I looked at my wrist watch. I was half an hour early, but then, traffic being as unpredictable as it was, deposited me half an hour before my appointment at the Comics Convention. As its name implied, it was a gathering of people who were intensely interested in comics. It wasn't totally unknown to me, when I was in college, I was a fan of comics myself but unlike most comic enthuasis, I outgrew my interest and moved on to other stuff.

The crowd was dispersing now as it was getting late. The site was mostly emptied with some people drifting about, looking at the participating store keepers pack up their wares and get ready for the next day. Different stall holders had different ways of doing stuff, I guess, some stores were very well decorated, complete with life sized card board cut outs of super heros. One even had a full sized model of the Flash. It stuck out very prominently due to his red costume. I admired it from a distance, it looked pretty real for a model, all chiselled and defined and muscular. Unfortunately, it was a little on the shiny side, a tell tale sign that it was probably made of plastic. Nonetheless, I saw some people taking photographs with it. I shook my head, it seemed that people parted with their money for all sorts of reasons for they had to pay the store owners for each photograph taken.

I was here at the invitation of Bruce Wynsfield who was my room mate in college for the last year. Bruce was a year younger than I was but it often looked the other way around. Bruce was one of those people who looked like they were built about one tenth larger than most people. He was also a fitness freak who watched everything he ate and actually kept records of how much he exercised. Like me, he was also very interested in comics. Sometimes I wonder if the near impossible figures in the comic books inspired him to push himself harder all the more. I didn't think he ever out grew his interest in comics like I did. He told me he had gotten a job that involved comics and told me to come down to the convention to take a look. I had taken a look but hadn't spotted him so far. He told me to meet him in the storage area at a specific time. I was early so I hadn't headed there yet though I knew where it was. If I remembered correctly, he had black hair and black eyes, a complexion that would have been perfect if it hadn't been browned by hours of exposure to the sun during summer.

As for myself, my name is Ryan King. I am twenty four this year and quite possible, a direct opposite to Bruce. I was one of those people who seemed to be built on a distinctly smaller scale, perhaps one eight smaller than most people were. Although I was twenty four, I had, once or twice, paid a student fare when boarding public transport and managed to get away with it. Also, no matter how hard I exercised, I didn't develop any muscle mass, diet changes not withstanding. What I did get was a defined body, very chiselled and compact and lean, but no mass, at least nothing like what Bruce.

Because of our size differences, Bruce positively towered over me when we stood together and most people visiting my room always assumed that I was younger tha Bruce.During the entire year, I often wondered if the person planning the room allocation had a distinct sense of irony, but that wasn't possible since as students, we were just a number to the computer which allocated us randomly. It was fortunate that Bruce never took advantage of the fact that I was a lot smaller than he was or my one year with him would have been a most unpleasant one indeed.

It turned out both of us shared a common interest, which was comics which was a great help, especially for me since I was rather intimidiated by Bruce's size. Bruce preferred DC comics whereas I preferred Marvel comics. Bruce introduced me to his world of comics, educating me on just how the Flash could run, how fast Superman could fly while I introduced him to the wonderful world of Marvel Comics, telling him about how cool Iceman really was and how tough Wolverine's claws were.

I grew to become as familiar with DC comics as I was with Marvel comics. I rather identified myself with Batman's partner, Robin. For one thing, we were both nearly the same size. We looked the same too, black hair and black eyes, slim, lean built. There was Bucky, Captain America's partner in Marvel Comics with the same built as I did but he had brown hair, which rather ruined my relation with him.

Something else that we both had in common were that we were both gay. He found my other reading material in what I thought was somewhere secured and safe but it turned out that it wasn't quite the case. I was prepared for jokes or even jeers from Bruce but to my surprise, he told me that he like admiring guys too. That brought us closer together. We never had sex or anything, but now I could openly admire his body instead of doing it covertly while he could do the same with me, he liked small, compact bodies apparentally and my body fitted the bill. It was true then, I realized, the pasture on the other side was always greener,

I was supposed to meet him in the product store, where ever that might be. He said it was within the convention itself but from what I saw, there wasn't any where stuff could be stored. Most shop keepers just seemed to pile stuff around their own booths.

"Sorry Sir,"said someone, bumping into me, shaking me out of nostalgic flash back to what was commonly referred to as the good old days. "We're closed for today, come back tomorrow,"he said.

"Um, no, I'm looking for someone,"I answered. I looked at the person who bumped into me. He was carrying some stuff in his arms. He was taller than I was, but then, most people were He had an untidy shock of brown hair which looked like he had applied generous amounts of hair gel, and remained in physical contact with a static generator until the jel had hardened. He was wearing spectacles with thick frames that was a brillant orange, a t-shirt and a pair of baggy jeans. I half expected to see ear rings or piercings on some parts of him but there wasn't."He's working here,"I added rather defensively. Or at least I think he's working here, I added mentally.

"Does he? Who is he?"asked the stranger.

"Bruce King,"I said. If this guy didn't know who Bruce was, then either Bruce wasn't working here or this guy wasn't working here. Either way, I would know how to react.

"Ah, you must be Ryan,"said the stranger.

I was taken aback. I preferred to know more about people rather than the other way around.

"Bruce mentioned you a few times,"said the stranger. "How very rude of me, my name is Sam. Bruce is working for me." He wanted to shake hands but the bundles in his arm shook alarmingly.

"Um, sorry. I'll shake your hand some other time. Come along, I'll take you to see Bruce."

"Isn't he working...."I began but I looked back in the room where the convention was held. There were only one or two people left. None of them looked like Bruce.

"He's working for me,"said Sam. "Or rather, us, me and my partner Paul."

"Neat,"I said and wondered how to continue. "What business is it that you do?"

"We sell comics,"Sam answered with gusto. "Its a thiriving business these days, with the prices of comics going up."

"You mean Bruce is selling comics?"I asked.

"He doesn't sell par se,"said Sam. "Its a little hard to describe I guess. Best you see for yourself. This way,"he said, leading me to a door.

"Where are we going?"I asked.

"The goods store,"said Sam.

That was what Bruce had said, I remembered.

"Where exactly is it?"I asked.

"Right here,"said Sam leading me up to a section of a wall. I had a good look at the wall and realized there was a door fitted there. I would have described it as a hidden passageway if I was walking in an old, mysterious house. It was so cunningly fitted that it was easily missed by the casual observer. "Perhaps you could help me open it?"he asked.

"Sure,"I said. There was a door knob, but it was painted the same colour as the wall.

"Thanks,"said Sam. "We store our stuff here, and its hidden so most folks don't know its here."

"Neat idea,"I said.

The room beyond was a sort of a store room where there were numerous boxes, all piled on top of each other. It smelled of card board boxes, parcels, plastic and ever so vaugely of sweat and food. At first, it seemed like the entire room was filled from floor to ceiling with boxes, or at least, floor to a pretty high height.

"Yo Sam! Is that you?"said a voice.

