As she rides your purple manhood, her facial expression changes to horror. She sees her arms and boobs inflating. She feels lighter all over.
"What's happening to me?" she squeaks in a high pitched helium influenced voice.
You know what's happening, It happened to you too. But you don't care you're getting your rubber gas filled rocks off.
At last the purple male balloon stops moving under her, she floats off you and rises to rest against the ceiling. She is a big orange balloon.
She hears a hissing sound, The orange balloon starts to descend from the ceiling.
"Aha! I found you, and you made a friend, but she's not quite ready is she," said the strange person in the latex maid's outfit appearing out of nowhere.
Hands grab and twist the orange balloon into a new shape. Then the rubber gloved hands tie of her valve and attach her to a plastic stick. The maid grabs the purple male balloon by his string, and heads out of the locker room and onto the college's quad. She hands the orange wiener dog balloon to the first person encountered.