Dustin looked down at at Ty's deflated form on the bed with a cocked head, "Well, don't you look a sorry sight? Just like some old piece of clothes left lying wadded in the corner..."
Ty rippled, just a little, unable to move much in this state.
Dustin laughed, "You could almost be a flesh-colored wetsuit..." He paused, a gleam coming to his eye, "Hmm... I wonder." He stripped quickly. Dusty reached down and gripped Ty's thin rubbery shoulder and lifted him off the bed, "Yes, yes I think this could be fun!"
He stuck the fingers of his free hand in Ty's mouth and gripped Ty's lower jaw, holding Ty's head steady while stuffing the fingers of his other hand in Ty's mouth and gripping his upper jaw.
"Mmmpphhaa?" Ty muttered weakly.
Dustin grinned, "Let's get you on!" And pulled his hands apart hard.
Ty's mouth stretched, wide, wide, wider. His eyes grew wide, but he was unable to resist Dustin's force.
When Ty's mouth reached a little over a foot across, Dustin lowered him to the floor and lifted a foot, slipping Ty's mouth over it before stepping in with his other foot. He could feel Ty's slick insides stretching and bulging around him as he slowly worked Ty's body up his own, over his naked butt and groin, up his stomach, before stretching and filling Ty's arms with his own.
Ty fit tightly, like slick rubber that shifted just a little as Dustin moved. Dustin marvelled at the feel of his friend wrapped around his entire body except his head, Ty's head hanging like a hood down the back of Dustin's neck.