Jim gasped. There was a sudden gust of wind, and his new inflatable body was airborne. Jim sailed 10 feet up into the air and wafted hoof over tail across the asphalt street and landed on a neighbor's lawn two doors down and across the street from where he'd attended the party. The wind slid him across the lawn and wedged his rubbery body under the black Trans Am parked in the drive way. A bucket and sponge lay nearby. A moment later, a tall muscular young man wearing only basketball shorts with the local college's name and colors emblazoned on it walks around the corner with a hose in his hand.
"What the heck is this?" Dylan asks pulling Jim out from under his car. "An inflatable donkey? This isn't just a cheap pool toy, this thing is detailed. Well, losers weepers, finders keepers. I'm sure I can find a use for you," Dylan says to Jim. Then spreading his thighs, Dylan sticks Jim between his legs. "Ride 'em cowboy! Yahoo!"
Dylan opens the valve on the hose sprayer, and begins to hose off his car. Jim can feel Dylan's thighs changing, getting smoother. If he could swallow, Jim would swallow hard. He's contagious.