Kobold Cleaners

WARNING! This story contains transformation, mind alteration, face-sitting, and other odd themes and events. If this does not appeal to you, I would recommend you do not read any further.


	Charlie rapped his fist against the solid metal door for the fifth time, sighing aloud. The young man had applied for a job at some obscure chemical engineering company, specializing in god-knows-what. After a very brief phone interview with an especially excitable man, he received a short email telling him to arrive at a building almost an hour away from his home, and to "expect a cold reception." Charlie had now been standing outside of this decrepit old building for twenty minutes, sweating straight through his brand new shirt and slamming his fist against the door. He sighed, dropping his head and exhaling loudly.
"Why am I still here? I should've already-" the mans speech was interrupted by a loud crackling sound eminating from his right. Charlie glanced over, only now noticing a rusted intercom mounted in the cracked cement wall. "Um... hello?" He spoke slowly, pressing his finger against the worn metal.
"Yes? Hello, yes? Who's there? Come on, speak up! We're busy! Who is it!" a hyperactive and high pitched voice yapped through the old speaker. "Umm, yeah I'm here for an interview? I was told to come here?"
"Oh! Yesyesyesyes! You are David, correct?"
"Um... no?"
"Andrew?"
"No..."
"Michael?"
"Um, it's Charlie-"
"Oh yes! Charlie! Sorry about that, we've got many applicants interviewing today! Please come in!" The voice shouted at him as the door clicked slightly. Charlie pulled on the handle, the door now unlocked, and slowly walked inside.

	A white artificial light washed over the man as he entered the entryway. After a few cursory steps, the same energetic voice from moments ago began to ramble over a few old loudspeakers inside the building. "So! A few minor details before the interview begins. We are currently on a sliiiight lockdown of sorts due to a minor chemical leak. Don't worry, you don't need to be concerned! We are cleaning up as I speak. Now, due to this issue, we require you to change out of your current clothing and put on one of the various garments we have made available." Charlie glanced over to his right, noticing various types of lab gear and clothing hanging against a wall. Before he could get a word in, the voice once again began speaking as quickly as always.
"Please put your clothing in that chute to your right, and we can begin the interview. Don't worry, we'll give you your clothes back! Just a safety precaution!" the sound of a phone hanging up cut through the room, leaving Charlie alone in a silent white room.
"Ugh... they're lucky I need this job..." he groaned, making his way over to the clothing rack.

	Charlie sifted through the various lab coats and miscellaneous pieces of gear, hoping to find something halfway decent. He spent a few minutes glaring at the garments while occasionally mumbling under his breath. The familiar crackling of the speakers overtook the room again, and the energetic supervisor once more yelped out.
"As I said before, we are VERY busy, so I need you to go ahead and hurry up! I would recommend the clean room suit on the right hook, one size fits all, very comfortable, etcetera etcetera, please hurry!" Charlie jumped slightly and the man's sudden urgency, before quickly grabbing the suggested item and clothing himself with it. "Jeez! Talk about impatience!" he groaned as he pulled the strange cloth and rubber garment over himself. Charlie tossed his clothes in the chute before standing still and waiting for another response. "Great! Please proceed to room 17 down the hall and we can get started!"

	Much like the rest of the building, the aforementioned "room 17" was very sparsely decorated, with nothing but two identical chairs, both bolted to the floor, and some kind of computer set in the far wall. He took a moment to inspect the rather unimpressive room, before once again being interrupted by the announcer, who insisted he take a seat and wait. Rolling his eyes, the man once again groaned at the impatient man who had been rushing him from the second he arrived. The moment Charlie sat down, a loud clank rang through the room as metal cuffs clamped around his wrists and ankles.
"Congratulations! You're hired!" The overly enthusiastic voice shouted through the speakers as Charlie let out a frightened shout.

