Lance had just gotten done working out, something he was supposed to do everyday, a new urge, but one he found extremely satisfying, watching the change in attitude and body that came after weeks and weeks of working out hard. Why he started, was something he pondered often, never an exact reason or word discovered though.
Time was short so he showered at the gym, and was patiently waiting for his friend to pick him up. He opened a book, and waited, and waited, but an hour went by, and the sun went down without his friend ever showing up. He tried his cell, no answer just the echoing chamber of endless ringing.
Lance was worried, and the streets were quiet. He sat under a lamppost, and continued to read, just wait a little while longer he said to himself. He sat, lit up a smoke, and went back to his pages while the streets around him were silent.
The emptiness engulfed him, and let his mind focus on The Itch that compelled him to read and wait. No question why, no reason to stay, but he didn’t wonder, and he continued to stay, satisfying that small Itch in the back of his mind. Until there was a sudden noise that made him look up.
A few buildings down was a man dressed all in black. Lance couldn’t tell what he was wearing, it was too dark, and now the street lights were going out making it even darker. It was almost impossible to tell, but it looked like he was coming toward him. Lance stood up, taking a few steps back off the steps, and was definitely able to see the other man come closer, and now he could make out what the stranger was wearing.
It was beyond belief, but there he was, a stranger dressed head to toe in slick, shiny rubber. Lance couldn’t believe his eyes, or summon the effort to take his eyes off him as the stranger stepped closer still several yards away. The moonlight shined down on the suited stranger, each step the rubber stranger took, a sparkling lens flare came off his body, it was beautiful to behold.
Lance agreed, and inside his head, The Itch became a little more satisfied. The man stepped closer, 3 steps, 2 steps, 1 steps, and everything seemed ok, it was so nice to look at. If the stranger was close enough, he could reach out his hand, and touch him. Each crunch of the rubber soled foot sent a shivering itch into Lance, and he stood there frozen, waiting, anticipating. Just watching the shimmer, moonlit rubber glow, feeling good about seeing this, and just waiting. Waiting to touch it, wanting to touch it.
Lance’s eyes were opening and closing as the light constantly hit him, and the marvel that was this rubber suited stranger continued to ensnare him. He found it peaceful to watch, if left along, he could stand silent for eternity just watching this man in the moonlight coming closer and closer to him. You’re so beautiful, he sighed, and he relaxed a little more.
Once the rubber suited man was at arms length, he stopped, and took Lance’s hand. Pulling him closer so he could touch and explore, and he did. Stroking and caressing the rubber body from top to bottom, rubbing his hand over the smooth head, and kneeling down to touch his smooth feet.
The suit was solid, almost one piece, but there was one hole in the back of the drone’s neck. Pulling out a silver needle that was inserted into his body, and as Lance worshiped the rubber before him, the drone silently pulled one out of his neck.
Lance was so busy touching, feeling the enticing rubber, he never noticed the drone move, or lay a hand on the back of his head, a tuft of hair between each of his rubber fingers. Never noticing that the drone was holding his head down he was so busy worshiping. The drones hand went up into the air, and he brought it down just as quick, injecting Lance with the needle that would begin his processing.
Lance felt The Itch of the insertion immediately, falling face foreword onto the drone’s rubber foot. His face completely pressed against the rubber. His body twitched as The Itch engulfed him, sending swarms of programming into his body.
The needle inserted into Lance was busy changing his system, turning him more into a machine than a man. On a deep level, he seemed to understand this, and it only compelled him to let it happen, to embrace it. As the changes were happening, Lance recovered from the overpowering Itch, but only so he could lick the rubber feet that were beneath him. There was no urge to stand, leave, or kneel, he just lay face down, licking the rubber before him.
The Itch that was now in him was moving faster, taking his body over from head to toe, flowing into his entire person, the entire Unit. Processing and obeying, and Lance accepted every once of it, he also accepted the rubber foot being gently pressed into his mouth, and finally, for the first time, his dick got hard.
Lance was being engulfed and converted, by the computerized impulses from the needles, and his own obsession with the rubber. Lance was almost completely blank now, almost consumed by the Itch. Every memory, every name was being taken away, and he was becoming something new.
The drone took his foot out of Lance’s mouth, and surveyed the extent of Lance’s processing. How far along to complete assimilation was he? The drone lifted Lance’s head up, and looked.
Lance’s body was shuddering, almost like shivering in the cold, but he felt so good and warm, the consuming was like a fire that erupted his body, and made him want to kiss and touch anything that moved, to spread this feeling as far as he could. The Itch in him was in complete control, and it wanted to spread. The drone looked into Lance’s eyes. The color and emotion almost completely gone, faded. The eyes of a drone.
The drone lifted Lance up, and led him home. Walking together side by side, the drone whispered to him as they walked.
I MUST SLEEP…I WANT TO SLEEP…I WILL SLEEP
All the way home, each step, the mantra was repeated, and there were other words.
THE ITCH YOU FEEL MAKES YOU OBEY
THE ITCH IS LIKE BEING BRAINWASHED
THE ITCH ENTERS YOUR HEAD AND TAKES OVER
The closer to home they got, the more Lance touched the rubber, consumed by the need to touch and feel the rubber besides him. His hand resting on the back of the drone’s head, going up and down its back, and wishing so hard he could bend down and touch the rubberized legs and feet again.
Lance was home. The drone took him to the bedroom where there was a rubber suit waiting for him. His eyes finally turning completely white, he simply stood and waited for orders.
The drone led him over to the bed, and showed him the rubber suit that was made for him. The drone helped the newly assimilated Unit Lance undress completely even stopping to lick his feet since he did so well by not resisting The Itch.
Lance was nicely hard, but the rubber suit was able to contain it. The Itch consuming him completely as it was zipped up. The drone kissed him once on the lips before pulling the black mask over his head.
The drone helped the now rubberized Unit Lance into the bed, and placed a pair of headphones over his ears. Helping Lance as he began the next step of his processing.
