Quickie 8: Traveling with Friends

(Contains inanimate pooltoy TF)

"This is a really stupid idea."

"But it's your idea!"

"And that's why I can call it stupid."

Desmond glanced up from folding his shirts to scoff at his roommate. 'Folding' was a generous term. It was more rolling everything into bundles and cramming them into a suitcase. Crazy blue squirrel-fox even rolled his underwear like that. "You're just mad because you lost the coin toss."

The mouse standing opposite their shared bed was not packing at all. In fact, Jason was constantly shifting her weight in nothing but her worst bra and panties. A few of her clothes were already in the big suitcase Desmond was working with. Modesty was the least of her worries on their flight to Midwest Furfest.

She looked back to Desmond fuming angrily. Unfortunately, it was hard not to look cute even in the worst of moods. "Yeah. I demand a rematch."

"Hun, the airport shuttle will be here in a half-hour. Either blast yourself already or order a last minute plane ticket."

Desmond was too busy pondering how to pack their Switch into the suitcase to regard Jason further. The large blue tail waved at her in an almost teasing motion as he tried arranging Jason's art supplies for more room.

Jason could only manage another irritated snort unable to make a proper retort. Their lack of funds had been what prompted her to come up with an idea for both of them to travel a bit more conservatively. Merely buying two plane tickets had been difficult months ago. Now it was just not an option. Being the last minute, they would probably cost more than both their bank accounts combined.

She adjusted her round spectacles for probably the twentieth time that hour. Brown eyes drifted apprehensively to the device laying on her bed pillow. At a passing glance, it was not unlike any toy gun off a supermarket shelf. Most people would not expect it to trigger horrific transformations until they had already been zapped.

People like unsuspecting roommates with their heads buried inside a suitcase.

Jason scooped up the gun, pointing it at her friends open back. It did not matter who flew in 'third class' in the end. A gentle squeeze of the trigger caused lights along both sides of the gun to blink rapidly. From the base came a humming that built up momentum.

And then the butt of the gun flipped open to focus a lens on Jason's face.

"...oh..."

FWOOSH!

For one moment, the entire bedroom became engulfed in the release of bright green energy. The outlines of Jason, Desmond, or even their furniture were not visible under such intense glare. Jason could sure feel the power forcing its way into her body, though. There was little she could do to resist against such a strong dosage. Her body heated up from the inside, heart slamming against her ribcage pumping cells that were already mutating to a new predefined structure.

Desmond waited for the light to fade out before glancing back at her with a triumphant grin. The mouse remained stuck in a catatonic daze with her black hair frizzled and smoking slightly. Flipping the suitcase lid closed, he muttered, "Yeah, I booby-trapped your gun while you were taking a piss. Nice try, though."

"Ngghh!!" Jason let the gun slip out of fingers, looking like she was trying to flex out of a bad cramp. Her movements grew increasingly stiff as she walked around the bed to Desmond's side. Round ears folded back against her hair, picking up a soft hissing noise somewhere deep inside herself. "Jerk! I...I hate how weird this part feels. HIC!!"

The mouse gave off an involuntary reflex when a surge of pressure punched from behind her belly button. Neither her nor Desmond were that surprised the hiccup had a sharp squeal to it, like a balloon releasing air. They stared at each other for a second before glancing down to Jason's stomach.

The small bellybutton that usually sank in most peoples stomachs had vanished for Jason. Capping in its place was a large plastic valve. A chill oozed out from around the area, causing Jason to shiver. She noticed the internal hissing grew louder as the fur around her new addition shifted. The fibers pressed in against her skin melting into a smooth, shiny plastic.

"Oh shush, it's not like you have to do any work after this." Desmond could not resist reaching out to run a hand over the synthetic material his friend's midsection was becoming. The friction caused her skin to squeak in its own distinct way.

"Huff! Knock it off!" Jason wobbled backward trying to force her legs to move. Her own hand came to rest on her belly valve. There was a lot of give when she curiously pushed down on the area. No doubt a result of her organs dissolving into air as the hissing droned on. Not just her middle, but her entire body was starting to feel bloated and hard to move. "I swear if you lose me in customs, I'm gonna-SQUEAK!?"

THWOOMP!

A sudden push in Jason's ears caused them to unfold fully erect against her will. While the mouse could no see it, Desmond was sure surprised to watch his best friends lobes triple in thickness to become puffed up balloons, painted bright pink on their insides. The top of each ear opened up into a gap that made them double as handles. Seconds later, Jason's scruffy mane of black hair shifted before becoming a single hallow mass melded into her upper back.

"Oh, please," he said after recovering from the spontaneous head inflation. "It's a convention, hun. People bring weirder things than a pool toy onto airplanes. Airport security isn't going to detain us for that. Now the antidote might look a bit more suspicious..."

Jason was barely paying attention as she tried to grab at her unresponsive synthetic ears. Unfortunately, her hands refused to reach that far. Soon as she realized what that meant Jason felt her shoulders pop out shiny and huge. What motor control remained was quickly lost as her joints vanished into hollow air. This left her arms pressed against her sides permanently half-raised with elbows jutting out. She barely managed to clench her fists to instinctively fight the pressure before it forced them to open with another loud pop. Hands instantly melded into solid lumps with only stitching and paint as any signs of what had once been dexterous digits.