	Shortly after, the door opened behind him, its sound accompenied by light squeaking.
"Congratulations on getting the job!" Another voice, almost identical to the one he heard over the loudspeaker. The source of the voice made its way in front of Charlie, revealing itself and causing him to freeze in shock. In front of him stood a glossy black and yellow creature, standing at about four feet tall. His chest featured a couple of bolded words, marking him as "Custodial Staff". His face was obscured with a black rubber gasmask, and its hands in feet clad in matching boots and gloves, the latter of which seemed to be shaped to perfectly fit his digits. A short and thick tail waved in the air behind it, slightly lifted. As it walked, one of his gloved claws lightly squeezed the bulging mound of rubber between its legs, which featured a black biohazard symbol. The creature hummed lightly behind its mask as it crawled onto the chair opposite of Charlie, before plopping down and staring directly at the man with its emotionless lenses.
"We've already got many cleaners, but we could always use more! Always more cleaning to be done! This building is so dirty." The creature ended with a disgusted tone. "I mean, look at this room! Not an ounce of rubber!" The creature rambled on in its hurried voice, gesturing around the room with one of its glistening black and yellow arms. Charlie watched on in shock before shaking his head, pulling himself out of his stupor.
"W-what are you?" he asked in a shaky voice. The thing sitting across from him suddenly darted its head back, stopping in its tracks.
"Oh, yes, of course! How rude of me! I completely forgot to introduce myself." it dropped off the chair in front of him, pulling itself into a sharp salute and freezing in place. "Kobold cleaner alpha oh-three-six, at your service!" Charlie shouted back,
"What the hell are you talking about?! I thought this was a janitorial job!" the "Cleaner" chuckled, returning to a normal pose before responding.
"Of course it is! Didn't you read the suit?" he said, pointing towards the black letters painted on his chest.
"Don't worry, you've already been hired! No need to be concerned! We'll get you rubberized and ready in no time!"
"I'm not concerned! I don't want whatever you're offering! Let me go!" Charlie shouted, pulling against the restraints. The kobold stood still for a moment before breaking out in laughter. "Hahahaha! Oh, you are HILARIOUS!" The room was filled with obnoxious laughter as the kobold collapsed to the floor. The kobold suddenly stopped just as quickly as he started, quickly standing up and looking back at Charlie.
"But we're busy. Much cleaning to do, no time for jokes. Give me a moment and I'll get your uniform ready!" The cleaner excitedly shouted, running over to the computer in the wall.

	Charlie had been sitting for what felt like an hour, staring at his captor across the room. The rubbery creature had been loudly typing away, excitedly humming and slowly waving its rear back and forth with it's tail lifted, exposing its ass. Every once in a while the man would shout, either asking for help or demanding release, only to be met by chuckling and occasional comments about "joking on the job" from the kobold. Once Charlie had given up trying to reason with the creature, it jumped back from the wall and looked back at him.
"Alright! Just a few minutes more and you'll be ready to get to work!" Charlie glared at the kobold, preparing to shout at him once again, before a cold sensation overtook his body. Looking down, he saw that the suit he was wearing was beginning to... melt. The rubber material of the suit was quickly liquifying and discoloring, tightening against his body. The man opened his mouth again to shout, only to have the liquified rubber push into his mouth, effectively gagging him. Frantically glancing around, Charlie briefly saw his captor before the rubber pulsed, engulfing his head and cutting off his sight. The suit grew tighter by the second. He could feel the rubber seeping through his skin, infecting every cell of his body. His body slowly began to shift, becoming shorter by the second as his digits shifted to a thicker shape, and reducing the number of fingers on each of his hands to four. While his body slowly changed to match the kobold across the room, a sudden pressure began to push above his ass. With another pulse, the rubber quickly extended into a tail that he instinctively raised. As he did so, more rubber suddenly formed, coalescing around his newly formed tailhole before pressing inside. The rubber quickly solidified into a sizable plug that melded to his rubbery skin, ass cheeks inflating slightly along with it. His featureless rubber face suddenly pressed forward, latex lightly squeaking as a smooth gasmask took the place of his face. As his changes came to a close, boots and gloves, perfectly molded to fit his new appendages manifested themselves out of the rubber, along with several markings, including a beta symbol on his shoulder, and a biohazard symbol on his bulge. Finally the latex coating him began to solidify, before a final pulse coated the mans brain in rubber and began to alter his mind.

