The rubber coating on Ryan's body liquified, and flowed like some sort of alien slime or blob at Jason. He was soon completely coated in black rubber, except for the cloth jockstrap around his waist. Ryan was the jockstrap. Snake was sure if he could cum, he'd be free of the rubber. He couldn't speak, he could barely hear and see. He sensed someone enter the room. He moved toward the shadowy male shape, and slammed him against the wall, and ground his pouch against the guy's crotch. He couldn't understand why his cock hurt so, but wouldn't pop a boner. The guy he was molesting, did cum. Ryan started to grow around the rubber drone's waist. His hands separated, and he collapsed naked on the floor in front of Snake.
Ryan looked up and laughed. There was no way Snake was ever going to cum. The rubber had coated Snake's long flaccid cock pointing downward and shoved it between his balls and thighs. It was sealed under a heavy rubber mound. The outline of what was trapped was barely visible.
Ryan stood up, and shouted into Snake's head, "Grab your ankles, Drone!"
Snake made a fist, but suddenly felt compelled to obey. He unclenched his hands, and grabbed his ankles. He felt his butt cheeks spread. He wanted to stand, to turn away, but he couldn't he had to obey. He had to take it. Ryan plunged his cock deep into Snake. And Snake felt the hollowness grow within him. He was shrinking , reshaping into a rubber jockstrap. He was hoping that the rubber would flow off him the way it had flowed off Ryan, but it didn't.