Chad was squeaking as his rubber thighs rubbed against each other, and his rubber arms rubbed against his torso. He couldn't speak. He wasn't breathing. His limbs moved awkwardly. He had to use all his concentration to move, as he staggered into his driveway. He felt like he would collapse at any moment. He reached out to support himself against the car parked in the driveway. It was his brother Brad's car. It was a convertible, and the top was down. Chad's arm didn't bend the way he wanted. He missed the edge of the car, and his arm went into the backseat. His inflated rubber body tumbled over the edge of the car and into the backseat with his legs sticking up in the air, and his head against the axle bump in the middle of the backseat floor.
"Mmmpt!" came the muffled scream from Chad.
He could barely moved. His knees no longer would bend. He kicked back and forth, and his body slid deeper into Brad's backseat
Meanwhile, Rick was slowly driving toward Chad's house from the school. He didn't think Chad could get very far in his transforming state. He was sure that he'd find his new sex doll between the school and Chad's home.