"Yup! Over here,"said Sam to me. "That's Paul. This is where we store our stuff. We pile the boxes like that near the door,"he gestured to the pile of boxes that stretched from the floor about the height of a man. "To create a little bit of private space for ourselves where we can take a break from outside. It isn't really that private, but it feels mostly like it,"he confided.

"I see, and Bruce is inside?"I asked.

"He should be,"said Sam. "I don't see him outside."

Neither did I, to tell the truth.

Sam lead the way around the pile of boxes and as Sam had implied, there was a small space there and two chairs. The room wasn't really big, but after tha boxes that lined the walls, me, Sam and Paul, there was just enough room to move about.There were also half opened boxes, full of comics neatly arranged inside. The life sized model of the Flash which I saw earlier outside was in here also, in the centre of the room.

"Hi! You must be Bruce's friend! I'm Paul,"said the other person in the room. He shook my hand vigrously. He was more well dressed than Sam was, and looked a lot neater. He was dressed in a collared shirt tucked out and a pair of pants, both black. His blonde hair was neatly combed back and his blue eyes twinkled with what I would describe as mischef and ideas.

"Nice to meet you,"I said politely. "Um, I'm looking for Bruce.

"You're looking at him,"said Sam, dumping his things down

"Where?"I asked.

"This is Bruce,"said Paul, tapping what I thought was a prop the full sized model of the Flash I saw outside earlier. Paul's finger made the tapping sound that was usually heard when tapping hard, solid plastic. I looked at the figure, sure, it was really well built and defined like Sam was but it was obviously made of plastic.

"This is a joke right?"I said.

"Nah,"said Sam. "Just stand there and you'll see what we mean."

There happened to be a corner that we turned to get into the room. Rather bemused and wondering if it was part of a joke, I stood there and watched. Paul and Sam opened another card board box and both of them brought out a device each. It was one of those pumps that could be refilled but was manually driven. They started pumping the pumps energetically and sprayed the figure with an odd smelling liquid from head to toe.

I thought I saw the figure blink and start to move. I blinked hard. Yes, it was happening, the figure was blinking and moving!

"Easy Bruce,"said Paul setting his canister down and supporting the slowly moving figure and helped it into a chair. "Your friend is here to see you."

"Ggreeat....."it drawled. "Hhhii Rrrraayyyyyynnnn...."

"The polymer should wear of in a minute,"said Sam.

"Bruce...."I began stunned. "Is that you?"

"Sure is,"said the figure in the Flash costume. It seemed to be speaking easier now.

"Need any more solvent?"said Sam.

"No,"said the costumed figure, shaking its head. It flexed its body. It moved normally now.

"No, I think all the polymer's been dissolved. Help me out of this suit will you guys?"

"Here and now?"said Paul with a grin.

"Sure, why not, we're all guys here aren't we?"said the costumed figure with a laugh. I recognized that laugh. It really was Bruce!

Paul and Sam started unzipping the suit. There were zippers cunningly hidden into the costume. The hood came off first and underneath was familiar, and grinning, face of Bruce. His grin broadened.

"Man Ryan, you should really see the look on your face,"he said.

"It isn't every day my friend transform into a human from a mannequin,"I answered rather defensively. Paul and Sam were grinning too as they worked. I got the feeling that the joke was on me.

"Bruce didn't transform,"said Sam as I heard a loud zipping noise and the suit no longer hugged Bruce's buff body.

"Yeah, he was just coated with a polymer of our own design,"said Paul. "It holds him comfortably in place so he can stay still all day without moving."

"Its cheaper than making a mannequin specially for this,"said Sam.

"Especially since we're on a tight budget here,"said Paul with a grin as both of them pulled the suit down to Bruce's legs and held it there so that he could step out of the suit. Underneath the suit, Bruce was naked. His body was more muscular than I had remembered it, he had evidentally been working out, adding on to the definition of his body. It looked more powerful and defined than I had remembered it but it had been two years ago, he must have worked out a lot during that time, I thought.

"Ryan, long time no see bud!"said Bruce, shaking my hand and then giving me a hug, his powerful arms enfolding my slim, smaller body into his powerful, naked one.

"Hey! Not so tight, I can't breath!"I said.

"Sorry,"said Bruce, letting me go.

I took a few breaths to catch my breath.

"Let's give them some time together,"said Paul as he gathered up the costume that he and Sam just helped Bruce out of.

"Yeah, I bet they have a lot of catching up to do,"said Sam.

They both laughed and left the room.

"So this is your job since you graduated?"I asked. "Posing as a superhero?"

"Nah, I help Paul and Sam out,"said Bruce as he got dressed. He put on a jock strap and then a tank top, followed by a pair of shorts. All of them fitted his figure perfectly and only served to highlight his powerful figure rather than hide it. "I met them at my last year in college after you left. They wanted to set up a comic business and they talked me into joining. I help out in their store, and during exhibits like this, I help out in other ways,"he added with a grin. "I hear they get pretty good sales when I pose. They also make good money when people pay to take photos with me. Sometimes, when business is bad at the store, I just pose as a super hero and business picks up again in no time,"he added. He led the way out. "Come on, they're going to lock up, they allow the staff to stay for another hour to clean up before they lock up."

He led the way out of the convention hall and out into the open. The hall was deserted, aside from cleaners who had moved in to clear up the litter that crowds usually left behind. Sam and Paul were waiting.

"Did you speak to him about it yet?"said Sam

"No,"said Bruce. "I...."

"Speak to me about what?"I asked.

"Well its like this,"said Paul, talking very fast just as Bruce opened his mouth. "We're thinking of doing a Batman and Robin display for the closing of the convention on Sunday. Bruce can be Batman but we needed someone to do Robin."

"That's where you come in,"said Sam.

"You want me to be a Robin statue like Bruce?"I asked disbelievingly.

"Yeah, that's the gist of it,"said Sam. "You want to do it? We'll pay you for it of course."

"I thought I was supposed to tell him about this so that he doesn't freak out,"Bruce finally managed to cut in.

"Now we have done it for you,"said Paul rather smugly.

"What if he freaks out?"said Bruce.

"Excuse me,"I repeated louder to get their attention. This tends to work if done often and loudly enough. The three of them looked at me. "What's this about me being a Robin statue?"I asked.

There was a silence. It was one of those silences that needed to be filled up desprately only nobody quite wanted to be the person to do so.

"Um yeah,"said Bruce rather sheepishly trying to fill it. "We are a guy short you see,"he added hurriedly. "We need a small sized guy to do this, and, um, sort of slim and boyish and, well, um, you rather fit the bill."

A mixture of emotions and thoughts filled my head. The initial surprise of what happened to Bruce hadn't worn off yet and now came another.

"So do you want to do it?"said Paul.

"We'll pay you for it,"Sam added.

"Hang on wait a minute,"I said, holding my hand up. "Its not about money, what I don't understand is how someone can stand still like that the whole day. What about food, and pissing and all that stuff?"

"I generally fast for a few hours before they apply the polymer on me,"said Bruce. "Its really amazing but I don't feel the need to eat or piss at all, and I breath very slowly, its really quite comfortable."

