As the blonde boy sucks on his stiff air filled member Tony can do nothing, he is immobile as an inflated balloon man. He wants to move his silly looking inflated hands through the blonde boys hair, he wants to say something, but his mouth is frozen in a little rubber O simply waiting to be filled by anybody who happens along.
He enjoys the feeling of pleasure. The blonde is good at his work using his tongue and throat to caress the squeaky air filled shaft in his mouth, gently working it in and our between his lips. Tony reaches the height of his pleasure and feels ecstasy explode in his, and just as it does he hears a loud squeak from his own crotch.
The blond boys face is turning pink, darker and darker as it spreads over his face it grows shiny and smooth, his lips become a ring frozen in a look of surprise. He pulls away, his rubbery mouth sliding off Tony's thick rubber dick. His hands are turning to rubber as well, he was gripping Tony's thighs but is now having a difficult time holding on.
"Nugh. Not ungn.." he manages to grunt out before his throat smooths in the clear red rubber, his chest inflates and he stumbles backward in to the shower curtain. Tony just leans gently against the wall, the cool water of the shower makign pattering noises as it hits his inflated thin latex skin, and then he feels heavy, thick, as he gains flesh where rubber was.
The blonde boy slips and falls out of the shower landing in a seated position. His erection points towards the ceiling and grows redder then smooth as it becomes a basic shaft of inflated rubber, extending just a little as it stretches and fills with air. His thighs swell, his hands flatted and fingers melt together. Swelling feet revert to boot like suggestions of feet, toes shrinking inward. His struggles go fainter, then the balloon man sit still, sitting upright on the cold tile floor, arms out in an embrace, mouth open on a smooth red face with nearly no features at all.
In the shower Tony lets out a gasp as his face returns to normal, he grips his crotch feeling his balls drop back in to place and swell outward, his thick cock returning to flesh and shrinking back to its regular size. Soon his fingers split apart and become olive colored skin and hair sprouts like magic where it always had been.
"Holy shit." his breathing is hard, his heart pounds. The red balloon sits just outside his shower, starring at nothing.
"Chris!" he yells. There is no reply from the shower next to him. How could chris not have heard all the commotion?
He steps out on to the cold tile, out of the pounding drops of water, ignoring his nakedness.
He flings the shower curtain aside where he had seen Chris enter.