Carrie and John bounce around the room with fervor, locked in the passionate throes of cartoon-balloon lovemaking. They squeak loudly as they rub up against each other, and before too long, a soft hissing sound becomes audible.
Instantly, they both stop bouncing and float down to the floor, staring at each other in shock.
"Did you spring a leak?" John asks, his tail perking up along with his ears.
"No... John, I think you did. You're getting smaller." Carrie responds, her large yellow eyes widening even further.
True enough, John is getting smaller, the bright green hue of his rubber-skin getting darker as it is less stretched. But that's not the whole truth. Carrie is also getting larger.
"I can't find the leak," John says, running his hands over his body. "There's no leak!"
"I think I'm taking your air, honey..." Carrie says, looking frightened for a moment. She looms large in the room, now standing a full head taller than John. "But it feels so good..."
"It does," he agrees with a smile, and suddenly pushes into her hard, dropping his size drastically to a mere seven inches in height, leaving him a shrivelled green balloon hanging limply between Carrie's legs. His air goes straight into Carrie, who doubles in size.
"Oh, John..." the massive Carrie, who nearly fills the room, says. "That was the best. We need to do that again sometime soon... John? John, can you hear me?"
"Yes..." he meeks out. "Need air, honey... fading fast..."
"I'll just call room service, and we'll get a pump up here." She jiggles her hips, bumping into the walls in an attempt to shake his limp body loose from her, but it's no use. She's too tightly inflated for him to get out. That's when she notices it - something bounding around inside her.