"Why don't we show you what we do with Bruce? It could help you make up your mind,"said Paul.

"What you do with Bruce?"I echoded.

"Yeah, Bruce is going to be another super hero tomorrow night,"said Sam with a grin. "Aren't you Bruce?"

"You can watch what we do to him, and if its okay with you, you can be Robin the next evening,"said Paul.

I thought about it. I had to admit it had a certain appeal. Robin was, and is still, my favourite cartoon character. I had always wanted to dress up as Robin but couldn't afford a decent looking Robin costume.

"Sure,"I said. "So as long as I'm only watching."

"Great,"said Paul.

"Be at the convention at ten tomorrow, that's where we prepare Bruce,"said Sam. "It takes about an hour to prepare him."

"Prepare huh?"I said.

"That's the word we use for it,"said Sam.

"See you tomorrow,"said Paul with a grin.

And both of them took off in another direction, leaving me with Bruce.

"Chatty aren't they?"I began finally.

"Yeah, that's what they are like,"said Bruce. "They can talk people into all sorts of things, it took a little while for them to persuade me to stand like that all that."

"I can see they managed to,"said I.

"Come on, let's go over to my place, you can stay with me for the night if you want,"Bruce offered.

I thought about it. Nobody at home was expecting me anyway so why not?

"Sure,"I agreed.

Bruce led the way home. It was a rather long walk, Bruce did not appear to own a car or drive. While I drove, I did not own my own personal car, the car I drove belonged, technically, to everyone in the family and was not for me to call my own.

His studio apartment was small and furnished with what would probably be best labelled as cheap furniture, the sort found from second hand stores and flea markets but it somehow, Bruce managed to make the place look comfortable and cosy. The stuff in the apartment looked old and quaint without appearing worn out, which they probably really were. Life sized posters of certain super heros were hung up stuck to the white washed walls. There were some dumb bells beside a mattress on the floor. Evidentally the mattress was Bruce's bed.

"My own little place,"said Bruce.

"Very nice,"I said and then, feeling that it was expected of me, added. "Very cosy."

"It is isn't it?"said Bruce. "I got this place on a budget and the furniture too."

Evidentally, the comics industry did not pay as well as Sam and Paul advertised.

"I'm going for a shower,"said Bruce, stripping after he had shut the door. He stripped rapidly as I watched him, like what happened in the old days. His body was more defined now, and, I realized, smooth. He didn't have any body hair on him, not even his pubic hair or arm pit hair was there.

"Okay,"I said.

"You can get naked too if you want,"hinted Bruce with a grin. "I usually don't wear anything at home."

"Okay,"I said again.

After Bruce retreated to the privacy of his bathroom which was really a screen that defined the bathing area from the rest of the apartment, I had a look around the apartment. Finally, just as Bruce emarged from the bathroom I started to strip.

"Glad you decided to join me,"he said with a grin.

"Its not like you haven't seen it before,"I said, rather embarassed all over again. I felt small and insignificant standing beside him.

"Your body's developed,"said Bruce, looking at me critically.

"So has yours,"I said. "Only more, I think."

"Yeah, it pays to look good in this job,"said Bruce.

"And you've started shaving?"I asked, I couldn't hold my curosity back any more.

"Sort of, more like waxed,"said Bruce. "Most of me anyway. Paul and Sam did it for me, they said they didn't want any of my hair poking through the spandex and let people know something's amiss."

"And you let them?"I thought, mildly horrified in more ways than one.

"Why not?"said Bruce. He flexed his body and I felt that twinge of envy again at his beautiful bod. "It makes me look better and I don't have to pay for it."

"That's true,"I admitted.

"Come on over here,"said Bruce, putting his warm hands on my shoulders and drawing me closer. "Let me have a good look at you." I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. "Mmmm, you look better, and you feel better too,"he said.

I couldn't control myself any more and started stroking Bruce as well, letting my hands roam over his smooth, hot skin, still hot from the shower.

"You too,"I said.

We retired to his bed where we continued to chat. We didn't have sex, sex was never part of our relationship and probably wouldn't be. It was sufficent that I felt his large, powerful body beside mine and he evidentally felt the same way. We did touch and feel each other's bodies more than we did before in school though. We caught up with all sorts of things, we were very close very briefly when we shared a room together for a year but that was a while ago, and we didn't keep in touch. I graduated a year earlier and had my own group of friends and so did Bruce. I still thought of him though, remembering his body and his humble, gentle, friendly personality which was rather rare in a guy who was big and strong.

I fell asleep with his powerful arms warpped around me, holding my small, slim frame close to him. Even after an evening of inactivity, his body was still comfortably warm. I woke first, gently freeing myself from his hold. He shifted, mumbled something, but didn't get up. I looked him over as he slept there, admiring his form.

He stirred again and must have realized that I was no longer in his arms.

"Morning Bruce,"I said softly.

"Morning,"he answered with a sleepy smile. "Slept well?"

"Sure, haven't slept that well in a long time, with your big strong arms around,"I answered with a grin.

"Me too, I missed having my little buddy in my arms,"he answered. He turned over. "I have to get moving or I'm going to be late."

I looked at my wrist watch.

"Its half past seven,"I said.

"I have to eat and then go to the toilet,"said Bruce. "I have to fast for like an hour or so before they process me."

"Sounds awful,"I said.

"I'm used to it,"said Bruce. "I don't do this very often anyway, just once every six months when there is a convention. You want some breakfast?"

"Sure,"I said.

Breakfast was simple. Cold ham and lettuce with low fat margarine on large slices of wholemeal bread. There was freshly squeezed orange juice to go with it as well as milk. It was simple but everything was fresh and tasted good.

After that, we had a brisk walk and made our way back to the convention hall. Sam and Paul were already waiting in the room. The other people looked at us rather suspiciously as we entered the room.

"They still don't know where Paul and Sam get the model from,"Bruce whispered to me as he shut the door leading to the store room behind us. "They're rather jealous of the sales I bring, I think."

"I won't be surprised,"I said.

"Hey Bruce, Ryan!"said said Paul and Sam when we entered the room proper. They looked exactly the same as before. I wonder if they went to sleep in their clothing or wore exactly the same clothes as they did yesterday. Sam's hair was slightly less spiky than I remembered it, however.

"Hey guys!"said Bruce.

"Ready to be the superhero for today?"said Sam with a grin.

"Sure,"said Bruce as he stripped. "Who will I be?"

"Ta da!"said Paul with a florish as Sam pulled out a red suit.

It was completely red, just different shades of red.

"What super hero wears such a bright red suit?"I wondered out loud.

"You'll see,"said Sam. "Come on Bruce, we want you out there as soon as possible!"

"Okay okay, I can only get dressed so fast you know,"said Bruce as Sam and Paul helped him into the suit.

I still couldn't guess which super hero Bruce was going to be. The entire suit was bright red, as I mentioned before. When they got to Bruce's crotch, they adjusted his cock so that it lay over his balls before pulling the suit tight on him. I looked at Bruce's crotch and saw the faint outline of his cock and balls, it was probably there yesterday too, only I didn't notice. Who looked at a mannequin's crotch anyway?

