"Not agai-," gasped Chad, as his lips fused into an oh shape and his throat sealed up. His body swelled with air. His legs spread eagle, and he could feel an emptiness behind his ballooning balls and cock. Both holes needed to be filled and his cock needed riding. His arms were outstretched forward to embrace a lover. Chad's air filled head seemed to have limited room for thoughts.
Love me, thought Chad as he fell into Rod's arms.
Then he heard Rod and Rick's conversation. He was confused. Cum bad? Cum good? Which?
He saw Rod chase Rick around the corner, then he heard Rod chasing Rick up and down the locker aisles.
Then he heard a whistle, and felt a hand on his shoulders. He was tossed up in the air, slammed on his back on a bench. And then some guy in blue jeans sat on his face as he felt the guy undo the airvalve that used to be Chad's belly button. Air rushed out of Chad as the guy's butt flattened Chad's head. He leaned forward to speed the deflating of Chad's chest. When was more than half deflated. The guy stood up, rolled Chad's head and torso up to his valve. Then sat on Chad's half inflated legs, rolled the air out of them. Then he carried Chad away. Chad was rolled in upon himself, so he couldn't see. He did not know who had taken him, but the pungent smell of sweat suggested he was now stuffed in a gym bag.
Where were Rod and Rick? They shouldn't let this happen to him. Unless? Where was he again? An airless airhead has trouble remembering. Chad had forgotten about Rick, Rod and the prank. He just wanted to be inflated now. Inflate me, begged Chad's mind.