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He waltzed through the brush on a late summer's day, admiring the beauty of his domain whilst observing its health. Recently some mortal folk had come and damaged it a little, and he finally came to investigate. The ruckus from the trees was from all the trash they left behind, plastic bottles, silicone bongs, heaps of burt garbage and other things disrespectful mortals left in their wake. With waves of his hands he saw the trash fade away into the ether, golden wisps of energy carrying them off to elsewhere. Slowly he made progress, eventually leaving the land as clean as he could make it, though he had to admit magic couldn't fix everything. He smiled and walked away from a job well done, until he felt his hoof touch something warm and goopy. It sprung from out of nowhere, and suddenly he felt a warm slap on his genitals. Rapidly it covered his cock and wrapped around his furry sack and cascaded him with a warm feeling that rippled across his body. Taken aback he moaned in a mixture of carnal bliss and shock, falling upon a nearby tree as he looked to see what was happening to his endowment. A dark purple blob was bubbling and oozing across his birthright, the silhouette of a hefty 10 inch slab of meat rapidly melted and merged into a mass of glistening goo. Desperately he reached for it only to feel a squishy rubber beneath his fingers, and no firm flesh or liquid slime to speak of. Drowning in a sea of ecstasy he braced himself further on the tree, digging into its bark while he watched in pleasure laced terror how a large shiny purple bulge formed where his once proud manhood once stood. Yet it didn't stop, even though the changes had. It continued to radiate a familiar warmth he had felt many times before, the tension of sex. Memories of the many men he had filled with his member filled his brain and didn't seem to compare to this thing at all! In fact he felt like it was some sort of mixture of all the pleasures in one shiny, purple, package. The soft yet tight grip of a woman's nethers, the tight and rough feeling of a virgin mans hole, the skilful hands of a talented masseuse, the talented mouth of a nameless man. He couldn't stop thinking about it all, and staring at it in shock. " Those mortal bastards. " He murmured under his breath, beginning to sweat as he tried to stand. " W-what is this curse..? " He got to stand up, but once his haunch glanced at the side of his newfound bulge he cried in pleasure and fell upon his hands and knees. Another wave of ecstasy hit his body and he felt as if he was fully hilted inside a needy hiker, on the verge of glazing them. In his mind he felt as if he should be in someone's behind, thrusting with force, hearing their moans fade into the woods. But he wasn't, he was hunched over, his meat changed by whatever the humans had left behind for him to uncover. It took effort, but he eventually stood without pleasing himself, watching carefully to ensure he didn't graze it again. Then he was standing, his breath slow, body covered in sweat, the bulge hot to the touch. For a few moments he stood in silence, observing what was done to him, and how it shone in the light of the woods. It looked to be some sort of rubber, like that he found on some human objects. Dark, shiny, smooth as could be, with a dark purple color like the eyes of some Fae he knew. With a deeper look he saw it was merged to his skin, and was seemingly a part of him beneath his furry pelt. He stood for another moment and placed his finger on it, shuddering as he felt a warmth press on all sides of his male half, or at least where it should be. Biting his lip he clasped his hand around the bulge, he felt smooth and squeaky rubber for a moment before the same pleasure increased tenfold, his legs quaked as the pleasure built. Taking a deep breath, he squeezed. He heard an odd squeaking sound, the noise of a hand squashing rubber, and flesh rubbing on it. But as soon as his ears registered the sound an intense burn lit up his crotch that spread to his whole body, crashing into him like a tsunami. For a fleeting moment he felt absolute drive, the pleasure of a thousand beddings, millions of masturbations. He feebly tried to squeeze once more, then it all went black. Eventually he came to, the warmth from earlier still radiating through his being, his vision clearing up as he sat up. Then he once again was confronted with the big purple rubber reality between his legs, it wasn't a dream. But then again, the pleasure wasn't either. Standing up he looked around him, and listened for any movement, he didn't hear anything or see anyone nearby. For a moment he hesitated, then remembered the rush that filled his body before he passed out, and looked down at himself. Slyly grinning he closed his gait, feeling the tension build as his furry thighs squeezed his bulge slightly before he started walking over to a nearby tree. Shaking all the while as his thighs continued to rub against himself. Then he stopped in front of the tree, his hands gripping the bark before he thrust himself up on it, yelping a little as the sudden shock of feeling his bulge get squished hit him like a hammer. After