I finally guessed which super hero Bruce was going to be when they drew the costume up to his chest. The double D on his chest gave it away.

"Daredevil!"I exclaimed.

"Bingo,"said Paul as they helped Bruce's arms into the suit.

"Took you a long time to guess that,"said Sam with a chuckle.

"Lots of superheros wear red suits,"said Paul as they pulled the hood over Bruce's head. "Can you breath in there?"

"Yes I can,"said Bruce. He flexed and stretched. "How do I look?"he asked me with a grin. Only the area around his mouth was exposed now.

"Really fantastic,"I said. "I mean, you look like the Daredevil from the comic book come to life!"

"Yeah, that's why we put so much effort into the costumes,"said Paul, adjusting the costume a little. "Now how shall we pose you?"

"How about a hands on the hip pose?"said Sam. "Legs slightly spread. That always goes down well."

"That sounds good,"said Paul.

I had better poses in mind but I was too polite to comment. Daredevil was highly acrobatic, if I remembered correctly, but I imagine it was hard to do acrobatic poses. The statue probably wouldn't stand very well, especially if there was going to be a lot of people, it might get pushed over. A simple pose was probably best, I thought.

"Okay Bruce, hands on your hips,"said Paul.

"I heard that,"said Bruce. "This suit doesn't shut out sound you know." He put his hands on his hips and flexed his muscles.

"Hold that pose, its perfect,"said Sam. "Spray him down fast, before he loses it."

"You'd better hurry,"said Bruce. "It isn't easy to hold this pose!"

"Spraying you down now Bruce, just a while longer,"said Paul as he and Sam started spraying something onto Bruce. They moved rapidly, covering his body in wide strokes.

"Set your mouth into a more serious expression now,"said Paul. "That grin really doesn't suit this costume."

Bruce's curved grin straightened out to lend a more stern expression over all.

"Perfect!"said Sam and immediately passed the spray over Bruce's face.

"What we're doing here Ryan,"said Paul as they worked. "Is giving Bruce a rough first coat. It just holds him in place, and that's about it, so that he doesn't move or anything. The second coat is a finishing coat that holds him firmly in place and at the same time, gives him a nice plastic sheen so it looks like he is made of plastic. It also feels like plastic too, when tapped or touched."

I didn't reply. I was too engrossed in looking at Bruce's transformation.

"Okay Bruce, you can relax now, we've got the first coating on,"said Paul.

There was no response from Bruce.

"That means its working,"said Sam.

"So if he responds, it means it isn't working?"I said.

"Something like that,"said Paul. "Now we just need the first coating to dry and then we can apply the second one."

"How long does it take to dry?"I asked.

"Pretty fast,"said Paul. "About ten minutes, give or take a few. We usually leave it on for fifteen to be on the safe side, if we apply the second coating before the first is dried, we'll ruin everything and have to start all over again."

"We had better hurry, crowds are coming in,"said Sam who had gone outside to sneak a peak at what was going on. "And nobody's manning our store!"

"How about one of you go out and man the store?"I said. "I could stay here and help out and give Bruce his next coating."

Paul and Sam looked at each other.

"Great idea,"said Paul. "Sam you can go out, I'll stay behind with Ryan."

"Sure thing,"said Sam. "See you guys later!"he said.

Meanwhile, Paul took out some other canisters from a box and handed one to me. It was the same one they used last night.

"Its really easy to operate, you just keep pumping basically,"he said. "And try not to get any on me."

"What happens if some lands on you?"I asked.

"I get stiff, just like Bruce does,"Paul answered with a grin. "Since we're very busy today, its something I rather not happen to me."

"Okay,"I said.

I walked around the stationary figure of Bruce while we waited. Bruce filled the costume really well and it was hard to believe that he wasn't a real statue but a guy some how held in place. I looked at his crotch and felt my get hard. I wonder how Bruce would feel if I stroked his crotch while he was hard and stiff like this?

"We can put the next coating on now,"said Paul, his voice shaking me out of my day dream.

I start cautiously, pumping slowly and making sure that none of the stuff landed on Paul. Paul was a little faster but then, he had more practice than I had. We sprayed the second layer over Bruce rather fast, I guess I was a little impatient to see Bruce as the finished product.

"How long do we wait now?"I asked Paul once the second layer was finished.

"This one dries a lot faster,"said Paul, packing his spraying device away and then taking mine and doing the same to it. "About five minutes later, we can lift him out and put him on display."

"Is he heavy?"I asked.

"Quite,"said Paul with a grin. "But between Sam and me, we manage to carry him to most places."

I wonder if I could carry Bruce even with Paul's help. Bruce was big, and now that I was going to carry him, he seemed bigger than before. I had never even though of trying to lift Bruce up. He had lifted me up many times, because of his strength and my small size, it was easy for him to do so.

"The second coat should be dried by now,"said Paul.

"Can I touch him?"I asked. I blushed. "I mean, I want to know what he feels like." Somehow, that sentence didn't come out the way I meant it to. Paul unsuccessfully tried to suprress a smirk.

"Sure,"said he said. "Let me tidy up here."

"Okay,"I said, not really looking. I felt Bruce's body, he was so stiff and so rigid, it was hard to believe that he was actually a living human. It was just less an half an hour ago that Bruce was and I was admiring his body, and now, I was admiring him was a beautiful display of Daredevil. I traced my fingers on his powerful pecs and felt his nipples under the spandex, they were hard and stiff.. My other hand felt his crotch, yes, I could just make out where his long, beautiful cock and smooth balls were. I wonder if he felt anything....

"He must be enjoying that,"said Paul.

I turned around and he was watching me with a smirk on his face.

"He can feel it?"I said.

"Sure, he can feel and hear and see and think,"said Paul. "Just not smell, because that requires breathing. We'd better get him out, before the crowds come in. The longer he is out there, the more money he makes us!"

Between ourselves, we managed to lift Bruce. I felt his weight on my hands immediately but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would. Weight training at the gym had finally paid off! I supported Bruce's shoulders, slipping my fingers into his arm pits for support while Paul, I felt, carried the easier end which were Bruce's feet. Opening the door was tough as we had to set Bruce down, open the door and then carry him out again. Carrying Bruce certainly felt strange, I tried to imagine this stiff, immobile figure that I was carrying was the same stud I slept with last night, the same guy who held me close and tight all evening and I just couldn't.

"We should have got Sam to open the door for us,"panted Paul.

"Why didn't you?"I said.

"Didn't think of it,"said Paul. "Excuse me, coming through!"he said loudly.

We managed to make our way to the booth, crashing into a few people and stepping on a few people's toes. I did most of the toe stepping, I was walking backwards and I couldn't see who was behind me.

Leaving a trail of pained patrons behind us, we finally arrived at the booth and set the Bruce statue in place.

Almost immediately, a crowd gathered. Sam and Paul grinned.

"Thanks for taking over my job this morning,"said Sam with a broad grin.

