Accept my fate

I stopped and thought about it. I was always attracted to rubber and latex, and I realized the images the machine showed me made me so hungry for them.

Gimps being used. Some being used as furniture, some as sex toys, and other as darker things. I swallowed and realized my cock had grown rock hard again.

The doctor chuckled a dark sound from his nicer tone earlier. "Well well the gimp seems to like his fate." The doctor reached down and started to stroke my cock, I groaned and struggled against the tight restraints.

"I should go ahead and knock you out and send you in for processing, but as your fate is being a gimp anyway what should I do," the doctor said and I realized he was talking to himself. I was already just becoming an object with no say at all in this. I shuddered as I realized how horny that made me.