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“Good afternoon, young man!” The woman behind the counter greeted you with a smile. “Are you the one applying for the new position?”

You nodded. It was your first time walking into a MavCo store. You weren’t entirely sure if you remembered seeing this in the mall before, but you were desperate for quick cash and saw the ‘HELP WANTED’ sign on the front and went for the bait. Dressed to kill, the cotton candy-haired manager smiled at you in her swivel chair behind the counter, crossing her legs and leaning forward to get a better view of your face.

“Excellent! So just to get a few stipulations out of the way: my name is Mavin and I run the Mavco Magick Supplies chain, which has seen international success for years. The goal of my company is to make the most unique and intimate experiences possible available to the average person…” Her voice hummed a bit lower. “...But without arousing too much attention, of course. I ask for very little of my employees except that they apply themselves and enjoy their work. Does that make sense?”

At first glance, the inside of Mavin's shop was styled like a fantasy magic parlor. It gave the impression of an armory in an RPG selling swords and shields and mystical supplies, but that impression only lasts for so long until you notice the dildos lining the shelves, the kinky outfits with animal creatures modeling the front, the shiny rubber dummies standing around in the open, the long boots and heels stuffed in the back and the general mood of a sex dungeon. Whether "MavCo Magick Supplies Chain" was an ironic name or not, she did a serious bang up job of building a place that felt lived-in and historic, a detail that felt out of place for an eccentric sex shop but seemed to augment the atmosphere, regardless. None of it felt cheap or “Halloween store-ish”. You eyed some of the dildos sitting around the shelves, making out the different colors and details.

"They catch your fancy, don't they? Those are the highest quality dildos you will ever encounter, guaranteed. It's an art in itself to harvest and produce them."

You struggled to keep yourself from laughing - it was all so ridiculous, but again, you went along with it. Your options were currently very limited… and dire. You weren’t likely to tell a lot of people about this gig, but few places were accepting work in this area and you just needed some money for a month or two and that was it. This was the only place you could find that was going to hire walk-ins and without the fuss of any required credentials or waiting a month for someone to read your application. It was your only hope.

She looked you up and down hungrily, making you feel like a display model. “Hmm… not bad. I think we can do more than enough with you, dear.”

You weren’t sure what she meant by that.

Standing up, Mavin directed you into the backroom. It was no less mystical and unnerving than the front - shelves and containers lined with more weird boxes, bottles, clothing and rare trinkets. You looked over at Mavin, who was bent over her desk and tending to some kind of legal document. Her backside was in full view and you couldn’t help yourself.

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Your mouth hung open involuntarily as you could no longer take your eyes off the panty line visible behind her tight dress. For a good minute or so, you felt yourself growing hard in your pants. You were convinced she was doing it on purpose. Out of a growing perverse curiosity, you moved closer and... no, wait, it wasn’t a pantyline, it was the control top of her pantyhose! Your hardon suddenly reached rock solid levels not previously known possible to you. It immediately turned into a classified weapon, threatening to rip an entire hole in the crotch of your pants. Did she actually go around dressed like this? You could no longer breathe evenly, trying to hide the shortened, stunted breaths caused by your rapidly beating heart. Your eyes absorbed her legs for as long as possible, then you looked back up, not realizing the sneaky, smug gaze shooting in your direction.

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Your eyes darted away in embarrassment, hoping she’d just magically forget you stared at her ass for fifteen minutes. Sweat poured down your face - are you completely shameless!?

“Tryna get a good look?” She asked.

You were too nervous to respond. Your words came out in studders. You shook your head and apologized.

“Look all you want, silly - it’s nothing to be ashamed of! Where do you think you are? You think I dress like this with no self-awareness?”

You shrugged. She took delight at your blushing face and giggled.

She finished filling out the application on her desk, then turned back to you. “If you don’t mind, dear, please sign your name. No, no - I don’t need anything else. Nothing particularly legal. You’re just looking for a little money, correct? All that’s needed is a little signature and you’re good.”

You nodded. Without thinking very hard about it, you signed your name.

She took the document back and glanced over it. “Perfect! That’s all I needed! Welcome aboard!”

You were taken back a little at the instant confirmation of your new job, but you were not going to ask. You thanked her.

“Surprised you got the job so quickly?”

You nodded.

“Don’t be - I’m a bit short-staffed at the moment, so any bit of help is good. Not to downplay you, of course!”

