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Absolutely, his breakthrough has caught two of his colleagues in the eye of the storm.

First up is Dr. Alex, who lives in his biker suits. His sleek, tight, zipless gear screams boldness, merging edge with science in a way that's hard to ignore.

Then there's Dr. Marcus, the silver fox of RUBBERCORE. Age hasn't touched him, or so it seems with his muscular build perfectly encased in a glossy rubber wetsuit, challenging the very idea of what clothes should be.

But beneath the surface of RUBBERCORE, a darker reality unfolds. Here, everyone wears rubber as a badge of honor, a sign of their commitment. Yet, not all are the brains behind the breakthroughs or the faces of success. Someone has to be a test subject, right?

When you offhandedly expressed your fondness for rubber suits and gas masks to him, joking that you wouldn't mind living in them, he took you at your word—a little too seriously, perhaps. You couldn't have guessed that this man you'd matched with on the dating app had access to a high-tech biological lab where boundaries were pushed and ethics norms were bent.

Now, your existence has radically changed. Your skin is a self-lubed rubber that stretches over muscles that have grown surprisingly large and glossy, particularly your pecs that shine and bulge as if they were sculpted to show off. There's no hair left anywhere, and the face you once recognized in the mirror has merged with the contours of a permanent GP-5 gas mask.

You're fed a steady diet through the hose attached to what used to be your mouth — a concoction rich in proteins and brimming with hormone mixtures that make your new, huge muscles glisten and your body swell.

As for your mind, it's not quite as sharp as it used to be. The constant flow of hormones, aimed at bloating your muscles, seems to have muddled your thoughts, leaving you with a simpler outlook on this strange new life.

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