Zack smiled as he arrived at his job on the Midway and unlocked the padlock to open his game booth. He went in flipped on the lights, then reached into his pocket and pulled Chad the pink balloon out. He stretched and snapped it, and blew Chad up.
Chad had been feeling miserable since being deflated and pocketed. He had some guy's wet slimy saliva filled for over an hour now. How could this have happened to him? He had been a 180 lb muscle stud, now he was an ounce or so of pink latex.
Suddenly, Chad was pulled out of his self-pity party and out of Zack's pocket. He recognized that he was in one of the Carnival booths at the Midway, but his only thought was, "Blow me up! Blow me up!"
Zack did just that. He blew Chad up to capacity, then slowly let some air out, and tied Chad's opening shut.
Yeow! Chad felt his cock was tied in a knot. But he was inflated, that felt great. It wasn't until Zack mounted Chad to a wall covered with inflated balloons and remnants of popped balloons that Chad became concerned.
"Coach says you just are lucky. That's the reason you bit our team. Our team is the better team. We trained harder, played better, and in a couple freak plays your team beat us. It's not fair. I don't believe in luck, but I figured the only way to test to see how lucky you really are is to change you into a balloon, and pin you to balloon board at the dart booth. Oh, and this is Jock Night at the Midway, so tonight most of the dart throwers should have really good aim. If you survive until midnight, I will believe you are lucky. So when you get popped, I will have proof that Lady Luck doesn't exist."
Zack checked his watch, "Time to open the booth." Zack unlocked and folded up the door covering the booth opening facing the Midway.