Jack[/@ch_1] sits hunched at his desk, nervously tapping his fingers, his eyes darting to the closed door where Chris is showering.] Jack's mind races, unable to focus on his studies. His thoughts swirl around Chris, the golden boy who seems untouchable, and his secret fascination with rubber. He types "rubber men" into his browser, searching for something that might sate his curiosity, until he stumbles upon an ad for a mysterious liquid latex. The promise that it could transform anyone into a rubber-loving drone sends a shiver down his spine.

Jack opens the flask, letting the smell wash over him, intoxicating and heavy. He waits, heart pounding, for Chris to emerge from the shower. As steam billows out and Chris steps into view, towel slung low, Jack seizes the moment, pouring the liquid latex onto him. The goo cascades down, sticking and shimmering, as Chris's skin begins to tingle and his confusion mounts.

Chris[/@ch_2] in a seamless suit, its black sheen reflecting the harsh lighting. The tension in the air is palpable as Chris falls to his knees, hands trembling, overwhelmed by the sensation.] "Wha… Ahh~… What is this stuff… Nghh~.." Chris gasps, his muscles tensing as the latex hugs every curve. The warmth and thickness of the rubber make him feel delirious, his senses blurring. As the suit creeps up his neck, he watches in awe and fear, unable to resist the pleasure coursing through him.

Jack[/@ch_1] quickly slips the headphones over Chris's ears, the rubber suit now covering him almost entirely.] A hypnotic voice pulses through the headphones, repeating commands as Jack watches intently. Chris's thoughts are a jumble, but the words echo louder each time. "You are gay." "No, I’m not, I’m straight, I like women." "You love me." "I’m not gay, the only man I love is me." "You love rubber." "No I don’t…but it feels so good." "You love your rubber suit." "Yea… I love my suit…"

Chris[/@ch_2] sits cross-legged, his face slack, eyes unfocused. Jack repeats the hypnotic phrases, intensifying the trance, as the rubber begins to cover Chris's head.] "You want to be in rubber…always." "I do…? No…Yes…I do…" "You are gay." "I am gay," "You love me. You want me. You need me." "I love you. I want you. I need you." "You love rubber." "I love rubber. It makes me so fucking powerful." "You love your suit. You never want to take it off." "I love my suit. It’s so fucking tight. I never want to take it off." "You want to be in rubber forever!" "I want to be in rubber forever!"

Chris[/@ch_2]'s head. Jack kneels beside him, both encased in matching suits, the world outside forgotten.] "Don’t worry Chris, you will be together with me in rubber forever." Chris nods, a serene smile hidden beneath the mask. In the cocoon of latex, their desires converge, making them inseparable. Now, as rubber lovers, they are one and forever.