"Now, Dustin, don't cry!" admonished Ty wiping the cum dripping from Dustin's rubber eyes down his black rubber cheeks. "You'll empty yourself out and be nothing but an empty rubber suit."
"What?"
"I changed you, Dustin, you're one giant cum bag. There's nothing inside that rubber muscle suit except my cum now. So you don't want to cry or leak any more cum than you have to, Dustin. Hm, I can't keep filling you like this every day, and mother did always say I should share my toys."
"Huh?"
"You're my sex toy, Dustin. Understand?"
Dustin blinked and nodded slowly. He understood, as much as he didn't want to believe it, he knew it was true.
"Now here's a paper and pencil, Dustin. Try not to puncture yourself with the pencil, while you make a list of guys who might like to use you."
"List guys who would want to use me? Besides you?"
"Come on you're a bully aren't you? Or least ways you were until now. So there must be lots of guys you annoyed. Think about yesterday, what did you do? Start at the end of the day and go backwards, we'll do this until you fill this page with guys' names."
"Well, before I came home and went to bed? Um, Truman and I went to Mickey D's-"
"Okay, write down Truman's name."
"But Truman's my bud. I never bul-"
"Bull, you bully everybody. Besides, tell me the truth, if I turned Truman into a rubber cum slave instead of you, would you fuck him?"
"But Truman's my bud?"
"But if everyone else was fucking the rubber slave?"
"Well, yeah, I guess?" Dustin admitted.
"Fine. Write down, Truman's name."
"Yes, sir."
"Good boy," said Ty patting the top of Dustin's rubber hood. It squashed in under the pressure and made a gurgling sound, kind of like a water cooler, as air bubbled up. "Now what did you and Truman do, and to whom did you do it?"
"Well, the Truman and I went to the Mickey D's near the school. Myron is the night manager, and we - oh, crap. Myron?"
"Myron."
Dustin wrote down Myron's name under Truman's. He counted the lines on the page. Damn, Ty had made sure it was college rule instead of wide.
Recounting the rest of his day backwards, Dustin filled the front of the sheet with guys' names by the time he had recounted his day through 12:30 pm.
"Done."
"Come on you named six guys you annoyed at lunch, and you only wrote 3 down."
"You said to stop when I filled the sheet," Dustin protested.
"I did," said Ty who couldn't believe how many guys Dustin had managed to cross in only half a day. He pursed his lips, and answered with a sly smile, "That sheet has two sides, doesn't it?"
Dustin sighed, and flipped the page over. He wrote down, "Dylan, William and Tony." Then he looked up.
"Continue."
"Okay, well, before lunch- wait. When I was in the lunch line, I cut ahead of Jason Farnsworth, and Kyle Dutch. Oh, and I stole Troy Richland's milk."
"You stole a kid's milk?"
"The school only lets us buy two cartons, because they say otherwise we get fat. And I didn't take both of Troy's milks. Just the one," Dustin said defending himself, but he added, "Truman took the other one."
"Write 'em down."
"Already did, and Vinnie Cost's name too."
"What did you do to Vinnie? I put itching powder in his jockstrap, but he must be immune or something, because he was wearing a jockstrap when coach did his jock check. Hm, did you do something to Ryan Standish?"
"Who?"
"Who? He's a senior. Varsity football quarterback? He disappeared yesterday."
"Not me. Maybe I'm not the only one with powers."
Dustin rolled his eyes, and resumed writing, and speaking as he wrote: "Chad Masterson, gave him some Ex-lax laced brownies from a "secret admirer." I know he's got one, cause there was a package in his locker from his "Secret Admirer." " Ty looked hard at Dustin. Dustin understood and answered, "No, sir, I didn't take it. I don't even know if Chad ate the brownies."
"You baked brownies with Ex-lax in them?"
"Nah, a girl I know did. I paid her. And before you ask, Chad wasn't the only guy to get a plateful. Principal Rutgers, Vice Principal Taft, Coach Marks, and Rick Taylor, and Bruno Marsh all got them. I was going to give you the last plate, but Truman found them in my backpack and scarfed them down. Oh, I guess he does deserve to be on the list."
In about ten minutes, Dustin had filled two-sides of a college ruled notebook sheet with names of guys who he had crossed, and all of them had earned a place there less than 24 hours earlier.
"Now, Dustin, I can't have you going out like that! Hands and head!" Ty said clapping his hands. Instantly, Dustin's head and hands appeared normal. It was like he was wearing a very tight rubber suit instead of being one.
"Thank you, Ty! You changed me back!"
"Do you feel any different?"
"Well no?"
"Because I didn't change you back. You're still a cum filled rubber suit. I just made it so you can pass for human with clothes on. Now since you're a thing now, you shouldn't need any sleep. So I want you to visit every name on the list and let them have their ways with you. You need to have them sign next to their name to verify that they used you. Now this is a timed event, Dustin. The sooner you return with this list proving that you satisfied all these guys, the better. If you take too long, or don't come back with all their signatures, I will have to punish you. Now go!"
Dustin ran. He stopped in his room to throw on a sweat shirt and sweatpants, but they were too small for him now and hugged his body.