Tina and Michelle grabbed their stuff from the Uber and hurried up the walkway to Tina’s house. The pair were fresh out of college and would be spending a few weeks at Tina's mom's place before trying to find a job and start their post College lives. Tina was a pretty young woman with a pleasant, girl-next-door sort of face. She had dirty blonde hair and the sort of thin-lipped, high cheekbones smile that made her perpetually look like she was about to smirk and bust your chops. Part of that expression was probably due to her constant good natured ribbing she shared with her friend. Michelle had a more youthful look. Softer, less defined features and a head of rich, flowing brown hair. They've been friends since before college and roommates throughout, so it was a foregone conclusion they would be roommates in the city. But for now, Tina was looking forward to a few days without the excitement of college.

“I can't believe you didn't want that driver's number. He was cute!” Michelle said.

“Come on, Michelle. He was a stranger,” Tina said.

“Oh, you're no fun,” Michelle leaned in. “Say… Do you think he gave us a fake name? I kind of want to look him up. See what he's all about.”

“Of course you do. You are the single nosiest person I've ever met.”

“Yeah, well you are the biggest stick in the mud I've ever met.”

The two playfully shoved each other like rival siblings as they approached the door. Before they could ring the doorbell, the door opened. It was Tina's mom Alexis. If Tina’s look was girl-next-door, Alexis’s look was cover girl. She had a perfect head of blonde hair and, despite her maturity, she had an enduring beauty that made the men in the neighborhood make all sorts of excuses to linger long enough to have a conversation whenever they saw her. Her expression was bright and fun-filled, and her body was mouthwatering, not least because she had the best set of boobs money could buy.

“Tina!” she said, pulling her into a hug. “And… Um… uh…”

“Michelle,” Michelle said, rolling her eyes. “We've only known each other for over a decade.”

“I'm bad with names, you know that,“ Alexis said.

Tina loved her mom, but she was relieved her apple had fallen so far from the tree. Alexis was, to put it bluntly, a world-class ditz.

“Come on in!” Alexis said. “You're right on time!”

“Right on time for what?” Tina asked warily. “This is better not be one of your ‘surprises.’”

Michelle clapped. “Oh! What is it? You can tell me! Whisper it in my ear if you don't want Tina to know,” she said, craning her neck and looking about, trying to spot the surprise.

It took very little effort to spot the surprise once they got to the living room, as there was very little reason for a man in a top hat and a tuxedo to be standing in front of the couch if not to be the surprise.

“A magician, mom? Tina said. “What are we, six?”

“Oh, hush, he's supposed to be the real thing!” Alexis said without an ounce of sarcasm.

“Hello, ladies!” the magician said. “If you'll take a seat we'll begin. I'm in a bit of a time crunch so I'd like to make sure you get a good show before your hour is up.”

“This isn't one of those weird ‘adult’ magicians, is it?” Tina said. “I'm really not into that sort of thing.”

“Things will only go as far as I deem appropriate,” he said. “I pride myself in my ability to match my magic to my audience. Every trick is a match for their individual personalities.”

“Oh yeah?” Michelle said. “And just how do you know what sort of a personality we all have? I'll bet you interviewed Alexis about us right? That's how the trick works, isn't it? Come on, you can tell me. I've just got to know.”

“Oh, I find that things like that tend to be pretty obvious. Let's start with you, in fact. Stand up. You are the first volunteer.”

Michelle eagerly stood up. She stood next to the magician and tried to slyly look him over, searching for tricks of the trade in the least subtle way possible. He took off his top hat and held it out to her.

“All I need you to do is–”

“It’s a rabbit, right? Let me pull it out. I love bunnies!”

“She snatched the hat out of his hand and reached inside. Her arm slid should-deep without any sign of where it went. When she pulled it out again, rather than the bunny she was expecting, she was holding a simple silk handkerchief.

“Oh, wow. A hanky. No way you could fit that in a hat,” she said with a snort, once again ‘casually’ investigating the hat in search of secrets.

“Oh, no. That’s not the trick. I just thought you could use a hanky to clean that schmutz off your nose.”

