Second Skin
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shadowhiveSecond Skin
Pairing: Paul Bartomé (Cameron Liddell/Danny Worsnop/James Cassells/Paul Bartomé/Sam Bettley)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: rubber, corruption, mind break, body horror (kinda? I guess all of these are)
Notes: So after the last rubber suit fic I considered it to be the last (or at least the last for now) intending to get back to a Maxx fic id started months ago. And then someone gave me this thought and the words just came out.
So here is yet another rubber suit fic! And it maybe be the last but it also might not? I guess we’ll see! (I also need to sort a Paul icon oop)
Paul pulled up outside of Danny’s house, just about able to fit in the driveway which already had the cars of three of his bandmates. He recognised James, Cameron’s and Sam’s cars as he turned off the ignition.
Just over an hour ago he’d been on a call with Sam, making plans to head to a bar that night to hang out, when the other man had got a message about a band meeting and hung up.
For a few minutes Paul looked at his own phone, to see if he’d get a message about it as well. When one didn’t appear he wasn’t sure what to make of it. Sure he was only a touring member of Asking right now, but he had hoped they’d got close enough that they would keep him in the loop about band stuff.
Unless it was about him.
As soon as that thought entered his head it wouldn’t go away and so he resolved to go and find the rest of the band to find out what was going on. With Sam leaving to go to the meeting that meant his place was out, so that left James, Cameron and Danny.
James’ place had been nearest and it was clear no one was home when he got there. No cars were in the drive and it seemed he’d been in a hurry because his front door was open. Paul had got out of his car door to close it, then went to the next nearest place, which was Danny’s.
Lo and behold everyone was there.
He considered for a moment before getting out if he should go in and intrude. He had wondered if band meeting might have been code for something, especially now they were at Danny’s house. Was it actually an intervention about his recent acting up, which he knew had got on Cameron’s nerves at least. Maybe it was and if so maybe he could help cool things down, after all he was still an ‘outsider’ compared to the others.
He unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of his car, making his way to the door. He noted that James’ car wasn’t properly on the drive away, some of it in one of Danny’s bushes, but that only made him more convinced that he’d rushed here to do something about Danny.
When he got to the front door he pressed the door bell, then waited, tapping his foot nervously as he did. When no one came right away, he rang the bell again and this time the door opened soon after. He blinked at the sight before him, because not in his wildest imaginings he expected to see what he did.
There was a man standing before him covered head to toe in shiny, black rubber. With his large round belly it was clear that this was Danny.
He looked him up and down, his mouth agape. He knew that he was kinky and proud of it, but he’d never had any indication that he was into rubber, certainly not to this extent. Then again how much do you really know about anyone?
“Danny? Sam said there was a band meeting so…”
Danny grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, closing the door behind them. Paul would have guessed it was so he wouldn’t be seen by anyone dressed like this, but then it was Danny and he wasn’t sure he possessed such shame. He kept that grip on his arm, which was surprisingly tight and strong and pulled him into the house. “Ok, ok I’m coming not so rough.”
Danny didn’t let go, but maybe the rubber was so thick he couldn’t hear. He let himself be pulled, guessing he was being led to the rest of the band so he could get some sort of explanation.
He pulled him upstairs, which caught him off guard slightly. He knew he had a makeshift practice room downstairs, which was where he’d have expected to be taken, so why up instead?
Paul couldn’t help but also not how quiet it was. Usually when the guys got together they were talking or playing music or… something. Now? All he could hear was their movement.
Danny pulled him through an open door once they were upstairs and again, he was surprised at the sight that was in front of him.
There were three other men them, dressed in identical rubber, facing away from him and standing in front of a full length mirror. Were they Cameron, James and Sam?
Maybe he was right, that a band meeting was code for something, he just got what the code meant way wrong.
“Oh. Listen man I’m sorry I didn’t mean to intrude on whatever this is.” He gestured at them, really having no idea what was going on here. Maybe this was some weird band bonding ritual that he wasn’t part of, or just some kinky shit that they got up to that he wasn’t aware of. “I’ll just go and leave you to it.”
The three of them turned from the mirror in unison and it was almost unnerving. The three of them were wearing identical suits, which made them featureless and the only difference between them were the body types. They approached him together and he wasn’t sure why but it felt vaguely threatening.
The middle one reached put for him, touching his bare arm and he felt a wetness on his skin. Immediately he jerked his arm back, then turned and ran out of the room, shoving Danny out of the way on his way.
He ran down the stairs, through the living room then out the front door, slamming it behind him as he got into his car. He gasped taking a few breaths to steady his breathing, then turned on the ignition, starting to drive away.
He had a feeling he’d have to apologise to the guys in the future, both for intruding and doing a runner like this. He actually felt embarrassed as he drove away for reacting like he did. It wasn’t as if any of them didn’t anything to him and he didn’t even give them chance to explain themselves.
Paul considered turning back, but decided it was best to just head back home instead and send an apology when he got there.
***
When he pulled into the driveway he looked down at his arm, where the man had touched him. There was a smear of something on his arm and it looked like black rubber. Paul wasn’t an expert on rubber, but he was pretty sure that suits shouldn’t leave marks like that. Maybe it was cheaper than it had looked.
He bought his other hand to it, trying to wipe it away but it wasn’t coming off. He guessed it must dried on the trip, so he’d have to find some way of getting it off. He sighed and got out of the car, heading inside.
***
After sending a quick apology text to Danny he tried to wash the rubber stain off. He was sure that it looked a little bigger than when he first saw it, but guessed it was just because he was seeing it in good lighting.
Just washing it didn’t do anything and scratching at it did nothing either. He tried to find some way of he getting his nails under it, but the water and soap meant his arm was just too slick. He felt at a loss as to what to do about it so instead just dried himself off and decided to try again later.
He spent the rest of the night watching tv with a beer, keeping an eye on his phone just in case he got any message from the guys.
By the end of the night nothing had come from any of them and he couldn’t help but feel bad about that. Obviously he’d interrupted some private band thing, maybe something the guys had been doing for years and now he’d intruded on it. That’s what he got for being nosey.
He sent another apology to Danny, hoping it didn’t come off as desperate and then he headed up to bed for the night.
Usually he’d jerk off before sleeping, but the shame was just too strong so instead he just climbed into bed to attempt to go to sleep.
He glanced at his arm again as he turned off the light, sure that it looked like there was more there than before, but he figured it was just a trick of the light.
***
Paul was back at Danny’s house, back in that room. The four rubber men were surrounding him and he knew that they were definitely the four members of his band. He was on his knees in front of them, not a position that he was particularly familiar with, but now it felt right.
They all had their dicks sticking out from their crotches, all of them rock hard and aching. Their hands, covered in rubber, were stroking themselves.
He looked between them, finding himself wanting them to cum on his naked body. The urge was partly because he wanted it, but also because that he thought this was some kind of initiation, that once he had their loads on him he’d be a full member of Asking.
Other than Danny he wasn’t sure who was who, the rubber covering their body making them anonymous, which made him think that was the point.
Cum from one of them hit the side of his face and when he turned towards it he felt some more on his cheek, then on the back of his neck. He moaned dragging his fingers through their load licking the pearly fluid from them as he felt the last one cum grip his hair, pulling his face towards his large cock, only for it to cum hard over his face.
