The three boys sat for a moment, deciding what to do once the guy woke up. "You hink he'th gonna be pithed?" Leon asked, lisping a little through his buckteeth.
"Guess it depends on whether or not this is really...all that...bad..." Jung was rubbing his squeaky rubber fingers up and down his chest and abs. "I mean, it's not like we've found a downside yet or anything."
"Aaah!" the man in green cried, waking with a start. He sat up right away, and looked around, blinking. He squeaked as he turned, and looked down at himself, at his hands, and felt himself up under his shirt. "I'm all..." he looked up at the boys. "You put one of those rubbers on me, didn't ya?" he asked.
"Yeah, we did," you say to him, squatting down on your haunches. Your rubbery cock is still hard, sticking straight forward, and you can feel your balls hanging down, sometimes swishing against the deck. "Figured we'd put you in the same boat as us, so to speak."
Now that you have a better look at him, you can see that the workman isn't all that older than you are. He's big and thick, muscular even before the rubber coated his body, probably from all the work he had to do on the ship.
"Hey, my teef are hrinking!" Leon announced, feeling his teeth recede into his gums a bit.
"Your tail, too," Jung noted, looking at his ass. "Looks like taking the collar off worked."
"Yeah, once you get the collar off, the donkey charm loses power," the workman grunted. "You'll be fine in a few minutes."
"What about us?" Jung asked. "Does this one wear off?"
"Well," the workman answered, "The rubber charm..."