Goodyear Jerry

    Jerry stared at me in a look that conveyed rage, horror, wonder and excitement all at the same time. I couldn't blame him. Not ten minutes ago, his lithe, naked form was strewn on my bed, toned, muscled, chisled six-pack abs with a nice, round butt. Now, he floated six inches off the ground, round as a beach ball, his head, arms, legs and cock sticking out.
    "What the fuck did you do?" he demanded.
    I knew what I'd done. I'd slipped a formula in his drink earlier that night that would make this possible: shoving a pump up his ass to turn him into a human balloon. I got to admit, I'm lucky he drank so much, but I do feel a little guilty that he consented under the influence of so much alcohol. But the shock of realizing what I'd done had brought him back to his senses.
    Jerry had always been six feet high, but now he was also that around.
    "I just made my dreams come true," I replied, and began licking his swollen nipples.
    "If you wanted to make out, you could have just asked," he whined.
    I grabbed his face and began kissing him, flicking his tongue around in his mouth with mine.
    Now I did what I really dreamed of. Pulling him down to the bed, I tied Jerry's legs and arms to the bed frame. I rubbed my groin against his taught, round body until my cock was hard and then, rubbing his huge, bloated butt, I mounted him.
    "Oh, god!" he moaned as I penetrated him. I thrusted harder and harder until I finally climaxed and fell onto the bed.
    And that's when I realized that there was enough room on the bed for me. While I was having sex with Jerry, he had deflated to his normal shape. Thanks to the almost magical formula, he showed no signs of having ever been inflated. He had pulled his arms and legs free.
    "Did you have fun?" I asked, panting.
    He slapped me in the face.
    "I am not your toy," he replied. "What you did... not cool, man."
    "But..."
    "Look, I get it. I have my fetishes too, but you can bet your tight little butt that if I found a way to make them happen, I'd at least talk about it and make sure the other person agreed."
    "But..."
    "You disrespected my body and took advantage of me when I wasn't in my right mind. And you spiked my drink, I suppose?"
    I nodded. I really felt like a heel.
    "I could probably press charges, except the police wouldn't buy that you turned me into the Goodyear blimp. I'll let it go, but just don't ever do it again, okay?"
    I grabbed his leg. "I'm so sorry, let me make it up to you, please. I'll do anything you want."
    He looked at me and rubbed his chin.
    "Anything?"