Mavin, your new boss, pulled you back further into the room. At this point, you had literally no idea what you signed up for. You imagined it was going to be a humdrum retail job destined to last for three months at most, but now you were in the dark. Nothing made sense so far. You were at the mercy of this strange, sultry woman.

You were brought to another section of the backroom, greeted to a dressing room. Mavin went ahead of you and started digging around. “Since your job will ultimately be to promote our company’s products, you should get familiar with using them!”

She welcomed you inside of the dressing room and you were brought eye-to-eye with a very peculiar… dummy? One that almost seemed to be roughly your size.

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“Quite the clown, no?” She waltzed around the rubber dummy, stroking its curves. “Her name is Miss Rubberhose! As an inch-and-a-half thick rubber prison, Miss Rubberhose will effectively trap and bind everyone who jumps inside her. Comes in many different variations and personalities, too! This one’s the jester.” She patted it. “My personal favorite, next to the Egyptian one.”

You blushed. Between Mavin shoving her ass in your face and the way she described this odd rubber ‘dummy’, you couldn’t have anticipated just how sleazy and ridiculous this entire setup was going to be. Even if it’s some weird porn shop, this was almost insulting - of course the walk-in job offer was bogus. It almost felt like she was shooting a candid porn parody. You knew working at the gas station would’ve been a better idea.

“Your new job is nice and simple: allow Miss Rubberhose to encase you and stand in the store for our customers’ amusement! When customers walk by, do a little struggling or moaning - maybe even act like you’re begging to be freed! They’ll see how fun it is and then consider buying one for themselves! Believe me, these rubber monoliths fly off the shelves. It’s certainly a fun job but one for specific types of kinksters, no?”

Your jaw dropped. Holding back a major fit of frustration, you demanded this woman to explain what kind of shameless idiot would ever do this. Even in private, why the hell would anyone enjoy this? How does anyone breathe in there? You made it very clear you weren’t going to subject yourself to this. The idea of even wearing it - let alone displaying yourself in public - was like some kind of waking quasi-nightmare.

“As I said, dear, it’s a rather specific taste, and it would be nice if you didn’t act so rude to your new boss,” she said, huffing and posing on her hips. “Let’s be honest here: nobody’s gonna recognize you in this silly rubber outfit. If your dignity is really that much on the line, then why bother getting a job in an establishment like this? Why do this if you hate it?”

You couldn’t think of a competent response. She had a point. Right from the get-go, you didn’t treat any part of this application process seriously. Add this to the fact you were applying for a job in a sex toy shop, no less.

“It’s alright, dear. I can just find someone else. You can carry on your way out the door.”

You hold up your hands and apologize. Gulping down the biggest knot of anxiety in your life, you asked Mavin how to begin getting into the dummy. You needed the money. Just as long as nobody saw you or recognized you.

She crossed her arms. “While I don’t entirely buy the apology, I’ll let it slide. I’ve dealt with fussier men than yourself and still convinced them of how fun my wares can be.”

Mavin brought you behind Miss Rubberhose, demonstrating the back opening. You stared down at it. The suit seemed to emanate a strange energy, like it really wanted you.

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“The first thing you need to know is that Miss Rubberhose is deceptively thick and stout. While she looks thin and formless on the outside, you’ll need to be prepared for how tight it actually is inside. And of course… you won’t be going in with your clothes on! Not even your underwear!”

The idea of not only being naked inside of this horrible thing, but also being on display in this woman’s porn shop, made you consider more and more that maybe it was a good time to back out. But it was too late now. You were committing. It wasn’t even about the money, now - you agreed to way too much to chicken out. You were doing this.

Now completely naked inside the backroom of a mall (and, ostensibly, a public place), you crossed your arms and looked at the suit. Mavin was being surprisingly mature. “Now, then, I suggest going in legs first.”

You pulled the zipper down and the smell of lubricant hit your nose. Lifting up your left leg, you slid it carefully inside and it was immediately cold and gooey and tight. You almost pulled back out, but again, you were committing to this. No chickening out now. You shoved your leg all the way down until it met with the bottom support, contorting a light heel around your foot. It felt constricted and snug yet not in pain. Your next leg went inside and you started shivering - what was with the goo and lubricant? It turned out the suit accommodated separate leg holes, so you were basically going to wear thick rubber tights. Great. At least your identity will be obscured. Your right leg fit snuggly down inside the stocking and into the contoured heel, which was nicely compressed and very shapely to look at from the outside. Just like Mavin said, the rubber was shockingly thick and made any sort of movement really stiff and hard.

