Sharon and Richard go into one booth together giggling. The booth smells of rubber. There is a loud clack as the salesman locks them in.
"Hey, this isn't going to hurt?" Sharon asked nervously from inside the dark booth.
Richard goosed her in the dark.
"Won't hurt me a bit," answered the salesman as he pulled a switch and the lights came on in the booth, and a fine mist of latex began to coat their bodies.
"Hey, you should have warned us. I got some in my eyes!" shouted Richard.
"Won't make a difference," the salesman said amicably.
The mist intensified. Now the rubbery stuff sprayed heavily on them from every direction.
Richard tried to call out, but the rubber was sealing his mouth shut. "Shrun!" he managed to shout through his rubbery gag.
Unintelligible murmurs ensued. Then silence.
The machine hummed and rattled a bit more.
"What am I supposed to do?" asked boy John.
"While, we're waiting I suppose you could suck my cock," the salesman suggested.
Vandal was John's master, but he was a total slave boy now, so he obeyed.
"Ooh, I'm not sure what the store has planned for you, but I hope it keeps you around here for a while. First, job benefit in years."
The machine pinged loudly, and then there was the sound of something heavy dropping down a chute. He pulled away from the boy, and walked over to the bin behind the machine to see what had become of the happy couple. He reached in and pulled out a shiny large package.
"Oooh, let's see what's become of them - I mean, what have they become?"