"I...I'm serious...mmh huff! Please...don't nggh joke about that." Something passed over Jason's tail, making it cringe, and then snap out perfectly straight. Fortunately, she had just enough neck muscle left to glance back and watch it become little more than a long slick tube above her butt. A butt that promptly surged out in size as plastic poured over its soft fur. "If you lose me...I...I mmmgh! I will make you pay for this."

"Again, this was your idea. At least we agreed not to go with the fursuit option. Those are much harder to pack." Desmond shook his head while zipping up the suitcase full of essentials for two people. "Stop being a sore loser and look forward to relaxing for the next ten hours."

"Relaxed and stuffed in your old dirty backpack. Oof!"

Jason staggered her final steps in a desperate attempt to stay upright. Despite getting lighter, her knees were forced to bend into a squat. Thighs surged out in a rush of air to better match the swell of her inflated buttocks. This quickly flowed into her shins for another explosive inflation, before finally consuming Jason's paws to the plastic coating.

The mouse could only squeak as she wobbled and fell forward. Her much lighter, majorly artificial, body bounced on the dirty carpet once before settling. She was slightly glad the forced positioning of her limbs left her propped somewhat off the floor on knees and elbows. Although it did heft her ass into the air as her back arched low to make for a seat.

"I ain't going to lose you, hun," Desmond continued as he retrieved said backpack from the closet. Sure it was worn, but it had survived his life all the way since grade school. "You know I only agreed to this if the transformed one was carry-on because of lackluster baggage workers. This thing is never going to leave my sight."

"Good...I...I..." Jason's muzzle hung open in stupefied wonder at her chest. The straps of her bra strained and broke around her bloated shoulders thanks to her chest swelling outwards. What little fur remained vanished from her visible cleavage as both mounds squeaked and bulged in their cups. Soon the clasp could not handle their pressure and snapped. Two round miniature balloons fell forward in hard bounces before settling pressed between Jason's arms. Nipples had vanished entirely for a smooth, shiny surface. Only their positioning gave any indication of anatomy.

Same could be said for Jason's backside as her whole body began to inflate in general. Panties ripped in several places before finally snapping off the mouses plastic bottom. It barely had any semblance of famine curves, both slit and anus had long since smoothed out to become a genderless synthetic surface.

The hissing reached its apex as Jason doubled in size, and then inflated larger still. She wanted to check herself out again but found even her neck was losing it's motor skills. A glossy shine washed over her face as the mouse was slowly forced to stare straight ahead, almost eye level with Desmond's chest. She was definitely large enough to support his weight now. Maybe even someone huge like a bear or horse.

As she watched her nose melt into the same material as her snout, Jason gave a small laugh. Even that sounded like a rush of air escaping. "O-okay then. See...see you in ten hours hun."

Desmond smiled back and gave a small nod. They stared almost awkwardly for a few more seconds before Jason's face contorted like she was about to sneeze.

POP!

All emotion left the mouse as her muzzle sprung from flesh into a bulging lump of carved latex. Eyes and teeth remained little more than fancy water-proof paint stuck in a goofy cartoonish grin.

The hissing slowly weakened before eventually dying out. Seeing Jason staring with a soulless grin was kind of creepy knowing her brain still worked behind those fake eyes. Desmond knew he had little time to dwell on that, however. He gave the mouse pool toy a gentle pat on the head and proceeded to flip it onto its back.

The stopper popped out of Jason's valve with a rush of air. Desmond carefully but firmly pushed in on the rest of her body to help get everything out. Of course, the valve would spawn in a weird place. The stomach made it tricky to just roll her up from one end to the other. Still, with a bit of good pressing, he managed to get her deflated and tucked away into his backpack with the rest of his traveling items.

And not a minute too soon. Almost as soon as Desmond finished zipping his pack, there came a knock at the door. He cursed softly, made a final sweep of the room for any valuables, and wheeled the large suitcase to the door.

"Shuttle express!?" chimed the elder looking red panda when Desmond got the door open. "Are you Desmond Fallout? I'm Frank."

"Hi, Frank! Indeed I am!" Desmond happily passed off the suitcase to Frank's waiting hand. They did not bother to wait while Desmond made another sweep for anything his absent mind could forget and locked up. That just meant the shuttle door was open for him by the time he got down.

"So where you flying off to so early?" Frank offered to take his backpack, but Desmond simply plopped it into the seat before climbing in after it.

"Oh, heading out to Chicago to meet a lot of friends."

"Dang, that is a long way." Frank worked his way around into the driver's seat. Once traffic was clear they moved on into the street towards their next pick up. "What's out in Chicago? Some kind of gathering?"

"A convention, yeah." Desmond pulled his backpack into his lap, arms draped over it like a den mother. "Had a few troubles getting ready for it, but we worked that out."

"We?" Desmond could see the red panda's eyebrow raise in the rearview mirror. "You meeting some of these friends at the airport?"

Desmond chuckled, knowing his driver was just making friendly small talk. It still made him hold his pack a little tighter. "Yeah, you could say that. Travelling is a lot cheaper with friends."