Tony starts as he hears a squeak. He turns back around to the Chris-ballon. The massive blob pulsates slowly as it attempts to gain mobility, but it's a futile effort; so many gallons and gallons of water have not only distended his body beyond movement (or recognition, for that matter), but they weigh down every inch of the stretched out Chris. He isn't quite round, the weight and pull of the liquid filling the boy spreads him out, as if the water wants to puddle, but can't due to its rubbery confines.
Another squeak pulls Tony's attention from his thoughts. The flesh tone ball bounces once more, sending lethargic swells of water churning about inside. The sloshes subside as the quivering mass stills. All of the shaking has caused it to roll over a bit, and upon approach, Tony finds that his friend's distinguishing features haven't completely vanished. They're just thin. Somewhat translucent, as with the rest of his flesh, Chris's belly button (now an outie), nipples, the dark dink of his formerly convex genitals, even his finger and toe nails are all visible. His nostrils and ears exist only as ovular orifices without any surrounding fleshy protrusions, his wrists, hands, fingers all gone save five nails sitting rather uncomfortably upon the his surface. The blobby penis and feet disappeared long ago, leaving nothing but the same nails and a discoloration stretched across a tiny opening. His pubic and armpit hair were still present, but had always been somewhat light and spares regardless. Now, with the change in Chris's dimensions, the hairs poofed out of him in tufts.
Tony places his hands over Chris.
"Damn...there's just...so *much*." Even with them spread far apart, Tony's hands can't really wrap around the swollen boy. As he presses forward, they only sink into Chris. More squeaks sound, and at first, Tony believes them to be a result of his wet hands sliding against Chris's latex like body but he soon realizes the sounds come from Chris's mouth. Tony resumes his pushing, gently moving his shoulder into Chris's bloated sides in a rhythmic pattern so that the water inside begins to slosh again. He continues this, ignoring the squealing, pathetic protests, until Chris begins to roll again. It's more of a plod than a roll, but eventually Tony is able to see Chris's eyes, at the expense of rolling him over his own flattened penis. From the backside, Tony gets a good view of Chris's anus. There isn't any butt to speak of, not anymore. The dividing 'crack' has been stretched wide to accommodate the invasive liquid, and all that's left it a pink pucker.
Tony walks back around to Chris's face. His lips hang fat and low, pursed in an almost comical fashion if not for the fact that they were pulled so taut that the formed a grimace. Tony bends over and tried to stick a finger in between them, hoping to find a way to rid his buddy of all the water trapped inside. No matter how hard he pries, the lips remain sealed in a tight pucker. Tony can only get his finger in past the bend, and he only feels more squishy, warm flesh beyond. Chris wiggles his lips along with the finger, almost sucking on it as he attempts to push his too fat tongue through and Tony pulls out. Chris manages another high-pitched whine of dismay. A ways above the lips are two holes: nostrils. Tony ignores these and moves on up towards Chris's eyes. They sit about three feet apart. They bulge along the vast surface of his face. Tony can't help but run his hand along Chris's 'cheek'; the movement creates ripples gliding across the boy, sending both eyeballs in a bounce. They roll around in their sockets dizzily until the waves cease, blink themselves clear, and then dart back to Tony. Red and tear laden, they reach out for help. Tony furrows his brow. His friend is clearly panic stricken, uncomfortable, immobile, and probably in more than a little pain. He isn't sure about the danger of being this grossly inflated; as a balloon himself, Tony didn't fear being popped, but that was because his experience was sexual and brief. The memory brings an idea to his head, but he quickly dismisses it. Chris could be rescued and restored if he himself were to suck the water out (or if he were to have sex with him...fat chance), but that would result in Tony becoming a water balloon.
He looks around the shower stall once more for other options.