Part (2/3)
The second page of a three part rubber transformation comic drawn by me, starring Dimitri

Part (2/3)
The second page of a three part rubber transformation comic drawn by me, starring Dimitrii Dmitriev aka Rubber Boy. He is such a cool guy and always shares great photos and art, so I signed him up as a ‚volunteer‘ for a secret experiment. In his drink, he got a prototype liquid that‘s supposed to offer a fast and easy way for the government to make disturbing libertines a bit less insubordinate and way more … accordant …
The strange liquid needed mere seconds to seal Dimitrii in a skintight rubber suit that merges with his skin irreversibally. Now it changes his expressionless face into that of a gas mask. His eyes under the rubber transform into clear glass lenses and his mouth and nose merge together to form the filter that releases intense huffs of a boy that both panics and shakes in sexual arousement at the same time. Then it creates a hose going from his neck to his back.
While something presses against the top of his head from inside, making bulges appear in a line from the front to the rear of it, out of his back emerges some kind of bubble. It inflates and becomes a backpack that is filled with a violet nerval poison. It has two functions: Flooding the victims body and mind with sensations of an intensity never felt before, happiness, Hornungs, euphoria and so on, and at the same time lowering the brain activity to prevent individual thoughts or disobedience.
Dimitrii tries hard to fight the mushing of his brain and the corruption of his thoughts, but he is easily overwhelmed by the sexual stimulation he‘s confronted with. He gives in to his desires and as the toxic destroys one brain cell after another, the most important organ and very pride of the human race shrinks to the size of a walnut, just big enough to hear, understand and execute orders.
At the same time, his skull adapts to the changes done to his head. Since he has no mouth or nose any longer, his jaws and teeth merge together and become a thick and sturdy plate of bone that then takes a form fitting that of the gas masks ‚snout‘. The bulges on his head get torn apart, for his skull has also created spikes that now grow to form a red mohawk made of bloody bones. After all, the government does want it‘s enemies, anarchists, skinheads and punks, to think Dimitrii is still one of them, just sexier, so he can easily trick, seduce and infect them. And with that, the transformation reaches it‘s finale. The experiment seems to be a success, judging by what the once so individual and freeminded Dimitrii has become …