(The following story contains themes of transformation, don't read if not your cup of tea)

“So you’re that rubbery hero who keeps getting her ass kicked” the larger of the two touring women who surrounded Elastacy commented, making the rubbery hero audibly gulp as she realized her mistake. It had been a hectic day for the hero, with anything that could go wrong going wrong. First she  had been splashed by a passing bus on her way to work, forcing her to run home for a change of clothes. Then there was her weekly team sync up at work, where she was chewed out for another late deliverable. And then she had to work late to finish said project, forcing to come to the gym much later than she intended. Odd as it sounds, a rubbery girl going to the gym, but it took real effort to mold her form strong and firm. All these combined led Elastacy to arrive to a very different crowd. Long gone were the fit moms and after work fixers, the crowd that greeted her was much different.

Muscles and testosterone, those where the two words to describe what she was seeing. Every man and woman in that gym looked to be preparing for war. Even the Instagram influences, situated near the lighter end of the free weights, were more toned, skirting the edge between muscle head and bombshell hot. It was intimidating for the young hero, who much preferred the casual atmosphere of the earlier crowd. Regardless however, Elastacy dove right in, trying to make the best out of a bad day. She managed to get all of her free weight exercises done without issue, but when she went to use the leg press machine she ran into the two muscle heads mentioned before. Where the hero had left her water bottle and towel to reserve the machine were now the two massive women. A confrontation ensued, leading to Elastacy annoying the two massive women and accidentally revealing(definitely not boasting) her secret.

“So this girl runs around in spandex and thinks she is hero?” the other woman responded, a thick, Slavic, accent warping her words. “Well big hero” she continued grabbing Elastacy by the shoulders so she couldn’t flee “let us see your secret strength yes?”

“Uh, hah, well” Elastacy stuttered as she was basically dragged to the leg press the two women had been using. It was almost unrecognizable, with more weights strapped to it than she thought possible. Like a ragdoll she was tossed into the seat, her legs propped up into position beneath the tube of solid metal while the two women stood directly behind her, one to each side.

“There, now this big hero here can show us your strength. Right Lyn?”

“Agreed, this should be no trouble for a big shot here like yourself?” Lyn responded, playing along with her friend.

“Yeah, this might be a little” Elastacy tried to say, before being cut off.

“See, hero girl here thinks it is little. Great, lets start with ten reps” The woman commented as she leaned forward, one arm causally reaching over the thin looking hero to raise the massive load of weights up an inch while the other reached down and removed a bar from the lower rail. “There, now you can do extra deep set as well”

“Maybe I should start with...” Elastacy tried to rebute but it was already two late. Just a she tried to talk the Slavic woman just let go with her supporting arm. The weight, easily in excess of three hundred pounds, dropped as gravity took its course, accelerating down the track with little resistance. Without the recently removed locking bar there was nothing stopping the foot plate from slamming into the front of the leathery seat, rocking the leg press back in an almost comedic fashion and taking both the muscular woman to keep it under control. But after the leg press was stabilized, Elastacy was nowhere to be found. Where was our rubbery hero? That was what the two wrestlers wanted to find out.

“Well that was a little disappointing” the slavic woman commented with mocked disapproval, lifting the weights causally back into place before replacing the pin back in its spot. “Is this really what American heroes are made of Lyn?” she asked her friends as she stared at the flattened girl, now no more that a smear against the seat.

“Uhh” moaned the hero, barely able to register what was happening to her. It had happened so fast, leaving her a two dimensional image from a bottom up perspective, with her head comically just above her butt.

“Not usually. But she is just a B rate hero, new to the scene too. But this was a little too easy I suppose Zora.”

“This is no hero” Zora stated as she peeled the rubbery mass off the back of the seat “This is rubbery chew toy to distract villain until a better hero arrives!” As if to emphasize her point Zora started to pull and twist Elastacy like putty, before mashing the poor girl up between the palm of her hands. “See, I have made dog toy out of this girl” Zora stated as she showed off her handiwork. Between her pointer and her thumb was the rubbery hero, now mashed up into a perfect sphere no bigger than three inches large. Her features, while distorted and mashed, were still visible on her new miniature form.

“Toss her here” Lyn asked before catching the ball. “Surprising! She would actually make a really good ball for our racquetball game after. What do you think Zora?”

“Lets discuss later, for now let us finish our training. Fun our new toy is I am still in need of a few more set” Zora stated, ending the conversation as she led Lyn to the next open machine. Lyn casually discarded the toy into her bag before moving on to finish her workout.

Elastacy slowly came to her senses, after being left alone for an unknown amount of time. She felt tight and dense, and she quickly realized she was unable to move. She tried to think back as to what had happened, only to find a fog blocking out her final moments. She could remember the two massive women, the leg press, but a fog of darkness obscured the rest. The smell of unwashed clothes rolled over her, hinting to the trapped hero that she may have ended up in one of the two women’s gym bag. Not that there was anything she could do with the info as she sensed her arms and legs were wrapped more than a few times around herself.

The bag lurched, swung, maybe she was being carried now. It wasn’t a long trip, maybe a minute or two. ‘Were they out of the gym?’ Elastacy thought to herself before realizing she didn’t know how long she had been out for. That was a surprising realization for the hero. Dozens of battles with super villains and it was two gym nuts that flipped her switch. Maybe she wasn’t cut out for this line of work after all. Thought’s like this, and the putrid smell, stewed in the hero for an uncomfortable amount of time. Elastacy was almost happy when the bag opened, bright light streaming in, even if it was the meaty hand of Lyn that greeted her.