I was too winded to reply. I knew exactly just what job Sam was talking about.

Later on in the day, Sam and Paul let me help out in their booth. I was too out of touch with the comic world to be of any real use in selling stuff but they let me help out with photographing the Daredevil display. It was amazing what people would pay to take a photograph with something make belief made real.... and people were queing up to take pictures. I was in charge of taking the photographs with a polaroid camera and collecting money for the photographs.

The day passed really quickly and I couldn't believe it when Sam and Paul told me to turn away people from the queue because it was getting late. I cleared up whatever people there were in the queue and then told people that no more photographs were available.

The crowd started to thin and the familiar atmospher of closing time set in. Store holders began to pack up their stuff. So did Paul and Sam. I helped them move their stuff back into the store and then the three of us carried Bruce back in.

"Thanks for helping us out today Ryan, you did a great job!"said Paul.

"No problem, I had fun,"I said.

"Yeah, now let's get the stuff off Bruce, I'm sure he's eager to start moving again,"said Sam taking out the spray canister from the box. I saw him change the canister attached to the spraying device and he handed it to Paul. He repeated the same action with another device. Both of them started to spray Bruce down.

Like yesterday, Bruce began to move slowly but I was prepared for it this time. I was still surprised though, and how a living, breathing man could be completely immbolized in place to the extent he could pass as an object, not breathing, moving or even blinking.

"Welcome back Bruce!"said Paul.

"Its good to be back,"said Bruce. "Not that I was gone in anyway,"he said.

"You know what we mean,"said Sam.

"I sure do,"said Bruce. "Did you have fun today Ryan?"he asked me. "I saw you taking photos of me all day."

"I sure did,"I answered with a grin. "It was really fun taking pics of you, and seeing people pose with you without knowing you're a real guy."

"Come on, let's help you out of that suit,"said Paul.

I wanted to join to help but I didn't know the suit as well as Paul and Sam did so I let them do the work. In half a minute, Bruce was out of the suit, naked, and he stretched himself.

"Man, posing as a superhero is great but the after effects aren't,"he said. "I feel so stiff!"

"Just take a hot shower when you get back and you'll be okay,"said Paul.

"I know I know,"said Bruce.

"So Ryan, now that you've seen what we do with Bruce, would you agree to be our Robin statue tomorrow?"said Paul suddenly.

"Yeah, it'd be great if you could be Robin with Bruce as Batman,"said Sam.

I had completely forgotten about this. I thought about Bruce as Batman and myself standing next to him as Robin. It was a very nice mental picture, and Bruce seemed relatively unharmed when he was transformed back, and since I was going to get paid to enjoy myself, why not?

"Sure,"I answered. "I'll be Robin tomorrow."

"That's great!"said Paul.

"Yeah,"said Sam. "We get to have the complete Dynamic Duo tomorrow! It'll just be perfect for the closing of the convention!"

"Thanks for doing this,"said Paul.

Bruce remained quiet but I could tell he was very pleased.

"Can you be here early tomorrow?"said Paul. "Say about about nine, we need some extra time to prepare you for your first transformation."

"What do you need to do?"I asked.

"Well, remove any body hair you might have,"said Sam. I remembered Bruce said something about waxing. That did not entirely appeal to me but since I had committed to it, I was stuck with it. "Maybe give your hair a little trim so that it looks more like Robin's hair."

"That sounds fine,"I said. "See you tomorrow? I want to go home for an early shut eye so that I can be awake early tomorrow."

"Okay,"said Paul.

"See you tomorrow,"said Sam. "And oh yeah, try to eat before six, no more food after seven."

"All right, I'll remember, bye guys,"I said "See you tomorrow, Batman,"I told Bruce.

"You too Robin,"he answered with a grin.

I was quite excited by what was to happen tomorrow and I thought I would have difficulty falling asleep. This wasn't quite the case. I was really tired out by what happened and I was asleep in no time.

I woke up next morning a little tired, having dreamt of Batman and Robin, or more specifically, Bruce as Batman and myself as Robin, the two of us as the Dynamic Duo, going up against the Joker, the Penguin.... and other super villans.

I grabbed a quick breakfast and then went to the toilet to empty myself out, or as much as I could empty and then left the house. I turned up at the convention on time. Bruce, Paul and Sam were already there.

"First thing, you need to get those clothes off,"said Sam with a grin.

"I guessed that,"I answered, trying to disguise how nervous I felt. I stripped slowly but since neither Paul or Sam passed any remarks about my physique, I felt more comfortable and removed whatever clothing there was left on me.

"Great,"said Paul. "Hmmm, your hair will take just a few minutes. You haven't got too much body hair, we can remove all of that in about ten minutes. Take a seat please."

"Will it hurt?"I asked, sitting down.

"A little,"said Sam. "But I'm sure you can bear with it."

I wasn't too sure though.

Paul began to trim my hair while Sam trimmed my pubic hair.

"I thought you were going to remove my hair,"I said.

"I am,"said Sam. "But your hair can't be too long or it'll really hurt,"he said.

That was something I didn't need to know.

As Paul continued with styling my hair, Sam began to apply some gooey stuff to my groins. It smelt rather sweet.

"What's that?"I asked.

"A thick sugar paste,"said Sam. "Its a new hair removal thing."

"It isn't new,"said Paul's voice from the other end, above my head. "Its been around for a while."

"Its new to me anyway,"Sam shot back. "Its supposed to be better than waxing because it needn't be used hot, I thought I'd try it out. How is it so far?"

"Okay, I guess,"I answered.

"Now take a deep breath,"said Sam.

"Why?"I asked.

There was a brief stinging, pulling pain at my crotch and I gasped.

"Woah! What was that?"I said.

"Just your first experience having your hair removed,"said Sam. "I press a piece of cloth over the sugar and when I pull, the sugar comes off, along with your hair. Simple really."

He wouldn't have said simple if he was the one going through it, I thought.

The action was repeated a few more times before Sam declared my crotch was satisfactory. Paul and Sam then worked on my arm pits, removing the hair there. When they were done, I stood up and looked at myself. For the first time in what was probably a long time, I saw myself hairless. Given my size and built, I looked like very much more boyish now.

"You look great,"said Bruce, reaching out to stroke my smooth crotched. I wanted to shrink back, embarassed at this display of affection in front of the other two but part of me wanted Bruce to touch me so I didn't move as fast I would normally, and Bruce's warm hands carassed my newly denuded skin.

"Thanks,"I said, stroking myself. "Gee, it feels so strange to be so smooth like this...."

"Okay break it up you two, we've got a busy day ahead,"said Sam.

"Sure,"said Bruce and I.

"Here is your costume,"said Paul, pulling out a pair of tights.

"I've never put one of those on before,"I said.

"Its easy,"said Sam. "We'll help you."

Both of them evidentally had plenty of experience helping people into tights, they probably got it from helping Bruce into his suits. The Robin costume wasn't what I expected it to be. The shoes were connected to the groin of the suit. It hugged my body tightly, as it was too small for me but was stretching to fit. Once my legs were in the suit, Paul reached into the suit and adjusted my crotch so that my package looked neater on the outside. I'd seen him done this before to Bruce and so I put up with it, I didn't really like other people handling my equipment though.

