You were left with no time to hide the remains of your family pet as your bumbling mom came into your bedroom. She looked at the bed and shrieked.
"John, what did you do to Artmeis!"
She pushed you out of the way of your bed and grasped the deflated mess of fur that was your cat. Without thinking, you grabbed hold of the air tank and shoved the nozzle into your mother's mouth. With half the job done already, you turned the knob in an effort to get away without having to explain anything to your mom.
You mother looked as if she was trying to scream for the first few seconds. Her eyes drew to the cylinder object sucking the oxygen out of her lungs. Like before, there was the distinct sound of air being let out of a balloon. This time, you could watch the process happen, which you did with a morbid curiosity.
The once plump and full face of your mother looked drained and hollow. She was never the tallest woman, being in the low five foot range. But now, she looked even shorter and was shrinking fast before your eyes. Her hand reached in your direction for a moment before the tips of her fingers flattened and drooped down. Her eyes explained all the shock she felt.
Her legs began to collapse in on themselves as her head and torso disappeared into her clothes. Her face pleaded with you one last time before vanishing below the collar of her blouse. She was becoming nothing more than a pile of her own clothes and skin, though still sentient until the last bits of air drained from her body. The entire process took about thirty seconds, but you had succeeded in deflating your mother. The air tank clanged on top of her diminished form like a conquering flag over a fort.
"Holy crap!" You said out loud, realizing what you had just done.
There was no living trace of your mother. You threw the air tank to the side and sorted through the mess, folding her outfit in a neat pile on the side. The physical remainder of her, the skin, looked like a Halloween costume. You inspected the hollow suit, seeing that it was the exact size of your mom and accounted for her overweight curves.
"I gotta fix this," you said at once, looking over both the suit of your mother and Artmeis.
If the air tank could deflate someone, it could re-inflate someone too. Glancing at the object, you found that the knob reversed giving you a hunch how it would work.
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