You grin, after all it's a carnival, so you answer, "Sure, all take a red one!"
"Any preference? Rabbit, dog, donkey?" the vendor asks.
"Surprise me," you say as an answer. It really doesn't matter since you plan to pop the balloon next to your buddy Trevor's ear.
The vendor instead of selecting one of the pre-blown balloons pulls one from his pocket and begins blowing. It's a long red balloon, and the way the tip of it remains uninflated reminds you of a condom with a reservoir tip. That reminder is probably the reason that as the tip of the balloon finally inflates, so does your own cock.
"So sonny," the old guy asks, "You here alone or with somebody?"
"My buddy Trevor is playing cowboy over at the shooting gallery. He wants to win one of those big stuffed animals. I'm not much of a shot, so I figured I might as well get one of your balloons. Oooh," you grab your gut and moan as the vendor twists the red balloon, and begins to reshape it. You belch, and straighten up, your insides still feel pretty queasy, "Guess it was those chilli dogs we ate on the ferry ride?"
"Yessirree, them doggies will get you every time. Best cure is a strictly vegetarian diet," says the balloon vendor.
"You're a vegetarian?" for some reason you always thought carney folk lived on popcorn, hotdogs and cotton candy.
"Nah, but greens help settle a stomach. That's why dogs eat grass when they've got digestive complaints," the man says as the big red balloon becomes a quadraped.
You just nod trying to keep the chilli dogs down.
"Ta da!" says the balloon vendor presenting you with an amazingly realistic red cow balloon complete with udder.
"Wow! How'd you manage that?" you ask running your fingers over the balloon udder tips. Your own nipples and cock tingle as you do so.
"Professional secret. Now you'd better run along and show your cowboy friend before you accidentally pop that. Main problem in my business, the artwork goes bust. But it's also the main advantage, since people come back to buy new ones, hehe," it seemed he'd made a joke.
You had noticed that when he opened his cash box to note your "gratis balloon" that there was no cash in the box. You're glad that's not how you have to make a living.
You head back toward the shooting gallery. Trevor is just coming out of there carrying a big bag when you arrive. So much for popping the balloon in his ear while he's shooting. But you're sure you'll have another chance. You grip your stomach and groan.
"Ew, not feeling well, bud," Trevor asks.
"Yeah, I think it's those chilli dogs," you explain.
"Now that you mention it, I feel a bit off myself. Let's go check into the hotel. Well, I won myself a prize, from the looks of things you won something too," he says nodding to your balloon cow.
"Nah, it was a freebee, first balloon animal is free-one per customer,urp," you joke and cover your mouth and blush at the unexpected belch.
"Why a cow?"
"Well, I told him anything, and I'd mentioned you were playing cowboy at the shooting gallery, so I guess he thought a boy should have a cow," you say with a wink. Then gripping your gut, you add, "I think we'd better get to the hotel fast, or maybe a public restroom."