Madison’s New Toy

“Are you really going to spin it, Madison?” I asked, eying the glowing wheel up on the stage.

My handsome friend chuckled, running a hand through his well-coiffed black hair. He only did that to calm himself, but he didn’t think I knew that.

“Of course I am, Ral, and you should too! We didn’t fly out here just to look did we? I know you’ve been thinking about this all month, same as I have. Besides, the first go is free!”

He winked, his green eyes glittering at me with a giddy glee.

“More like covered by our entrance fee,” I reminded him, dodging his reminder of just how much I’d been looking forward to coming myself, “our tickets weren’t cheap.”

“Well all the more reason, isn’t it? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!” he exclaimed, patting my shoulder. “Anyway, they make the wheel pretty safe; nullging’s only one tile in four!”

The image of the ticket inspector at the gate came to me, specifically the soft latex mound that poked out of the opening in his pants, exposed for all the world to see, and embossed with the Rcon logo. He’d told us all non-entertainment staff members were required to be nulled… and let me touch the smooth, squeaky surface.

My cock was still rock hard.

Madison went on, oblivious.

“All the really fucked up stuff like head removal is pretty rare – they still wanna sell actual products to us afterwards, you know? You’ll probably just get like a cool dolphin fin or tiger fangs. You can show off and have a cool story for when we get home.”

“You’re the sort of person who decides to get a tattoo at 3am while drunk, aren’t you Madison?” I asked, grinning at his nervous energy… and at the thought of that dangerous statistic….

We each had a one in four chance to end up dickless forever.

“Hey, just the one time! A-anyway, I’m going first! It’s up to you if you wanna chicken out or not. Well, you probably won’t roll chicken, but you know what I mean. You might look cute with a cloaca though. I think your girlfriend would get used to it.”

“Not helping,” I hissed, as he walked forward through the crowd, leaving me holding his jacket.

He just winked back at me.

The girl on the stage saw his hand, and called him up, to more cheers from the onlookers.

Positioned right at the entrance to the convention grounds, the wheel was a popular landmark for visitors to meet up and also one of the most active attractions. Where else could you see attendees so publically put their lifelong fate in the hands of, well, fate?

Rcon was unique in that regard, as fetish-conventions went.

The invention of Permatex was revolutionizing not just the medical industry, but the kink scene, and Rcon was the place to admire all the latest and greatest innovations up close. Nowhere else could you see the thrilling synthesis of flesh and rubber. Here bodies were warped and perverted by living latex, even more sensitive than human skin and applied as easily and painlessly as putting on a glove.

And every attendee could take home a randomly determined free sample.

Madison was certainly eager to get his, as he reached the wheel, and gave it a vigorous spin at once, not even waiting for the announcer.

The giant glowing disk clicked through a huge list of changes, the big screen above it highlighting the needle as it moved past each in turn.

Most weren’t too extreme – they didn’t want to scare off the newcomers after all – but among the simpler options, like ‘Rubberize Arms’ or ‘Extend Dong’, were more menacing, even mysterious hits and misses.

Nullge, Pony Pussy, Femme Head, Dog Dick, Nullge, Add Breasts, Udder Conversion, Face Into Mask, Nullge, Add Cat Tail, Logo Etching, Tiger Stripes, Nullge, Eye Popping, Pig Snout, Hands into Feet….

It went on and on. I couldn’t even imagine what some of the options were, while others were frighteningly clear. It made my head spin like the wheel to think that this was just the first attraction at the park too.

There was just one issue with Permatex. A small matter for those whose lives it extended or saved, but rather a major one for anyone using it for mere pleasure and amusement; it was utterly, irreversibly permanent. Once a body part was converted, or a piece of the treated rubber was attached to a person, whatever had been there before was totally absorbed, either merged into the new replacement or outright gone for good. Even if you tried to cut it off or out of a body, Permatex just repaired itself in moments.

Quite how Rcon had gotten approved by the authorities was a mystery to me, but I could imagine there might be more than a few powerful figures with secret squeaks when they walked that they preferred not to allow become public knowledge.

I forgot about such matters as I heard the wheel slowing.

Madison was riveted to the device, a lump in his throat despite his earlier bravado.

It slowly ticked over, inching towards a stop.

The needle flicked past Rubber Lips and onto Nullge.

He and I both gasped, as it languidly coasted through the tile… then clicked one last time into Horsecock.

The young man broke into a relieved grin, and pumped his fist.

There were a few cheers, and a number boos from the audience – nullges were something of a classic, one of the most popular of the really… extreme options. They’d been on my mind the entire flight out, wondering how it would feel, if I’d ever get used to it…. It really would have been quite something to see Madison with a shiny, squeaky ball of latex replacing his penis.

I wasn’t sad to see this outcome instead however, especially as they revealed how his dick was to be converted into a rubber horse penis. Or possibly replaced outright! There where as many ways to apply and customize Permatex parts as there were body parts themselves. Naturally, with the wheel, all that too was out of your hands.

Unbuttoning his plaid shirt Madison revealed a flat chest and stomach that showed the results of his good daily habits. Next came his jeans, exposing also the fruits of his regular swimming sessions, powerful thighs framing an… average penis. It was little darker than the creamy pale tone of his body, and it stood to eager attention, a little under six inches.

Practiced hands took him then, and the assistants pressed a long rubber rod into his slit. Being already well lubricated for them, they were able to feed the tube all the way down his cock with ease, ignoring the way that Madison bucked his hips and moaned at the alien sensation of sounding.

Having tried it myself in the past, I could attest to how good he must be feeling.

I had never tried what came next however.

