Oh, yeah baby! thought Nate as the wet warm lips rubbed his tummy. Warm hot living air began to fill our inflatable frat boy sheep.
Then he felt the stubble brushing against his smooth rubbery skin. He opened his eyes--or rather his eyes became exposed to the room as his folded rubber head unfolded. He knew this room. It was his fraternity house's living room. There were streamers and posters, they must be getting ready for a party. His head is buzzing, he could use a beer. Nate is freaking staring at the poster headlined "BACCANAL" with cartoon of a shepherd cavorting with sheep.
The last thing he remembers was the pool at Pleasure Island, and turning into a pool toy...a pool toy. Again he feels the wet lips on his belly. His body expands.
Nate thinks, OH YES! THIS BETTER THAN AN ORGASM!
The whiskers rub against his belly. Then a thumb presses his valve shut. He stares into the face of the kid just months earlier he made life a living hell for it, it's his pledge brother Will.
"What d'ya think, Bob? Should we give'im a test run?"