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[TRANSFORMATION][LATEX/RUBBER] Scarecrow drone tf
The Scarecrow, Dr. Crane, was getting frustrated with his henchmen. If this robbery was going to work, they couldn't be bumbling around like they were. He needed this money to fuel his research and if they didn't get it together, The Batman will have them all in cuffs. In the middle of him barking some orders, he went to a better vantage point to see if the meddlesome bat was drawing near. What he didn't know is that a rubber, goop had seeped into the building through an air vent. It kept itself hidden, motive unclear as it made its way to Dr. Crane.
It got right on his ankle while he pouted and grumbled. It took till it made its way up his right leg for him to notice. Self-preservation kicked in and he was off kicking and screaming, trying to get it off. Every time he grabbed at it, it just crawled up and around him faster. It was rubbery and cool. It hugged every inch of his body as tight as possible. He felt his cock get enveloped in the rubber too, and as it was enveloped, it was buried in thicker layers of rubber. Burying it till it was a large bulge. As it spread, it felt like all clothes dissolved as it crawled over him. Despite how covered he was, he felt more naked than he ever did in his life. Very soon, it covered every part of his body. It didn't stop there A gas mask grew onto the face of the new latex suit. Straw hair had become rubber. His pussy and asshole were filled with thick rubber, they both felt like condoms. But they didn't just coat his insides, they also kept him open. More latex poured in, two large dildo shapes sealed these holes.
His new latex body held him stiff, but he was freaking out. He made a few panicked muffled noises, but that's all he could do. When his holes were filled, he felt like blushing. He thought, "Good lord, don't let anyone find me like this. My henchmen would never let me live it down." He tried not to panic too hard, but he got some help. The rubber started penetrating his mind also. It removed all his worry and a few other things along the way. It rewrote his mind, he wasn't the Scarecrow, he wasn't Dr. Johnathan Crane, he wasn't even human. It was a drone, an object. It could only obey, it couldn't make plans, diabolical or not. It couldn't do science of any kind, just hold the tools. Maybe hand a few materials every once in a while. The only way it'd be involved in a crime is if it was told to. If it got arrested, it complied, it didn't fight back. It didn't try to escape once it was in jail. It never had a name, just a designation: SC-01. It calmed down and accepted its programming. What was resisting? It didn't know.
Scarecrow's former henchmen found him, one who didn't notice the change said, "Ey boss, where didya want us to put all this?" SC-01 said, "SC-01 isn't your boss, it will put the money where you tell it to." It was still Dr. Crane's voice, but it was flat and lifeless. The henchmen stood still, not picking up on what happened yet. "Boss, is something wrong, ya sound weird?" "It is not 'Boss,' it is SC-01." They looked at each other, then shrugged their shoulders. "Put it ova there." One of them said, pointing it to the getaway vehicle outside the nearby door. It follows his instructions, obedient and empty.
It came back for more when it heard a weird voice, "STAND DOWN, CRANE!" The Batman had come down. But SC-01 was unafraid, The Batman was a neutral figure, not a threat. "SC-01 is not Crane. SC-01 is SC-01." It stated, still no emotion. Batman was confused and the henchmen weren't much better. "C-C'mon Boss, drop the act! What's ya getaway plan?!" "It is not 'Boss,' it is SC-" POW! Batman started landing punches on each of the henchmen. A furious flight of fists and kicks brought each of the henchmen down. Batman soon turned his attention to SC-01. "Alright, what's your plan, Crane? We both know who you are, stop playing." He grumbled. SC-01 gave the same response as before. No matter what he said, it gave the same answer. "You're still coming with me to Arkham, this act isn't gonna save you." He handcuffed the amnesiac Drone. "SC-01 doesn't act unless told to. It will go to Arkham, thank you for the command." Batman was starting to get concerned, but whatever was happening to Crane would still make his arrest easier.
Dr. Crane's new condition is baffling. Arkham staff can't make heads or tails of it. He doesn't eat or drink, he doesn't try to escape, and he doesn't even complain about the conditions. It is a bit worrying, but it's made things at Arkham a bit easier. He even helps with menial tasks around the Asylum. He's allowed outside because he can do coffee/meal runs for the staff without making a break for it. One staff member even had him run to an atm for him and John didn't try to take the money to fund his research. Some have abused this obedience so he'd perform sexual favors, but there's a price for everything.
