my good buddy  Hitori09 made this pic a while back I think its time to post it. also Hitori does a commission art stream every Sunday https://picarto.tv/HitoriArtist# and a Patreon page https://www.patreon.com/Hitori_Artist if you want to see more fine works like this, give some thought to commissioning or supporting his Patreon page ^_^

This story was also made mostly by my good buddy  PainfulElegy usually I make the skeleton of the story and he beefs it up and proof reads it, the roles were sorta reversed on this one so this is very much his style of writing, I just helped a little.


“Hazel Dominguez, you have been found guilty of treason in the highest order, and are hereby to be sentenced to life imprisonment with no parole!” The judge declared, the young reporter trembling in the defendant’s seat. “I-I didn’t do anything! T-this has to be a mistake!” She pleaded, strapped heavily to the seat, unable to properly react to the sentence. “The only mistake here was your sloppiness leaving the plethora of damning evidence in regards towards your conspiracy to sell Government secrets to foreign powers,” the Judge scoffed, banging their gavel, “now get this TRAITOR out of my sight and into proper punishment.” With another bang of the gavel, the security staff proceeded to move into the room, pulling Hazel to her feet and ratcheting her to a mobile dolly. Before she could respond, she was securely gagged and locked in place, unable to resist as the pair rolled her off into the back halls, towards the armored transport.

The bindings holding her in place were tight, and her small frame was no match for their industrial strength. With no way to move or speak, she was left only with the ability to watch through the tinted window separating her from the guards in the front as they drove down the roads. Her original situation was concerning enough, but when they passed several exits that would lead to the ultramax prison most individuals of her type would be imprisoned in, her concerns began to grow. She tried to struggle further against the constraints, growing panicked at what that different course would have in store for her before her actions were cut short by a sudden drowsiness. In her furor, she had initiated the vehicle’s defense mechanisms, releasing a fast acting anesthetic. With no way to stop from breathing it, she soon found herself drifting out of consciousness, the darkness enveloping her.

When she came to, she found herself no longer constrained, but still somehow incapable of moving, or even shivering as the cool air of the sterile facility around her seemed to caress every part of her form. Frantically, she tried to move to get some relief, but found no response from her limbs, despite the otherwise normal appearance she could glimpse from her right arm. Reflexively, she tried to call for help, incapable of properly articulating her mouth. Her attempts to call for assistance as she heard the rhythmic beat of several footsteps coming from the right, as a stiff sliding door hissed, sliding open to allow the group in. Several guards clad in shining metal and other reflective materials stood at attention, nearly identical with their faces obscured by nigh opaque face shields. Their stance stiffened to one of respect, as the last pair of footsteps continued, clearly distinct from the rest given its higher toned ‘clacking’ sound, those of heels.

What little hope Hazel had left drained from her face as the heeled individual entered her line of sight. “Ahh, so this is the ‘traitor’ we’ve been tasked to deal with, hmm?” She smiled, peering over their subject. “It is such a shame when good reporters go bad, and don’t understand when to keep out of other peoples’ businesses.” The woman was dressed in a similarly shiny outfit to the guards, though its sleek constriction to her contours emphasized its sensual yet no frills state. Between the confident, vest like corset, and sleeves, all accented with high heels and ankle length skirt, it oozed of professional yet ladylike demeanor. Her sharp features accentuated the reserved yet seductive style she had accrued for herself as it was clear exactly whom she was facing down: the CEO of Isoprime Industries. “You wanted to find out if we were the ones behind the disappearances and string of arrests, didn’t you? I didn’t realize you actually wanted to see what happens down here so badly, though…” she smirked as she gripped a remote from the table, “if you’re so interested, then it’s only fair to show you, firsthand.” With a push of a dial, the ceiling above whirred to life, a massive slew of mechanical arms slid down. Sudden sharp jabs sent a stinging sensation up her spine as she felt as if her veins were on fire. The chilled air of the facility did little to assuage the burning feeling as it coursed from the sites of the injections. “You see, my sweet, we have a very lucrative business model in place. We’re not only the top manufacturers of rubber based products and raw rubber in the nation,” She smirked, “But we’re also at the front of the line in revolutionary ‘biomedical’ advancements.” Her body slid oddly smoothly around the guards, as she caressed one of them. “Of course, our treatments don’t exactly meet standards of ethical conduct, so we can’t exactly let our test subjects go. Nor can we have interlopers revealing our secrets before the public is ready. And that’s why you’re here, Hazel Dominguez.” Hazel could barely feel as her captor pressed against her chest, though an eerie squeaking was audible as the finger ran across her oddly resistant breast. While the burning still persisted in many regions, where it had subsided now felt oddly ‘empty’. She knew the air was cool, but any sensation that was not heavily pressed seemed to have little presence. “You seem to have been really fond of running that mouth of yours, but words mean little to the nice shine of rubber.” The CEO quickly stepped behind Hazel, clasping her breasts and giving them a firm squeeze. Their heavy resistance cemented to her that her body was no longer supple flesh, but a strong, heavy duty rubber. “Normally, we’d hook you up with our state of the art technologies and integrate you into our corporate structure, much like the office drones you hounded so hard for information. But given your… Recognizably from that recent trial, I have slated a much better use for our resident ‘bad girl’.”


