Well at BLFC  TheHeliumTiger drew a wonderful sketch for me, so of course I had to repay the favor by transforming him into a big inflatable reindeer! >:3

Ceejay finds a strange Christmas gift while cleaning the closet, but ignoring the warning on it leads to him getting festively squeaky...

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Ceejay’s Early Christmas
By: InidgoRho

It was time for Spring cleaning in Ceejay’s apartment, and he’d finally reached the messy closet in the living room. Over the last year it’d become more cluttered than ever before, unintentionally becoming a dumping ground for anything that didn’t have a place elsewhere. As a result, Ceejay was unearthing things he’d completely forgotten they owned. Most of the items were rather mundane, just small tools and conveniences.

Pushing aside a still-unopened toaster, Ceejay finally found something of interest. It looked like a shirt box, and on the top was a note that read in bold letters “For Ceejay: Don’t Open Before Christmas!!!”.

Ceejay had never known his roommates to hide Christmas presents so early—it was only May, after all. There was always a chance it was for last Christmas and had simply gotten lost in the mess. He knew the right decision would be to leave it there and mention it to his roommates later on when they got home.

Unfortunately curiosity got the better of him.

The box was quickly pulled out and taken over to the couch, Ceejay glancing around as if he were about to get caught. Convinced he was, in fact, still alone in the apartment, he eagerly opened it up. Past the box lid and tissue paper was a neatly folded Utah Jazz jersey.

The Utah Jazz were Ceejay’s favorite basketball team, and he’d actually been wanting another jersey lately, even if the season was nearly over. He eagerly put it on. However, after some attempted adjustments he was disappointed to discover the jersey was far too large.

It was a bummer the future gift didn’t fit, but what confused Ceejay was how his roommates could get his shirt size so wrong.

Before he could remove it, though, Ceejay twitched as a tingling sensation abruptly spread through his body. The hat he’d been wearing was flipped right off his head, revealing a pair of puffy vinyl antlers. Ceejay looked down at his hat in confusion, reaching up to investigate what had happened.

That’s when he noticed his hands had transformed into inflatable mitts, like a pool toy’s. For a moment he just looked at them in shock. He was dreaming, that had to be it. Just another silly dream, and he’d wake up embarrassed any second now. When he pressed his new mitts together and felt them push into one another, heard the creaking of vinyl, he knew it wasn’t a dream at all. He was actually transforming!

Ceejay stumbled backwards, watching the vinyl spread down his arms. His face began to stretch out, becoming a muzzle he could see more and more of when crossing his eyes. At the very end his nose grew round and turned bright red, just like Rudolph.

The whole ordeal was too shocking for Ceejay, who didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t call 911, no one would believe him. Besides, the changes were occurring so rapidly he doubted anyone would be able to arrive in time to help. And what would they even do? What if there wasn’t a way to transform back?

As Ceejay worried, the transformation continued relentlessly. His entire body was becoming vinyl. Around Ceejay’s neck a collar appeared, a large bell hanging from it and already jingling. Two matching bracelets were on his arms, covered in more bells that seemed to perpetually ring.

Without warning Ceejay’s middle blimped up like a balloon. The jersey that’d previously been too large was now a snug fit, clinging tightly to the massive belly he’d grown. A nozzle formed in the middle of the jersey, right above where his belly button would’ve been. The jersey itself had taken on a sheen, now vinyl rather than fabric, merging with Ceejay’s body until it looked painted on.

Ceejay had almost completely transformed into an inflatable reindeer. Slowly his panicked face stretched into a wide, permanent grin, muffling his cries of dismay. His eyes grew large, unable to convey any emotion.

He hadn’t ceased swelling, inflating rounder and rounder. His belly pushed against the couch, but by then Ceejay could no longer move. Eventually he expanded so much he was actually pushed over, rolling a bit and ending up on his gut, wobbling.

The new reindeer was creaking as he grew into a sphere, still conscious but incapable of moving or alerting anyone of his predicament. To an outsider he was just a curiously Christmas-themed inflatable advertisement for the Utah Jazz.

Of course there was no need for any Christmas decorations in May. Ceejay was doomed to be deflated, folded and crammed into a bin for storage until the festive season returned. Hopefully he wouldn’t get forgotten in the closet, just like the jersey that’d transformed him.