***
Paul gasped as he awoke, panting heavily as he fully woke. He was in his own bed, covered in a sheen of sweat from his dream and he reached between his legs finding that he was hard.
This wasn’t the first time he’d had a sex dream involving his bandmates, after all you couldn’t be in a band with Danny and Cameron without thinking about some of the encounters he’d accidentally walked in on or listened to. Plus he had a few nights with James on tour.
This was the first time he’d had one with all of them, even though they were faceless in that rubber. His dick throbbed against the sheets and he wrapped his fingers around himself, starting to stroke.
Paul considered himself a top and he loved having men under him, pined down under his strong arms. That didn’t mean he’d not thought of being a bottom though, he had a few times thinking of Cameron, but they were just that, thoughts.
Now he was stroking himself replaying the dream in his mind as he did so.
He pictured himself covered in the loads of his bandmates, his fingers running through the cum, during ing them to his lips to lick as much of it as he could from them moaning at the taste,
They moved away, and he could tell they were watching him, so he stroked himself like he was doing, doing his best to put on a show for them.
He came hard before he could think any more on the scenario, his load painting his belly and he painted heavily as he recovered. “Fuck…” he was a bit annoyed he’d came so fast, but also not surprised as the dream was intense.
He dragged his fingers through his cum, bringing it to his lips and tasting it, moaning at the salty taste.
It was then he noticed his arm and black stain on it, only it wasn’t a simple patch on his skin anymore. He withdrew his fingers from his face, moving his arm to get a better look.
There was no doubt that it was bigger, instead of being a simple stain it now surrounded his arm like a leather cuff. He reached to touch it and it felt strange. It did feel like solid rubber, but also it felt a little tacky, which felt odd.
Paul wondered if this was normal and he wasn’t sure. Maybe it wasn’t as solid as it had looked last night and while he’d slept he’d rolled over of something, so the smear spread over his skin.
Even as he thought it that felt wrong to him.
He reached for his phone, which he’d left on the bedside table and there was still no message from Danny. He took a pic of the rubber on his arm, then sent it through to him.
‘Hey, my arm is like this after one of you touched it, is this normal? How do I get it off?’
He hovered his finger over the send button for a few seconds, then tapped it, sending it to the singer.
It was 6am though so he didn’t expect a response, instead setting it down and resting his head against the pillow, trying to catch his breath.
***
He tried again to wash the rubber off himself, but again it didn’t work so he just gave up. He did intend to look it up to see if there was a way of removing it, but every time he opened a tab it was like the thought went away only to return when he was nowhere near his phone.
Paul spent the day doing his usual routine, working out, having lunch, going for a run and then relaxing.
Every so often he would check for new message, but there was none from Asking. Over the course of the day he sent additional apologies to each of his bandmates, starting with Sam, then James and Cameron.
He also considered calling Ben up, since he had been in the band before him and might be able to give him insight on what he’d walked in on. He decided against it though, both because he didn’t know Be. As well as the others and because he might not want to even talk about it to him anyway.
He looked back at his arm, where the black thing on it had gotten bigger, like it was spreading out. It now covered most of his forearm, concealing his tattoos, and he was at a loss as to what he should do about it.
He ran his fingers over it and he couldn’t help but admire how good it felt, as wrong as it was.
***
He was in that room in Danny’s again, the loads of his bandmates drying on his skin, as well as his own on his belly. Two of them, who he guessed were James and Cameron, helped him up to his feet, guiding him towards the bed.
There, lying on the sheets was a rubber suit which was just as black and shiny as the ones they wore. Next to it was a hood to go along with it and they didn’t need to say anything for him to know what it was.
This is made me you.
***
Another night, and Paul woke to another erection to the thought of his bandmates in rubber. Shit, seeing that had really done a number on him. He felt like he was a horny teenager again with these intense sex dreams.
He didn’t even think about it, he wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock, starting to stroke it. Like the previous morning he replayed the dream in his head, then went further. He pictured himself stepping on the suit, pulling the tight rubber up his body until he was like them, his body black and shiny.
In his mind one of them, he thought it was Cameron, pulled the hood on over his head, so that he looked exactly like them.
When he saw his reflection in the mirror in his mind he came hard, his body trembling under the blanket. He dragged his fingers through his load, bringing it to his lips and licking them clean, panting heavily. It was still dark, so he he pulled the covers back over himself, trying to settle back to sleep.
***
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
He was down on his hands and knees, completely naked. Behind him someone was fucking into him and he didn’t need to look back to know it was one of his bandmates dressed in rubber. Another was standing in front of him, his cock sticking out from the crotch of the rubber suit and he had a hand in his hair, holding tight as he thrust into his mouth.
He spluttered slight around it but did his best to please him, licking and sucking on the large cock.it felt so good to be filled like this, to please his band and he did his best to get the pair of them off.
Thrust.
Thrust.
The only sound was rubber slapping against skin and his choked moans as he drilled around the cock in his mouth. The fact that they were silent didn’t deterred him and he squeezed his lips and hole around them, wanting to feel them cum inside him.
***
He gasped as he awoke, this time to daylight, and he painted softly, wiping the sweat that had formed on his brow. “Fuck…” What was wrong with him? He thought as he caught his breath, but such thoughts left his mind when he noticed his arm in the morning light.
The rubber on his arm had spread even more. Now it completely covered his forearm, over his elbow and was now starting to cover his upper arm. But what most caught his attention was that it now completely covered his hand as well.
He flexed his fingers, rotating his wrist to examine it, admiring it in the light. He had to admit that the rubber did look good, even though it was also so… wrong.
Like he could understand a smear from a touch, but how had it become this? There was no way that this was normal. And yet… it looked so good.
He glanced at the lube that he kept on the bedside table and grabbed it with his other hand, popping the top and squirting some onto his rubber fingers. He’d look into getting rid of this later, for now he may as well have some fun.
He shoved the blanket off himself, watching as he trailed his lube slick hand down to his aching erection. He wrapped his fingers around his dick, giving himself a few steady strokes. It felt strange, but a good kind of strange. The rubber felt nice against his dick and he found himself rocking up to meet his hand.
After a few strokes he released himself, moving his hand lower, over his thick thigh towards his ass. He’d fingered himself a few times, though not often, mostly because it was just easier to jerk off. Now though he thought that he may as well give it a try, especially to feel what it would be like with the rubber.
He pressed his fingers against his hole and he found that he could easily slide his middle and ring finger into himself, making him gasp. The lube definitely helped them slide into him and it felt so good to be filled like this. He started to move them, sliding them in and out, moaning softly at the feeling. It took just a few thrusts for the tips of his fingers to catch his spot, making him tremble on the bed. “Fuck…”
He bought his left hand to his dick, starting to stroke himself again. He wasn’t quite as good with this hand, but he needed the contact. His fingers kept up their movements, only this time they weren’t just moving in and out, they were spreading and twisting, stretching his hole open.
Paul wished that he had something other than his fingers to put inside his hole, then realised he could just add another to the first two. The three fingers moved inside him smoothly, sliding in just as easily as when it was just two, a moan escaping his lips.
