You have been retrieved from the pickup truck bed, and are in some sort of metal container. The walls are smooth, curved and tall. It's starting to get warm, you start to sweat. You think man is it hot. Then you do a double take. You're made of rubber now you cannot sweat. Oh, good heavens, you think, I'm melting.
A face appears over the opening of the pot to check on you. It smiles and says, "Double, double, toil and trouble, hehehe, look at that purple rubber boil."
Bubbles start to rise through you and pop. You're boiling mad and terrified to boot. They make purple rubber boots, don't they? You shiver at the thought, or perhaps it's just the effect of the hot temperature agitating your molecules that is making your boiling surface vibrate.
You are totally liquified. It's an odd feeling, you can no longer tell your head from your ass, which is what your exgirlfriend told you had been your problem all along. You'd snicker if you could.
You are poured into a molding device, pressurized air blasts evenly applying through the cold metal form. You cool inside the device. There is a hiss as the pneumatic pressure is released, and you pop off the mold. You feel vaguely human: two arms, to legs, a torso, but something isn't right, you're incomplete somehow.
"Still warm," says the man picking you up, and he walks over to a mirror and holds you up in front of himself. "Nice, I can't wait to try it on."
You stare in disbelief, at first you think wet suit, but then you realize how thin you are, and groan inwardly you're a purple rubber leotard. Then you look at the big overweight man holding you, and inwardly cringe, that guy is planning to get inside you? Ouch!