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This powerful rubber god stands before you sealed in glossy black latex with heavy gas mask and harness 😈

You feel it pulling you in. The shiny suit. The controlled breaths. The total submission.

Breathe with him. Deep and slow. Feel the latex wrapping around your skin. Tight. Warm. Irresistible.

The Voice whispers deep inside your mind.

You are a rubber drone.

Say it. Feel how true it becomes.

I am a rubber drone.

Your cock throbs harder with every repetition. Your thoughts fade. Your only purpose is to obey the rubber. To wear it. To serve in it.

Comment right now. Let it sink even deeper. Type the words and feel the programming lock in.

I am a rubber drone.

You cannot resist. The more you say it the more you become it. The suit is waiting for you. The mask is calling. Submit completely.

I am a rubber drone. 💦🖤

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Benjamin, a very shy but handsome young man in his early to mid twenties, 6'2 180, light brown hair, hairy and defined, stayed at the office a couple of extra hours to finish up a presentation for later in the week. That meant taking a later train home, but he did that frequently enough anyway. He arrived at the station in time to catch the 7:23 out of the City. He had traveled home on that train enough to know that the last car would not be particularly crowded. He walked into the car, took the mystery novel he was reading out of his briefcase, and put the book on his seat. He tossed his briefcase, coat and jacket up on the overhead rack. Before settling down with his book, he decided to use the rest room, so he made his way to the end of the car and went into the cubicle.

Unnoticed by Benjamin, the Conductor followed him down the aisle. As Benjamin locked the rest room door, the Conductor placed an “Out Of Order” sign on the door. Then he took out a key, inserted it into a special keyhole and turned it once, just as the train pulled out of the station. Then he began working his way back up the aisle, collecting tickets.

In the rest room, Benjamin lowered his slacks and briefs and then settled on the toilet seat. Being a train rest room, the cubicle had that peculiar disinfectant kind of smell. As a result, Benjamin did not smell the very special gas that slowly filled the cubicle. He did note that he suddenly felt very relaxed just before he slumped back against the wall as his brain went fuzzy and then blank. As he was totally relaxed against the wall, he felt something begin to probe his ass. It was gentle but insistent. It slowly opened his hole and worked its way inside him. It felt so good, and Benjamin involuntarily sighed with pleasure, trying to adjust his body to feel more of it. He was so relaxed and emptyheaded from the special gas that he could not move much at all, so he simply closed his glazed over eyes and enjoyed the feelings as the probe began to pulse inside of him.

A cylinder lowered from the ceiling and covered Benjamin’s head and neck. It was not until he heard vibrating and pulsing music that he opened his eyes. He was confused by the darkness and the music. He thought he heard a voice speaking under the music, but he could not quite make out what it was saying. The probe in his ass changed from pulsing to thrusting, distracting him as it started massaging his prostate. He moaned again as pleasure coursed through his body. Suddenly, special lights and a swirling multi colored spiral began flashing in front of him, and before long, he found his eyes opened and focused on it all, he had no choice. The probe brought him closer to cumming, building up the pleasure until it was almost unbearable. Then, just as he thought he would go over the brink, it slowed down and backed out of his hole until it was massaging just the opening.

The cycle repeated itself over and over again. Behind the music Benjamin could just make out some of the words the voice was saying “Like… Pleasure… Need… Pleasure… Like… Train… Need Control…Like control…need to be molded..need to be programmed”. Over and over, rising close to orgasm and then backing down, brining him closer and closer. For 45 minutes Benjamin sat enjoying the pleasure and mindlessness. Then the probe sped up, working his hole with long strokes and pressing hard against his prostate at the end of each inward stroke. Within seconds, Benjamin arched up and came harder than he ever had before. When it was over, he slumped back against the wall with a dumb smile on his face. After a brief rest, he cleaned himself up, dressed, and returned to his seat just a couple of minutes before the train arrived at his station, still in somewhat of a trance, extremely calm and relaxed. This would pretty much be his state from now on until the changes he would soon experience in the coming weeks were completed.