Why had he not done this more? Being filled like this was amazing. He’d have to look into getting something to use on himself, a dildo or maybe a plug, maybe even both. He twisted his fingers, letting out a gasp as he thrust his hips into the air. He felt like he was close again already and he was glad he was alone else he might have been ashamed. As it was though he didn’t care, instead just enjoying the stretch from his fingers inside him and his hand working his dick.
Another groan and he came all over himself, panting heavily as he let go of his dick, admiring the pearly cum covering his belly.
He kept his fingers where they were for a few moments, catching his breath before finally easing them out of him. He wiped his lube slick fingers against his thick thigh, then blinked to clear his vision, to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.
Where his fingers touched his skin they’d left a black smear, which like the one that had been on his arm. He bought his hand up to get a better look at it, but instead of just raising it up he let it trail along his body, over his belly and chest. The fingertips left a similar smear the whole journey, leaving a set of black streaks along his skin. He lifted his hand up in front of his face so that he could get a better look at it, spreading his fingers as he examined it.
Paul expected his fingers to be shiny from sweat and the lube, so he thought that maybe those fluids had somehow mixed with the rubber or just become stained by it. Instead the fingers looked oddly… slimy, with the black rubber seeming to ooze from the fingers. “The fuck?” He wasn’t sure how the
At could possibly happen, but as he watched them they definitely got wetter, more of the substance glistening in the light.
He bought his fingers closer to his face.
There was a voice in his head asking him what he was doing, but he ignored it, parting his lips and slipping two of the fingers into his mouth. Immediately the taste of it filled his senses. It tasted like rubber, but also slightly salty as well and he wondered if he’d run his fingers through the load on his belly. He found himself licking at the fingers, moaning as more of the fluid seemed to spill down it, rolling down his throat.
The voice in his head was there again, telling him that he should grab the hand, pulling it from his mouth to stop himself swallowing it down. After all, he didn’t know what it was and it might not be safe. Just a small amount had already covered most of his arm, who knew what it would do to his insides.
The thought made him hesitate and he bought his free hand up, the fingers of it wrapping around his wrist. But as soon as his fingers wrapped gripped the rubber he struggled to think why he’d even done it.
The rubber felt tacky against his fingers and he let out a groan as more of the fluid slipped down his throat. Suddenly he watched as the hand holding his wrist started to turn black, the rubber from his arm spreading around it, covering his skin. He watched as it completed covered his hand, inching up his arm, covering the inked skin of his arm. That felt right somehow, that it now matched his other arm. Yes, it felt right for it to be blank, not just right, better.
His hand released his arm, dropping to his side and he was able to look down now at his chest. Instead of the series of streaks that had been there before they had all melded together into one and it was spreading. He watched, still sucking on his fingers as the black covered his chest, over his hairy skin and the rest of his tattoos.
His hand pulled back, the fingers sliding from his lips and he whimpered at the loss of them. They moved across his cheeks, his chin, his neck and he knew even though he couldn’t see that they were leaving behind the same black trail as they had elsewhere on his body.
He felt glad about that.
He looked down at himself again and was surprised to see that his chest and belly was now completely covered in the black rubber. Below that the rubber was creeping down his legs, his crotch and thighs already covered.
It felt right somehow that he couldn’t see his dick, that it was encased on rubber. He knew that he’d seen it for the last time and he was glad he wouldn’t be using that ridiculous thing ever again. He looked to his left arm, which was now completely covered to match his right.
Dimly he wondered how this had happened so quickly, since his right arm had taken so long to get covered, but he decided that it didn’t matter.
A groan left his lips. The rubber had already covered his ass and now he felt it filling his open hole, stretching and solidifying. It felt like how he imagined it would to be filled with a large plug and it felt amazing. He was glad that it meant that he’d be ready to go if anyone was to fuck him.
His right hand fell to his side just as the left did and he felt the rubber on his face spread out further. It covered his scruffy facial hair, his eyes and nose, ears and mouth.
That voice in his head told him that this was wrong, that he should get it off, but it was like it was far away, like it was from the end of a long corridor.
And then it was gone, silenced.
Paul was glad about that, it was so annoying.
Eventually the rubber covered his whole head, to match the rest of his body. He found himself parting his mouth to admit more rubber that solidified into a ball gag and he felt glad about that. It spread his lips open wide and he groaned about it, saliva dribbling past the rubber.
He stayed lying there for a few minutes, the rubber solidifying and tightening against his skin, sealing him away. That was alright though, he didn’t need to be seen, or identified, ever again.
Eventually he sat up and swung his legs off the edge of his bed, getting up and walking into the corner of the room. He had a mirror hanging on the wall there, which he had mostly used to admire himself after a workout. He knew that was something he’d not be doing again.
Now he admired his new look, the black shiny rubber that covered his body. He looked just like the men he’d seen a few days before, the rubber making him featureless and faceless. If he could have smiled he would have, because he looked so much better now.
He wasn’t sure how long he admired himself like that, his fingers tracing over the rubber, admiring how his thick thighs and muscular arms looked covered in it. It was definitely an improvement to how he had looked before.
The sun had started to set when he finally began to move again, heading down the stairs to his living room. He grabbed his keys from where he’d left them by the door and went back to his car, getting in and starting to drive.
He didn’t even think about where he was going, just driving on instinct.
He pulled up back outside Danny’s house, his car hitting the back of Sam’s but he knew that didn’t matter. He got out of his car, walking towards the door, pressing on the bell.
Almost immediately the door opened and he knew, even though they were just a rubber figure, that it was Cameron beneath it. Cameron stepped aside, allowing Paul to enter the house and he followed him inside, knowing exactly where he was going.
In the room where he’d been just a few days ago were three men covered in rubber just like he was. He knew now, though he didn’t know how, that they were James, Danny and Sam. They were all stood against the wall, their arms by their sides motionless and there was a space between Danny and Sam, a space for Cameron.
Next to Sam was another space, a space for him.
Cameron walked to the space against the wall, standing there motionless and he felt all of their eyes on him, though he couldn’t see them. He gave them a small nod of acknowledgement, then moved to stand next to Sam.
His hands hung either side of his body and he stood there, silent, content, featureless.
As he stood there next to his bandmates, in the room where he’d last seen them, he felt his thoughts fading away, like the past years of his life had been a dream.
He felt his lips twitch around the gag, feeling glad about that.
Pairing: Paul Bartomé (Cameron Liddell/Danny Worsnop/James Cassells/Paul Bartomé/Sam Bettley)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: rubber, corruption, mind break, body horror (kinda? I guess all of these are)
Notes: So after the last rubber suit fic I considered it to be the last (or at least the last for now) intending to get back to a Maxx fic id started months ago. And then someone gave me this thought and the words just came out.
So here is yet another rubber suit fic! And it maybe be the last but it also might not? I guess we’ll see! (I also need to sort a Paul icon oop)
Paul pulled up outside of Danny’s house, just about able to fit in the driveway which already had the cars of three of his bandmates. He recognised James, Cameron’s and Sam’s cars as he turned off the ignition.
Just over an hour ago he’d been on a call with Sam, making plans to head to a bar that night to hang out, when the other man had got a message about a band meeting and hung up.
