"I'm sorry," she says, "but you really have no idea what being an anthro-balloon means." She's trying to keep her cool and shake herself free, but you fold fast. "Seriously," she says, "this sort of thing happens all the time in ballooney culture. It's really quite acceptable. But holding me against my will is NOT!"
"I've already told you," you say calmly, "you're not going anywhere until my manhood, ah donkey-hood, is returned to normal. If we have to sit like this all night, so be it."
"That's not much of a threat, Jackass!," she said, still struggling to free herself. Your eyes dart down to her navel, to HER air valve. You remember how helpless you felt when she deflated you earlier.
"Not much of a threat, huh?" You angle your poodle-dick until one of the many tight loops wraps around her unprotected air valve.
"NOOO," she screams as she puts your plan together in her head. "Don't deflate me, or...or you'll have that poodle-dick forever!"
You consider this, but decide to play it strong. You jerk your hips back and feel a rush of air coming from the open valve. She struggles..at first. You watch as her huge breasts deflate and sag into themselves. Her limbs and huge ears flatten as her face begins to deform. She mouths some words, but makes no sound as she takes on the appearance of a pink bunny blow-up doll fresh out of the box. Her mouth hangs open in an "O" and her eyes are blank once again. "Easter's over," you say, sarcastically.
You grab her neck roughly and rise, walking back to the bench. You fold her deflated body loosely and place it beside you. For the first time since you met this creature, it is quiet. You begin thinking about what brought you to Pleasure Island in the first place, you wanted to experience new things. Heck, you were the only virgin among your friends and you wanted to loose it..bad. You look over at the neon pink lump beside you. She was a beautiful creature, albeit a bit zany. You've always had a thing for balloons, even incorporating them into your masturbation. Now you ARE a balloon, and you'll need to find out how to live this way.
You reach over to the heap and let her body roll forward on the bench. Her breasts look like flat pizza slices hanging from her chest. But when you think about them fully inflated, you feel your poodle-dick twitch. "What'dya say, Sparky," looking down at your donkey-hood, "should we give her a second chance?" You don't expect a reply, but it bounces up and down a bit, which you decide to take as a "yes".
Smoothing out her face, you look into her painted-on eyes. "I'm gonna give you another chance. You know more about being and anthro-balloon than I do, so I need your council. But, if you don't start taking me seriously, I might have to pop you..", you say, with a smirk.