Chapter Two: How I Learned To Story Worrying and Love the Latex

There was a cheer as I stepped up on the platform, showing my ticket to the attendant to take my free turn. Hundreds of eyes were on me, eagerly watching to see what would become of me.

What they saw was a young man with light skin and a slight build of middling height. I had a plain, boyish face, not one many would yearn after, but what won me compliments were my piercing blue eyes and my warm smiles. Still fresh out of college, I looked my age, my tousled blond hair and scruffy tee and jeans more like the attire of a teen than a gainfully employed adult.

Most attention was on one particular part of my garb however – the outrageously tight crotch, the button on my pants threatening to burst open if I moved too recklessly, my left pant-leg thicker than my right where the excess flesh escaped into it.

“Looks like we have another very eager guest here,” the announcer was saying. “And impressively well endowed, you have a mod down there all ready, sweetheart?”

I giggled bashfully and shook my head.

“No way, this is all me!” I insisted, smiling at the charming woman as our eyes met… and she licked her lips.

I might easily have done the same. She was tall and voluptuous, with a beautiful, knowing look to her seductive features. She could easily have been a model with just those traits alone, but what was most remarkable about her was that from the neck down her body was entirely synthetic. Everything, her limbs, her torso, even her exposed, drooling pussy, were all squeaky, shining pink latex.

“Well then, cute stuff, give the wheel a spin and let’s see what you get!” she said, speaking through a mic that was integrated directly into her throat, just on the border between skin and silicone.

 “Your friend there looks like he enjoys his horsecock, but what about you? What are you hoping to hit today? I do think you’d look very cute with a nice marehood to match him you know….”

I shuddered at the thought, the shocking mental image of losing my prized penis to replace it with a wet, squishy latex hole for Madison to use. My dick twitched noticeably in my pants at the suggestion.

“That sounds… intense,” I murmured, face red.

“I’m not hearing a no,” she teased, as she guided me over to the wheel.

My heart was racing as I reached up and gripped the handles of the giant wheel. There were so many extreme possibilities after all.

This was it – once you spun you had to live with the consequences of whatever you landed on, or else you’d be out of the convention for good. But this feeling of uncertainly, of losing control and giving in to the eroticism, it was too exciting to stop now.

I pulled the handles with all my strength.

Options flicked past at speed, the display overhead showing off all the perverse fates that could yet befall me.

The wheel made a full rotation before started to slow. It kept going through almost another before the regular clicking of the needle stretched out into the more ominous, infrequent clacks, turning over between each option gradually.

I heard gasps and cheers as it ticked onto pony pussy, and my eyes widened as I wondered if that perverse joke might actually come true.

But the wheel ticked over again.

I realized I was just two spaces away from horsecock now, and I grinned. Madison and I would be a perfect set, our genitals both remodeled into equine giants. It sounded amazing. Impractical, but amazing.

The wheel clicked onto the space just before Horsecock, and I grinned. Just a few more inches now.

The wheel coasted to a tortuously slow stop, just a fraction of a degree before the divider.

I blinked for a moment as I realized that I hadn’t landed on Madison’s result at all. Then there was a cheer and a round of applause as people say just what I’d hit instead.

Nullge.

My breath caught in my throat as I stared up at the word.

“Congratulations!” the announcer declared loudly. “Nullging is my personal favorite result! Now off with those clothes so we can do away with that dick of yours!”

I could just chicken out of course, go home and forget the whole thing… but I’d already paid for my tickets. There was also Madison, down in the crowd, giving me two eager thumbs up. Plenty of others were looking similarly eager. I couldn’t blame them. I looked at the two assistants, each with a nullge of their own, embossed with the convention logo and still dripping with Madison’s horsecum.

My head was spinning with the thought of a soft, squeaky rubber bulge between my own legs, eternally crying out for a release it was engineered to wholly deny.

I slipped off my shirt, and unbuttoned my pants.

As I tugged them down my tormented cock was unleashed, almost a foot a dickflesh springing free and hurling a thick string of precum out to splat into the announcer’s rubber legs.

There were laughs and claps from the crowd, even whoops and cheers, but I was too absorbed in what was about to happen to think about just how many eyes were on me, and how many phones were recording.

“Oh my, aren’t you eager to say bye bye,” she cooed, reaching down to let her fingers trail along my length, squeaking softly. “And such a magnificent specimen too, it would have made a delightful dildo!”

I shivered, but pressed into her touch. This was the last time anyone was going to touch my cock after all. Ever.

The announcer’s hand caressed my cheek as she laid me down backwards onto a small folding deckchair the assistants had placed there without my noticing. My cock was standing straight up from my body, drooling with pre as I lay there with my pants around my ankles.

“Would you like me to play with it one last time before you’re nullged?”

This was such a bad idea – I needed my cock after all. Getting it turned into something else, some perverse hole or shaft of another form was one thing, embarrassing yet exciting too, but not having genitals at all…. I’d never even fucked Katie yet, or anyone else for that matter!

“Hell yes,” I replied breathlessly, grinning, my cheeks burning bright red.

She took a seat on a high stool, looming over me as her helpers slipped a pair of metal anklets onto her legs, and adjusted the dials.

“Any preference on your nullge sensitivity? Totally numb? Normal? Extra?”

“Maximum,” I said quietly.

She gave a predatory, dangerous grin, as her assistants spun a dial all the way up. They backed off, and it was just her and me again.

Immediately her feet began to bead with moisture, outlining her breathtaking feet with the reflected shine of the bright lights, even against her already glistening body.