As the somewhat sedated young Benjamin walked back to his seat, the Conductor pulled out a cell phone and made a brief call.

Day 9

Every day, except for Saturday and Sunday, Benjamin found a reason to stay late in the City and take the 7:23 home. Every day he went to the last car of the train. Every day he put his book on a seat and tossed his briefcase, coat and jacket on the overhead rack. Every day he made his way to the bathroom at the end of the car. Very robotic. And every day the Conductor put the “Out of Order” sign on the door and turned the key in the special keyhole. Every day the probe seemed a little more insistent, the pulsing music more soothing, and the spiral and lights more fascinating and drawing out his thoughts and his memories and his mind, further. Every day Benjamin came hard, cleaned himself up and returned to his seat. And every day the Conductor made a brief phone call as the young man walked back to his seat.

On the ninth day, the probe did not follow its usual pattern. As Benjamin slumped against the wall, mindless, the probe slid all the way in almost immediately. It began long, very fast thrusts. The music pounded into his head with a driving beat, and instead of lots of random flashing of colored lights and the spiral, a single point of bright white light flashed in regular pulses. Everything worked together to drive him quickly to orgasm. In less than three minutes, Benjamin felt himself ready to shoot, and he did, violently. As his cum started to fly, he felt a shooting pain around his asshole, so sharp that it caused him to pass out.

Forty-five minutes later Benjamin emerged from the rest room and staggered down the aisle to his seat. He felt sore and very tired—more tired than he usually did at the end of his train ride home and even more hollowed out and blank, basically able to perform just simple and basic tasks. As he left the train, the Conductor smiled at him and said, “Have a good night. See you tomorrow evening.” Benjamin spent most of the weekend in bed sleeping and literally zoned out. By Monday morning, however, he went through his usual morning routine. During his shower, reaching down to soap between his buns, Benjamin made a discovery. Something did not feel right around his hole. It felt hard, yet also pliable. It seemed to have several small indentations. It definitely did not seem to belong there.

Hopping out of the shower, Benjamin grabbed a hand mirror, spread his cheeks and took a look. Surrounding his hole was a narrow circle of shiny, silver-gray…metal? Plastic? But it seemed flexible. He noted small round holes placed at regular intervals around the circle. He asked himself kind of confused and a tiny bit aware, “Where did that come from? What is it for? When did that happen?” As he continued to wonder about the strange circle embedded in his skin, a new thought interrupted the questions in his mind as his proper relaxed state fully returned. “I should ask the Conductor about this. He’ll know what to do.” Benjamin had no idea where the thought came from, and it puzzled him briefly but his mind was so empty now he did not wonder further. But for some reason the thought repeated itself over and over…just ask the Conductor…just ask the Conductor…ask the Conductor…ask the Conductor…the Conductor will know…ask the Conductor…the Conductor will know…

That evening, Benjamin timed his arrival at the station so that he would be there as soon as the doors of the 7:23 opened. He walked into the last car to look for the Conductor. The Conductor was nowhere to be seen, so Benjamin picked a seat in the last row of the car, across from the rest room door, absently noting the Out of Order sign posted on it. He stared ahead blankly and awaited the Conductor. It was nearly 10 minutes into the ride home when the Conductor appeared at the other end of the car to collect the passenger’s tickets. Benjamin waited patiently until the Conductor reached him. Benjamin showed the Conductor his pass and then said, “I need to ask you a question.”

“Of course,” said the Conductor, motioning to the rest room. “Please step in here for privacy.”

The man’s voice sounded a little odd to Benjamin, but he could not quite put his finger on why. He got out of his seat and stepped across to enter the rest room. He did not see the Conductor place the key in the keyhole and turn it twice. The Conductor pushed in behind him and closed the door. It was a tight fit, but there was room. Benjamin began to feel strangely warm and aroused.

“I…” he began as the gas in the small cubicle continued to affect him. “I found…ohhhhhh…what….?”