For a few minutes Paul looked at his own phone, to see if he’d get a message about it as well. When one didn’t appear he wasn’t sure what to make of it. Sure he was only a touring member of Asking right now, but he had hoped they’d got close enough that they would keep him in the loop about band stuff.
Unless it was about him.
As soon as that thought entered his head it wouldn’t go away and so he resolved to go and find the rest of the band to find out what was going on. With Sam leaving to go to the meeting that meant his place was out, so that left James, Cameron and Danny.
James’ place had been nearest and it was clear no one was home when he got there. No cars were in the drive and it seemed he’d been in a hurry because his front door was open. Paul had got out of his car door to close it, then went to the next nearest place, which was Danny’s.
Lo and behold everyone was there.
He considered for a moment before getting out if he should go in and intrude. He had wondered if band meeting might have been code for something, especially now they were at Danny’s house. Was it actually an intervention about his recent acting up, which he knew had got on Cameron’s nerves at least. Maybe it was and if so maybe he could help cool things down, after all he was still an ‘outsider’ compared to the others.
He unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of his car, making his way to the door. He noted that James’ car wasn’t properly on the drive away, some of it in one of Danny’s bushes, but that only made him more convinced that he’d rushed here to do something about Danny.
When he got to the front door he pressed the door bell, then waited, tapping his foot nervously as he did. When no one came right away, he rang the bell again and this time the door opened soon after. He blinked at the sight before him, because not in his wildest imaginings he expected to see what he did.
There was a man standing before him covered head to toe in shiny, black rubber. With his large round belly it was clear that this was Danny.
He looked him up and down, his mouth agape. He knew that he was kinky and proud of it, but he’d never had any indication that he was into rubber, certainly not to this extent. Then again how much do you really know about anyone?
“Danny? Sam said there was a band meeting so…”
Danny grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, closing the door behind them. Paul would have guessed it was so he wouldn’t be seen by anyone dressed like this, but then it was Danny and he wasn’t sure he possessed such shame. He kept that grip on his arm, which was surprisingly tight and strong and pulled him into the house. “Ok, ok I’m coming not so rough.”
Danny didn’t let go, but maybe the rubber was so thick he couldn’t hear. He let himself be pulled, guessing he was being led to the rest of the band so he could get some sort of explanation.
He pulled him upstairs, which caught him off guard slightly. He knew he had a makeshift practice room downstairs, which was where he’d have expected to be taken, so why up instead?
Paul couldn’t help but also not how quiet it was. Usually when the guys got together they were talking or playing music or… something. Now? All he could hear was their movement.
Danny pulled him through an open door once they were upstairs and again, he was surprised at the sight that was in front of him.
There were three other men them, dressed in identical rubber, facing away from him and standing in front of a full length mirror. Were they Cameron, James and Sam?
Maybe he was right, that a band meeting was code for something, he just got what the code meant way wrong.
“Oh. Listen man I’m sorry I didn’t mean to intrude on whatever this is.” He gestured at them, really having no idea what was going on here. Maybe this was some weird band bonding ritual that he wasn’t part of, or just some kinky shit that they got up to that he wasn’t aware of. “I’ll just go and leave you to it.”
The three of them turned from the mirror in unison and it was almost unnerving. The three of them were wearing identical suits, which made them featureless and the only difference between them were the body types. They approached him together and he wasn’t sure why but it felt vaguely threatening.
The middle one reached put for him, touching his bare arm and he felt a wetness on his skin. Immediately he jerked his arm back, then turned and ran out of the room, shoving Danny out of the way on his way.
He ran down the stairs, through the living room then out the front door, slamming it behind him as he got into his car. He gasped taking a few breaths to steady his breathing, then turned on the ignition, starting to drive away.
He had a feeling he’d have to apologise to the guys in the future, both for intruding and doing a runner like this. He actually felt embarrassed as he drove away for reacting like he did. It wasn’t as if any of them didn’t anything to him and he didn’t even give them chance to explain themselves.
Paul considered turning back, but decided it was best to just head back home instead and send an apology when he got there.
***
When he pulled into the driveway he looked down at his arm, where the man had touched him. There was a smear of something on his arm and it looked like black rubber. Paul wasn’t an expert on rubber, but he was pretty sure that suits shouldn’t leave marks like that. Maybe it was cheaper than it had looked.
He bought his other hand to it, trying to wipe it away but it wasn’t coming off. He guessed it must dried on the trip, so he’d have to find some way of getting it off. He sighed and got out of the car, heading inside.
***
After sending a quick apology text to Danny he tried to wash the rubber stain off. He was sure that it looked a little bigger than when he first saw it, but guessed it was just because he was seeing it in good lighting.
Just washing it didn’t do anything and scratching at it did nothing either. He tried to find some way of he getting his nails under it, but the water and soap meant his arm was just too slick. He felt at a loss as to what to do about it so instead just dried himself off and decided to try again later.
He spent the rest of the night watching tv with a beer, keeping an eye on his phone just in case he got any message from the guys.
By the end of the night nothing had come from any of them and he couldn’t help but feel bad about that. Obviously he’d interrupted some private band thing, maybe something the guys had been doing for years and now he’d intruded on it. That’s what he got for being nosey.
He sent another apology to Danny, hoping it didn’t come off as desperate and then he headed up to bed for the night.
Usually he’d jerk off before sleeping, but the shame was just too strong so instead he just climbed into bed to attempt to go to sleep.
He glanced at his arm again as he turned off the light, sure that it looked like there was more there than before, but he figured it was just a trick of the light.
***
Paul was back at Danny’s house, back in that room. The four rubber men were surrounding him and he knew that they were definitely the four members of his band. He was on his knees in front of them, not a position that he was particularly familiar with, but now it felt right.
They all had their dicks sticking out from their crotches, all of them rock hard and aching. Their hands, covered in rubber, were stroking themselves.
He looked between them, finding himself wanting them to cum on his naked body. The urge was partly because he wanted it, but also because that he thought this was some kind of initiation, that once he had their loads on him he’d be a full member of Asking.
Other than Danny he wasn’t sure who was who, the rubber covering their body making them anonymous, which made him think that was the point.
Cum from one of them hit the side of his face and when he turned towards it he felt some more on his cheek, then on the back of his neck. He moaned dragging his fingers through their load licking the pearly fluid from them as he felt the last one cum grip his hair, pulling his face towards his large cock, only for it to cum hard over his face.
***
Paul gasped as he awoke, panting heavily as he fully woke. He was in his own bed, covered in a sheen of sweat from his dream and he reached between his legs finding that he was hard.
This wasn’t the first time he’d had a sex dream involving his bandmates, after all you couldn’t be in a band with Danny and Cameron without thinking about some of the encounters he’d accidentally walked in on or listened to. Plus he had a few nights with James on tour.
This was the first time he’d had one with all of them, even though they were faceless in that rubber. His dick throbbed against the sheets and he wrapped his fingers around himself, starting to stroke.
Paul considered himself a top and he loved having men under him, pined down under his strong arms. That didn’t mean he’d not thought of being a bottom though, he had a few times thinking of Cameron, but they were just that, thoughts.
Now he was stroking himself replaying the dream in his mind as he did so.
He pictured himself covered in the loads of his bandmates, his fingers running through the cum, during ing them to his lips to lick as much of it as he could from them moaning at the taste,
They moved away, and he could tell they were watching him, so he stroked himself like he was doing, doing his best to put on a show for them.