The rest of the suit went on nicely. The green gloves were connected to the rest of the suit by flesh coloured spandex so in effect, I was covered neck down in spadex although it looked otherwise. With some effort, Paul managed to zip the suit on me. The spandex felt very cool and snug on my body. It was a little tight at the crotch area, I suppose I must have been bigger than they expected.

"How is it?"said Paul.

"Can you breath?"said Sam.

"Yes,"I said. "Not that its going to be an issue for very much longer though,"I answered.

"That's right,"said Paul. "Here's your mask,"he said, holding up a piece of black material.. "I've applied some adhesive on it so it should stick there just fine."

I took the piece and brought it up to my face. Sam guided my hands so that I could position it accurately. The mask was then pressed onto my face. I felt the adhesive that Paul mentioned. It was slightly cold and wet.

"You can take your hands away now,"said Sam.

I did and the mask remained in place.

"Okay, now we spray you down with the first coating,"said Paul. "Bruce, you want to do the honours?"

"Sure,"said Bruce with a grin. "You sprayed me down yesterday, and I wanted to return the favour."

"What pose should Robin have?"said Paul.

"Nothing too complicated,"I said. "I think the hands on the hip pose looks quite good, I've seen a few comic strips where Batman and Robin stand like there, with Robin in front and Batman behind."

"That happens in old TV series more like,"said Sam with a smile. "Nowadays, villans are more intelligent and if Batman or Robin stood like that, they're as good as targets for target practice."

"But its a good pose,"said Paul hurriedly. "Its not like their in a comic strip or something. Okay Ryan, just form your fingers into a loose fist, yes, like that, and put them on your hips. Okay, that's perfect, hold that pose."

"Should I smile?"I asked.

"Sure,"said Paul. "Smile a confident smile for us!"

Paul and Bruce began to spray me down. I tried to hold my breath and this was surpsingly easily to do. I felt nothng special as the chemical landed on me but when I tried to move, I couldn't. My body seemed to be held in place by some force. I couldn't feel anything out of the ordinary when I remained still but when I tried to move, something helpd me back and stopped me from moving.

"We're finished with the first coat,"said Bruce. "You feeling all right?"

I wanted to respond but I couldn't. My body simply ignored my attempts to get it to do things. It felt kind of strange, but not frightening, it was an odd sort of feeling.

"He should be okay,"said Paul. "Wait for him to dry and we can move on."

"You guys see to him, I'll stay outside to man the booth,"said Sam.

"Come back in later to move them out,"said Paul. "I can't handle both of them myself!"

"Okay,"said Sam.

"Now your turn,"said Paul to Bruce.

"Don't I get to spray the second coating on him?"said Bruce.

"You got to spray the first coating on him,"said Paul. "We're going to be really busy today so we need to get you both out there as soon as possible."

"All right all right,"said Bruce as he stripped.

I watched as Bruce stripped, admiring his figure as he shrugged out of his clothing. I could never get tired of looking at Bruce's magnificent figure. He folded his clothing neatly and stretched, as if it it was just for me.

"Think he's dry yet?"said Bruce to Paul as Paul brought out a blue and grey costume witha bit of hellow on it

"Maybe,"said Paul. "Why?"

"I want to touch him, and feel what he's like when he's hard and stiff,"said Bruce. "Actually, I don't think I felt another who's been through what I went through what you guys do to me."

"Sure,"said Paul. "He ought to be dry by now."

"Great,"said Bruce.

It was like a dream come through, as Bruce felt and explored my body.

"Mmmm, you're so hard and stiff Robin,"said Bruce as he touched my hard, rigid crotch and I felt a surge of pleasure. "Just like a plastic mannequin!"

"That's what he's supposed to be,"said Paul.

"That stuff you use is really fantastic,"said Bruce.

"Of course, how else did it fool hundreds of people that you're a mannequin instead of a human?"said Paul with a grin. "Come on, the crowds will be here soon. Get in costume."

"Okay, later Robin,"said Bruce with a grin.

I was a little disappointed that Bruce didn't explore my body longer. I liked the way he touched me, and the suit was so thin it was like I was naked and I could feel everything he did. Now Paul helped him into a Batman costume. Bruce filled the costume nicely, just like he filled the Daredevil and Flash costume before. He stood right in front of me and struck a pose, the same post as he used yesterday.

"Like what you see Robin?"said Bruce in his Batman costume.

I did, very much, Bruce was hot, and I could still see the faint outlines of his cock and balls through the spandex. Given how tight the spandex was, I wasn't surprised.

"Time to join your partner as a plastic statue Batman,"said Paul with a surprisingly fiendish laugh.

"No way you fiend!"said Bruce but he was grinning as Paul sprayed the first layer on him. He worked rapidly, coating Bruce in broad, sweeping strokes.

"There Batman, you're just like your partner now, a mannequin,"said Paul with a grin. "What did you say to that?"

My partner didn't say anything. He was already a mannequin, the first spray had taken effect and froze him in place.

"Your turn now Robin, I'm going to give you the second later to give you that nice plastic shine,"said Paul.

He started to spray me again. I felt nothing again as the spray was being applied on me but after seeing what happened to Bruce yesterday, I knew it would make me shiny and plastic like when it had dried.

Paul moved around me many times, spraying me down. He seemed to take longer than usual, but I guess it was because he was working alone whereas I was helping him yesterday.

"Okay, in about five minutes, you'll be ready to go on display,"said Paul. "Now your turn Batman,"he said as he turned to Bruce and started pumping out the chemical.

"Now for a finishing touch,"said Paul. He produced a piece of cloth and fastened it around me. He did the same to Bruce, I realized the cloth was our capes. "There, you look perfect now guys. I'll get Sam and both of us can carry you out."

Then there was nobody in the room, it was so quiet. I knew that I was in there, along with Bruce, but neither of us were breathing. I was so hot, staring at Bruce in his Batman costume, I am sure he was equally as aroused, looking at me in my Robin costume.

I heard a noise, no voices. Sam and Paul were coming back.

"Woah, the Dynamic Duo!"said Sam.

"They look good don't they?'said Paul grinning.

"They sure do, let's get them outside,"said Sam. "We'll handle Robin first."

They carried me like Paul and I carried Bruce yesterday, one of them, Paul, carried my legs while Sam supported my shoulders and both of them brought me out into the convention hall like that. One of them had wisely left the door open so they didn't have to set me down to open the door and then carry me again. My cape seemed to give them so trouble though, I wonder how they'd handle Bruce when it was his turn, his cape was longer.

They set me down aside, same as where Bruce stood yesterday. It was already getting crowded outside. They didn't speak to me any more but one of them, I couldn't tell who, patted me on my buttocks once I was on my feet.

