Carrie reaches up and unties John's belly button.
"What are you doing t-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o m-m-m-m-m-e-e-e-e-e!" John gasps in a squeeky wispy voice as he deflates. It's amazing how small he shrinks. He's soon no bigger than a balloon or condom? Carrie chuckles at her husband being reduced to such a small light weight object.
"C-c-c-c-c-uh, uh, ar-r-rie?" came a tiny whisper too soft for Carrie to hear, as she dropped John back into her pouch.
"Oh, man, I've got to go badly!" she hopped into the bathroom, and groaned. There was a long line for the john. She stood there impatiently tapping her foot. As the line slowly advanced, she found herself playing with the deflated balloon that was her husband. She stretched him, snapped him, wrapped him around her finger, and finally she was at the front of the line. The stall door opened, and ooops, she snapped John across the room. She looked back and forth between the stall and the balloon, and her bladder forced her to select the stall. After all John would be safe on the bathroom counter, wouldn't he?