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With the lower half of your body now down in the suit, you had to stretch the rest of it over top your exposed self. You pulled open the back hole until it ripped up to the back of the neck. You managed to force yourself inside - it was considerably harder to do than the bottom half as you had to feed both of your arms through some straight-jacket-styled funnels. Your hands wiggled into the big, Mickey Mouse-styled gloves, the tips of your fingers barely inching into their respective funnels. Again, you felt the material around your hands tighten and conform automatically, along with your now-trapped arms. You were legitimately stuck inside the suit.

Mavin reached over. “Let me help with the hood, dear.”

Pulling it over, you felt your head slip tightly through the opening collar until it popped inside, now enveloped within its own cave, and you were immediately assaulted with an unexpected ballgag. You had no time to process the gag nor why it needed to be there as it pressed its way between your lips and stuffed your mouth full. You moaned and whimpered.

“The ballgag!” Mavin exclaimed happily. “What, you thought you’d get to talk in there? Sorry, guess I should’ve warned you!”

You huffed in frustration, but there wasn’t much you could do. From head-to-toe, you were pulled into a rubber abyss. You were thankful that your vision remained intact behind the mask, though you weren’t totally sure how that worked. Sound was heavily muffled - the big ear wing things made most of the room quiet, and even Mavin, who was close up to your face, was hard to hear. Mercifully, you could breathe just fine through the fabric - which did not make sense, but like everything else, you didn’t question it. You felt the back seam sloooowly close shut - you assumed it was Mavin zipping you closed, but you couldn't sense her fingers pulling up anything nor the presence of a zipper. It sealed shut and you were officially encased from head-to-toe.

“Congrats!” Mavin said, yelling a bit louder than normal. “Welcome to your new life, Miss Rubberhose! What a wonderful model you turned out to be! No regrets.”

She turned you towards the dressing room mirror and you were left to observe yourself in all of your restrained, rubbery glory. It was… admittedly not bad. Maybe not a "Miss" Rubberhose but still close enough.

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Amid a bout of struggling and wobbling, you were surprised to find yourself far stiffer and reinforced than you could’ve imagined out of this suit. Your arms, still hugged up within their little funnel prisons, could not bend more than a few inches before having to return to their resting place. The ‘suit’ was so thick and coated that it barely felt like you were standing or doing anything at all to keep your posture. It was all incredibly tight and pressurized, yet it didn’t feel painful anywhere.

Now wrapped entirely inside of your new rubber prison, reality set in as you began questioning things like how you were supposed to get out and use the bathroom, or how you’d clean off all the lubricant and goo that was currently bathing your entire body. You assumed the goo was supposed to keep you cool since this was a rubber enclosure, but so far, you didn’t know for sure why that was a thing. Of course, you couldn’t tell Mavin anything as your mouth was completely stuffed from the ballgag. You tried using your tongue to push it back out to speak, but the mask became so sticky and there was so little room for the gag to go that it was impossible. You imagined that was on purpose.

You looked down at yourself, seeing a sterilized, submissive doll in place of your human body. While humiliating, there was something about seeing your body encased by an abyss of inescapable rubber that was… enticing.

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You creaked and squeaked from even the smallest movement, unable to remain quiet. You wiggled around, testing your second skin, feeling completely defeated and submissive to its industrial strength. It was humiliating, and yet... wasn't that why it felt good? Your entire manhood sat in its own compartment, an obnoxious bulge begging to be grabbed and pleasured. You looked up to Mavin in embarrassment.

Mavin grinned evilly. “Aw, poor Miss Rubberhose! All wrapped up and sealed inside with no way to touch herself!” She positioned her hands upon her hips. “So now you suddenly like it, huh? I guess I proved you wrong?”

You froze. She caught you in the act.

She started laughing. “Hmph! You know, I was quite willing to offer my ‘side-services’ to you with no trouble, but after that little tantrum earlier, I think we’ll have to do some… bargaining first.”

Bargaining?

“You want a release, don't you? A little bit of my lovin' while you're in a tight and stimulating rubber suit? Well, do you?”

You moaned through the gag pathetically. She laughed again.

“Really now? You suddenly have such little willpower that you’d do anything for me? And you were acting so above and beyond me earlier.”

You locked up again, blushing with shame behind the rubber. You remember judging people that’d walk into this store, resenting their lack of shame and overall thirstiness as it would give you comfort in your own superiority. Now, you were even lower than that, brought to a level lower than even the average fetish weirdo that probably frequented this shop. Begging to be ‘pleasured’ by a dominatrix while trapped within a rubber prison was something you planned to never tell anyone, ever.

