Stan and Lance were in bliss. Some part of them knew they should be concerned with going from living humans to just two cheap, simple objects but their new forms just felt amazing. Lucille couldn’t hear it from the ground below but as the balloons rocked themselves as much as they could, which given they were balloons wasn’t very much, their balloons knots gave squirks as they rubbed against each other.
Lance felt each rub reverberate through his now thin, gas filled simple body. It was more pleasure then he had ever felt before and each rub from his fellow balloon only found himself falling in love with the other balloon. He didn’t care his wife was below him watch them both still with a shell shocked expression still trying to process what had just happened before her eyes. Lance wanted this more than anything at the moment. Judging by Stan working himself back and forth he could only assume Stan was feeling the same way but without a way to communicate it was hard to tell...