“What? I have something on my nose?! Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

She wadded up the hanky and tweaked her nose with it, twisting and tugging.

~~~

Michelle tugged and squeezed, trying to make sure she got every speck of whatever was supposedly on her nose. It was more difficult to do than she expected. Despite the apparent size of the hanky, it became increasingly difficult to properly cover her nose with it. Not only that, but it was starting to feel… Weirdly good. TIngly and intense. The smoothness of his silk kerchief was very nice. And she hadn't noticed how wonderfully fragrant the potpourri in Alexis’s home was.

She gave her nose one final twist and handed back the cloth.

“Did I get it?” she asked.

She looked at Tina and Alexis. The older woman looked giddy and delighted. Tina had a look of wonder bordering on horror.

“Did I miss some?” Michelle said a bit more anxiously.

“See for yourself,” the Magician said, reaching into the hat to fetch a hand mirror.

“Oh, thanks. I… Whoa…”

The face staring back at her was approximately 80% nose. It was shaped just like her natural, proper nose, but it was massive, like it was scaled up. She reached up to inspect it and found it was quite real, and feeling her fingers sliding over her smooth skin was strange and… addictive. It just felt so nice…

“How did you do that?” Alexis said.

“Magic,” he said simply. “But really, it was inevitable, considering how nosey you are.”

“You gave Michelle a massive nose for the sake of a pun?” Tina said.

“... What’s the pun?” Alexis said.

Tina  narrowed her eyes and turned to her mom.

“Can you please stop being an airhead for one minute and take this seriously? We have to stop this show and fix Michelle.”

Michelle, who had found her way to the dish of potpourri and was lovingly sampling the aroma like it was a feast, shook her head.

“Oh, no. You think I’m letting you call it quits before you two get yours? Fat chance,” Michelle said.

“Do me next!” Alexis said, jumping up. “I’d like to see you find a pun that sums me up.”

“He’s just going to–” Tina began.

“Hush!” The magician said. “Don’t be a spoil sport.”

“Alexis clapped her hands and stood beside the magician.

“What do I do?” Alexis said.

“You have a very simple part in this trick.” He slid his thumb behind his lapel and presented the flower pinned there. “Just have a sniff.”

“Oh! Let me!” Michell said, dashing over and flaring her nostrils. She took a deep whiff that threatened to pull off the magician’s entire jacket, eventually dislodging the flower and sending it vanishing up her nose.

As she honked and sputtered, trying to dislodge it, the magician shook his head.

“I should have seen that coming,” he said.

He snapped his fingers to conjure a second, more colorful flower to replace it.

“Quick, before she snorts this one too!” He said.

Alexis leaned down and gave it a whiff.

“Oh! It smells very… very… ah… ah…”

Alexis gasped and attempted to stifle a sneeze by pinching her nose. The sneeze would not be denied, and when it finally came, with no way out of her nose, the sneeze gave her head the airbag treatment. In the blink of an eye, her head went from rather petite to something that would have been at home on a mardi gras float.

“Whoa…” she said, teetering side to side and trying to support her head with her hands.

“As before, the offending body part didn’t swell into a distorted balloon, it just scaled up. Her attractive features were now larger than life. Though when it pumped into things, it produced a hollow thump, like it was hollow, making her a literal airhead.

“Why are you all so small all of a sudden?” she said.

“Jeez, Mom. Can we finally call it quits? This has gone too far. We don’t even know how he’s doing this!”

“It’s magic,” Alexis, Michelle, and the magician all said simultaneously.

“Come on. Give it a try!” Alexis said, bumping her swollen head into the ceiling light and stumbling back onto the couch.

“You know what you need to do? Learn to loosen up,” the Magician said.

“Oh, no. Oh no you don’t. You’re not pulling any pun based magic on me,” she said, backing away.

“Oh, you’re too paranoid. You can’t expect me to–think fast!”

He tossed his hat in her direction.

Tina ducked. The hat flew over her head, missing whatever magical maneuver he was trying to pull on her. Wary not to let him out of her sight, she locked eyes with him and backed away. She realized she should have been watching where she was going exactly one step too late. She stepped back, but rather than her foot coming down on the hardwood floor, it came down on a smooth, silky bit of fabric, a hat lining, that completely refused to support her weight. She stumbled backward, sinking thigh deep into something that should have struggled to conceal her foot. She planted her hands and her free foot on the floor, trying to pull free.

“Oh, dear. You should watch your step. Alexis, perhaps you should help your daughter.”

“I’ll help you, sweetie!” she said.

“No, Mom. Don’t!” Tina yelped.

Alexis tottered over, bent down, and quickly lost her balance, falling forward and landing on top of her daughter face-to-enormous face. The hollow thump was more than enough to stuff Tina fully into the hat. Her grasping hands tried to get a hold of the hat’s satin lining, which swept up around her like a fabric tube. No amount of scrabbling could get a grip. And she just kept sliding, like it was an endless tunnel. She tried to dig her heels into the fabric, but only managed to straighten herself out, zipping even faster, feet first, through the form-fitting fabric tube. Then, without warning, she popped back out of the hat like toast from a toaster. She’d built up a tremendous amount of speed, so her trajectory took her straight to the ceiling.

