"Thank you, thank you!" Gwen said as she bowed on the stage. "For tonight's performance, we have decided to do things a little differently. We will show you all three different, but similar performances, and at the end, we will have three lucky winners each pick one of us fine lovely ladies on the stage for each version of the trick, and everything that comes after!" she finished with a wink. "Now, as one of the new girls, I offered to go first!"

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"And thank you all!" Gwen bowed, everyone put back the way they were before. "As for our winners, would the lucky holders of tickets 17, 12 and 54 please come up to claim your prize?"

Three men came up, as the audience skewed more toward the male demographic than the female one. "So, gentlemen," Gwen greeted them, "have you picked who and what?"

The three guys gave a quick huddle so as to not step on each other's toes. After all, no one wanted the bad feelings of two guys trying to vie for the personal attention of one woman. They reached a mutually satisfiable decision. "Hey, Gwen? Let's get some air into you," the first man said.

"Eeeee!" Gwen hopped up and down in joy, her long braid flopping back and forth between her shoulders. Her thin red dress was slim against her body, and she filled it out to slightly over capacity. "Good choice!"

Behind her, the twins approached with a large bicycle pump attached to a long hose. Gwen took the hose in hand and the twins handed the pump to the first man. Without any prompting, as they had already gone through the song-and-dance routine before during the show proper, she took the hose and swallowed the end. After it had gone down a foot or so, she smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

He gave the pump a single long stroke, and the effect on Gwen was instant. Her stomach started to inflate. Another stroke, and the rest of her torso began to bulb out.  A third push on the pump, and she began to float upwards into the air, her arms and legs outstretched as they too inflated.  A fourth. A fifth. With each pump, Gwen inflated and floated higher until she was bobbing gently in the air at head height. Her eyes were wide, but not bulging, showing her obvious pleasure at her predicament. One of the twins carefully yanked the tube out of her mouth, then wrapped a lace string around her wrist.

"Here you go!" the twin said, handing the balloon-woman over to the young man. "Now remember, the magic effect will run out, so choose the best time for that to happen." She winked at him. "I mean, it would be a shame for her to regain her normal shape and her clothes didn't right?"

He agreed, and walked off, balloon in tow.

"So I guess that means I'm next?" a slightly older man with a well-kept beard stepped up. "Joyce, my dear, would you do me the favour of becoming a scarecrow?"

"Sure!" the chosen young woman replied, her short-cut hair perfectly combed. "Do you want to stuff my shirt, or should I take it off first?" she asked with a coo for the older man. The twins vanished, then came back with a basket full of straw and a burlap sack large enough for Joyce to hide in.

"I think I can stuff you properly," he said with a smirk. He took some offered straw and pulled open Joyce's collar, stuffing the straw down it.

"That itches!" she complained with a smile as she adjusted the dry stuffing. But the man ignored her comment, taking another fistful and filling the sleeves of her light shirt. More stuffing went through her collar, and Joyce licked her lips as his hand lingered over her chest.

Another fistful of straw went into her pants, the button popping open as he didn't bother to hide how he stuffed not only her pants, but her private slit as well. Joyce pinned his hand in place for a moment, then whispered something in his ear. He kissed her on the cheek, and then took the large sack from the twins.

Holding the wide mouth open, Joyce stepped into it, and he closed it over her head. He waited for the count of five, then opened it up again.

Inside the bag was a cloth-and-straw doll of Joyce, life sized and perfectly in her shape. The shirt was opened a little bit more than when she went in, exposing her straw-filled mounds on her chest.

The bearded man lifted the scarecrow out of the bag, giving it a shake to prove that there were no bones in it. The twins put away the gear for the transformation. "Enjoy!" they said in unison. "Just remember to lubricate well, as she might be a little dry when she comes back to normal!"

Then he was gone, leaving the last winner on the stage. "Felicity?" he turned to the shortest member of the troupe, "I'd like to turn you into a pillow, if you please?"

"Heck yeah!" the red-dyed woman pumped her fist in the air. "This is gonna be so awesome!" She paraded forward in her black skirt and vest. "So, how did you want me?" she asked with a finger on her lips in a pouty look.

"Well," he rolled his head from side to side. "Would it be too much to ask if you stripped naked for me here, and to remove your arms and your legs? But please, leave your head on."

"You heard the man!" Fel cried out as she started to undo her top. "One cute and sexy, totally naked body pillow coming right up!"

The Twins appeared, waiting patiently as Fel stripped off the last of her clothes, revealing herself in all her petite glory. "Like what you see, huh?" she asked.

"Yep," he replied, not bothering to hide his lust. "I'm going to take you home tonight, and keep you warm inside and out."

Fel spread both her lips. "I hope you keep your promise," she said. "It's not like I'm going to stop you."

The twins approached her and picked her up. One twin simply pulled Fel's legs off at the hip, leaving an angle from the waist down to her pussy. She tossed them aside. Then the other detached her arms with no fanfare, leaving her held up by her hips. One twin produced a white pillowcase, but before she used it, reconsidered, and pulled a red gag out from somewhere, which she used to fill Fel's mouth with before dropping the pillowcase over her head.

However, the case wasn't quite long enough, and it left her very bottom exposed, especially when the drawstring was tightened. The twins handed his new pillow over the last winner with a slight bow. "Enjoy!" they cheered him on. "Just between you and us, she hasn't been laid in a month," one of them leaned in to whisper. "So go all out and don't bother with any protection."

He gave the twins a thumbs-up, and was gone.