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Boy Toy (Nullge tale) A tale from Ted’s perspective about giving other dudes nullges. --- The guys who want bulges always surprise me, it's always someone I wouldn't expect. At first when I began giving them to others they fit a certain style, one you'd partially expect to be into it. Submissive, very femme or twinky in appearance, usually into degradation big time as well, and not the biggest fans of how their dongs looked. But after the first wave came to pass, tops began to ask for them, then switches, bottoms with a more masculine aura, bears, otters, furries, humans, lawyers, construction workers, IT folks. The crowd had become quite diverse by the time this guy came around to join the bulge club. He was a bartender at the gay bar I frequented the most, a quite handsome fellow that I had some fun with prior named Vince. He approached me yesterday night and asked me straight up. " Say, you just give those things away for free? " He asked, pointing to mine. " Yes, I do. " Was all I said, his face lit up. " Can I have one!? " He asked, I nodded. " Just come to my place after your shift. You remember where I'm at? " " Yeah! I'll be off at nine. " I shot him some finger guns and continued with my night, taking down a couple white russians while talking with my friends. Then by the time nine came I drove back home, waiting to hear a knock on the door. When it came the ever so eager Vince came through. We locked eyes and he squealed as he closed the door. " Y'know I never met anyone so needy for a bulge. " I told him while leading him into my bedroom, he entered and kissed my cheek. " Really? I mean I played with one of the guys who got it and I just couldn't stop having fun! I mean, it looked like he had a hell of a time and I'd love to have one too. “ He said while walking in. " Now how does this whole bulge thing work? " " First, strip nude. " He didn't hesitate, I had barely finished my sentence by the time he had his pants around his ankles. Seconds later he was bare naked, his work clothes in a pile close by. I looked at his endowment, and wondered if he grew an inch or two the last time we met. A perfect candidate for my signature silicone style if I'd ever seen one. I walked over to him and got on my knees, watching as he quickly throbbed into an erection. I hadn't even touched him yet. " The second step is to hold still and let me do my part. " I said, gripping his thighs before going down on him. I relaxed my throat muscles and sucked him down, my nose rubbing into his groin before I started bobbing up and down. Soon he was getting harder, a hand touched my head and he began to moan. Once he was as bricked as he could be I grabbed his sack and opened wide, fitting it in my maw alongside his length. Then I commanded my mouth to melt, my once ridged pallet and succulent throat turning into a honey like pool of rubber that his junk rapidly sunk into. He shivered and gripped my head, I held on to him and continued to let my liquid sink into his skin. When I felt it had soaked in I pulled away, looking at what would become the newest member of the eponymous bulge club. As he laid a hand on the liquid surface I watched him shiver in pleasure, but before he could grip it the bulging started and he was paralyzed from the bliss. The once bubbling liquid stopped doing so, turning into a thin coating that looked like a high quality dildo. Then it started to inflate, goosebumps rippling across his skin as my work began its final stretch. I stood up and braced him, looking at his phallus as it lost all definition in a sea of carnal latex bliss. His head melted into the shaft, turning into a fat sausage shape while his once large sack started to look more like a shiny black balloon. With a cute whimper he fell onto me, and I held him up so he could watch the process in the mirror. The sack continued to inflate, and his cock joined it in the process of becoming perfect. They progressively merged together as they swole up and their surfaces met, the once large throbbing dick bending down to meet its new mass while the sack swole up to swallow it whole. In seconds the last of his dick was absorbed by his new bulge, and the form finished its process. In seconds it stopped as fast as it had begun, leaving his member beneath a multiple inch layer of erogenous rubber. He came to in a few moments as he was finally covered, blushing beet red at the sight of himself in the mirror. Nude with his handsome body on display in my latex coated arms, with a flawless piece of rubber covering his cock. I smiled at him and rubbed his hairy pecs, I forgot how nice he felt. " Like the new look? I think it suits you. " I told him, he chuckled and began to get up. " I think so too, th-ANKS! " He yelped, his perfect thighs pressing into my work, making him fall back into my arms. I kissed his head and lifted him up, hugging him tightly as he began to groan from his legs pressing his bulge. Then he widened his gait, the shivering stopped and I let go. I