"Oh about Robin, the Boy Wonder?" the caretaker said as he showed Mitchel the picture of the boy hero he would become. Grinning, he walked over to Mitchel and began sculpting. First he used a hot plate and pressed it against Mitchel's wax member. If he could produce sound, he'd be screaming his head off. Instead, Mitchel could only silently agonize over the heat on his cock and balls as they softened and melted into the caretaker's hands, allowing him to make a smooth, flat surface. Standing back, he looked at the life size Ken doll.
Then he went up to Mitchel's abdomenal muscles and sculpted six pack abs before moving to the pecs, making them large and sculpted. He sculpted and worked over the teenager, making him muscular and a little younger. He smoothed his face, making him look the appropriate age of a Boy Wonder. Finally, he worked on the boy's wax hair, making it sleek and pulled back.
During this time, Mitchel felt as if someone was messaging his body with smooth, careful hands, while running the side of a knife against his bare skin. It wasn't the feeling like someone was cutting into him. In fact whenever the caretaker did cut into him, it felt soft like someone poking him. An the messaging was so arousing. If he was still flesh and blood, he was sure he'd be cumming his pants.
When the caretaker was done, a muscular 16 year old stood in place of the 18 year old. He wasn't done yet. Mitchel still was wax white. So, using spray paint, the caretaker gave him a neat tan. Then he looked over Mitchel once before bringing some metalic paint.
"This is a special paint that when dries, becomes a special rubber. After this, there is no going back. No even the special formula can turn you back to flesh."
Mitchel's head went wild! There was a way to turn him back to normal? Oh please, please let someone come and save him. the caretaker approached.