I don't know if they went back and fetched Bruce, it was too noisy for me to rely on my hearing to tell if they came back. Lots of people took photographs with me that day, and I assume Bruce too, because I heard some remarks about how both of us looked so life like. I was surprised that I wasn't bored or uncomfortable, standing there all day long with nothing to do. But there was plenty to do, looking at people move about their business, seeing them come and go, it was interesting, I had never stood around and watched people before, which was why I probably never found out.

The crowds began to thin out as I watched. Perhaps it was nearly closing time? I didn't know and had no way of telling. I saw people starting to pack up their stuff and take down decorations from their booths and I knew that the convention had come to a close.

I felt hands on me. It was Sam and Paul. They looked tired but were smiling broadly, I guess they must have done very well that day or they wouldn't be smiling like that.

They carried me back into the store room.

"Just wait here, we'll bring Bruce back and then we'll spray both of you down with the solvent,"said Sam.

They came back later carrying the Batman statue. They set us facing each other. They then removed our capes and packed them away.

"You guys were fantastic,"said Sam as he started to spray Bruce down while Paul sprayed me. "You were the star attraction I think today."

"Lots of people wanted to know where we found such life like statues,"said Paul. "I think we made more money in photographs than we did selling comics. Talk about a star attraction!"

I gradually found myself slowly breathing again as the solvent dissolved away the previous two coatings. Paul steadied me and guided me into a chair.

"Easy,"said Paul. "Moving can be a bit hard to get used to after standing still for so long."

"Thanks,"I said. The voice didn't sound like mine. "Thanks a lot,"I said again. My voice sounded more normal this time, maybe because my vocal chords were used to being immobile and needed a bit of warming up or something?

Sam and Paul were helping Bruce in his Batman costume into another chair.

"Now take a break guys,"said Sam. "We're going to be outside clearing up stuff. Its going to take a lot longer today since we have to pack up everything and move out."

"I'll give you guys a hand,"Bruce offered.

"No need, you just sit here and have a break,"said Paul. "You earned it!"

"Thanks,"said Bruce. "How did you like being Robin?"he asked me once they had gone.

"Its a lot of fun, now that I think about it,"I said. I looked down at myself and saw the spandex suit covering me from my neck all the way down to my feet. "How do I look like as Robin?"

"Very realistic,"said Bruce. "You look like Robin in the comic book come to life."

"Thanks,"I said, shifting in my chair. I realized just how tight it was at my crotch, I looked down and saw myself getting hard. "I think I had better get outo f this costume before I ruin it with precum,"I said sheepishly.

"I'll help you,"said Bruce. "The zips are tricky to undo on your own."

"Thanks,"I said, getting up. Bruce did as well. I turned around and he undid the zip. At once, the suit became loose.

"Want me to help you with yours?"I said.

"Sure,"said Bruce.

I managed to find the zip and pulled it down.

"Thanks,"said Bruce.

"Ouch,"I said as I shrugged out of the sleeves and got ready to pull the suit down.

"What?"said Bruce, he was halfway out of one sleeve.

"I just felt a little stiff,"I said as I slowly slide the suit to my ankles.

"That's normal,"said Bruce as he pulled his arm out of the other sleeve. "I'm feeling stiff too, it happens after standing for so long."

"I know,"I said, stepping out of the suit. "Come, let me help you with your suit,"I said.

"Thanks,"said Bruce.

I walked towards Bruce but something was definitly wrong. I was moving slower and slower. By the time I was near him, I reached out towards him, more of a plea for help than to help him.

"Bruce,"I managed to whisper, speaking and talking was so hard to do. "I'm so stiff...."

".... me too...."Bruce managed to reply.

"What......"I began but could speak no more. Bruce made some incohrent noise, and then too, went silent.

The room was silent once again. I tried to move but it just wasn't possible. I looked helplessly at Bruce, his big, powerful form immobilized like mine was. I could see his muscles straining and flexing against the unseen force that held us both, we were mannequins again, with an expression of surprise etched on our faces.

There were voices again, it was Sam and Paul coming back! Maybe they would know what had happened! I tried to make a noise but even my vocal chords had frozen in place. What had gone wrong? They didn't apply enough solvent or something? Both of them came in carrying two boxes. They were large and flat.

"Hey hey look, the Dynamic Duo don't look so dynamic after all,"said Sam with a laugh when he entered the room.

"Let's get them ready and we can move out,"said Paul.

What was going on? They acted like they expected us to be immobolized like this!

They opened the boxed that they were carrying. It was filled with something that looked like sponge and had a man shaped depression in the centre.

"Relax Bruce, you're going on a little trip,"said Paul to the semi naked Batman figure.

"Yeah, we figured that since you are such a draw, we would make you a permanent display in our store as Batman,"said Sam.

"Wondering what's happened to you Bruce?"said Paul. "You and your buddy, Robin, are both now made of plastic. The solvent we sprayed on you at the end dissolved away the previous two coatings but in addition to that, it changed both of you. Both of you are now made of plastic and are fully posable at the joints."

"You're both life sized fully posable action figures, you might say,"said Sam. "We're going to ship you back to the store."

"Unfortunately, you're way too life like,"said Paul as he and Sam started to strip the costume off Bruce. Sam stroked Bruce's semi flaccid member. "So we're going to have to make you look more mannequin like before we ship you out. Got the suit?"

"Here,"said Paul. He held out a flesh coloured spandex suit.

"This suit covers up your all too human features, like nipples, genitals, your asshole, finger prints,"said Sam as they put the costume on Bruce, as if they were dressing a window show dummy. "Then we seal you to it with another coating so you look like a plastic mannequin even without your costume, complete with a stiff hard surface and a nice plastic appearance."

As he spoke, they managed to get Bruce into the costume and they made him stand on two legs, with his hands by his side. He looked like a mannequin now, with no human features, only an impressive bulge at his crotch showed that something wasn't right but even then, it wasn't obvious. They ran their hands Bruce's stiffened body, smoothing out the wrinkles in the suit as they did so until the suit hugged Bruce's body like a second skin.

"This will seal the costume to you,"said Paul as he started spraying Bruce down. "Its a first drying sealant, faster and stronger than any we've used so far,"he said as he covered Bruce's body with it. "It'll also give you that shiny appearance that our clients have so grown used to."

Before my eyes, I saw Bruce's body develope a plastic sheen as Paul and Sam sprayed him down and he began to resemble a mannequin, the sort that I saw in stores, before they were dressed..

"It dries pretty fast,"said Sam as they set the spraying devices on the floor. He rapped smartly on Bruce's body. I heard a hard, knocking sound. "Perfect, you sound nice and solid through and through."

"Don't be too upset Bruce,"said Paul, stroking Bruce's crotch. "You've always enjoyed posing for us at such conventions, just think of it as a more permanent arrangement."

"Let's pack him, we still have another one to do, "said Sam. They opened a box, revealing a man shaped depression inside. Sam and Paul both lifted Bruce and put him in the box. They arranged his limbs, which seemed rather pliable, until he fitted within the depression. He and Paul shut the box on Bruce as he stared out, his eyes unblinking. Then, they latched it.