The frustration was getting to you. This woman had you by the balls and she knew it.

“I will ask you this… Are you willing to do anything for a release?”

You nodded.

“Really? Anything?”

You nodded again.

“Hmm, how about this? Would you be willing to give up your freedom to me and become my property if it meant you’d receive my services whenever you wanted?”

You couldn’t tell if this was some type of roleplay or if she was being serious. The line between was blurry. You nodded. Mavin grinned. You saw her do that all day, but this time it was different. It was… subtle, and self-assuring.

“Good… Then we have a deal.”

Mavin immediately reached down towards your bulge, getting an entire handful, and pulled your manhood out wholesale.

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WOAH!!

Your entire body lit and shivered uncontrollably. You stared down at yourself, completely dumbfounded as she managed to somehow pull your manhood through the material and give it its own sheath. The sensory overload was enough to distract you from the fact that rubber could never do this. Instead, the sheath rendered you almost mindless, unable to think clearly as your penis was packed and tightened within its new prison, stimulating you out of your senses as you begged to be grabbed again.

“There… all out in the open and exposed, aren’t we? It’s about to get even crazier.” She cracked her knuckles just before looking you straight in the eye. “Are you ready to become Miss Rubberhose full time? Bear in mind that once you do… you’ll never go back.”

You nodded carelessly. Didn’t matter, roleplay or not.

Mavin receded to her knees, resting directly level with your manhood, and grabbed it with a finger and a thumb. Leaning forward, you felt Mavin’s lips wrap around your member, gulping it entirely as you felt her tongue bury beneath it. You were pressed up against the top of her mouth as she began sucking away, rocking back and forth carefully. You were worried briefly that the thick rubber would weaken the sensation, but that was immediately cast aside as you moaned and writhed from the absolute intensity. This was, quite possibly, the greatest thing you have ever experienced. It was so great, in fact, that the sensations also seemed to travel all throughout your body, calming you down and giving you an indescribable pleasure, like a non-stop ecstasy. It also happened to feel as great as it did odd - you weren’t sure why, but you felt yourself… shrinking. Losing something significant, in a way. You couldn’t explain how or why.

This lasted for nearly 20 minutes. Despite her promiscuity and obvious experience, you were still shocked to find just how long she could go at it. In fact, she was a lot quieter than normal. No quippy or sultry comments or innuendos or remarks. She was completely focused on you.

The overpowering sensations from earlier settled into a lower, yet deeply satisfying hypnotic daze, one that you wished to never end. This was when Mavin very abruptly pulled her head back, emitting a loud POP as she dislodged from your body. Immediately, something felt… wrong. Very wrong.

Mavin raised to her heels, pulling a large object out of her mouth - one that looked an awful lot like a dildo. “Mmmn… you were very good, Miss Rubberhose! After some very serious product testing, I can confirm that your manhood most definitely passes for dildo material! Thank you for your wondrous donation - we will find this one a new home on a shelf.”

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WHAT??

Your heart sunk into the ground, along with the rest of your vital organs. You immediately panicked, writhing and twisting as you tried to make a break out of the suit and yell for help. It was during this panic that your entire body felt far more restricted than before, and clearly not just because of the material. Your arms completely vanished from your body, leaving only the large, puffy gloves stuck to the sides. You could bend the fingers of the gloves as if they were your own hands, but they were almost totally useless. Your legs were still present, except they were now far closer together than biologically possible, as if to form one single unileg. You could no longer bend your knees or operate anything below your waist. It was completely frozen and locked in place. Your mobility, at best, was reduced to panicked wobbling and some thrashing, but nothing that would allow you to escape your stationary base.

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Mavin held up your now detached penis, wobbling and waving it around like a trophy. It was still evidently rubberized, yet there was not a drop of blood or gushing pain. It came off completely clean. “Nothing like a dildo made from an actual penis, no? This one is quite lovely, too - I increased the size of it during the oral process, then once it was ready, it popped off just like a toy.” She waved it just inches in front of you. “Want it back? Too bad, Miss Rubberhose! From this point forward, it is officially MavCo property and deserves nothing less than a spot in one of our stores! Including you, too, actually.”

The implication that you were now property had peaked your outrage, even if you had agreed to it in your urge for release. Regardless, you would’ve called this bitch from hell every name in your head if not for the fact you were completely muted and silent. Not so much as a moan could be generated, let alone a scream for help. You were somehow completely sealed shut - you couldn’t even breathe, anymore, yet you still made a lot of noise in the form of squeaking and rubbing. Your mouth felt stuffed with something thick and stout.

