Day 3 of the 25 days of TF-mas! (Contains girl to inflatable tf)

Kat brushed a bit of its dark locks from its face and let out a satisfied sigh. The woman-turned-cocoa beverage that Kat had just polished off really hit the spot. It adjusted its beanie, filled with renewed vigor, and already had its eye on a new subject of interest. Kat idly flipped through what remained of Carla's original belongings as a small front for its continued observations. The target that caught Kat’s attention this time was significantly different than the previous two. Where Vanessa and Carla had both inundated themselves in the spirit of the holidays in their own ways, this particular young lady seemed to get her merriment from bashing the people that obsess over the traditions. It was actually a small gaggle of people giggling and making fun of the decorations and holiday music playing softly in the café, but Kat had one in its sights above them all. The apparent ringleader was a bit taller than the others with a slender build. By traditional standards she was a beauty. She could probably be a model for a small-scale magazine. The woman wore a dark coat that trailed down to her knees, cinched at the waist to accentuate her figure. Her hair was a light, not-quite-platinum blonde and was pulled up into a ponytail. Kat was staring now. People like this – people like her, who bashed and trashed on the holidays were just as alluring to it as people like Vanessa and Carla had been. Their negativity was intoxicating. All Kat needed now was a little inspiration to get moving. It did not take long.

“Oh my gosh – look,” the ringleader said, stifling a laugh and pointing out the window.

“Wow. I would be so embarrassed,” one of her friends said.

“No way you’d catch me dead like that,” another added.

The people they had targeted for their heckling this time was a small group of carolers outside. They stood in the little plaza of the mostly outdoor shopping center the café belonged to and sang various little holiday tunes acapella. For the more musically inclined, their performance was actually rather skillful. The blonde and her friends were not musically inclined.

“Lorrie – are you taking pics?” the first friend of the ringleader, whose name appeared to be Lorrie asked through a chuckle.

“Yeah, I mean I’ve got to show my followers,” Lorrie replied, having been using her modest follower count as a measure of her self-worth and apparent superiority over the people she made fun of. She let out a wistful sigh, “I just wish I could show them how ridiculous they look.”

A smiled crept over the creature known as Kat. Those beautiful magic words brought forth the inspiration it needed to get to work. It continued to watch Lorrie for a few minutes more, then followed her and her friends out of the little café at a reasonable distance. Kat was not the only one observing people there though. After recovering from a daze, the barista that had served Carla her beverage found it very odd indeed to find the cute little bookworm had left her coat and books behind. There was something very unusual about the dark-haired woman that sat where Carla had, and the barista was intent on finding out what her deal was. It was especially suspicious to her that the woman in the beanie was flipping through Carla’s precious books as though she owned them. The longer she looked, the more reasons she found for her bad feelings about this woman. When Kat stood to follow the people it had been staring at for a while, the barista found herself faced with a decision…

Kat tailed the young women until they began to split off one by one to their individual homes. In that time, it had learned a lot about its target. Lorrie was the second youngest of five siblings, and the last to move out of her childhood home, which she had done just under two years ago. This newfound freedom led to a lot of self-discovery and self-indulgence. Not the least of these indulgences was her proclivity to openly berate anyone she wanted under the guise of entertainment and free speech on the internet. While Kat didn’t really care about the morality of these actions, it did inform Kate of the way Lorrie tended to operate. Case in point, the lack of anything festive whatsoever in or around her small home, as if it were a deliberate counterpoint to the completely decked out house across the street. Kat found that Lorrie was deliberately counter to a lot of things for the sole purpose of disagreeing with the popular topic of the day. Despite her extensive collection of music from a particular band that had recently soared in popularity, all of her public opinions on the band were negative. The same was true for actors and even food items. Lorrie, for all intents and purposes, was a contradiction.

That wouldn’t matter for much longer.

Lorrie was in her room, jamming out to music and checking her socials for likes and comments on her latest post flaming the group of carolers. She smirked at her meager but substantial enough group of yes men that flocked to throw fuel on the fire. A knock at the door tore her from her machinations, and she hurried downstairs, expecting it to be a package she’d ordered. To her tremendous disappointment, it was some older chick she didn’t recognized. Looked like a soccer mom to Lorrie, and she did little to hide the judgmental look on her face.

