Rubber Boy's New Look [Com]

Derek slumped back into his chair, exhausted from another night of heroing. You see, by day he was simply Derek Dobley, pencil pushing office worker, but by night he was the magnificent superhero Rubber Boy, fighting crime and keeping the city safe. Sounds fun, yes? Well, sure, it used to be.
You see, although Derek loved being a superhero, and loved bringing people joy and happiness, there was an issue, and that issue was his representation, all coming down to the name. Thing is, it used to be ok, when Derek got his power and became Rubber Boy all those years ago, it was perfect and fitting, but the issue is that was a long time ago, and the style and name of Rubber Boy doesn’t really fit the 22 year old man he was now. Most of the time he didn’t even need to use his powers as bad guys would just laugh him off and turn themselves in out of pity.

You see, the name, although working when he was young, was just that, young. He needed an upgrade, a reinventing “I need a change” splitted Derek to his reflection on the blank TV in front of it. “I can't have people  keep thinking I'm for, or even am, a kid” he told said reflection “I need to grow up, and become Rubber Man, if anything. You, you need to grow up and appeal to the adults of this city, then you will be taken more seriously, then you can actually be a proper superhero and not some joke. You, Need, A, Change”

“And you shall” a dark voice from behind said, but before Derek could turn to find frome whom it came, he fell into a dark deep sleep. For you see, as Derek motivated his reflection and fell into a zone, he didn’t notice the dangers that lurked in his shadows, the foe who had stayed out of sight to fallow Rubber Boy home, the true villain who saw the change Derek could take, a change perhaps Rubber Boy needed, but just didn’t know it yet.

As quick as Derek had fallen into darkness, he found himself coming back, feeling returning to himself as he could once again feel his body, but as his eyes adjusted to the bright lights that hung above him,  he wished he had stayed asleep. Derek tried moving, doing anything, but the best he could do was move said eyes, looking at the reflective metal surrounding him and seeing himself strapped to what looked like some sort of conveyor, from his ankles to his head, everything was secured with tight clamps. Well not to worry, all he had to do was use his powers to stretch out of he- “wait, my powers, why can’t I use my powers!!” Derek said in a panic.

“Oh good, you're finally awake” a voice bellowed from the speakers, an unmistakable voice in fact, it was the Toy Maker, Rubber Man's greatest foe “I was beginning to think you were going to miss out on the fun” it continued.

“What have you done Toy Maker!!” Derek shouted,

“Oh nothing, yet” The voice replied “Well, I tell a lie, I did develop a chemical that unlinks your powers to your conscious mind, don’t worry you still have them, as we will see soon enough, but we can’t have you spoiling the fun”

“What do you mean! What are you going to do'' Derek replied, in fairness he didn’t really care, but knowing the Toy Makers love of monologuing he knew that getting him talking might give Derek enough time to find a way to esca- and find he did, as he could feel one of the restraints in his arm wiggle loosely, that clumsy old fool.

“Well i'm glad you asked” the voice continued “You see a little while ago I found this old manufacturing factory, one that had a machine that could actually make any wonder of things. Now I had no idea what to use it for, and to be honest I have been using it to store my large collection of comedic bowties, but after hearing your comments last night, after I followed you home for an unrelated plan, it gave me an idea. Why, we all know Rubber Boy can morph into any shape or form, and we all know your Superhero says are far behind you, so why don't we make you a little more useful”

*Wiggle Wiggle* “Just a little more” Derek whispered, “Just a little mo-” *click* “Bingo, now just to get-”

“And that’s why I was buying some fantastic little toy horses last we- .. Oh my my” the voice perked “seems I got a bit carried away, your crafty little Rubber Band you, seems you got me talking as always. Well, sadly since you did waste my time, I know have no time as to decide what magnificent thing you should become, but no bother, I think this Shuffle button here should help in deciding that” he said, clicking a large blue switch on the control panel before the machine choked, starting the conveyor and seeing Derek's fate.

Derek tried and tried at his restraints, using all his effort to break free, but it was no use as the doors of the machine closed behind him, he just hoped he could make it out on the other side.