recovering from the shock his instincts told him to grind, groaning deeply as he moved his hips around. He felt every crack and little piece of wood in the deep ridged texture of the tree bark as it made a mark on his rubber piece, that was soon followed by the tension building up in his chest telling him to go further. Listening to his bulge he wrapped his arms around the tree and thrust as hard as he could, quietly moaning while he started focusing more on the rubbery piece between his legs. Then he heard someone clear their throat behind hom and he was knocked out of the haze, a familiar voice was heard. " Now what are you doing there, oh guardian of the woods? " He bit his lip and turned around, a familiar face met him. An old friend and fuck fellow of his, who had a cocky grin on his face. Then his expression changed to one of shock, then to delight. Their gazes met once more. " Afternoon, bulge boy. You're in quite the pickle i see~ " Said the other, walking closer before perching himself on a nearby stump. " A little bit... But why are you here, Castor? " The bulged one asked with a blush, turning around, shuddering as his thigh glanced his new codpiece. " I was just heeding the call you also answered. It appears I got lucky, unlike mister Ikarion before me. " Ikarion groaned as the debilitating bliss faded away, shakily standing up and glaring at his friend with benefits. He tried to speak but couldn't, he felt a bit too tired. " Mh, you seem to have gotten lucky. I've found myself victim to a trap like that before, though mine was much less pleasurable... Mine just blocked the ability to feel pleasure. " Said Castor as he walked closer, that shit eating grin on his face as he locked eyes with his less fortunate fuck buddy. " But you..? You can feel this, can't you~ " He reached for the purple spot and gave it a light rub. The unfortunate one yelped in pleasure, his haunches buckling. Before falling down he gripped Castors shoulders and stopped himself, quaking from the sudden shock of pleasure. He looked up at him, his face next to his uncovered member. It was thick, hard, and needy, just like his was before getting covered by whatever was on his crotch. " My my my, you're so cute when you moan like that... it's so fun to have our little roles reversed, isn't it? " Castor asked, running a hand through his part time partner's smooth mane. " You know, if you'd like, would you want to give me a little taste for once? Perhaps you can ride me a little bit? " He proposed. It took a few moments for Ikarion to think it over. While his pride was quite hurt from the curse on his crotch, he wouldn't turn down a good time. Words weren't needed to say yes, instead he gently grabbed his meat and wrapped his mouth around it. He forgot how long it was since he'd given someone head, and he remembered how much he missed it as well. The familiar warmth and weight of a man who was stiff and strong, his talented tongue wrapping across its length as he sucked and enjoyed it. Castor moaned a little and bucked his hips in sync with his head, chuckling. " You're so talented, friend. Why don't you do this to me more~? " He laughed, scratching his hair. Ixsoc paused for a moment and looked up, stroking his member. " Because you're usually underneath me. Showing me that cute little butt of yours. " He spat back , gripping his sack before sucking once more.. The two kept at it for a few minutes. He wasn't feeling much, but he could feel his arousal increase as he kept going as normal. Instead of his usual slab of meat though, he stared at the bulge once more, watching it hopelessly throb in need. With a grin he gave it a rub, and shuddered a little. The well endowed one pulled out, his stiff stick glistening in the afternoon light. " Say, mind if I gave you a ride? Just like all those times I've ridden you? " Iksoc thought it over a moment, glancing to his furred haunches before looking back at him and nodding. Castor whistled and moved behind him, running a hand across his back and thighs as he made his way around. In moments he felt a warm tongue press against his hole, making its way in before skilfully moving across his innards. He'd felt it before many times, and could never get used to it. Suddenly the tongue went out, and a hot tongue rubbed itself across his rubber piece. A rush of need rocked his chest, leaning forward from the shock, audibly groaning in amplified pleasure. In moments it stopped, and Castor cast himself within. Ikarion only felt his hole stretch and his greedy hole grip his friend's member before his mind was overcome by a warm fog and his mind emptied. He could only focus on the sound and force of his friends' slow, forceful thrusts shake his body, and the fact he had to have more. Leaning on his left he reached for his bulge with his right, beginning to rub and squeeze it in a carnal bliss induced stupor, beginning to snicker and giggle as the pleasure of sex was amplified by the bliss of the bulge. It continued to build up and never seemed to want to stop, but he'd rather if it didn't. At some point he felt the thrusts get harder, slower, and more rhythmic until they stopped and he felt a familiar warmth fill his innards. Looking