Alex the black balloon man stands before Pete looking at him. Pete looks back, inspecting the face of his friend. Its smooth and rounded, emotionless and mouthless. It looks like a balloon on the body of a man with rounded fat appendages, his fingers arent right either. Only 4 Pete counts. They dont look very useful either without an opposable thumb.
With a pop and a squeak a small knot sticks out of Alex belly button. That will be it then Pete realizes. His friend is now inflated, his skin is rubber, and when Pete steps in closely he can see through his friend, but only a little. The grey-black rubber is hard to see through.
The arms of his Alex close on him as he peers at the balloon man's belly and Pete jumps with a start.
"You can still move? Are you ok? Does it hurt?" Pete asks looking up in to the balloon man's face.
The silent head shakes no, and then a balloon hand squeaks as it moves down Pete's arms to his hand, and with a light grip Alex closes his pudgy balloon fingers on his friends hand. A gently tug and Pete knows that his friend is trying to lead him someplace.
"Where are we going? Oh nevermind. Sorry Im having a hard time with the balloon head cant talk thing. This is freaking me out." Indeed Pete's hands were shaking a little as the balloon man lead him in to the smoke house, and through a set of curtains to a small storage room.
The balloon man let go of Pete's hands and then turned to face him, moving slowly as his light body wouldnt allow anything quick.
Pete could see his friends body in the soft light, smooth, black and shiny. Between his friends legs a balloon jutted out where his genitals had been. The balloon stood silent, expectantly waiting for Pete to do something.