The conveyor stopped, and Derek found himself in a blank white empty chamber. “Hu, maybe it broke” he thought to himself “well, time to get back to escap-” *Creak” went the walls, pausing Derek's train of thought.
Just then, a panel on the wall flipped open, with a shout, followed by a flock of sharp looking robotic arms. Darting towards him, Derek froze in fear and closed his eyes, as he felt a gust of wind surround him followed by freezing cold. A few seconds later though it was over, he creeped his eyes open and wow, the arms were gone, as if nothing had ever happened. Strange, maybe it was a test of some so- “WHAT THE HELL” Derek splerted as he looked down to find himself but naked “Those damn arms dredded my clothes, MY FAVOURITE SHIRT!!”
No bother, he can get new clothes and bill it to that field the Toy Maker, first thing first, time to escape.

Sadly, those plans were cut short as another panel opened, revealing a variety of needle tipped arms. “Oh god, what now” Derek panicked as the arms shot towards him. He braced as they shot into his chest, butt, thighs and lips. But, strange, it was painless, in fact didn’t feel like anything, had they numbed him. But, no time to ponder as to Derek's horror the needles started to pump, injecting something and expanding said areas. He could only watch in horror as his lips grew, finding it hard to close his mouth. His hips expanded, nearly breaking the clamps that held them. And, oh god, where they tits. He watched in horror as he went from A, B, D, FF!! “Whaft Thfff Helfff!!” Derek shouted, trying desperately to even say the simplest things with his lips. But that wasn’t all, as he needles finned with a nice bubble butt, almost the size of his new tits, before retreating back into the walls.

“Well” he thought, having given up on speaking “definitely can’t escape now, these new things have no chance of getting through the clamps, but maybe if I-” But sadly the arrival of even more machinery put that thought to death, these ones looking even stranger than the last. Looking like metal shoes, cloves, a head and like an hourglass thing. Derek was partly right, as he found these new metal things soon clamped around his hands, feet, waist and head. As his vision fell into darkness he could only internally scream as he felt the metal heat and compress against his body, squeezing so hard he felt he would pop. His only plus being that at least it wasn’t painful, thanks to his powers, but god did it feel uncomfortable.

Thankfully though it didn’t last long, and soon Derek found himself back in the light as the metal plates released back into the walls, but one Derek saw what they had done, he wished he had just stayed in said dark box. He gasped in shock as he saw his fingers and toes having been merged and blended to look like mittens and socks, his jaw dropped, or as much as it could now, when he saw the little waist he had left, he wondered where his organs could have gone, but he suspected they now occupied his new massive tits. But what was really the nail in the coffin was his head, HIS FACE. His now makeup filled and sparkled, eyes widened as he saw his new face, damn gorgeous, and not to mention the bright red hair, GOD, he looked like some sort of sexy Barbie.

He didn’t know how this could get any worse, but sadly he was proven wrong when he saw what emerged from the walls next. He didn’t want to believe it, but as they got closer, it sank in. “DILDOS!!” 3 of them in fact, and before Derek could even blink he recoiled as they pushed themselves into him. First his mouth, opening it up and shoving itself down his throat. Then his ass, spreading his now enormous cheeks and going as far up as it dared. But, that was all tame in comparison to the third, pressing against his, already squished dick thanks to the thighs, he could only internally squeal as it pushed and pushed, harder and harder, until “POP” it inverted his did and followed straight in, as far up as the others.

Derek cried inside, as the arms reseeded, leaving the hollow dildose in their new homes. “Maybe I can still get out, maybe I can still break free and morph back” Derek told himself in a panic, but sadly that was short lived as the final arm appeared, a sort of spray can. Derek could only watch in horror as the can coated him in a clear thin layer of transparent and shiny silicone, leaving him completely frozen, legs open, holes ready to receive. He faded into silence, as his new fate sat in, only a dull grown as the conveyor started up again, leading this new doll through  the exit door and stopping at the other end of the machine.

“Hazzah, you came out perfect” the voice on the speakers said with triumph “My my do you look lovely, why I am kind of sad I have to test the other options, damn do I wish I had time for a test before you go back in”
“Wait!” Derek splerted, breaking him out of his daze “It wasn’t over!! THERE'S MORE!!”
But before he could even finish the question, the conveyor jolted back to life, reversing and returning Derek to the chamber he found himself in before.

Derek braised for the horrors that might come next, he only wished he could still close his eyes. He watched in horror as the ceiling opened and a shower head lowered, what was it going to be, what was going to happen. Moments later the shower turned on and Derek was coated in a strange liquid, he shook with fear, what could it be, what could this liqui- … wait … he shook
Derek blinked and wiggled, he could move again, he was free, that liquid was washing away the latex coating. Although he was still restrained by the clamps, this was a start.