They pressed a button on a pump attached to the long, flexible rod, and pressure rapidly inflated the tube within him, the black latex expanding, and stretching out his shaft with it.

Madison gasped, squirming, falling to his knees with a look of shock on his twitching face.

Everyone knew there was no pain at Rcon, but I doubted he’d been prepared for this level of intimate, invasive pleasure.

I had thought the modification would be done through some sort of liquid rubber, to convert his genitals from within, and I was half right. Black rubber did indeed seem to be pumping out, starting to inflate his testicles and stain the skin of his sac and cock, but the tube in his urethra kept on expanding too.

Corruption spread, like a drop of ink in water, rapidly dying his entire shaft and balls, and in mere seconds Madison’s manhood was remade by the infusion of rubber, transformed into a perfect latex recreation of his genitalia. That was a very good thing, because the flesh version could never have stretched like that, as the shaft within a shaft kept growing.

The young man was gasping, howling in pleasure and writhing as he felt the sextoy his penis had become being so deeply and degradingly invaded, creaking as it was forcibly expanded out like a balloon. Humiliating as it must surely be for him, it looked like he was having the time of his life.

Permatex was incapable of feeling pain, yet could be made far more sensitive than human flesh.

It was also able to stretch and deform in ways impossible for meat, as Madison was admirably demonstrating. The creaking got louder, his balls expanding to the size of grapefruits as his dick was stretched thinner and thinner, until the giant pillar of rubber penetrating him had reduced his penis to no more than an absurd transparent film of genitalia around the shaft, barely even reaching a quarter of the way up the three-foot weapon.

That was when I realized how the inflating implement had changed – the surface had taken on texture, the bumps and ridges of simulated veins, and the head has flared out and flattened.

Others in the crowd were coming to the same awareness as I had, and I heard excited muttering all about.

Finally, quivering and leaning back on his heels, Madison was released from his sensual torment.

The tool inflating his new horsecock detached, and with a hiss the giant rubber dildo that had displaced his penis deflated, shrinking down to a mere two feet long. His abused human manhood was still there too, but it was wrapped about the pony version like mere foreskin. As it shrank it bunched up, collapsing down into thick, chubby rolls of rubber flesh around the base of his new shaft. His cock was just a sheath for the dildo that had usurped it.

That also revealed his new urethra, what I had mistaken for a simple attachment point before, and with his toy dick unblocked the man arched his back and wailed as he came like a hosepipe through his horse-pipe.

Both assistants were drenched in the gooey cream-color horsecum, dripping from the man and woman’s faces… and the small mounds of bare latex that were their only genitalia. Neither of them seemed to mind the front row seats, as we collectively watched my friend orgasming from the pleasure of having his penis replaced with a dildo.

As the climax finally passed his bouncing new boyparts flopped down against the gigantic sack below. They didn’t shrunk any further in the wake of his orgasm, and nor would they – latex genitals were generally set to one chosen consistency, and it seemed he had been given a permanent semi, eternally floppy, just barely stiff enough that he could still penetrate.

Madison staggered down the steps towards me, not even remembering to collect his pants. He sagged against my shoulder, panting, and flashed me a drunken grin.

“Holy shit dude I love Rcon,” was all he could manage to say.

My own cock was rock hard in my pants as I looked at the synthetic monster between his thighs, so huge that he waddled as he walked.

“I guess getting your dick permanently turned into a sheath for a dildo felt pretty good, huh?” I asked, smirking as I gave the puffy folds that used to be a penis a squeeze.

It squeaked, as layers of rubber moved against each other, but despite being latex the surface was incredibly smooth, silky and soft. It was also hot, much hotter than a human foreskin, and obscenely gooey inside, an audible squish joining the creaks of silicone. Permatex could emulate all bodily functions, so that was real horsecock sweat in there. As was proven when musk started to rise in a visible, steamy cloud from the edge of his sheath.

The intense scent of sweat and cock made me shiver, but as I breathed in his animal musk I found it surprisingly… alluring.

Madison gave a shudder of his own, and I saw with a certain delight how his face flushed at my words.

“It feels really fucking weird,” he said, swaying as he tries to stand upright again. “It’s like my… human dick is still there, being permanently penetrated by a new one. And they’re both stupidly sensitive and soft and squishy. Also my crotch is a giant rubber horse dildo now, people at work are gonna think I’m a total pervert!”

“Oh no, sounds pretty rough,” I teased, gently brushing my fingernails along his dangling, toyified manhood. “We wouldn’t want them to get the wrong impression now, would we?”

“Fuck you Ral.”

“No way, you’d never fit!” I shot back.

The two of us giggled at each other at that.

“Anyway, just help me get this thing into my pants somehow, everyone’s staring.”

“No can do, sorry, you left them on stage.”

Madison looked back up behind him, and then groaned at the thought of having to waddle back up there butt-naked to retrieve them.

“Never mind… I think I need new ones at this point anyway. Lucky I had my phone and wallet in my jacket.”

“Really? That’s what you’re relieved about?”

“Small mercies, Ral. You might need all the luck soon anyway. You gonna spin or what?”

I looked down at the giant dildo my best friend’s genitals had been turned into, and saw a drip of cum fall from the hanging flare at the tip. His smell was still hanging in the air, and all around us there were people looking, admiring his ‘upgrade’ and discussing if they too might chance their hand. Or hands.

Only a one in four chance to get nullged… those odds weren’t awful. Assuming you were hoping for a miss.

I felt myself grinning, heart racing as I thought of all those strange, perverse results that had flashed past on the big screen, and all those eyes watching. Madison had jizzed his brains out right there on stage, right by the entrance, visible even from the road outside.

“Fuck yeah I’m gonna spin it.”