He came hard before he could think any more on the scenario, his load painting his belly and he painted heavily as he recovered. “Fuck…” he was a bit annoyed he’d came so fast, but also not surprised as the dream was intense.
He dragged his fingers through his cum, bringing it to his lips and tasting it, moaning at the salty taste.
It was then he noticed his arm and black stain on it, only it wasn’t a simple patch on his skin anymore. He withdrew his fingers from his face, moving his arm to get a better look.
There was no doubt that it was bigger, instead of being a simple stain it now surrounded his arm like a leather cuff. He reached to touch it and it felt strange. It did feel like solid rubber, but also it felt a little tacky, which felt odd.
Paul wondered if this was normal and he wasn’t sure. Maybe it wasn’t as solid as it had looked last night and while he’d slept he’d rolled over of something, so the smear spread over his skin.
Even as he thought it that felt wrong to him.
He reached for his phone, which he’d left on the bedside table and there was still no message from Danny. He took a pic of the rubber on his arm, then sent it through to him.
‘Hey, my arm is like this after one of you touched it, is this normal? How do I get it off?’
He hovered his finger over the send button for a few seconds, then tapped it, sending it to the singer.
It was 6am though so he didn’t expect a response, instead setting it down and resting his head against the pillow, trying to catch his breath.
***
He tried again to wash the rubber off himself, but again it didn’t work so he just gave up. He did intend to look it up to see if there was a way of removing it, but every time he opened a tab it was like the thought went away only to return when he was nowhere near his phone.
Paul spent the day doing his usual routine, working out, having lunch, going for a run and then relaxing.
Every so often he would check for new message, but there was none from Asking. Over the course of the day he sent additional apologies to each of his bandmates, starting with Sam, then James and Cameron.
He also considered calling Ben up, since he had been in the band before him and might be able to give him insight on what he’d walked in on. He decided against it though, both because he didn’t know Be. As well as the others and because he might not want to even talk about it to him anyway.
He looked back at his arm, where the black thing on it had gotten bigger, like it was spreading out. It now covered most of his forearm, concealing his tattoos, and he was at a loss as to what he should do about it.
He ran his fingers over it and he couldn’t help but admire how good it felt, as wrong as it was.
***
He was in that room in Danny’s again, the loads of his bandmates drying on his skin, as well as his own on his belly. Two of them, who he guessed were James and Cameron, helped him up to his feet, guiding him towards the bed.
There, lying on the sheets was a rubber suit which was just as black and shiny as the ones they wore. Next to it was a hood to go along with it and they didn’t need to say anything for him to know what it was.
This is made me you.
***
Another night, and Paul woke to another erection to the thought of his bandmates in rubber. Shit, seeing that had really done a number on him. He felt like he was a horny teenager again with these intense sex dreams.
He didn’t even think about it, he wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock, starting to stroke it. Like the previous morning he replayed the dream in his head, then went further. He pictured himself stepping on the suit, pulling the tight rubber up his body until he was like them, his body black and shiny.
In his mind one of them, he thought it was Cameron, pulled the hood on over his head, so that he looked exactly like them.
When he saw his reflection in the mirror in his mind he came hard, his body trembling under the blanket. He dragged his fingers through his load, bringing it to his lips and licking them clean, panting heavily. It was still dark, so he he pulled the covers back over himself, trying to settle back to sleep.
***
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
He was down on his hands and knees, completely naked. Behind him someone was fucking into him and he didn’t need to look back to know it was one of his bandmates dressed in rubber. Another was standing in front of him, his cock sticking out from the crotch of the rubber suit and he had a hand in his hair, holding tight as he thrust into his mouth.
He spluttered slight around it but did his best to please him, licking and sucking on the large cock.it felt so good to be filled like this, to please his band and he did his best to get the pair of them off.
Thrust.
Thrust.
The only sound was rubber slapping against skin and his choked moans as he drilled around the cock in his mouth. The fact that they were silent didn’t deterred him and he squeezed his lips and hole around them, wanting to feel them cum inside him.
***
He gasped as he awoke, this time to daylight, and he painted softly, wiping the sweat that had formed on his brow. “Fuck…” What was wrong with him? He thought as he caught his breath, but such thoughts left his mind when he noticed his arm in the morning light.
The rubber on his arm had spread even more. Now it completely covered his forearm, over his elbow and was now starting to cover his upper arm. But what most caught his attention was that it now completely covered his hand as well.
He flexed his fingers, rotating his wrist to examine it, admiring it in the light. He had to admit that the rubber did look good, even though it was also so… wrong.
Like he could understand a smear from a touch, but how had it become this? There was no way that this was normal. And yet… it looked so good.
He glanced at the lube that he kept on the bedside table and grabbed it with his other hand, popping the top and squirting some onto his rubber fingers. He’d look into getting rid of this later, for now he may as well have some fun.
He shoved the blanket off himself, watching as he trailed his lube slick hand down to his aching erection. He wrapped his fingers around his dick, giving himself a few steady strokes. It felt strange, but a good kind of strange. The rubber felt nice against his dick and he found himself rocking up to meet his hand.
After a few strokes he released himself, moving his hand lower, over his thick thigh towards his ass. He’d fingered himself a few times, though not often, mostly because it was just easier to jerk off. Now though he thought that he may as well give it a try, especially to feel what it would be like with the rubber.
He pressed his fingers against his hole and he found that he could easily slide his middle and ring finger into himself, making him gasp. The lube definitely helped them slide into him and it felt so good to be filled like this. He started to move them, sliding them in and out, moaning softly at the feeling. It took just a few thrusts for the tips of his fingers to catch his spot, making him tremble on the bed. “Fuck…”
He bought his left hand to his dick, starting to stroke himself again. He wasn’t quite as good with this hand, but he needed the contact. His fingers kept up their movements, only this time they weren’t just moving in and out, they were spreading and twisting, stretching his hole open.
Paul wished that he had something other than his fingers to put inside his hole, then realised he could just add another to the first two. The three fingers moved inside him smoothly, sliding in just as easily as when it was just two, a moan escaping his lips.
Why had he not done this more? Being filled like this was amazing. He’d have to look into getting something to use on himself, a dildo or maybe a plug, maybe even both. He twisted his fingers, letting out a gasp as he thrust his hips into the air. He felt like he was close again already and he was glad he was alone else he might have been ashamed. As it was though he didn’t care, instead just enjoying the stretch from his fingers inside him and his hand working his dick.
Another groan and he came all over himself, panting heavily as he let go of his dick, admiring the pearly cum covering his belly.
He kept his fingers where they were for a few moments, catching his breath before finally easing them out of him. He wiped his lube slick fingers against his thick thigh, then blinked to clear his vision, to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.
Where his fingers touched his skin they’d left a black smear, which like the one that had been on his arm. He bought his hand up to get a better look at it, but instead of just raising it up he let it trail along his body, over his belly and chest. The fingertips left a similar smear the whole journey, leaving a set of black streaks along his skin. He lifted his hand up in front of his face so that he could get a better look at it, spreading his fingers as he examined it.
