Jung looks at the little black condom laying on the ground near the torn clothes of Leon.
"Hey I think we need to just head to the main land, I checked above just now and we are almost there. I can see the shore, its only like 2 miles away. We cant leave him here though." Jung says picking up the condom and looking at it.
It lies lifeless in the palm of his hand, its semi translucent thin latex shines slightly as he tilts his hand and inspects the suspect contraceptive.
"I agree. Lets head to the shore and we can get help there. I heard about people getting exposed to stuff as they unload the trash, sometimes we didnt see em again, sometimes they were back at work just as normal as ever. There has to be a way to undo all of this." Eric says as he turns to ascend the stairs.
"Let me see that. I cant get over the way he looked at us before he changed. He wanted help. I feel responsible cause we brought this to him, its our fault." You say taking the condom in your hand.
"Its not our fault. He woulda been a farm animal anyway. Come on man, dont beat yourself up." Jung turns and walks up the stairs as well leaving you alone in the dim light with the black condom that used to be Leon.
"Im sorry man. We'll find a way." You say look at it.
An idea comes to you. What if you wore it.. him? Would you and he merge, would he be free at least partly? You dont recall too clearly the condoms that changed you the first time but what if those were people too?
You think back through the fuzzy haze of your experience as a rubber coated sex slave of the master of Pleasure Island. You cant recall much, dont recall feeling like another person was with you.
"Its worth a shot. I hope this helps you. I feel like Iowe it to you." you say and you pull the sides of the condom open and lower it on to your dick.
No sooner does it touch your skin than it rolls down over you on its own, tightening as it does so, causing you to become erect in response. You dont feel any teeth penetrate you this time, just a sense of pressure as you swell inside the little black condom.
You see it stretching to accomodate you and then it stops. It doesnt spread or move. Must be over, you think.
"Hey you coming up?" you hear Eric calling you.
"Yeah." you respond. You grab the condom and try to pull it off, and are unsurprised when it doesnt budge. You slide your hand up and down your shaft a few times and it feels good. Save it for later, you think, and look for some clothes to hide your condition. Leons ripped up pants do nicely and you hitch them up, barely covering the bulge in front where your rubbery dick has begun to change, again.
You dont notice yet, and you ascend the stairs.