The future seemed even brighter when several arms came down, taking out the dildose and relieving the pressure. Although his new holes were still a gasp, it did feel alot better not having something shoved in them. Finally needles came down, connected themselves to his lips, butt, tits and ass, and started sucking out whatever they had pumped in before, he watched in joy as his new assets were being taken away and he was slowly being reverted back to normal. Maybe the Toy Maker had clicked the wrong button and accidentally reversed what happened, perhaps it was a chance for him to escape, he just needed to wiggle out of this hell.

As a new full body metal mould appeared, Derek's hopes were thrown into Beliefs. “YEY, this machine is going to revert my body back, it's going to fix me, I can finally be free” Derek cheered in his head as the new metal box clamped around, sealing his whole body. He smiled, best he could, as he felt the metal heat up and start to compress. Won’t be long now, won’t be long till he was back as his old self.

Moments passed and the pressure started to build, it was talking a bit long and god it was getting a bit tight. Doubt started to fester in  Derek’s mind, it was far too tight , it was compressing him far too much, he felt like it was really squeezing him, compressing him.

“Ok” Derek thought “That's enough, I think I’m back now”, but sadly the machine kept going, kept squeezing, kept compressing.
Derek started to panic as he felt the machine compress his head into his shoulders, his arms into his chest and his legs into one mass.
“PLEASE, STOP, IT’S TOO TIGHT” Derek shouted in his mind at the machine, but it was no use as he felt it squeeze and squeeze, feeling himself merge into his body and fill out a new, unfamiliar shape. So right, so wrong.

After a while the machine finally relented and opened, releasing Derek from its grasp. As deric fell to the conveyor the reality of the situation hit. He was so small, so tiny, like the size of a hot dog, and agck, he couldn’t move, his limbs had long since been merged into his body, all he could do was faintly wiggle like a worm.

He could do nothing as a single arm came down and picked him up, having a second spray him with a thick pink latex. Finally, what it finished, Derek realised, realised what the machine had turned him into, looking down at his thick pink cylindrical body, his heart sank at the truth. The machine had turned him into  a dildo, nothing more than a cheap sex toy.

As the doors opened, Derek was carried through to the ending platform as before. If he could still shed tears, he would, the doll was bad but at least he was still human, now what was he? Just a rubber dick, nothing more, nothing less, just a tool to bring others pleasure.
From the speakers came a hardy laugh “Ha ha ha, oh god” said the Toy Maker “I didn’t think it could actually make you into such a thing, wow” That bastard, how dare he do such a thing.
“What an amazing job too, apart from the colour you look just like the real thing, like a said before, such a shame we aren’t finished ha ha”

Derek siged, in his mind, as he was carried back into the machine Derek dared to imagine what other horrors were about to come to him, how could things get any worse than they were, I mean, what could be worse than this.

As quick as before, Derek came to a stop in the middle, and upon seeing a new nozzle appear, prepared for the worst. As it started spraying he felt a cold liquid start to coat him, it felt odd, and kind of nice, he hoped this was just the feeling of freedom as the old coating washed away like before. But, when the spraying stopped and he opened his eyes he was met with a different answer, “WHAT THE!” he gasped, looking at his shiny black coating “But BUT”. He wanted to curse, scream, shout about having a second coating, but god, this one just felt so nice, good even.

Alas he was soon knocked back into his senses as he saw several arms and tools come down to greet him. He watched in horror as one arm grabbed and held his “head”, or rather the tip of the dildo, as knives snipped and shredded his lower half until he looked like an oddly shaped squid. But before he could see the rest he was launched into darkness as his upper half was contained in a new cylindrical mould. Much like before, he felt it heat and compress, reforming him into a new shape, but what was different was what he felt before. He felt arms grab his new tentacles, followed by an immense strain as they started to pull and pull, stretching him out as far as he would go. Just when he felt he would snap from the pressure, since his new double silicone coating seemed to have limited his powers somewhat, the stretching stopped.

Finally the moulding was complete and Derek was brought back into the light, but much like before this was much to his disdain, as he looked down he saw what he had become. The machine hadn’t made him a squid or something, far from it, instead he watched as the doors opened and the arms carried out the newly made latex whip.