Paul expected his fingers to be shiny from sweat and the lube, so he thought that maybe those fluids had somehow mixed with the rubber or just become stained by it. Instead the fingers looked oddly… slimy, with the black rubber seeming to ooze from the fingers. “The fuck?” He wasn’t sure how the
At could possibly happen, but as he watched them they definitely got wetter, more of the substance glistening in the light.
He bought his fingers closer to his face.
There was a voice in his head asking him what he was doing, but he ignored it, parting his lips and slipping two of the fingers into his mouth. Immediately the taste of it filled his senses. It tasted like rubber, but also slightly salty as well and he wondered if he’d run his fingers through the load on his belly. He found himself licking at the fingers, moaning as more of the fluid seemed to spill down it, rolling down his throat.
The voice in his head was there again, telling him that he should grab the hand, pulling it from his mouth to stop himself swallowing it down. After all, he didn’t know what it was and it might not be safe. Just a small amount had already covered most of his arm, who knew what it would do to his insides.
The thought made him hesitate and he bought his free hand up, the fingers of it wrapping around his wrist. But as soon as his fingers wrapped gripped the rubber he struggled to think why he’d even done it.
The rubber felt tacky against his fingers and he let out a groan as more of the fluid slipped down his throat. Suddenly he watched as the hand holding his wrist started to turn black, the rubber from his arm spreading around it, covering his skin. He watched as it completed covered his hand, inching up his arm, covering the inked skin of his arm. That felt right somehow, that it now matched his other arm. Yes, it felt right for it to be blank, not just right, better.
His hand released his arm, dropping to his side and he was able to look down now at his chest. Instead of the series of streaks that had been there before they had all melded together into one and it was spreading. He watched, still sucking on his fingers as the black covered his chest, over his hairy skin and the rest of his tattoos.
His hand pulled back, the fingers sliding from his lips and he whimpered at the loss of them. They moved across his cheeks, his chin, his neck and he knew even though he couldn’t see that they were leaving behind the same black trail as they had elsewhere on his body.
He felt glad about that.
He looked down at himself again and was surprised to see that his chest and belly was now completely covered in the black rubber. Below that the rubber was creeping down his legs, his crotch and thighs already covered.
It felt right somehow that he couldn’t see his dick, that it was encased on rubber. He knew that he’d seen it for the last time and he was glad he wouldn’t be using that ridiculous thing ever again. He looked to his left arm, which was now completely covered to match his right.
Dimly he wondered how this had happened so quickly, since his right arm had taken so long to get covered, but he decided that it didn’t matter.
A groan left his lips. The rubber had already covered his ass and now he felt it filling his open hole, stretching and solidifying. It felt like how he imagined it would to be filled with a large plug and it felt amazing. He was glad that it meant that he’d be ready to go if anyone was to fuck him.
His right hand fell to his side just as the left did and he felt the rubber on his face spread out further. It covered his scruffy facial hair, his eyes and nose, ears and mouth.
That voice in his head told him that this was wrong, that he should get it off, but it was like it was far away, like it was from the end of a long corridor.
And then it was gone, silenced.
Paul was glad about that, it was so annoying.
Eventually the rubber covered his whole head, to match the rest of his body. He found himself parting his mouth to admit more rubber that solidified into a ball gag and he felt glad about that. It spread his lips open wide and he groaned about it, saliva dribbling past the rubber.
He stayed lying there for a few minutes, the rubber solidifying and tightening against his skin, sealing him away. That was alright though, he didn’t need to be seen, or identified, ever again.
Eventually he sat up and swung his legs off the edge of his bed, getting up and walking into the corner of the room. He had a mirror hanging on the wall there, which he had mostly used to admire himself after a workout. He knew that was something he’d not be doing again.
Now he admired his new look, the black shiny rubber that covered his body. He looked just like the men he’d seen a few days before, the rubber making him featureless and faceless. If he could have smiled he would have, because he looked so much better now.
He wasn’t sure how long he admired himself like that, his fingers tracing over the rubber, admiring how his thick thighs and muscular arms looked covered in it. It was definitely an improvement to how he had looked before.
The sun had started to set when he finally began to move again, heading down the stairs to his living room. He grabbed his keys from where he’d left them by the door and went back to his car, getting in and starting to drive.
He didn’t even think about where he was going, just driving on instinct.
He pulled up back outside Danny’s house, his car hitting the back of Sam’s but he knew that didn’t matter. He got out of his car, walking towards the door, pressing on the bell.
Almost immediately the door opened and he knew, even though they were just a rubber figure, that it was Cameron beneath it. Cameron stepped aside, allowing Paul to enter the house and he followed him inside, knowing exactly where he was going.
In the room where he’d been just a few days ago were three men covered in rubber just like he was. He knew now, though he didn’t know how, that they were James, Danny and Sam. They were all stood against the wall, their arms by their sides motionless and there was a space between Danny and Sam, a space for Cameron.
Next to Sam was another space, a space for him.
Cameron walked to the space against the wall, standing there motionless and he felt all of their eyes on him, though he couldn’t see them. He gave them a small nod of acknowledgement, then moved to stand next to Sam.
His hands hung either side of his body and he stood there, silent, content, featureless.
As he stood there next to his bandmates, in the room where he’d last seen them, he felt his thoughts fading away, like the past years of his life had been a dream.
He felt his lips twitch around the gag, feeling glad about that.
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Date: 2024-11-03 08:57 pm (UTC)Aw, I felt kind of bad for Paul at the start when Sam just fucks off for a "band meeting" and how he is hoping to get a text of his own...but then nothing materialising, and how he's thinking that surely he should be involved regarding band-related stuff as a touring member (tbh he's practically a studio member anyway, he wrote most of WDWGFH with Ben and James anyway). But then thinks that he is the issue and I'm just like...aww 🥺
I loved the difference in James and the rest of the guys. Like with James just leaving his front door open and not parking properly outside Danny's, whereas the others are just (obviously) parked up normally because they arrived still entirely human. And again, I just felt kind of bad for Paul. He is worrying about intruding and whether he should be there, but I'm glad he convinced himself that they were intervening about Danny and decided he was going to try and help too, to give him his perspective as an outsider.
I found the following bit interesting, where it takes a while for the door to be answered, clearly none of them expecting any more visitors. It makes me curious, were they going to get Paul (and Ben as well?) to join them, or were they planning to keep it as the four of them?
Loved that Paul knew it was Danny answering the door, haha. Cameron was unsure, despite the fact that Danny had personally invited him over, but Paul was just like "nope, this guy in rubber is 100% Danny" because he knows how kinky he is (and backs it up by telling himself that even if he didn't know Danny was into it this much, there's only so much you know about someone, hahah). And then how Paul is justifying him 'intruding', mentioning that Sam was coming to a band meeting so figured he should come along too 👀
I really liked how eerie it was as Paul was being dragged to the room, with him noting the silence in the house, btw. Really felt unnerving even though I knew the reason for why! (And also the way Cam, James and Sam all turned in unison a little later)
And then how Paul just out when he reaches the room and sees the other three just stood there in front of the mirror, dressed all in rubber and instantly thinking he has interrupted something. Well, I guess he did tbh, but he thinks he's interrupted something different 🤪 I really loved his fear, and his immediate reaction is to run first and ask questions later. I think he was perhaps able to "escape" because they hadn't planned to add him to their numbers (well, at least at this point), I feel that Cameron and Sam never got a chance but because Paul was an anomaly, that was why he was able to get away? His reaction in the car afterwards, feeling a little embarrassed that he bolted before giving them a chance to explain. I definitely feel he gets in his head a LOT and is an overthinker when it comes to Asking!
