her? Her rubbery pink breasts swelled and rounded; became two pert air-filled whoopie cushions. Wendy's pink nipples became the rubber necks. Wendy pushed on one, tears streaming down her face, as it expelled it's air. Frt. It quickly puffed back up.
Wendy examined her slender arms and legs in the mirror. Not one hair could be found on any of it. The perfect smoothness of her somewhat curvy body appealed to her but alienated her at the same time. She didn't feel like herself anymore; it was all very confusing. Resigned, and wondering what to do next, Wendy sat on the bathroom floor. She jumped, startled, as her butt deflated as well. Frt. Wendy began to sob a bit, hugging herself tightly. Frt frt went her breasts.
Wendy's next sentences were a barely audible whisper. "At this rate, there is going to be nothing left of me but a giant whoopie cushion. No humanity left; just a giant sac of pink latex and air."
As if in response, Wendy's entire body stiffened, forcing her to lay flat on the bathroom floor. She screamed in terror as her whoopie cushion feet grew larger, two feet in diameter. Three. They grew larger, moving up and swallowing her legs. Her hands followed suit, swallowing up her arms. Wendy's screams died out as her lungs were replaced by whoopie cushions. Her lips thinned out and disappeared. Her ears flattened out without a trace. Wendy's pert, cute nose sunk into her rounded, smoothing face. She could no longer feel her heart beat as her black hair fell out, leaving her bright pink scalp bare as a whoopie cushion.
This was it: The final transformation. As she transformed completely, Wendy had to wonder what was going on with her friends. Especially Dylan; she had always kind of liked him.
Wendy could feel every inch of the bathroom floor even as her nerves were replaced by the cold rubber fibers of a whoopie cushion. Her final breath was to breath in; Wendy couldn't stop inhaling. Her legs merged together and fused like two soap bubbles. Her arms and torso followed, moving up her slender human neck. All the rubber necks on her body dissipated into the growing latex mass. Her eyes shut forever, yet Wendy was still able to see in a sense. She tried to move but was unable to. Her final remains of humanity drifted away as her mouth elongated impossibly into a final, large rubber neck.
Wendy the Whoopie Cushion lay perfectly still.
"What the hell is going on in there?" Wendy's mother burst in, throwing open the bathroom door. She stepped inside, right onto Wendy.
Wendy answered. "Fffrrrrrrrrrttt."