let him admire himself in the mirror, and I could tell he'd find himself a spot out there with the rest. He was only just now getting used to it, but something told me he'd quite enjoy grinding that thing between some cheeks. I could see it, especially with his skilled hands and his typically dominant, overwhelming personality. Especially with how big it turned out, very few could match its circumference or heft besides me.. Now he was idly touching it, giddily laughing as he felt how sensitive it was. Watching it bend and give way to his touch, I couldn't help but admire the process no matter how many times I saw it. They were always so sexy and cute when they were growing used to it, I couldn't exactly say why. But once he started to squeeze and stroke it I approached him from behind and rested a paw on it, holding his hand in the process. He froze, looking at me as I paralyzed him with the heavenly sensation of hard, rubbery paw pads on his pride. " You wanna step it up a level? " I asked him, hearing his breathing hasten. " Yes. " Was all he could answer. I increased my grip, his breathing turning into short rapid moans as his knees buckled and he began to fall. My other hand held him and let him down gently onto his knees, continuing to increase the pressure of my squeeze the closer he got to the floor. He was almost like a mannequin I could pose, the pleasure freezing him in a state of bliss. By the time he was on his hands and knees I had a nice tight grip around him, my digits sinking nice and deep while my palm rested on the peak of his piece. I moved to see his face in the mirror, he was tearing up and locked into looking at his face. I let go progressively and saw his muscles relax, by the time my hand was moved onto his thigh his breathing was calm, and his once hypnotized look disappeared. " Wasn't that oodles of fun? " I asked him while moving to my toy box, my mind piecing together a unique way to break him as I looked at my arsenal. " Tons, dude! Why'd you stop? " He looked at me with a questioning look, I looked back at him. " Because I wanna up it a couple more levels. See how you and your new piece can handle my imagination. " I said, he looked worried. " What does that mean? " " You're about to have a really, *really* good time. “ " Uhuh. What do I do till then? " " Whatever you wanna do. " I said, almost immediately he began grinding into my carpeted floor. I chuckled and took out my magic wand by accident as I tried to grab another toy, then my gaze locked onto it. I didn't know how I didn't think of it before, but it was genius. I had never played with a bulge using a vibrator, and ideas began to flow through my imagination. I figured I didn't need anything else and closed the box, my attention turning back to see him grinding the floor and moaning like a fool. I decided to sit on my trunk and watch, idly rubbing myself as I let him explore his new bulge by himself. Thinking of another way to toy with him I molded my bulge into a dick, it had been a while since I gaped a new member of the bulge club, and for such an occasion as to find a new way to initiate one in I decided it would be a nice treat. Also I couldn't help but enjoy how they felt in my hands. I shaped mine to be a well knotted canine, something I hadn't indulged in for ages. Stroking myself while watching I couldn't help but think about all the times I'd seen similar things happen to the men I bulged, fond memories of pleasure twisted faces and loud moans of bliss filling my mind and heart. I never thought too deeply on it before, but now it dawned on me how much *fun* it was to share my latex gift with other men, to watch them enjoy their bulge flavored brotherhood as the numbers of bulge boys grew. Watching the moment it clicked with them about how gifted they were to be shiny and featureless, or when they broke under intense play. Their faces twisting and shaping into unique expressions of carnal lust, some full of tears, others neutral, a couple with snot running past their cheeks. I loved the way each of them toyed with themselves. One guy pressed my snout into it and wouldn't stop for hours, another couldn't stop admiring my silk sheets, my most memorable one demanded I grind my fat bulge into him and call him ' the biggest, bulgiest, bulge boy around. ' I laughed a little, that memory was quite fond. This one was bouncing in a state of bliss, laughing instead of moaning, yelping in pleasure every time his bulge squeezed beneath his weight and the carpet. He was a unique case indeed. Mostly because he was still mobile despite the overwhelming sensations running through him, also because he chose my cheap carpet instead of the expensive imported silk sheets on my bed. He was having fun regardless, so I couldn't judge fully. Eventually I grew too needy, it was time to break him in. I plugged the wand in and approached, putting a hand on his shoulder and stopping him mid bounce. His bulge was trapped beneath him and the floor, his lip bit in anticipation and pent up bliss, quite