Don't try to buy a balloon here. . . or odds are YOU'LL end up being the one for sale!

Normally, it's just a normal balloon stand, until it just happens to runs low on inventory . . . First It fires latex at your feet before you even have time to think, rendering you incapable of escape. Then, It slowly envelops you in it's rubbery, special balloon goo. slowly, endlessly, the goo persists, and struggle all you want, but it will be useless: The goo somehow knows how to attack your nerves, sending pangs of pure bliss shooting up to your brain as the rubber creeps up your skin. The weakest-minded even find themselves wishing for the process to go faster, trying to rub the goo all over themselves.

Your sense of smell, too, can be easily exploited by the magic balloon stand. Your nose is soon and quickly overwhelmed by the intoxicating fumes the goo secretes, and you can do nothing more than quiver feebly as you are encased by the magical latex. You're too happy to resist, although since your mind is not yet consumed by the gooey liquid, feelings of resistance, anxiety and fear still race through your mind.

If there's any cut, scrape, or opening on your body, then the latex enters the bloodstream through the opening and begins feasting on your insides. If you don't have a cut, the balloon cart is fine with that. It'll just go through the mouth and nose instead.
it can wait.
Soon, ranging from a minute to several, everything will be hopelessly enveloped by the strange, seducing goo except for your face. The cart likes to pause here, almost as if it's a self-aware being enjoying your looks of desperate fear, despair, and pure happiness. Then, the hose resumes, splattering your vulnerable face with the magical rubbery goo. You may try to defend yourself, but it's hopeless. Once your face is completely covered, the hose then forces itself inside your mouth. It's unknown how it does it, because one second you're gripping the hose with all your might with your mouth tightly shut, and the next you're standing there flabbergasted as the hose pumps gallon upon gallon of goo into your mouth. Magic, probably.
You can try spitting it out, but the goo just keeps on endlessly pouring on, into your mouth and throat, until you're forced to swallow and the goo rushes down your throat and enters your stomach and bloodstream. (if it hasn't already)

Now, the balloon stand isn't entirely evil. It makes the disintegration of your innards as painless as possible.

In fact, it actually feels quite nice, and even, well, absolutely amazing, just like it felt as the goo consumed your outsides.

In fact, you've never been happier! At least, you can't recall a time when you've ever been happier.

In fact, you can't seem to recall much of anything at all.

The goo first surrounds your internal organs, covering them completely like it covered your skin, then dissolving it into paste, and then transforms the paste into more latex that consumes more internal organs, and so on in and endless cycle.

Like on the outside, first to go is all the bones and muscles in your feet, legs, arms, and hands. The feelings are so intoxicatingly happy you can't help but giggle happily as the goo moves on to the rest of your body.

Once the goo envelops and transforms your vital organs, it's over. There's no turning back. You don't care, however. In fact, the thought just makes you giggle more!
You suddenly notice you have stopped breathing as your lungs dissolve into latex. Yet, you're still alive and better than ever!

Finally, the strange goo reaches your brain, and consumes it in a few short seconds. You're now nothing but an empty shell, but somehow other than your legs collapsing, forcing you to hit the pavement with a soft squeak, your body is remaining relatively whole and in it's original shape. Plus, despite all your sensory organs vanished, you can still see, hear, and smell. Especially all that intoxicating goo!

Another strange thing is despite your brain disappeared, you can still think. Suddenly, the goo stops with it's work, jolting you back to your senses. What? What's going on?
The still-wet latex still drips from your body as you examine yourself. The blissful feelings have begun to die down, and you just feel. . . strange.

But the balloon machine isn't finished with you yet. No, you're only about halfway done, in fact.

You're snapped out of your thoughts by the whirring sound of a small metal hand emerging from the machine. Before you have time to even begin to wonder the sinister-looking hand's use, it has grabbed your right leg, picked it up, and has attached it to what looks like. . . a pump??? on the balloon stand. By now, you realize, if you haven't already, that the balloon stand plans on turning you into one of those giant animal balloons it sells!
You're interrupted in your thoughts by the humming of a motor as the pump roars into action, pumping pure helium into your leg. The sensation you're feeling as air slowly fills up your leg, causing it to inflate slightly is indescribable, strange, unnatural, and yet. . . wonderful.

You again giggle with delight as you rub your hands on your rubbery belly, feeling the air slowly filling what was once where useless organs were kept, but was now an empty void. The sensation was absolutely phenomenal! The feeling of the increasing air inside of you slightly pushing against your rubber skin felt like nirvana had finally been achieved.

The pump continues to inflate you with helium as your legs get rounder and rounder and rounder. Your stomach and chest begin to increase in size, too, beginning to bulge outwards like a beach ball. You chuckled giddily to yourself as one memory did come back of you trying to be. . . thin!

Why would ever I want that? You wonder as you continue to expand, your increasing stomach beginning to merge with your fatty limbs.

Then came what was possibly the greatest feeling of all: That wonderful, absolutely wonderful sensation of gravity having less and less a hold on you as you filled with air. It felt like being liberated from the laws of gravity, being freed from the chains that marooned you to the ground. You could barely contain your growing excitement as you expanded!

You could no longer see your legs because your stomach had now grown so big they blocked your vision, but you no longer cared. Who needs legs, anyways? You felt absolutely weightless now. Then, suddenly, it happened.

You slightly rose about an inch off the ground before falling back again! You were crying inside with excitement and joy. It was time to be free, free to enjoy the air and sky and latex!

You began pushing off of the ground with what remained of your hands, since your arms were being absorbed by the rapidly- growing stomach. With each push, it took longer and longer to fall back to the ground, and soon you began floating to the ground rather than falling.
Your now-tiny limbs were beginning to rise into the air, and you eagerly wished the rest of your body to rise with it. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you felt the amazing sensation of floating, the ground no longer beneath you as you slowly lifted up ever higher.

You were free!

Looking up, you could see nothing but sky, an endless horizon of possibilities. Your neck had all but vanished into the massive blob of rubber and air that was your torso, and you couldn't feel your legs and arms anymore, only your hands and feet remained, sticking out of the side flopping uselessly. You didn't care, though. You were too happy! You didn't need them, anyways.

Suddenly, your ascent is cut short. Sometime during the transformation, a rope had attached itself to your stopper, which had detached from the pump. The transformation was complete.

You were now a happy, carefree balloon, merrily floating 5 feet or so above the stand.

You still could remember your former life, but you no longer cared. You were happy! The wind brushing against your rubbery skin felt absolutely perfect! You could stay up here forever, or at least until someone buys you. Before, you would have been shocked and furious at the concept of you ever being sold, and for a measly 30 dollars, no less, but now it just seems. . . right. perfect, in fact.

No more worries or stress or anxiety. Just bliss, pure absolute bliss.

Just being a balloon, and floating free from the clutches of gravity, forever and ever and ever.