Your silent seething only made Mavin giggle. “Silly Miss Rubberhose, there’s no reversing the un-reversible! Don’t you know how powerful my magick is? Admittedly, rubber dolls aren’t supposed to be permanent, but due to our bargain, it’s a little extra special. I need my employees committing to their roles!” She looked at your chest. “Ah, I see you’re about to fully develop. It’s time to represent that ‘Miss’ in your new name!”

You stared down at your perverse body, taking in all of the changes you’ll probably never be able to undo. You watched your pecs as they began forming soft, round bags, alongside the widening of your hips and the narrowing of your shoulders. Your changes progressed so far and so deeply that you could no longer recognize yourself.

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“There! Now you’re complete!” Mavin exclaimed. “Welcome to MavCo, Miss Rubberhose! As a permanent rubber doll and an official company product, I promise to put you to very good use, most notably putting your best assets first. And I know just how to do it…”

Raising her fingers, you watched as Mavin snapped them together. A flash of light overtook your vision and you immediately went unconscious.

The sound of a crowd perked your muffled ears, and the sense of being in a confined and dark space was gone. Your eyes shot open in terror. No, she didn’t… she couldn’t have… But she did.

You were in the middle of the mall.

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You didn’t move. You didn’t panic, shake, struggle for help, anything. You stood perfectly still in the middle of a moderately populated mall. People walked by you, ate around you, talked around you. Your eyes darted around, mortally afraid of every peering eye, every casual laugh, every smile, every group of people seemingly talking about something. You felt a terror unlike any other - it was the underwear in public nightmare on steroids. In your mind’s eye, you felt people laughing and gawking, taking pictures, pointing at you, putting you on the internet and the news, and every awful thing you could think of. That was, until you heard a voice from behind.

“Bracing, isn’t it?”

You shot around before she could even finish her sentence. “You’ve been there for a good hour, dear. Nice to see you awake!”

You were too paralyzed with fear to actually be angry at Mavin. You instead hung onto her every word, hoping for her to explain what the hell was going on. At this point, you just hoped it was all a horrible dream.

“Dark magick is very special, Miss Rubberhose.” She stroked your shoulder before shortly running her fingers along your breasts. As a middle-aged businessman walked by you both, Mavin got his attention.

“Excuse me, sir!” She said to the man. “Would you happen to find my friend, Miss Rubberhose, very interesting?”

You felt your soul leave your body. This was it. It was all over for you now.

He paused, harboring a glazed look in his eyes, as if being inconvenienced. He quickly looked you up and down. “What about her?”

“Anything to say?”

He shook his head. “I guess she’s a nice statue. She advertising your shop?”

“Yes! And she’s doing a great job.”

“Oh, alright then. Good luck with your business.”

He walked off and continued his day.

You and Mavin looked at each other. She smiled.

“Not a bad way to normalize the weird in our world, no? That’s why I love dark magick so much. It’s powerful specifically because it exploits our deepest and darkest desires. For me, I get to enjoy the fact that nobody will ever acknowledge your condition and will treat you as if you’re completely normal! How’s that for making your condition work? Anyway, I think you’ll do just fine out here promoting the shop. I’ll be back later to check up on you. See you soon!”

You watched Mavin walk away as you were left to yourself in the mall.

You wobbled uselessly, staring down at your rubber bust and then looking back up again. Just as Mavin said, nobody seemed to care much that you were here. You watched people pass by, sometimes glancing at you and sometimes completely ignoring you. You thought about panicking and thrashing to get anybody's attention, but you were already making enough of a scene and were too scared of making it worse. Plus, it was likely you wouldn't get far. Mavin owned you good. You groaned internally, hanging your head. What am I supposed to do?

Realizing you weren't far at all from MavCo - it was right next to a Spencer's - you tried to spot it down the lane. You squinted. Where is it? The shop... it was gone.

Mavin placed your rubberized member on the dildo shelf, now just another part of the collection. "There! Right where you belong. We're almost running out of room in this store, aren't we?" She giggled. "Don't worry, little guy - you're in good company."

Something I wrote/drew a while back but couldn't get it to post because DA didn't want me to use my stash drawings (said they didn't belong to me? It didn't make much sense). I'm trying again to see if this now works - if it sends, cool.

I wanted to try out a fiction/comic hybrid a while back starring Mavin, my under-used succubus. I hope you guys dig it! Major credit goes to KaliraSeibert for proofreading and editing this. DA might also nuke this one.