With no other ideas, Tony decides to venture out for help.
"Alright, sit tight bud, I think I might need a little help trying to deflate you." he tells the squishy pile of flesh with a reassuring pat on its side. Tony's hand slaps against the bubble of skin and sends it into an uneven fit of jiggles and burbles. Chris tries to contort his face into a look of disapproval; the last thing he wants is to be left along. Unfortunately, his face is barely anything more than a decal, and his attempts result in his lips poking outward and snort from the tiny nostril holes. An involuntary reflex to clench his nonexistent hands into fists makes the ten nails twitch in agitation. Chris starts as he feels the velvety soft, wrinkled flesh of engorged lips grab for his crotch. Chris doesn't realize this is what his mouth is touching, seeing as his line of vision is limited to a rotund expanse of slightly see-through peach and his now embarrassed friend Tony.
"I, uh, I'm gonna go no-" Tony begins, but trips on his way to turn from Chris. He stumbles forward into his friend. Chris wobbles violently, his wild peeps escalating into watery gurgles and terrified, muffled shrieks. His body surges outward and nearly encompasses the foreign weight pressing so harshly into his front. His face wraps around Chris, eyes meeting back over Tony's shoulder blades, nostrils inhaling belly button, and lips folding completely over a now erect penis. They continue to wrap over Tony's waist, but only for a second as Chris's body rebounds and sends the invader back outwards with a bounce. The ballooned boy suffers five or six major shifts in water distribution as the weight tries to find an equilibrium. His face protrudes outwards, giving the illusion of a giant nose for a second, the sinks back into place as the displacement exaggerates his back, the side, then crotch, until he finally stills somewhat. Tony lays on the floor before his friend, somewhat in shock. He looks up only once he hears the gushing water settle. Chris belts out another moan through his water logged lips.
"Hello?" a voice breaks the awkward silence. Tony jumps up and shoots around towards the stall opening, where another boy stands, halfway in, halfway out. The strange 'squiks' and wet sounding smacks had drawn his attention, but the sound of someone groaning alarmed him. Until he saw Tony and Chris (although he didn't know it was another human), he'd thought someone was drowning.
"Hey! We need help!" Tony shouts, pulling the surprised boy forward.
"We?"