The hand wrapped around the balled up hero, hard callouses and all, before lifting her up and free from the bag. Giants tower above the poor hero, with massive rackets. Elastacy watched as their lips move, vibrating her world but her ears must be covered since she couldn’t make out what they say. The room, massive as well, was one the girl recognized. The rackets and the room, both were for Racquetball, and it didn’t take much to know what she was. This was going to hurt. The two woman took their place on the court, with Lyn's fingers wiggling under the hero as she prepped the for the game. Two more muffed grunts, then the game was on its way.

Twang Thud Twang Thud Thud Twang the round was in full swing, much to their balls discomfort. Every impact with the wall sent a shock wave of pain through the crushed hero, smoothing out her form with every impact. The rackets were no better, with the thin wires carving a lattice of groves before rebounding her away. And the speed, oh god, made Elastacy sick to her stomach as the world blurred around her. The number of rounds didn’t matter and the score was not even a though to the crushed hero as her body began to take on a reddish hue from the abuse, with a dash of dark purple hatching scattered all over. Everything stung with her heart beat and her new texture and hue made the ball look completely different from when the match had started.

But the match was now over, much to the surprise of Elastacy, and she was just lying there. When it had stopped she was unaware, but now she was just staring forward, one massive food occupying her view. Was this going to be the end of her punishment? The answer was no for our little hero, has a thin metal tube pierced her behind. Her eyes shot wide, the icy chill causing her to panic. A blast of shot into her body, followed by a constant stream of air that began to stretch out her form. Her body groaned in protest, with the hero's body crying out as it was punished in a new and creative way. The world began to shrink to Elastacy, the foot in front of her growing smaller and smaller and her body stretched against it’s will as an empty cavity formed within her. But that was it for now it seemed, as the needle was removed from her behind. The hero would have wept is she could. It was not over for the poor girl, it was only the beginning.

Over the next hour the ball was kicked around the room, bouncing back and fourth as the two muscular woman played a form of kickball with their new toy. Unbeknownst to Elastacy the two women weren't doing this out of spite or anger, but because they could. They didn’t know what she was going through as they talked about their work, the news, and even some new escapades in their personal lives. It wasn’t until Lyn’s watch alarm went off did the two stop their casual game.

“Time already?” Zora asked her friend, planting a foot solidly on top of their new ball.

“Yeah, I have to get going. Have to get started on dinner and such if I want to have any time for myself this evening” Lyn casually said before remembering they were not alone. “What do you want to do with her?”

“Oh her?” Zora asked as she picked up the ball for inspection. It had help up surprisingly well for something she had squashed together. “I was thinking of using the pump to see how big she will be. Little hero needs to be big hero is she wants to take on strong villains, let along simple women like us”

“Well, have fun I guess. Have a good evening”

“You too my dear” Zora responded as she turned her attention to the ball “Now, let us see how big you can get.” The muscular woman shoved the nozzle from the nearby electrical pump back into the ball and flicked the switch. She watched as the ball swelled slowly under the flow of air growing in size with each passing second. Occasionally she would test the ball for tension, as she didn’t want to completely shred the girl. Finally she came to her answer. Three feet, that was all the rubbery girl had in her. It was pathetic. “Really girl? Is that all?” Zora seemed honestly disappointed in the girl. With a sign she tucked Elastacy under one arm as she made her way out of the room, taking little care as she forced the oversized ball through the small doorway.

“I cannot believe how weak you hero's are” the woman commented as she walked towards the entrance. “Tell you what little hero. If you want to become stronger you come to me next time. I will find way to make you stronger. Until then” Zora stated as she walked up to the front counter, placing the hero down next to it. “You, please help this little one make it back home”

“I’m sorry?” the man behind the counter asked in confusion.

“This one. Please make sure it gets back home. Thank you” Zora stated before simply exiting the gym through the front door. The employee, thoroughly confused as to why the big woman simply didn’t place the ball back herself even though she had carried it through the gym, did what he was told. A few good kicks sent the oddly colored ball rolling to a nearby wall, where he hoisted it up to rest with the other yoga balls. With the task complete he returned to the counter, leaving Elastacy like a piece of gym equipment.

It took nearly a week for the rubbery hero to return to her normal form. A week of being rolled around, sat on, bounced and even at one point thrown. Soon the experience of having butts rubbed on ones face became normal for the balled up hero, even if some were on the rather sweaty side. It would have been even easier if she didn’t have a run in with her old nemesis, Captain pain, who Elastacy found out goes to her gym when she suddenly found herself face to face with the rather notorious villain. She rather thankfully, returned Elastacy to the rack and chose another ball to exercise with.

Not that the captain let her completely off the hook, as she let a little magic out with a wink on her way out that turned the rather off putting colors of Elastacy’s form to a more neutral grey. Without her odd color Elastacy found herself being chosen much more off the rack than she had been before. All that extra use led to a little bit of a problem for the rubbery girl, who quickly found that any attempt to free herself from her rubbery form would be quickly quashed smooth by her next user. It was almost a blessing when she sprung a leak, forcing the employee to throw her away after an unsuccessful attempt at finding her air valve. A few day in a damp and funny smelling trash bag was all it took for the hero to free herself of both her form and spell that had trapped her.

It was only when she was walking back home that the words of Zora rang through her head. It had been a whole week in the gym, but it had never come to mind. Maybe she was just a useless rubber girl. She couldn’t beat villains and now she couldn’t even fight off regular women. She might be special, but there was nothing super about it. Stinky and smelly, Elastacy wandered back home wondering what she would do next.