Ugh and how the black just remains on his arm, and he tries to get it off but it's just cemented in place. I love shit like this, when body horror stuff begins to take place and it's just vague hints of what is to come, but I guess you probably already know that because I have written slow transformation fics on more than a few occasions, heh.
Bless him that he sends so many apology texts to Danny, feeling so guilty about the whole thing and is worrying about what the others are thinking (hint to Paul: not a lot). And how he goes to bed because he just doesn't want to think about it. D:
And then the visions(?) begin as the rubber slowly begins to take root 👀 With his first one being on his knees, which isn't his preferred position. I like that he is still viewing what he witnessed at Danny's as some sort of band ritual and that by allowing them to cum on him he'll be allowed to be a full-time guy. I love that the rubber is making him think like that, clearly no "normal" person would come to that conclusion but to him it feels entirely natural somehow!
I liked that Paul is open to being a little versatile, clearly a top but isn't averse to bottoming, and the mind control leads into this a little, latching onto that tiny little bit in his mind and bringing it into focus, convincing him that actually bottoming is more fun and that's what he's ultimately destined to do. Like how he's replaying the dream in his head when he wakes up, jerking off over the thought of them cumming all over him, and then licking himself clean 👀 Like damn haha. And how the rubber begins to spread with such thoughts.
Bless him that he sent apologies to the others again, worrying that since they weren't messaging him it was because they were pissed at him. And how he wants to speak to Ben but feels it isn't his place to. Aww!
I like how in the second dream/vision, it's a little more intense and this time he doesn't think, he just instantly goes to start jerking off over the memory of the dream. How he's instantly just thinking of putting the suit on, encasing himself, just so he can be like the other four. And the way they just intensify as things progress, Paul becoming more of a bottom in the dreams as time progresses, with him just becoming more of a hole to be fucked, and how he is starting to enjoy it more and more, allowing the rubber to just progress further...
And then how he just starts marvelling at the rubber as it has completely covered his hand. It's almost like it has a mind of its own as he starts to jerk off with it before fingering himself 👀👀 And how his thoughts move to needing a dildo to fuck himself with, as it feels correct to be fucked, as he jerks off and cums all over himself. And how happy he is to just leave it on his skin before discovering that his hand is now secreting that same black stuff that stained him to begin with 👀 And I think this is the point where he's fully gone, as he holds it up to his face and immediately starts sucking at it 👀
THE WAY HE JUST GRABS HIS HAND, AS IF STOPPING HIMSELF, BEFORE WONDERING WHY HE DID IT. Yess haha, I loved that, you can just see his mind completely slipping away and he is completely okay with that. The way he just marvels at his other hand changing in front of him, becoming how it "needs" to be. And then the way he just starts wiping it all over himself, as if to progress this further and hurry things up.
I loved how his mind just emptied and he welcomed it, I liked how he was an overthinker at the start, but then becomes the complete opposite at the end! And then how he just stands in front of the mirror and it's like time has stopped, all he wants to do is just admire his new and improved body, because what other pleasure is there in life than that?
And the ending was just perfect, how they just welcomed him in this time (I noted the door was opened immediately upon his arrival!) <3 And how there was a space for him, with him essentially being promoted into a 'proper' member of the band as well!
I LOVED THIS ONE. I think this was my favourite out of all four!!
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Date: 2024-11-03 09:52 pm (UTC)Yeah I did feel bad for him too! The original thought was Sam and him being together when he got the message, but I figure that Paul would’ve come along just in case! And yeah I wanted him to kinda mirror Danny’s anxiety, Danny’s worried they’ll ditch him for Paul, Paul’s worried about still being an outsider. (And ohh that’s interesting!👀)
Exactly! It’s proof how much the rubber was in control, that it didn’t matter he closed his own door and that he parked wrong at Danny’s (something Cameron didn’t notice in his annoyance!). Yeah exactly! He’s got thoughts going through his head and isn’t sure if he should be there, if the meeting is serious or code or what. But of course him convincing himself to go in seals his fate.
For everyone it takes awhile for it to be answered, but here it takes a little longer because they were just finishing Sam’s conversion👀 And of course they also didn’t expect anyone to arrive either! And to answer that, yep Paul was going to be next in line to be given the ‘gift’ he just got there first!
Yeah! I mean he kinda puts two and two together in the same way Cameron does (it’s Danny’s place, he has the same body type as Danny) so he just assumes it’s him and doesn’t doubt it!
I’m glad cause that’s exactly it! He knew that the band together should mean something, weather it’s animated discussion, music or yelling, so for it to be silent just feels off to him. And I’m glad you liked that😏
Yeah he figures he’s interrupted some kinky sex thing the guys do, but also the whole situation feels eerie he decides he has to nope out and worry about it later. Exactly! It’s cause he’s both unexpected and because Sam has just gone through the change, hence why his touch transfers it to him! Yeah I figure he definitely overthinks so much, at least this version of him (again it’s down to him just being a touring member)
Exactly! There’s no way for him to get it off and I think the extra thing is that we know what’s happening but he doesn’t😏👀 and yeah I love that too! Those fics you’ve done with it are always so fucking good! I will always love them so many! (I do kinda hope you do a rubber suit transformation too👀)
Yeah! He feels so bad intruding, believing it to be some secret band tradition thing that he feels he has to apologise (first to Danny then to the others!) and hee yeah they have so very few thoughts now😏
I wanted there to be a certain amount of uncertainty with the dreams, because how much is the rubber suit and how much is his own subconscious. The first one is more his own thinking, trying to work out what the band is actually doing and then hornily adding that.
Yeah! He’s definitely curious about bottoming, but he’s one of those people that are like Brandon or Ray or something, where you look at them and would instantly think top. And he’s perfectly happy to do that! But yeah the rubber does latch on to that, making him think on it more (culminating in the fingering later👀) 😏
He absolutely feels bad and the lack of response worries him! Of course he also thinks that it might be just Dann not answering so tries with the others. And yeah that Ben thought was a late addition, added cause of you fic with him!
The second dream is definitely more intense due to the rubber’s influence, but again it’s not fully in control hence why he sees it as an actual suit in his dream and how he pictures himself putting it on normally😏 but yeah it does mean it’s progressing more and more in his head, using and intensifying such thoughts
Exactly! As soon as he fingers himself that’s when it’s over for him! And the thoughts of wanting a dildo only prove that👀 yeah his reaction to seeing the slick covering his fingers is how you know he’s gone. He looks more in wonder then fear, then has the urge to suck them and… well👀
The rational part of him was able to take over then just for a moment, but then the rubber put a stop to it! I’m glad you liked that so much! And yeah the rubber is taking over more strongly then and he’s more than happy to help, wanting it to happen!
Yeah losing all those thoughts is an improvement to him isn’t it? And yeah he’s definitely admiring himself just like the others, loving how he looks now as the rubber seals itself and then he loses track of time.
