"Whoa!" shouted Rico, as he was penetrated by Chad's huge rubber cock. He bounced up and down in the hammock, and moaned in pleasure as his own cock unleashed torrents of cum. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...." moaned Rico as he rode the hammock cock for over an hour. It seemed to grow bigger and bigger inside him, and while it hurt, it hurt so good. He could have pulled off the cock, but he didn't want to because he never wanted it to stop. He was cumming continuously the whole time. It was impossible, he had never blown more than 3 loads in 15 minutes, and here he was pumping out gallons. He was too caught up in his reverie to notice that his cum was getting thicker and whiter, and progressively coating his body.
It wasn't until the hammock began to close around him that Rico realised something was wrong. By this point, his entire body was coated in white latex, and his body was beginning to lose all shape, his arms stuck firmly to his sides and his legs folded up and adhering to his waist. He simultaneously felt a sexual thrill and utter terror at the blackness slowly closing around him even as he squirmed in equal parts pleasure and fear.
As the sunlight vanished, replaced by pitch blackness, Rico felt the hammock begin to tighten around him, felt his body being squeezed from all sides. What should have been suffocating and constricting instead felt like a full-body blowjob, his body charged with sexual pleasure even as it was reshaped, his cock still pumping out the white latex cum.
This continued for hours more, his entire body cocooned within the hammock, the black latex Chad-cock firmly up his arse, his cock constantly producing more white latex to replace his vanishing human tissues, his entire body being squeezed into a shape that Rico could only identify as long, cylindrical, and curved. It wasn't until early morning that Rico's marathon orgasm ended, his entire body now white latex and unmoving, his consciousness fading into sleep.
The sun began to rise. There Chad and Rico swung in unison in the light wind, looking much like a massive overripe banana. Chad felt a strange sense of... satisfaction?... over the events of the evening and night. Not only had it been the most extreme sexual pleasure he'd ever felt, but it felt like he was simultaneously both enveloped and enveloping his new ivory partner. And while he couldn't be confident about it, he could swear that he could sense the tenuous link of another mind, Rico's mind. He wasn't sure if it was that the connection was inherently weak, or if the connection was tenuous because Rico was asleep.
Just as the sun cleared the horizon, someone walked up to the huge latex banana...