overwhelmed from the shaggy carpet pressing into his pancaked pride. I looked down at him and showed off my tool, grinning. " Ready to really have some fun? " His eyes lit up and he nodded rapidly. He complied as I pushed him forward onto his elbows, an ask causing him to raise his ass a few inches. My hand guided his legs apart for a good view of my work. To tease him I licked it, and he shivered as my long latex tongue traced across it and lightly caressed his hole. Then I stepped forward and pressed the wand upon him, an adorable ' eep! ' heard as the cloth head pressed into him. I didn't do anything for a moment, but for him I knew it felt like an eternity. Pent up, waiting for me to turn the wand on and send him on a one way trip to bulge induced bliss. For a moment he seemed to think I was faking him out, his eyes looking at me through the mirror in curiosity. Then I turned it on. Almost immediately he let out a long, deep moan as his knees and elbows gave way, his body falling forward before he locked into that position as I followed his bulge to its resting place. He continued to drone with that deep, needy moan of his as I held it onto him. I watched the pristine surface vibrate and ripple, listening to the whir of the device pressed against supple rubber. In the mirror I saw his face, he already broke. It hadn't even been fifteen seconds. His tongue was out his mouth, his eyes looking crossways, and a single tear ran down the left side of his face. I softly grinned, appreciating the results of my handiwork. He was learning how it feels to be bulged, bathed in a sea of bliss for however long I wished to keep him there. It was a service I say, one I was proud to provide. Men needed to be rendered cute by my hand, caged by rubber and reduced into a broken mess by my skillful hands and latex appendage. I loved it, and couldn't help but appreciate every second he moaned into the carpet. Then I pulled off the vibrator after a few minutes, the moaning stopped as I did. For a few more minutes he remained on the carpet, stiff as a board before his consciousness returned.He shakily sat up, wiping the tear off his face with a smile. " That was awesome. “ was all he said, I nodded. " I know. " I replied, letting the silence build as he looked into my eyes. His hand touched me and we hugged, and during it he made an effort to rub my piece of art on my thigh. I laughed as I heard him huff and puff in pleasure, losing himself in our embrace. Then he looked down and noticed how well endowed I was. " Mind if I bounce on that? " I broke our embrace and splayed my legs, letting my lupine shaped pride stand tall. He said nothing and got down to business, rubbing his cheeks on me before I steadied my member with my hand. He gripped me and guided me inside, grunting as I felt him stretch around my girth and begin to slide down its ebony length. I liquefied a little to ease the process, but my size made it quite a challenge for him. Eventually he made it, touching the top of my knot and resting there before leaning forward and starting to bounce. His poor hole stood no chance against me as he rapidly loosened up and quickened his pace, moaning into the night as we built a steady rhythm. Before I knew it he was bouncing like before, his cheeks clapping with every drop on it, and his hole stretching in a way that made him look absolutely adorable. I began bucking my hips to his beat, grabbing his while trying to knot him. I kept pressing my knot into him when he'd come down the shaft, his moan would turn into a groan of pleasure as every attempt seemed to simply push on his hole. Eventually it went in, one thrust took the tip, another around the middle, then he managed to wrap himself around the bottom, yelling as he did. He sat on me and rested for a moment before pulling up. We pulled away, a pop heard followed by his moan of lust as he switched to bouncing on the knot. I laughed as I appreciated his talent, the sound of my knot widening him out giving me joy the more I heard it. I felt that I was ready to bust, bouncing him harder on my knot while seeing him grow tired from the stretching. When I came I pulled him down and held him there, groaning deeply while I pumped a fat load of latex inside him. After a minute of sitting he came off it, leaking a stream of latex down his crack and across his cheeks. I smiled. " Now how's it feel to be a card carrying bulge boy? " I asked him, getting up while he looked at himself in the mirror. " Feels great. Very great. ' I kissed his cheek and hugged him, looking at him in the mirror. " Am I gonna see that thing on no bottoms night? " " You bet. " " That's the spirit. " --- A few days later underwear night rolled around, I got up to my usual shenanigans. Cocktails, shots, squeezing bulges, a few make out sessions here and there. And from behind the bar I spotted my most recent work of art making drinks. He was too busy to talk, but he shot me a wink and was showing off his new piece to everyone. He drew a spiral on it. I found it quite amusing.