The speed of the impact was extreme enough that the blow should have been painful, even dangerous. But instead she felt a firm, almost pleasant pressure on her face that spread her features and flattened them. She dangled for a moment, then popped free.

Tina blinked and tried to shake her head, hoping it would pop back to shape in a similarly cartoony way. It didn’t.

“What did you do…” she said, woozy.

“I helped you loosen up,” the Magician said. “You’re much more… flexible now.”

Tina grabbed the sides of her mashed-flat face. Her whole expression was a smeared, distorted mess, but with some effort she was able to squash her head back into its proper shape again.

“Look, you’ve had your fun, now put us back to normal,” Tina said.

“We haven’t had our fun yet,” Michelle said.

“Yeah, let’s see how flexible you got!” said Alexis.

“Hey, come on! Cut that–unph–out!”

She held out her hands, trying to stop the other girls from doing whatever it was they had in mind. If she’d been thinking, she would have known that wouldn’t do her much good. Her mother just grabbed her hands and playfully tugged them forward. Tina squirmed as she felt them stretch, the feeling of what should have been solid bone and muscle elongating like clay was equal parts intense, interesting, and perplexing. She realized, as her mom made it nearly halfway across the room, that there was literally nothing she could do to stop her or Michelle from doing whatever they wanted with her. And the thought was… exciting in a way that she’d have to think long and hard about.

Tina scrambled to her feet and tried to dash toward her mother, to reel in some of the stretched length of her arms, but now it was Michelle’s turn. She grabbed Tina by the hips, holding her firm.

“What are you… ungh…” Tina groaned.

Her arms started to reach their limit, and as she tried to pull them back, her torso began elongating.

“I’m not… ah… I’m not a toy…” Tina murmured, not quite as resistant as she was before as her combined fascination and stimulation started to get the better of her.

“You sure feel like one,” Michelle giggled, flopping back onto the couch with one arm still around Tina’s waist.

With the free hand, hooked under Tina’s weakly kicking legs and folded them up, easily wrapping each of them behind her stretched back. Tina didn’t notice at first, as she was too distracted by the fact that her mom was twisting her around like a candy cane. At least, she was until her giant head bopped the far wall and she lost her grip.

Tina snapped back toward Michelle in a dizzying motion and struck her big-nosed friend hard. So hard that her malleable head lodged itself entirely in Michelle’s nostril. Another giggle and a quick honk dislodged Tina’s sputtering head, but before she could try to pretzel herself, Michelle grabbed Tina’s arms and threaded them under her butt. As she dragged them up, Tina’s face side down, curling over her already pretzel-bent body until her blushing cheeks were starting to nestle into her own ass-crack. More pulling, more stretching, and she curled entirely around until her head was pinned between her body and Michelle’s. Attempting to shift or squirm was… distracting, because she could feel her legs wrapped in her upper body like it was wrapping paper. Then, with a flourish that almost made it seem like she knew what she was doing, Michelle wrapped the arms around behind her head and tied them in a bow, neatly trussing her up in a little, pretzeled-up wad.

“Wow… You really bent over backwards to make that a good trick,” Alexis said with a snicker, trying to keep her inflated head upright.

“I’m… nph… bent over forwards Mom…” Tina said, her cheeks getting progressively more rosy.

“So, having fun yet?” Michelle said, rocking the wadded-up woman on her lap and gently sniffing at her.

With a nose her size, even a gentle sniff was causing the frazzled, malleable woman’s hair to flutter.

“No…” Tina glanced aside, trying to ignore the lovely “first stretch of the morning” she was feeling all over her body and the thrilling feeling of being so utterly at her friend’s mercy.

“Maybe…” she amended.

~~~

Nearly two hours later, the ladies were still experimenting and playing. Alexis had taken advantage of her scaled up head to do the most intricate makeup job she’d ever done. Michelle had finished sampling every scent in the house, and was now playfully tugging and stretching Tina’s various facial features while her arms and legs were wrapped around her like a bondage vest.

“Well, girls. I think we’ve had our fun, but we should probably let Mr. Magician fix us so he can be on his… way?”

For the first time they realized that the culprit of these various transformations was no longer present. A bit of investigation turned up a handwritten note and his business card.

“Sorry ladies. I was going to do the restoration, but you seemed so busy I didn’t get the chance before your hour was up. Hire me again to get yourselves fixed up, though I warn you, I’m booked solid for at least two weeks.”

“Oh… Um…” Alexis muttered. “We… might be like this for a bit, girls.”

Tina glanced at Michelle, then back to Alexis.

“Maybe… we don’t need to book his first opening…” she said.

“Wow! He really did loosen you up!” Michelle said, hugging her squishy friend.