“My my my '' returned the voice, a bit more  joyous this time “naughty you, being such an item, I mean who knows what dastardly things you would be used for ha ha”. Derek internally grownd, I mean the dildo was bad enough, but this, this really spread into truly darker stuff. Why, being a tool of pain, even if it did bring pleasure in the context, stood against every heroic cell in his body. Why this time, he was almost glad when he was once again sent back in to be turned into god knows what.

As another shower washed away the latex, Derek sat there wondering, “What else could he turn me into, what could be worse than this, I mean I can’t really think of any- OW!”Derek looked up at the needle that had just interrupted him “God, that hurt, wait …. That hurt!”. Although Derek was a bit annoyed at the sharp pain, what it did mean was possibly the Toy Makers drug to stop the control of his powers was perhaps wearing off, as he was sure that the no pain was probably linked to it. But, as Derek started to try and feel out his body, concentrating on controlling his powers, he was sadly taken out of the hope as he saw the horrors before him. “Wait, WAIT, No no no no no”, all Derek could do was scream as he watched himself melt into a puddle, “NO, This can’t be, PLEASE” But sadly, his pleads  could have never prepared him for what was about to come next.

He watched as the platform lifted him up and poured him into 2 spherical moulds. For you see, as his body split into 2, so did his mind. What was once 1 person, he felt became 2, he felt the horrors, or rather they felt the horrors, as his memories, thoughts, feelings and, well, everything split. But, alas, as his mind, body and soul became 2, so did his senses, doubling up on everything, which sadly, made the next part even worse.

They felt as they rehardened, forming 2 spheres. They felt as the mould opened and placed the 2 of them back onto the cold platform, moving one of them back as they started to roll away. But finally, they felt as if a giant press came down, squashing them into 2 flat disks. The feeling of being misinformed was bad enough, but the feeling of being flattened, crushed and reduced, my god. Not to mention they were feeling everything X2 over.

Luckily though, they started to feel better as tools came down and started to create and stretch out a bridge between them, connecting them once more and allowing them to become him. God, the feeling of being split, that is something Derek never wanted to feel again, just the constant desire to be whole once more, it was horrifying, but as the arms continued to stretch and reshape parts of Derek, his happiness of being rejoined soon was flooded by realisation of what he had become. And with a final pressing of textures and patterns, thanks to another press, and the new coating of a hot red latex, Derek could only stare at the hot new bra he had become.

“Oh my goodness, aren't you sexy my dear” the Toy Maker cheered, “Why I wouldn't mind seeing a hot thing in you now would I ha ha”. Although not as bad as before, nowhere clase, this new form still wasn’t any better, but at least he did look rather nice and you know, he did feel sexy. As he was taken back into the machine all Derek could think of was how it was a bit of a shame he wasn’t going to be worn and make someone look so nice. Why, as the latex was washed off someone couldn't have mistaken one of the drops from the shower to be a tear, but no, that would be silly.

Alas, any thoughts that Derek could have been having where soon snuffed out as a series of presses and hammers smashed and moulded him into a lovely potato shaped blob, although very much taken aback from the even, he had more or less gotten used to the ordeal, what he hadn’t gotten used to though was what came next. His eyes widened as he saw a lovely pair of almost human looking hands approach him, although the point that they switched to mechanical parts at the elbows put a stop to thinking they were real.

As the hands got closer, so did Derek’s curiosity, why was this so different, what were they going to do to him, maybe a break and a message ha ha. Although such a thought was more than ridiculous, they were somewhat proven right as once the hands reached the blob of Derek, they began kneading and rolling him as if he were a piece of doe, and you don’t have to have me tell you that the feeling was rather exquisite. Why, the feeling was so nice he didn’t even notice when the hands started to form him, pulling out legs, separating and shaping a head and even adding a tale, but with the constant strokes and pets, he didn’t really care. I mean, this one felt so nice, no way it could be bad, maybe just a fun gift as a reward for going through this process.

After creating and brushing lovely blowing hair, pulling out a cute mussel and pair of ears and finishing with a lovely shaping of some large hooves, the hands finally placed Derek down, as the conveyor started out, taking him to be presented. But, as Derek came out of the joyous trance and recognised what the machine had turned him into this time, he actually wasn't mad, and even a bit happy. Looking at himself, he saw that the machine had turned him into the cutest little My Little Pony Toy, a little doll, something adorable that would bring joy to all who saw. Derek thought for a moment, “I mean, I am pretty much beaten, and well if this is my fate, then so be it, you know I think this is a go-”

“My my my” went the Toy Maker “goodness me, you really are adorable, so cute I could eat you up, but I will say, something is missing”
*Bonk*, a noise came from behind, snapping Derek out of it, what would it be, what could be missing from this scene. Perhaps it was a stable, maybe a wardrobe full of clothes, but as the conveyor turned him to look at what had been placed, his heart dropped, well not even dropped, it fully slammed into the floor at 300M/H.