She stretched out those long, shapely legs, feet dripping with all that sweat. Her toes daubed a line of her juices over my quivering glans, tickling my skin, and she was rewarded with another upwelling of my own lubricant to further wet them. She brought her feet down, toes pointed towards my groin, and gave those sticky little digits a wriggle.

Her feet pressed together around my cock, heels squashing together against my head and soles meeting around the edges of my shaft. I shivered at the way her synthetic flesh squished and wrapped me, softer than the real thing, the creasing folds of her soles enveloping my dick like a tube. My penis was instantly soaked in her footsweat, and I felt my skin tingling, millions of tiny needling pricks of sensation permeating my flesh as her footsweat infused my genitals, sinking in through every pore. It carried with it the microscopic components needed to remake my manhood into something radically different.

“You love that, don’t you?” she crooned, stroking my clean-shaven crotch with her toes, “having your great big boy bits squished between my sweaty feet… ready to be smushed into a useless impotent ball for good.”

“It’s… fucking amazing,” I admitted, gripping the armrests of the chair.

Our eyes met, and her soles gave me a long, loving squeeze, sweat soaking my cock and crotch, running down to drench even my sack.

“Tell the lovely people, is this your first time getting a footjob? Or… perhaps this is your first time entirely? It is, isn’t it? You’re getting nullged as a virgin….”

Such humiliating, perverse teasing was far beyond what most contestants received, and I knew on some level I should object – I was a paying customer after all – but what was making all this more humiliating than anything was how her words made my cock sear with need, another squirt of pre escaping to add to the mess she was making of my genitals.

Face burning red, I bit my lip and nodded, a shiver passing through me. She giggled and her toes stroked my skin affectionately.

“Then we’d better make your first and last time very special! I hope you don’t mind that it’s just my feet… but then you’re never going to plunge this beautiful rod of yours into a pussy again after this, so isn’t it better to just never know what that feels like? After today you’ll only be giving orgasms, not having them, so it would be cruel to give you a taste of that heaven before I take it away….”

I could hardly believe I was really doing this, but as she peered deep into me and gave another squish of those exquisite soles I actually nodded at her words.

As she started to move them her toes gripped and squeezed my skin and the artificial muscles in her feet made them undulate, explosively multiplying the sensations. Her feet squeaked up and down, my dick mashed between those pillow-soft soles, my hips bucking gratefully against her as her toes guided my shaft. Occasionally they reached down all the way to grasp at my balls too, sandwiching my head in her heels.

I couldn’t help but wonder if Katie’s pussy could possibly feel as good as this… but I was never going to find out.

Already my cock was starting to change, my skin so soaked in her sweat softening, my shaft within growing starting to bend and flex despite my erection. A moment before I’d been harder than I’d ever been before in my life. Now I watched the glimpses of my dick revealed with each wet slurping slick up and down of her feet, and saw my skin darkening, turning black and shiny.

With so much transformative footsweat applied the corruption spread quickly, the squeaking getting louder as I became latex between her soles.

Knowing about the sensitivity of Permatex and being prepared for it were two wholly different things.

I could feel every line, every curve and wrinkle in her feet, the joints in her toes, the moving muscles being simulated within – it was as if my entire psyche was submerged in those hot, sweaty soles and toes. In reality they were submerging in me, my manhood so soft it was starting to flow, adhering to her feet more and more, jiggling as shaft, balls and all started to lose their shape.

My voice sounded out, incoherent but ecstatic as her feet squeaked over my penis. Grinding my hips against her and plunging myself faster and harder into that divine embrace I saw stars, as my cock took on the impression of her body. My genitals were squishing between her toes and my consciousness wavered under the weight of so much stimulation all at once.

I had never imagined just how high ‘maximum’ could be.

“Oh fuck me! I’m gonna cum!” was the most coherent thing I managed to get out.

My partner in our perverse stage-show looked me in the eyes and laughed.

“Never again!”

With a wet, gooey splorch, she stomped down with both feet, and my penis collapsed down into a mound latex slime before my eyes.

Howling in pleasure beyond orgasmic my body tried to cum a moment too late. My back arched, my muscles straining and clenching at the assault on my senses, my mind desperately attempting over and over to climax. But she wasn’t done. She trampled my gooey, latex crotch, mashing the rubber between her soles and massaging with her toes, bunching it up as the last details of form and structure churned away. My urethra, my testicles, my glans, everything was gone, mushed up together into one gleaming black rubber bulge, shaped into a perfect sphere by her feet.

By the time she pulled back her feet, I was left quivering, gasping for air as my lungs and crotch burned, each for very different reasons. I hadn’t cum of course, nor even had anything close to what might be called a release, my dick destroyed at the pinnacle of my passion. My body was held there now, eternally alive with desire that could never be sated, my mind awash with eroticism.

Looking down at my crotch, I stared in awe at the gigantic mound of latex – it was the size of a cantaloupe at least.

“That’s my...”

“That’s your brand new nullge, made entirely out of recycled genitals,” she said proudly.

“Oh god yes,” I whimpered, as I felt it pulsing in my crotch.

“You really were rather huge, I’m sure you’d have had girls lining up around the block for a go with your dick, but not anymore! Now it’s just a useless, silly and impotent blob for people to trample. How do you like it?”

As she asked, she brushed her dexterous toes over my bulge, as she had my cockhead earlier. This time the quiver ran from my head to my own toes, and I gasped out loud.

“It’s… completely amazing,” I murmured back, as I brushed my gleaming surface with my fingertips, and felt the spasm that ran through my new non-genitalia.

“My girlfriend is gonna kill me though….”