Whatever Happened to Alan? (Flashback Friday)

 Hola! Today we flashback to one of my personal favourite captions. You can read the original On the Fly caption here. Have a great weekend!

It's Friday once again and as the weather is getting warmer, it only seems right to make our flashbacks a little hotter. This week we catch up with Alan, a budding scientist whose world was turned upside-down when the teleportation device he was working on accidentally spliced his body with his daughter's Barbie, which had been left inside his invention. Let's take a look and see how fantastic life in plastic really is...

Alan hadn't been outside in nearly five years. Modern online shopping had allowed him to exist as a literal basement dweller for nearly half a decade. Alone since his terrified family had ran screaming from the house, he spend all his time tinkering with the machine that had turned him into a life-sized doll, trying to find a way to reverse the process.

He clambered from the teleportation pod, electricity still rippling through his body from his latest attempt and groaned with frustration at the sight of the long glossy legs that formed the lower half of his body. They shone with a plastic pallor and felt stiff like a pair of giant knitting needles coming together to make round bimbo butt at one end. He had gone through the machine with yet another Barbie and the doll's gymnastics leotard now enveloped his body with the same plastic sheen. It was getting worse... Going through the teleporter with doll after doll might seem desperate, but what else could he do? He had tried starting from the other device, going through with the doll disassembled into its individual parts, going through with a male doll, but each new experiment just resulted in a glossier, curvier, more plastic Alan. Enough was enough...

He looked over to the mountain of dolls ordered online in various stages of dress and sighed. He couldn't give up but his this current line of working was becoming too dangerous. With every leap his joints became stiffer, his body more numb – not to mention he was completely at the mercy of whatever ridiculous hair or outfit came with each doll. He just couldn't go on like this. Looking back at the box of Barbies, a realisation struck and suddenly he knew exactly what he had to do.

The basement stairs were treacherous in six inch heels but his feet were now permenantly molded toes down like a doll's so he had little choice but to brave the climb. His legs were as flexible as stilts and he leaned forwards against the handrail to keep his balance, accepting the inevitable as the skin tight leotard rode uncomfortably up his ass Finally, he was at the top of the stone steps and moved to the house's main staircase while cursing the fact the bathroom was on the top floor. It would be worth it however. If he was going to do this, he would need the sleeping pills in the cabinet. He screamed at his ridiculous body as he tripped up yet another stair and tried to reassure himself that regardless of how absurd his existense had become, it was no longer going to get any worse. He was going to figure out how to fix himself if it was the last thing he did. He was going to get that damned machine to work properly but until it did he had taken his last trip through it. Collecting the sleeping pills, he left his house for the first time in five years – in search of test subjects...