Jim finished his bath, and left Chad floating in the tub, as the water and suds drained out of it. Chad was exhausted. He spun around as the last of the water went down the drain, and he lost consciousness. It was dark when Chad woke up. He was naked in Jim's still damp tub. He stood up, he wasn't a rubber duck. Had that been a dream? Or real? It felt so real. He reached for his cock, but resisted touching it. Maybe he couldn't, it belonged to Jim now, came the thought unbidden to his mind. Belonged to Jim? Had someone slipped him a hallucinogen? He stood up. The light was so dim. He stood in the tub. He needed to find Jim, maybe he could explain.
Chad's bare foot stepped on to the tile floor.
SQUEAK!
Huh?
Chad froze. He was still rubber? He squeaked? He ran his hands over his back and chest. No zipper.
Squeak, squeak, squeak. He ran over to the light switch and turned it on.
He blinked. He stared at his image in the mirror. He was naked, he looked like his old self, but not quite right. He wasn't yellow anymore, but his skin looked synthetic. He was like a big rubber doll. A big rubber sex doll, he thought, Jim's sex toy. He didn't want anyone to see him like this. He needed to get dressed. He needed to get help. He looked down at his erect rubber cock and balls. Did this really get him excited, or was it just permanently inflated?
He exited the bathroom, and entered Jim's bedroom.
Jim was no where to be found. He was in fact sure that Chad wouldn't regain consciousness until Sunday. In this he was mistaken. Jim was at Bruno's party asking where Chad was. He was building an alibi, as he had no intention of Chad ever returning to his former life. Chad found some clean sweat pants and put them on, but his erection still tented them. Loathe as he was to wear someone else's underwear, he decided to look for one of Jim's jockstraps, preferably with a cup. He rummaged around, and found one in a drawer with a set of huge dildos. He pulled on the athletic supporter, but his erection was too big. He forced himself to bend his cock, he had to fold it twice to fit it inside the pouch. An awful wheezing noise emanated from the air valve that now capped his penis tip. No piss slit. He realized he wasn't breathing. He tried to speak, but nothing came out of his mouth. He reached his hand down his throat, but he could only reach so far. He looked at the dildos. Were they clean? Did it matter? He grabbed the biggest one and shoved it down his throat until hit could go no farther. His throat ended in something solid at 12 inches. He pulled the dildo out and sat on it. The 18 inch dildo stopped with six inches sticking out. Chad suddenly felt his bent cock throbbing as hot rubber liquid exploded out of the air valve.
Chad stood, and pulled away his jockstrap to reveal white latex like a burst bubble gum bubble. He rolled it up into a marble sized ball at the tip of his unbent erect cock. He relaxed and sat back down on the dildo. His cock started pumping. The marble at the end of his cock grew to the size of a golf ball, then a baseball. As long as the dildo was pressing hard against his mass, his cock continued to throb and pump liquid into the now baseball sized ball at the end of his cock. Finally, the ball was the size of a water polo or volley ball, and Chad's rubber butt cheeks were resting on either side of the dildo base. He must be filled with liquid latex. He displaced enough out of his cock to take an 18 inch dildo up his ass. He twisted the ball off of his cock, it was like a giant water balloon, He folded up his cock into the jockstrap cup, pulled on the sweat pants, found a hoodie and some flipflops (Jim's shoes were too small for Chad, and he figured if he wadded up his rubber feet to fit, he would blow more cum). Then Chad decided to leave a surprise for Jim. He slipped out the bedroom door, and carefullyput the ball in place at the top of the partially open door. It was a variation on the bucket of water over the door. Then he went downstairs. Damn, it got dark so early, it wasn't even 7:30, and he had told Rick and Bruno that he'd see them at the party about now.
As jim's front door shut and locked behind Chad, the rubber boy realized he couldn't speak, and he didn't know where to turn. His parents were out of town for the weekend. Maybe he could text them? They'd think it was a prank? The hospital? They might dissect him? He could go home? Maybe Google the answer? He needed to avoid Jim, until he could force Jim to turn him back. He slammed his fist into the palm of his other hand. He squeaked. No way he could force anybody to do anything this way. He needed help, but who could he trust?