	Everything that made Charlie himself was slowly and systematically deleted, some unknown system deeming it unnecessary. Memories and personality traits were erased, replaced by an emptiness that permeated every corner of his mind. Family, friends, hobbies and skills, all removed. Every detail was scrubbed away until the man was simply a blank shell. A few moments passed before the rubber that subsumed his skull pulsed a final time as it began pumping information into his head. A designation was forced into his mind as he was taught everything he needed to know for his new position. The concept of cleaning was pushed to an extreme, the newly formed kobold now believing that anything but rubber was completely unclean, and the very concept of cleaning now unbelievably pleasurable. He wanted to convert everything and everyone to rubber, to make everything clean. Within moments, the new cleaner was finished, his mind perfectly organized and empty. He was complete.

	Kobold Cleaner Beta 003 stepped off of his chair, saluting and standing at attention. His filtered voice rang out, the kobold announcing himself with a cheerful tone, practically indistinguishable from the others.
"Kobold Cleaner Beta Oh-Oh-Three ready for duty!"
His ass clenched against the plug seated deep within him, bulge straining with arousal as he awaited a response from his fellow cleaner. 036 watched on in glee, lightly groping its bulge and laughing giddily as it observed the cleaning process. He stopped himself, taking a similar pose to the new recruit before once again speaking.
"Congratulations on completing training, Oh-Oh-Three! But there's one more process you need to complete before you're ready to work!" the kobold announced, running out of the room. 003 stood almost motionless, his rubber body shaking slightly in anticipation, before the other cleaner reentered the room carrying a bottle of rubber polish.
"Please lay down!" he ordered cheerfully.

	The new cleaner groped his bulge, eagerly watching his fellow kobolds rear slowly approach his masked face. 036 had spent the past few minutes thoroughly lathering his backside in polish, claiming that this was the best way to polish another cleaner. It seemed remarkably inneffecient, but 003 didn't mind. The drone knew that he could be working, but the other kobolds proposition was too tempting to ignore. The looming cleaner suddenly dropped, plopping his thick ass onto his fellow drones muzzle. 003 let out a short moan, the other kobold chuckling as he pressed down, his polish-covered ass squeaking back and forth as he applied the thick liquid through rather unconventional, albiet pleasurable means. 003's sinuses were thoroughly infected by the scent of the other drones butt, a heady rubber in tandem with the overwhelming chemical stench of the polish. As the kobold inhaled deeply, a hint of musk somehow made its way through, driving the cleaner mad, his arousal threatening to break the mound of rubber sitting between his thighs. The kobold raised its gloved hands and roughly grabbed the ass sat on his face, pressing the cheeks against his head and rubbing his muzzle against the base of 036's plug, eliciting moans from the both of them. As the lower kobold was preoccupied with his rubbery ass, 036 began to polish the rest of the new cleaners body. He emptied the bottle of polish into his gloved claws, slowly caressing his fellow drones body, light squeaking accompanying every slight move. It was going to be a long night.

	Hours passed with the two joined in complete ecstasy. 003 continued to greedily sniff the other kobolds rear, moaning and writhing in pleasure as the ass cheeks clenched against his muzzle and forced more of the delightful smell into his face. 036 sat above him, his own bulge now straining just like the other kobolds, brought on by his squirming underneath his butt. He had long since finished polishing, his gloves now slowly and obsessively caressing the new cleaners bulge, and what little of his ass he could reach. Soon the two would have to begin their work, and bring their little session to an end. But it didn't matter to them. There were always more people to clean.