The delusion of being an object can probably be worked out with some therapy.
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I need this rn cuz I'm sick and I've been miserable for the past few days. Drone tfs are great
It got right on his ankle while he pouted and grumbled. It took till it made its way up his right leg for him to notice. Self-preservation kicked in and he was off kicking and screaming, trying to get it off. Every time he grabbed at it, it just crawled up and around him faster. It was rubbery and cool. It hugged every inch of his body as tight as possible. He felt his cock get enveloped in the rubber too, and as it was enveloped, it was buried in thicker layers of rubber. Burying it till it was a large bulge. As it spread, it felt like all clothes dissolved as it crawled over him. Despite how covered he was, he felt more naked than he ever did in his life. Very soon, it covered every part of his body. It didn't stop there A gas mask grew onto the face of the new latex suit. Straw hair had become rubber. His pussy and asshole were filled with thick rubber, they both felt like condoms. But they didn't just coat his insides, they also kept him open. More latex poured in, two large dildo shapes sealed these holes.
His new latex body held him stiff, but he was freaking out. He made a few panicked muffled noises, but that's all he could do. When his holes were filled, he felt like blushing. He thought, "Good lord, don't let anyone find me like this. My henchmen would never let me live it down." He tried not to panic too hard, but he got some help. The rubber started penetrating his mind also. It removed all his worry and a few other things along the way. It rewrote his mind, he wasn't the Scarecrow, he wasn't Dr. Johnathan Crane, he wasn't even human. It was a drone, an object. It could only obey, it couldn't make plans, diabolical or not. It couldn't do science of any kind, just hold the tools. Maybe hand a few materials every once in a while. The only way it'd be involved in a crime is if it was told to. If it got arrested, it complied, it didn't fight back. It didn't try to escape once it was in jail. It never had a name, just a designation: SC-01. It calmed down and accepted its programming. What was resisting? It didn't know.
Scarecrow's former henchmen found him, one who didn't notice the change said, "Ey boss, where didya want us to put all this?" SC-01 said, "SC-01 isn't your boss, it will put the money where you tell it to." It was still Dr. Crane's voice, but it was flat and lifeless. The henchmen stood still, not picking up on what happened yet. "Boss, is something wrong, ya sound weird?" "It is not 'Boss,' it is SC-01." They looked at each other, then shrugged their shoulders. "Put it ova there." One of them said, pointing it to the getaway vehicle outside the nearby door. It follows his instructions, obedient and empty.
It came back for more when it heard a weird voice, "STAND DOWN, CRANE!" The Batman had come down. But SC-01 was unafraid, The Batman was a neutral figure, not a threat. "SC-01 is not Crane. SC-01 is SC-01." It stated, still no emotion. Batman was confused and the henchmen weren't much better. "C-C'mon Boss, drop the act! What's ya getaway plan?!" "It is not 'Boss,' it is SC-" POW! Batman started landing punches on each of the henchmen. A furious flight of fists and kicks brought each of the henchmen down. Batman soon turned his attention to SC-01. "Alright, what's your plan, Crane? We both know who you are, stop playing." He grumbled. SC-01 gave the same response as before. No matter what he said, it gave the same answer. "You're still coming with me to Arkham, this act isn't gonna save you." He handcuffed the amnesiac Drone. "SC-01 doesn't act unless told to. It will go to Arkham, thank you for the command." Batman was starting to get concerned, but whatever was happening to Crane would still make his arrest easier.
Dr. Crane's new condition is baffling. Arkham staff can't make heads or tails of it. He doesn't eat or drink, he doesn't try to escape, and he doesn't even complain about the conditions. It is a bit worrying, but it's made things at Arkham a bit easier. He even helps with menial tasks around the Asylum. He's allowed outside because he can do coffee/meal runs for the staff without making a break for it. One staff member even had him run to an atm for him and John didn't try to take the money to fund his research. Some have abused this obedience so he'd perform sexual favors, but there's a price for everything.
The delusion of being an object can probably be worked out with some therapy.
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I need this rn cuz I'm sick and I've been miserable for the past few days. Drone tfs are great
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