I wasn’t entirely sure how to end it. I thought of just leaving him alone at home but thta didn’t feel right, so he felt drawn to the others. Yeah it’s like they knew he was coming and it was only a matter of time😏👀 exactly! He’s one of them now, always and forever😏
Awww thank you I’m glad you loved it! And ahhh yay I’m glad for that too!👀👀
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Date: 2024-11-03 10:26 pm (UTC)Ah, fair! Yeah I think it was better they weren't together, I mean we already knew that Sam showed up on his own after all, from the Cameron fic. And yeah it's funny their opinions are so different. Danny thinks Paul is too good, Paul doesn't think he is good enough :P
Haha Cameron really was pissed off huh. I liked how Paul was pretty much still able to think for the whole fic, and noticed that stuff was wrong (although didn't exactly stop it by the end). :D
Ah, so this happens literally right when they were finishing with Sam, interesting! I'm glad that Paul was next in line, heh, cementing that he is a proper member of them. It seems like he was a little too eager, in actual fact, showing up too early huh 😏 Even if he and they hadn't realised it at the time!
Yes, the image of them all turning in unison was one of my favourite bits!
Oh that makes sense how Sam's touch would transfer it to him, if the transformation is still 'completing'. Fun fact, I'd say out of the other members, Sam would be the easiest one to work out the identity of, as he's shorter than the others, who are all of a similar height lol.
Yeah I love that I know what is going to happen, I enjoyed the slight fear/worry that he didn't know, especially as I knew what was coming next! And heh, thanks. I guess I could do a rubber suit transformation thing, but I wouldn't want it to be similar to these? I don't know how I could do something that is different enough from this but still be a rubber transformation thing.
Well yeah, I'd say the first is the closest to free thinking, because at this point he doesn't have much of the black on him. So it's perhaps poked and prodded along by the rubber, but the initial thought is him :D And like you said, the second becomes more intense due to the rubber, but he still has some control...and then it just progresses more. :D
Yeah, I can't say that rational thinking would involve licking the black slick substance from his hands, so that's when he's gone and lost 👀 I love that such a simple thing progresses it, it works so well! I love how as soon as they 'accept' it, that's what speeds it all up and makes it take over, as soon as the last bit of fight is gone, that's it!
Yep, he needs to lose all those thoughts as an overthinker, huh. I love how they all admire themselves as soon as they're done!
Aw, he couldn't have been left alone, that was sort of the whole reason as to why it happened to him in the first place! So he needed to go back and be with them in his rightful place 😍😍😍
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Date: 2024-11-03 11:05 pm (UTC)Yeah I had the image of them together in my head, but as soon as I opened the document I was like ‘nup they can’t be physically together’. And exactly! You’re right that’s definitely how they see Paul which is kinda funny
I picture Cameron was more laser focussed on Danny that he didn’t realise a detail like that!yeah I think it’s cause in this he’s an over thinker, so it’s harder for his mind to quiet, if that makes sense! And hee of course
Yeah! When I read your idea I was like ‘how would some of it get onto him like that?’ And instantly the thought was ‘well of course! It’s from Sam just as he’s being changed!’ And yep! He really is seen as a member by them so of course he’s next to get the gift, but then shows upon his own!
I’m glad! It really emphasised their creepiness!
Exactly! Cause the suit is still ‘wet’ and not fully solid yet, there’s still enough to transfer to Paul form the touch. Oh that’s good to know!👀
And yeah throughout he’s so worried by what it could be but at the same time the rubber has enough of a hold to nudge him away from looking into it properly. And aww🖤. I wouldn’t mind if it was similar to this honestly! So feel free to do something similar if that’s what comes to mind!
Exactly! I love that it makes him have these dreams so intensely too. Like he probably would’ve had the first without the rubber but it’s clear the others are its influence 😏👀
Exactly! It’s a bit like in james’ one, where his arm pulls down the hood on its own😏 yeah that’s it exactly! I see it as needing to spread some of the rubber both up the ass and down the throat to fully complete it and once that happens and they’re encased? They’re gone!
Exactly! Yeah they’re enjoying their new and improved bodies😏
Yeah I’m so glad he went back to them it’s so right😏👀👀
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Date: 2024-11-03 11:30 pm (UTC)Yeah, it might have actually worked with the two of them if they'd shown up together and things may have played out in mostly the same way, with Paul running away whilst Sam gets corrupted, and when he comes back he realises there's a fourth there the same height as Sam? But I like this way more. :)
Yep, and I love that he started out as an overthinker before his thoughts slowly started to disappear and he became less of a thinker 😁
I didn't give it much thought, I just figured it could be shared by grabbing or something! So I like there's a deeper reason for why the rubber connected.
I'll have a think about a rubber transformation fic...I do have a lot of other stuff to be getting on with tho!
Yeah I loved that, with their bodies moving against their will. James with the hood, Paul with his hand, arguably Cameron clenching and sucking the guys off...I love that they were basically doing it against their own free will, so to speak. :D
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Date: 2024-11-04 12:11 am (UTC)Yeah! I do think this worked out better than if that had happene, so I’m glad it went like this!
Me too! He now has no silly little thoughts in his head, in fact now he has none at all!
Yeah I figured the suits are mostly suits, so if you touch them or get touched it doesn’t transfer that way (after all Cameron got grabbed by Danny and that didn’t transfer) so it has to be either wat the end of conversion or when one is being stimulated (for lack of a better word)
Yeah of course! You’re like me so many ideas so little time to do them!
Exactly! I love that so much too. I’m torn between James and Paul’s one being my fav👀 and yeah exactly! I love that too😏
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Date: 2024-11-04 05:07 am (UTC)I'm glad too!
Yes, that makes complete sense for how it gets transferred :)
Hah, yeah. I guess I'm just working my way through all the most prominent ideas, and going from there!
I'm torn too, but I think this is my fave with James being a very close second!
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Date: 2024-11-04 09:22 am (UTC)🖤
I’m glad!
Of course! Yeah that was my intention too and then I just got sidetracked by these fics! (But then I had to get the words out!) …And then last night it happened again😂
Ohh interesting👀I’m so glad!
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Date: 2024-11-04 06:14 pm (UTC)1. Ben is the one who sent the suit, intentionally to 'disable' the five of them. "If I can't have Asking any more, then nobody can."
2. Asking is planning to record their next album but Ben can't get hold of James and Paul. So he goes to investigate.
I have no clear ideas for either of these vague thoughts tho.
Sometimes words just happen 😅
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Date: 2024-11-04 06:25 pm (UTC)Ohh that works as an idea too👀👀
Yeah that’s true!😂
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Date: 2024-11-16 05:42 pm (UTC)What a day, what a week, what a fortnight. Here I am 👋🏻
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Date: 2024-11-16 05:46 pm (UTC)*hopes to have some more rubber stuffs soon*
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Date: 2024-11-17 11:42 am (UTC)Also I just had a random thought regarding rubber stuff, I wonder where Jyrki would fit in this AU 🤔
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Date: 2024-11-17 11:55 am (UTC)Ohhh that’s an interesting question! 👀🤔🤔
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Date: 2024-11-17 11:55 am (UTC)Ohhh that’s an interesting question! 👀🤔🤔
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