back he saw the pleased face of his friend, cocked black in a state of orgasm, only thinking about what was next while he skillfully rubbed and squeezed himself silly. The endowed one pulled out and stepped back, whistling. " You're so tight... " Was all he could muster, watching as his most recent cream pie stood up and looked back at him with a delirious gaze. " Thank you. " He said back walking up to the man that filled him and putting him into a hug before beginning. To make out with him. While surprised he replied back with a similar ferocity, their arms wrapping around each other while their tongues and lips furiously danced and fought across their faces. Out of horniness ikarion started to grind on him, feeling his rubbery piece run against a furry thigh and hitting him with a likewise sense of need for more. Then he rubbed himself on his groin, gracing the glistening member he'd just taken with his shiny rubber half and felt something odd. It liquefied and seemed to spill upon his crotch, latching onto the member he had just taken with a satisfying squeak.. He was pushed back and Castor yelled in terror, his face aghast as he looked down at the purple ooze starting to work it's way across his pride. Ikarion only rubbed and squeezed himself with that delirious grin of his, catching the furious gaze of his fellow satyr. " What have you done you bastard!? " He started, walking towards him in a rage before his sack was coated and his thigh hit it, and he fell forward with a weak little moan. That snapped him out of his state, and the formerly delirious Satyr watched what was unfolding before him with a mix of shock and satisfaction. Standing up he watched the formerly cocky top roll on the ground in pleased terror, and saw from the outside what had happened to his male half. The little ooze that his bulge gave him multiplied and raced across his crotch, spreading and costing his tools with a ferocity he'd never seen before. Before he knew it his friend was now ten inches of purple goo, dribbling on the floor beneath him out of need for more stimulation. Then he watched the piece start to melt and deform, moving as if it had a mind of its own. Expanding, merging with the rubber sack that was also losing definition, becoming a bubbling sea of goop before then starting to balloon and grow into another picturesque purple bulge. At once it solidified, and now was rubbery just like his own, and Castor could only glare at the purple pride in silent horror. " What was that you were calling me, *Bulge Boy?* " He laughed with all the snark in the world, the snarked one looked back. " But... You. You gave me one of these damn things you bastard! " He yelled as he saw his fellow bulge bearer strut himself over to him, a hand placed on his shoulder. " Well then. Guess I'm just gonna have to show ya just how to have fun with that new tool of yours. " " No! You're going to- " and he was struck into silence by his bulge getting squeezed, his sentence descending into a soft moan of pleasure as he fell on the ground. " Going to what? See how cute this little bulge boy looks getting his cute round nub get rubbed? Maybe listen to him moan when I do this? " He then ran a finger across the remains of his manhood, hearing him yelp before having it turn into yet another deeply satisfied cry of pleasure. For a few moments he kept this up, listening to Castor's crude insults as he continued to trace a finger along the smooth rubber surface. Now that he wasn't being pleased into submission he could look at it and feel it, and observe just how alien it was. Once he fully began ignoring the moans of his friend he began to admire how it felt in his hands. Extremely dense, weighty, just like his. Yet it had so much give when he put some pressure on it, and so noisy too. Then there was the color, a deep dark purple that glistened with its rubbery texture. A texture that the recently endowed was just getting to know, and finding that it was smoother than any rubber he'd seen any humans play with. Then an idea entered his mind, his hand moved away and the moans slowed down. Castors gaze of fury pierced him, and he only smiled back as he crawled closer to him, laying a head on his belly, taking great care to just barely glance the bulge. " Why *agh!* Are you... Stopping..? " His answer was given as he watched ikarion begin licking his bulge, a deep moan leaving him as he cocked back his head and focused on the tree tops. With grace he felt his tongue come up on the rubber and take in its unique texture, and the fact it barely had a taste. It was faint, chemical, and bitter, but quite subtle. While a downgrade from his taste earlier, it felt better. Knowing this cocky little slut was trapped with him filled his heart with glee, his cheek then moved across the smooth rubber, its squeak giving him the satisfaction as much as the quick breathing of the poor man being rubbed. Getting more brave he turned himself around and planted the bulge between his cheeks, feeling it press against his well loosened rear and squeak as his furry haunches squeezed it. He sat up and looked back at him, seeing his teeth clench and chest break out into beads of sweat. Cranking it up