With a couple more presses of the remote, a large ring suspended by two bars shot to the bottom of the room, bright optics from it readying at her feet. “I’m sure you know about our ‘limited print’ collector’s items, given how intimate you became with our systems. But it’s a shame you never really found out exactly what, or who, those were made from.” The ring’s inner circle begun to spin up, as the rings rotated faster and faster, their optics now burning bright. The heat from the laser array was enough to even make her tough rubber form feel sensation as its overbearing ‘sweatiness’ was quickly squelched by a second ring raising from the floor. Contouring and reshaping, it pushed and squeezed the soft rubber as it rapidly cooled it, leaving behind it the signs of a completely reshaped figure. “I find nothing keeps someone quiet better than a nice commemorative product… or being made into one!” Her cool demeanor slid back a bit, as she cackled madly, all of her previous posturing undone by a single moment of intensity. Quickly she reeled herself back to reality, composing herself in time to watch the intense heat reach her victim’s waist. As the second ring reached its victim’s waist, it held in place, whirring, as if preparing some cruel surprise. In an instant a sudden, yet intense, wave of pleasure rushed through her body as a cold rod jammed deep inside her crotch region, whirring and stimulating her far more than she was capable of handling. Its continued vibration worked its way as it ensured the proper size and shape for the orifice and shunted the extra mass necessary for the wide hips. Its rattling intensity and pressure blurred her vision and her hearing, as her captors continued gloating washed away in a sea of pleasure, only enhancing her fear.

She could not drive herself away from these conflicting feelings, even as the ring retracted its rod and continued upward, squeezing tightly and shifting a large amount of the mass up into her chest, allowing the further molding to complete the heavy hourglass shape. With little more modification and more chilling sensation solidifying her body, the completed form now bore little resemblance to its original shape, its chocolate skin tone and charcoal hair some of the few markers still reminiscent of what she once was. Even with the chilling returning her rubber to its toughened state, something about the process had left her even more sensitive than before the rubberization had begun; she could do little to prevent herself from tearing up in confusion as her features were pressed into little more than nonfunctional decals on the smooth surface of her head. Even as the CEO continued to gloat, she activated the final step in the process, the sealing rubber coating teasing and tickling even more confusion out of her as it went about erasing what little was left of her original state. Its bright reds and pinks suffused over the flesh, the tingling loosening her already unstable grip on reality. By the time the heavily glitter infused deep red and purple rubber had been applied up to her mouth, her mind had all but finished slipping into its ‘role’, the ‘tears’ that accentuated her original, now painted, features merely a façade to the changes deep within. “I’m not a bad girl, I’m just drawn that way…” echoed through her mind as the airbrush switched out for a finer tipped applicator, drawing the delicate lines depicting her nose and brushing her eye-shadow and lipstick over the appropriate contours, heavy application handling the large mass of hair, as ‘Jessica’ continued to fall deeper into her role.

Finally wearing down from her gloating tirade, the CEO knocked on the now bright orange molding that was the hair of the 9th replica in the limited edition Jessica Rabbit series. It did little to respond, even if the slightest touch did light the fires deep within it. “Another piece of trash given real, shining value.” She said with a smile, “I’m sure your next owner will appreciate your silent demeanor just as much as I do. Guards. Prepare her for shipping, she’s going to be having a LONG trip.” She clapped her hands twice as a group of security proceeded to move in the packaging device. Their cold hands sent chills up her body as they gripped and re-positioned her arms into the cold frame of the packaging, each further chill stimulated her thoughts, pushing another line to the fore of her mind, becoming more and more second nature. As the last of the accessories were set into place, darkness would soon envelop her, leaving her only to the stimulating chill of her new, albeit temporary, ‘home’. With a long trip ahead of her, she would have nothing but the continued reinforcement from the stimulation of that chilly metal, reminding her just exactly who she was, ensuring that any secrets kept with her were as legible as disappearing ink.