The lifted the box that Bruce was stored in up. There was another box underneath. They set the box Bruce was in against the wall. They opened another box and now, both of them turned to me. I was watching with increasing horror at what they did with Bruce, the whole thing played out before me like a sci-fi movie but that horror increased tenfold when they advanced towards me. I knew I was next, I would be transformed into a mannequin permanently, and there wasn't a thing I could do to stop it!

No! No! I won't let you! I thought trying to get my body to move. I'm not going to be put on display in your store!

"Your turn Robin,"said Paul. "That hard on of yours is going to be too noticeable,"he said with a frown. "We nee to do something about it.". I felt him grasp my hard cock and bent it downwards. I was prepared for a surge of pain as my erect manhood was bent over my balls, but I felt no pain, other than a brief surge of pleasure as he touched my cock. "That looks better,"he said, satsisfied as he folded my cock into a nice, tight package at my crotch. I felt him press down firmly with his palm against my cock and balls, probably making sure that my cock and balls formed a tight, neat package at my crotch. "And you don't need this any more,"he said with a laugh. I saw him reach towards my face and pull gently, the mask that was still stuck there came off easily.

He and Sam started to dress me in the same flesh coloured spandex suit that Bruce already wore. The fabric was cool and tight, sending shivers of pleasure through my stiff, rigid body. I moaned mentally, despite the situation, it felt good, I couldn't help it. The suit only had a hole in the neck and no other form of entry but Sam and Paul seemed to know how to get me into the suit easily and fast. Once in the suit again, Paul gave my crotch a few hard squeezes again, sending waves of pleasure through me once more. They smoothed out the suit on me as well, their hands roaming over my stiff plastic body which was so sensitive now.

Setting me on my back on the floor, the arranged my body like they did with Bruce and then put me on my legs.

"I guess you know what this is for,"said Sam as he started spraying more liquid on me. This time, I felt the liquid tingle as it touched me. Sam sprayed me down rapidly while Paul opened the other box, revealing a smaller, man shaped depression.

"Is he done?"said Paul, looking at me.

"Yeah, feel him,"said Sam.

Paul put his fingers on my body and smiled. His hand roamed over my pecs and abs and down to my crotch. I moaned mentally as they did this to me.

"The coating's dried all right,"said Paul with a grin. "Relax Ryan, there isn't anything you can do anyway. Try not to think of what we've done to you, it'll be easier on you."

"Just think of spending time in your very own Robin costume,"said Sam grinning as well.

"Now its time to join your partner Batman,"said Paul as he and Sam lifted me up.

Nooo! I screamed in my mind as they set me down on the sponge like surface. They started adjusting my limbs, v"See you later Robin,"said Sam.

Nooooo! I cried as the lid came down on me.

The box was completely dark inside, I could only hear muffled noises and feel movement. I was otherwise, completely unaware ofwhat was going on. I can't believe that this had happened. Was Bruce part of this? Did he delibrately lure me into this fiendish trap? No, that can be, because he was as surprised as I was and he was turned into a living posable figure too.

I lost track of time in the box. I only knew that the lid was opened later, but how much later, I did not know. Paul and Sam were there, only they looked different. Both of them weren't dressed in black and Sam's hair wasn't all in spikes.

"How're you doing in there Boy Wonder?"said Sam as they lifted me out and set me on something cold and hard, probably the floor. I felt them put something on my feet, shoes or something? Something went up my legs and covered my crotch and groin area, after adjusting my arms, something went down my arms, over my head and onto my torso. Finally, they put something on my face. They both lifted me and set me on my feet. They started to adjust my pose until I stood with my hands on my hips, just like I did at the exhibition.

"Perfect,"said Paul, stepping back. "Our very own Dynamic Duo!"

"We'll be a hit,"said Sam.

"Let's give them have a look at each other before they go on display,"said Paul.

"Good idea,"said Sam.

They grasped hold of me and turned me around. I was in some sort of comics shop, I could see that, the shelves of comincs, from floor to about eye height.

When the room stopped moving, I found myself facing a life sized statue of Batman. I knew who it was immediately, it was Bruce. They had dressed him again in a Batman costume. This costume looked even more realistic than before and it didn't look like plastic either. We no longer had the coating over our costumes to hold us in place, maybe that's why he looked more realistic. He looked so hot in his Batman costume, I knew I shouldn't be thinking of this at a time like this, but I couldn't help it. His muscles still so obvious despite the two layers of spandex we wore.

"They look great don't they?"said Paul.

"They sure do,"said Sam. "Say, Robin's codpiece is bigger than Batman's!"

"He was hard when he was transformed remember?'said Paul. "I had to do something with that hard on!"

They laughed.

"Let's put them in the display now,"said Paul.

"Yeah, I want to see how they look!"said Sam.

They lifted me and carried me a short distance, I realized I was facing the street, or looking into the street rather. They set me down and disappeared, bringing the Batman figure when they came back.

"There perfect! I hope you're happy guys, to spend the rest of your lives as Batman and Robin,"I heard Paul say. "We certainly are, aren't we Sam?"

"Yeah! You guys saved us a fortune,"said Sam. "Making mannequins like you guys would have cost us a mint!"

"Enjoy yourselves guys,"said Paul's voice. "This is what you're going to be doing for the rest of your days."

"Existance you mean,"said Sam's voice. "Since technically, they aren't alive any more."

They laughed again and then left us alone.

Not alive any more.... I found that so easy to believe. I couldn't move, blink, breath or talk. I didn't eat or sleep or drink. I just stood there, immobile but completely aware, wearing the spandex costume over my now neutered and featureless body. I didn't know what my body looked like under that costume but seeing Bruce all neutered, I had a pretty good idea. I, and Bruce, looked more mannequin than human now.

The days sort of drifted by, I always remained aware, I realized that when the first evening came and I tried to fall asleep but I couldn't but then, I felt no fatigue, and there was no need for sleep. I remained constantly aware though I could tune out if I wanted to. I no longer fought against my transformation, I know that it isn't possible, we have been transformed into unliving plastic, as impossible as that might sound, it had happened.

Paul and Sam wouldn't be turning us back, I knew that now, we were more useful to them as we were now than we were living people. I kinda of admit it was nice, in a way, just standing there, dressed up as my favourite comic character, knowing that Bruce was standing behind me dressed as Batman. If only we were closer to each other or if Bruce was touching me, it would be perfect.

They enjoy talking to us, they seem to like to remind us that we were formerly flesh and blood like they were, though it seems so hard for me to remember anything but standing still on display now. They sometimes adjust our posture when they talk to us after closing time, making sure they touch our crotches, I always feel an intense pleasure surge when they do so, a remenent of my flesh and blood body which was taken from me so long ago, not that I minded any more.

They often refer to us as the Caped Crusaders or the Dyanmic Duo when there were customers around but sometimes, they snidely referred to us as the Dummy Duo. The Dummy Duo, sometimes I wonder if it was a delibrately cruel joke on Paul and Sam's part, after all, the real Dynamic Duo would have figured out a way to get themselves out of this mess rather than resigned to being a window display for the rest of their lives....