“What do you want?” she asked, leaning a bit with her hand on her hip.

Kat smiled, “I’m here to grant your wish.”

“Whatever. Weirdo,” Lorrie shut the door in the bizarre woman’s face. Although she maintained a dismissive attitude, something unsettled the young girl enough to slide the bolt in place to lock the door. Wanting to get the encounter out of her mind, she turned her music back on, louder now. Slowly but surely, Lorrie let the strange woman out of her head, and began to make herself some dinner. Eventually she began to hear another sound pierce through her own pop punk bands of choice, a holiday song. An old one too, something that had gone into the public domain by now. Despite it being faint and sounding like it was coming from a fairly crappy speaker, it was nearby enough to make out through her own tunes. Frustrated and suspecting the strange lady, Lorrie marched towards the door and threw it open.

“Hey! Y- huh?” Lorrie opened up ready to yell at the woman, but there was nothing and no one around. She could still hear the crappy little tune though. Lorrie slammed the door and hurried to a window, trying to figure out where the hell this music was coming from, but it sounded the same no matter where she went! It was as if she had a speaker in her pocket, and-

Clack!

Lorrie looked down; her thoughts interrupted by the sound of something hitting her laminate floor. It was a small black box with a speaker on one end and a dial on the side. It was the source of the music. Stranger still was its origin. She followed the cord up and up to where she had to assume was a battery of some sort, but instead it simply slipped into… her skin!? The realization made her scream aloud. She spent several seconds feeling the cord, and the seamless entrance it made into her body. She gave it a tug and felt it jerk on her in turn. Lorrie began to pace, dragging the speaker and its incessant music along with her with every step she made. Her heart pounded. What was she supposed to do? She could call 911 but what would she say? Why wont this stupid speaker SHUT UP

Hissssss

A new sound entered the fray, reaching the already frazzled Lorrie’s ears. It sounded like an air pump and was quickly drowning out everything else, including her own thoughts. An incredible bloating sensation hit her just about everywhere at once, and her body began to balloon out with reckless abandon. Her slender physique was no match for the onslaught that pressed out from within her body on all sides. She grew wider and wider, her legs bloating to comical proportions and limiting her movement. Her panic did nothing to slow it down. If anything, as if a contrarian counterpoint to her desire to remain herself, her body quickened the pace of change. Her legs fused at her thighs and quickly began closing the seam downwards, her pants long since having become a part of her skin by now. The color of her new lower half took on a red and white and flared out like a facsimile of a dress. The speaker was lost down there somewhere, and she could no longer move her legs, nor feel them as separate from one another. Running her hands along the smooth surface of her lower half elicited a faint squeak that terrified Lorrie. Aside from the dress-like widening of her legs and hips, she’d maintained a fairly similar proportion to her original body, with her chest, arms, and abdomen inflating in uniform lockstep. Her arms fattened to a point that moving them became a real struggle. A rubbery sheen coated her chest and arms, and she suddenly became aware that she could no longer feel her heart hammering away in her chest. The only thing she heard was the crappy speaker playing holiday music and the only thing she could feel was the air rushing into her body. Her arms moved on their own and pressed her inflated hands together. To her horror, her hands seamlessly melded into one another, and her arms became one solid mass of inflated, hollow rubber made to look like she had her arms folded across her abdomen, with her hands tucked into the opposing arm’s sleeve. Similar to the coloration of her lower half, her torso and arms changed to have a similarly holiday themed outfit painted on. Her changes finally reached her head, though truth be told her head had been changing all along. Her skin was rubber, and her smile and eyes were painted on with no way for Lorrie to alter them. Her hair had become a solid block of yellow paint on her new head.

Lorrie stood in her living room; a large lawn inflatable themed for the holidays. With the speaker playing tunes, she was meant to be a caroler. The irony was lost on the poor girl, whose mind was too ablaze with panic and abject horror to really appreciate her new form. Kat hardly minded that when it came by to pick her up. Another wish granted, and another decoration for Vanessa’s home. Outside, the young barista watched as Kat exited the house with what looked like a deflated lawn blow up decoration…