a notch he started to rub himself, slowly bucking his hips and watching him huff and shake. Then he sat on it, feeling it give beneath his weight as he felt his bottom lightly push into him and dig his fingers and hooves into the dirt, letting out a yell of pleasure as his bulge gave away more and more. " Now that's what I like to hear, bulge boy! " He told him as he let off the pressure, watching him come to. " I'm not your bulge boy! " He cried back after catching his breath, which shook as he regained himself " It's you! You're the * *Ahn~!" " He was the. Interrupted by a squeeze of the cheeks, huffing and puffing. " I'm the hot little man just trying to please his cute little bulge boy. " He said as he turned himself around, kneeling in front of his aforementioned bulge boy. " Just trying to teach him how it feels to be nice, hot, and oh, so, well endowed~ " he chuckled, climbing over him. While he wrapped their hands together and their gazes met, Ikarion began to wonder what was happening to him. He remembered the state that overtook him earlier, where he was lost in a frenzy to grind on anything. Or when his mind went blank while getting loved by Castor. While similar, this was different. His mind was being full of things to do with this dastardly bulge, nearing the beginning of an obsession. The sound of the squeaking, how it felt to be teased and to have it rubbed, most obviously it was the new way he looked at it. Almost as if he was lusting over a round purple bulge more than he did a stiff throbbing dick. It felt unusual, but that big beautiful bulge told him it would be alright. And that it was time to start grinding, too~ Suddenly he gripped Castor's hands and locked them both into another make out session, lips and tongues furiously writhing across one another before their bulges came together. Their grips tightened in unison, a muffled groan heard from Castor as their mouths continued to dance around one another. Ikarion could only enjoy the warmth that began to build up in his chest as he felt their two hunks of rubber bend and run across one another. Of course making that addictive squeaking noise all the while. With force he began grinding, his being shaking and begging for more as he reentered the state of bulge induced zen. With glee he saw Castor's face relax, the tension fading away as he too entered the zen of his bulge. Then the two went harder, filling the woods around them with a symphony of rubber squealing and deep moans of pure bliss. After a while they stopped making out and merely grinded on one another, listening to each other's moans while their eyes stayed glued to each other's faces. For what felt like hours they said nothing besides their huffs of pleasure, listening only to their squeaking. Suddenly something changed however, and the friction between their rubber endowments disappeared, instead becoming a feeling of fusion between the two. Feeling themselves rise higher and higher they went at it harder, beginning to cackle and yell in pent up delirium as their feelings merged. To them both they felt as if their members were being hit with an energy only transmitted by gods of nightly passion, and that energy was rippling throughout the very fiber of their being. They could feel their hearts beat rapidly in sync, their breathing quickening the higher they went, and *everything* the other was feeling. They were wrapped in rubber matrimony, despite the fact that once solid rubber replacements had melted into the goo they had started out as. Ilarion glanced down at what was happening and watched the sheen leave them, and instead become the viscous purple mass that had successfully replaced their pride hours ago. They were no longer ' bulge boys, ' and in his current state of mind he couldn't think of another moniker for them to take on before the next change came. He could feel it again, the manhood that he had hours ago was coming back. Stiff, needy, and ready to blow. He continued to buck and shake his hips alongside his other, watching the goo stretch and move like dough between their thighs as their dicks began to take shape. Soon they rose out of the purple sea as if they had always been there, throbbing in the evening air as they were on the brink of bursting. Pushing himself forward he felt their shafts touch, and they came. The pressure they had been building up for hours suddenly started to drain away, and an untold clarity had replaced what was beginning to fly out of his freed member. With force they both shot out thick streams of white, coating themselves with the loads that were trapped behind the rubber facades for what felt like eternity. Their members stayed stiff as their sacks dropped, emptied and strained from the intensity of their release. Feeling the tension fade, Ikarion looked down upon Castor, his once rapid breathing slowing down into a tired rhythm. Now that he was relieved, he was tired as could be, and he saw the same in his friend's face. Before he gave away, he blurted another wise crack. " You *are* a perfect little bulge boy. " He said, then all went dark. Castor let out a groan of protest, weakly replying back. " No... You are... " Then all went dark for him as well.