As Dylan and Tina sat there confused they both began to feel extremely concerned for Wendy. What had happened?
What could possibly cause something like this. Out of curiosity Dylan picked up the whoopie cushion to
investigate.
"What just happened?" Tina said with a whimper.
"I don't know. Maybe it has something to do with this whoopie cushion."
"Do you think she'll be alright? I mean...did you see her hands and feet turning into whoopie cushions too?"
Dylan only let out a grunt in reply. He was severely worried for Wendy, though he didn't need to say it. They both
were. One thing that he didn't mention was his reason for concern. Sure their friend seemed to be turning into
whoopie cushions but she was also incredibly annoying. Tina was only concerned because the situation was so weird.
Dylan, on the other hand was concerned because he secretly liked her. Despite her...defining personality trait,
she was beautiful.
Dylan sighed a little as Tina shuffled her feet beside him. Suddenly the shuffling grew more frantic as she let
out a loud yelp. Dylan immediately directed his attention to Tina who was frantically pointing at her feet and
trying to hold back a scream. Slowly Dylan looked down and saw the horror. Her feet were slowing swelling up and
turning a dark shade of red. It was then he noticed an odd sensation in his hands and feet.
"Oh God...oh God! Dylan, what's happening!?."
"We must have received a dosage of powder when I sat on the cushion."
Fear threatened to over take Dylan at that moment but he pulled himself together for the sake of Tina.
"Dylan..."Tina whispered, "do you think Jen was affected?"
Dylan cursed lightly under his breath. "Where did she say she was going?"
"To get help."
With that they slowly got up, so as not to attract attention, and walked out towards the nurses office. Dylan was
finding it increasingly difficult to walk as his feet swelled in his shoes but he had to press on. Tina was having
similar issues as her feet continued to swell. As they walked her latex feet slapped loudly on the floor and all
but the middle toes on her feet were absorbed. She whimperd quietly as her remaining toes lost their shape,
becoming long, rubber tubes.
Finally they made it to the nurses office. Just in time too because Tina's feet were starting to make farting
noises. Walking in however, they found the floor littered with whoopie cushions and Jen's clothing.
"No not Jen too!" Tina yelled
"Tina...look at the nurses chair"
She glanced over and let out a massive scream. In the chair was the nurse almost done transforming into whoopie
cushions. She reached out to them and tried to say something but only a fart came out. Seconds later she fell
apart. Dylan and Tina stood for a moment contemplating the situation before Tina suddenly fell over with a fart.
"No...please God no."
Her hands were completely whoopie cushions.
"Dylan...I...I don't want this. I don't want to die."
Dylan ignored her, focusing on his own changing hands and feet. Before it was too late he removed his shoes and
socks to discover his feet had finished changing long ago. He sat down in a nearby chair to await further changes.
"Tina, I'm afraid there's nothing we can do. I seriously have no idea what's going on."
"Then it's over. I may as well lye down a die. Is that what you're saying?"
"Yes"
With that he removed his shirt to watch the changes. As the red discoloration spread up his body it caused his
legs to bulge in various places. Tina meanwhile was completely focused on her waist. Her ass was swelling and
filling with air. With her whoopie cushion hands she forced her jeans and panties off to observe the change.
Seeing Tina's exposed womanhood made Dylan erect but he feared it was something else causing his pecker to
stiffen. He too removed his pants and underwear to expose a raging boner. Tina stared at it wishing she had seen
it under different circumstances. Sometimes she fantasized about sucking his penis. How else was she supposed to
entertain herself in the evening?
Directing her attention back to her sex she watched the lips of her vagina swell outward as all hair in the region
fell off. As pressure built behind her womanhood she began to rub herself. She figured this would be the last time
after all. Suddenly air began gushing from her slit, pushing her hand away. As she stared, growing increasingly
aroused, her vagina dilated and all distinguishing features of her slit, including her clit, melted away leaving
behind a wide, smooth rubber tube devoid off all sexual sensation. It slowly decreased in diameter, becoming just
another whoopie cushion.
Meanwhile Dylan was having problems of his own. The flesh of his dick was becoming increasingly shiny and slick
and as the swelling reached the base of his shaft, it suddenly went limp like a wet noodle. He reached down and
tried to stimulate it but it was absolutely numb. Within seconds the head disappeared, the hole widened
significantly, and it turned a bright red. It let out a final jet of air, causing another farting noise.
"Well Dylan, I guess this is it." Tina exclaimed as her breasts began to change shape under her shirt. Her voice
was becoming extremely weak as her lungs ceased to function. As her elongating nipples pressed tightly against her
shirt she let out one final breath, in the form of a cart.
Dylan watched as her arms and torso began bulging in various places. As each bulb began to separate from her body
Dylan closed his eyes and waited for the same to happen to him. He didn't wait long. Within moments he lost all
feeling below his neck and he felt his face beginning to melt away. With his final moments he opened his eyes and
looked at Tina. Suddenly he wanted to scream because as Tina faded away, she was blowing mass amounts of that
transformative powder into the ventilation system.