For you see, what stood towering before Derek, what shadowed over this cute little Pony Toy, was the worst thing he could have ever been paired with. Derek’s stomach filled with fear, his mouth filled with sick, why, he would throw up if he still could, he would cry if his eyes still allowed it, he would run if his legs could still move. For you see, what stood before Derek was a jar, a large glass jar.

“MWA HA HA HA HA” Went the intercom “PERFECT, this is it, this is the form, this shall be your fate for now and ever more”. Derek couldn’t believe it, no, he didn’t want to believe it. How could something so horrible, so disgusting, so abhorrent happen to him, what did he ever do, why did he deserve such a fate. Why couldn't it be anything else, literally anything else, he would have taken being a fully motorised dildo, a fully automatic machine gun, anything, literally anything would have been better than the future that stood in front of him.

But, it seemed the gods heard Derek's prayers, they heard his pleads, as the sudden restarting of the conveyor, taking him back into the machine, and the cursing of the Toy Maker over the speakers cemented the fact. This old piece of junk machine was malfunctioning, stupid thing was sending him back in, hazzah, he may come out being a wet sock, but anything is better than this. As the doors closed for the last time, Derek smiled with joy hearing the frantic shouts of the Toy Maker be cut off by the metal. Although, even though his wishes were answered, Derek was about to find that perhaps he should have kept his mouth shut.

As the machine sparked and shook, it was clear that whatever it was going to turn Derek into this time, was going to be the last. He felt glad as a press flattened him, with several guttering arms rolling him into a lovely tube, placing him in a mould to compress and cement the rolling pin shape. He was happy as a secondary press and mould rounded the bottom out and fattened it into a circle. He smiled as a metal sphere was used to mould and round out his base to create a suction cup able to create pressure on an- … wait what.

“Oh god, Oh No, WHAT THE HELL”  shot through Derek’s mind as the reality hit, this machine had turned him into a plunger, a damn plunger, “No no no no no no, ok im sorry, I'm really sorry, please, ill take the jar, sure, I'm sure he will be kind to mmmppphhh” but sadly his pleads where cut short as a dildo like tupe was shoved down his throat, pushing and pushing until a spinning started, allowing  it to drill itself right through his whole body, hollowing him out and popping out his base. As it reseeded back out his mouth it excreted a latex substance that hardened, allowing his new hollow tube like body to hold its shape.

As it left him, so did everything else before *BANG* one of the panels on the ceiling shot off, followed by a heavy flow of some sort of horrid oil. Filling up the chamber, the pressure built and built until finally the doors gave way, with the oil flowing out, carrying Derek with it. As he fell to the ground, washing up at the Toy Makers feet, he couldn’t barely focus, so dilly, so hard.

“God damn it” the Toy Maker said, picking up the strange device, giving it an inspection “What the hell is this? It’s as if this damn machine, its mess of a breakdown has combined a plunger with some sort of onehole, god, what a strange thing for you to become Ha ha” His chuckles cutting like knives threw Derek's heart. “Well not to worry, I am sure I can fix this machine up, and get you back to a more suitable form. But first, let's get this strange oily stuff off yo-”
He paused, somehow causing even more fear in Derek than the laughing, why did he stop, what was wrong, why did he stop?

“Oh god damn it” he continued “This oil, this damn oil, it’s Argonalt Oil, oh god damn it. This damn substance reacts with the chemicals I used to stop you controlling your powers, getting rid of your powers completely”
“Wait, WHAT” Derek Screamed “I’M STUCK LIKE THIS!!!”
“Well damn, I was saving that till I got you a good form” The Toy Maker continued “Oh well, there is no chance of changing you now, guess you are stuck like this”

“Although, since an interestingly shaped Onehole, I mean the suction cup aspect is fascination, I wonder how it would word. And, I mean, since your stuck like this now, we can’t have you go to waste now can we” He said, with a grin forming on his face “Well, let’s head back to my place and start this new partnership, I do hope this is the change you had in mind Ha ha ha”

Derek may have lost powers of squeeze, but gained powers to please

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