Ty's voice echoed in Kent's mind, "Oh, you're not done with Ben yet--you forgot your beach ball."
"Oh, yeah," muttered Kent, "I forgot my beach ball."
When Kent re-entered the mens room, Ben was on his knees. Or rather his legs up to his knees were laying on the floor like deflated pool toys. Ben was struggling to try to contain his hissing cock. Air was rushing out of the piss slit, and his partially deflated fingers were ineffectual at stopping the flow of air. Kent laughed and put his hands on Ben's shoulders and pushed downward. The sound of escaping air grew louder, and Ben's torso grew shorter. By the time Kent's bare feet trampled out the last few bits of air, Ben looked more like an inflatable sex toy then a bully.
"Now where's my beach ball?" Kent said aloud scratching his head while still standing on the deflated bully.
"Look down!" Ty's voice commanded.
Kent looked down as the flesh toned rubber beneath him shrank and became a red, white, yellow, orange, green and blue paneled beach ball. He picked it up, and held it by its normal looking 1/2 inch valve, and chuckled. Fourteen inches down to half an inch, and from beach bully to beach ball--this just wasn't Ben's day.
After blowing up the ball, Kent carried Ben out on to the beach, and tossed it to group of youths he knew the bully had picked on earlier. He played around with them a bit, before saying they could play with it while he resumed his swim.
Passing Ty again on the way to the water, Kent asked "So when are you going to change him back?"
Ty looked up and smirked, "Who says I'm going to change him back?"
Kent shrugged and splashed into the sea.