Mitch, unable to move, but still able to think and feel was not enjoying this new turn of events. Nathan, however, was. He fondled Mitch's inflatable ears, squeezing them to comical distortions. Mitch especially didn't like when Nathan stroked his tail and buttocks. But, there was nothing he could do.
Nathan then spotted Mitch's nozzle. He grinned and ran a finger around it before popping it open. Mitch had the oddest feeling of loosing air. His body lost definition and strength and Mitch felt himself sink down into a pile of brown rubber.
Soon he was nearly airless and Nathan sat on him to squeeze out the rest of the air. Nathan neatly folded Mitch up, packed him under his arm and walked out of Karissa's apartment.
"Time to go." Nathan said.