Baxter lays on the table, covered in the strange cream and starts to feels strange all over in a way he can't quite describe. He feels very relaxed, but also very aware at the same time, like his senses have been heightened. Definitely his sense of touch.
The massage is over, but no one told him to leave the table. Baxter waits patiently for Sherri to return in her hazmat suit or what ever that was. Probably just not to interfere with what ever this cream was supposed to do, he guessed. No way it would be dangerous, would it?
Speaking of the cream, there seemed to be less of it now than before. Was it evaporating or maybe... being absorbed into his pores? It gave his whole body a glossy sheen. Even though it worried Baxter a bit, he found himself really relaxed, physically if not mentally.
There was something else that was off about his situation, but he couldn't put his finger on it right away. Then it hit him. He wasn't breathing! He'd stopped breathing several minutes ago and hadn't noticed it! He made himself take a breath and found he could still do it, but it was just like he didn't need it. In fact, he had to focus on breathing to even do it. Baxter was definitely worried now, though nothing seemed to be harming him.
The door opened again after all the cream had melted, leaving only a glossy feel to Baxter's oddly smooth and sensitive skin. Sherri returned, no longer bothering with the protective suit, and examined Baxter with approval. It was a bit embarrassing to be seen naked, especially now when there was nothing between them.
“How do you feel?” Sherri asked.
“I'm not sure,” Baxter said honestly. “Very relaxed, but worried. I'm not breathing. Or at least, I don't have to breath.”
“Good, good,” Sherri said unconcerned as she ran a hand over Baxter's bare thighs. Baxter shivered from the stimulation. “Completely smooth. Rubbery texture. Checking elasticity.” He took a hold of Baxter's dick without warning and pulled. Baxter yelped as she pulled and stretched it out far longer than should be possible.
“Ah! What are you doing!?”
“Excellent elasticity. Best result yet. Now checking for retention.” She let go of the now rubber band like penis and it snapped back with a painful whack to it's original shape. Baxter gasped. He was rubber! She'd turned his whole body into living rubber!
“No signs of deformation. Now for compression and malleability,” Sherri said, pushing a button on the side of the table. Without warning a huge roller came down from the sailing. Baxter didn't have time to get out of the way. It landed right on his stomach, squishing his belly completely flat. Paper thin in an instant. Baxter felt it squeeze him impossibly flat, and though it felt uncomfortable it didn't hurt at all.
The roller began to move up towards his head, flattening his chest and arms and then even his face and head. Where it rolled off, his body popped back into its original shape as if nothing had happened.
The roller continued back down all the way to his feet and then back again before lifting back up over the table a few feet. It had felt really strange over his cock and balls. Like his body knew that having that part of him crushed should really hurt and making him panic, even though it only felt really restrictive and not actually painful.
Next a large metal plate came down on top of Baxter, stomping him into the table. There was a heart shaped indentation on the underside, like a cake form or mold. Baxter found himself conforming to the shape of the tight container. It lifted, leaving his flattened body flat for half a second besides the part of him that had been molded into a heart shape. Then he popped back into his original shape.
“So far so good,” Sherri said satisfied. “Now for the contrition and flexibility test.”
“Hold on!” Baxter protested, trying to get off the table, but Sherri grabbed hold of him and easily overpowered him. It was as if Baxter had gotten far weaker than the average human. Without a word, she twisted his arm around in an impossible angle then pulled Baxter back into an impossible backwards arch. No, it was more like she was folding him like a piece of paper. Again, it felt like he was being contorted, very strange and uncomfortable, but still not exactly painful. She twisted him around like a twirler and tied his arms around one another in knots like some balloon animal and played with him for several minutes. He was helpless to resist.
She finally let him go and untied his knotted body parts. Baxter sprawled exhausted onto the table. He would have been panting from the experience, but he still didn't seem to need to breath. He had to get out of here and find a cure! What else were they going to do with him!?