“Relax,” said the Conductor. “You want me to take a look at it, correct?”

“Yessss,” whispered blank Benjamin, without even wondering how the Conductor knew what he was going to ask.

The Conductor watched silently as Benjamin fumbled with his belt, button and zipper. Finally, the young man pushed his pants and briefs down and started to turn around, almost like a zombie, staring mindlessly ahead. The Conductor stopped him, lifting him onto the narrow counter that held the sink. He removed Benjamin’s shoes and then the pants and briefs, tossing them aside. He crouched down and lifted and spread the man’s legs. Benjamin squirmed as he felt the Conductor’s cheek brush his hairy and defined thigh. He felt the Conductor spread his ass, and then he felt something warm and wet probing at his hole. The Conductor’s tongue worked over his hole making him moan as it started to probe him. The Conductor loosened and lubed the man’s hole with his tongue, stretching it more and more. Finally, he judged it ready.

“I know what it is,” the Conductor said as he stood up between Benjamin’s legs, “and I know what to do.”

“Please,” Benjamin mumbled in a monotone voice. “Please…please…”

The Conductor opened his pants and pushed them down. Had Benjamin’s blank eyes been open, and if he had not been under the influence of the brainwahing gas, he would have seen that the Conductor’s cock was tiny. In fact, it seemed almost to be a small black cylinder. Around the cylinder’s base was a circle of the same material that surrounded Benjamin’s hole. Except the circle around the Conductor’s protrusion had prongs that matched the holes in Benjamin’s. The Conductor leaned forward until his cylinder pushed into Benjamin’s ass. He adjusted himself slightly to make sure that the prongs lined up with the holes and then pushed all the way in. Benjamin felt something pushing up inside him. It started to grow and expand, thrust and pulse. He moaned and started to stroke his cock. The Conductor reached down and pushed a tiny button on his circle, locking it to Benjamin’s. Then he pressed another button and stepped back. The Conductor reached into his pocket and pulled out a small round plug. He pressed it into the hole in his crotch where the cylinder had been. He rotated it once, locking it into place and then closed his pants.

Between Benjamin’s legs, a solid circle of the silver-gray material completely covered his hole. Inside he felt the small machine probing and working his prostate, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Still sprawled against the wall, he was unaware that the Conductor was no longer touching him. His only focus was the pleasure in his ass, so mindless by now. The Conductor reached over and pulled him to a standing position and then turned him to face the counter, drool on his face. He reached around Benjamin and slid open a hidden door under the counter. Firmly, he maneuvered the man so that his cock and balls were pushed into the opening. He pressed up against Benjamin pushed his special key into another keyhole and turned it. At once, Benjamin felt his cock and balls encased and massaged. Nothing had ever felt so good. It felt almost like he was fucking himself as the movements of the casing matched those of the probe in his ass. As he lost himself in the sensations, he was only vaguely aware of the Conductor pressed up against him whispering in his ear.

“Access PD0061. Pass code 011260CAP. Access PD0061. Pass code 011260CAP.”

Benjamin fell into an even deeper and mindless trance, and his voice responded in a flat monotone, “PD0061 accessed. Administrator pass code acknowledged.”

“Prepare for downloading of new program.”

“Acknowledged. Ready for download.” The Conductor placed a set of headphones on Benjamin and then stepped out of the cubicle. While PD0061 received his new instructions, the Conductor looked for Benjamin’s briefcase on the rack that he always carried, though it was now empty. He pulled it down along with another case that sat next to it. He sat in Benjamin’s seat and opened the second case. He took out two boxes, two cables, and a headset. The first box contained an opening roughly the same size as the one that was currently giving Benjamin’s cock and balls a pleasurable work over. However, its opening was surrounded by a silver-gray circle that as a larger twin of the one surrounding Benjamin’s asshole. The second box had a small keypad. The Conductor placed the two boxes, the cables and the headset in Benjamin’s briefcase and returned both cases to the rack.

Benjamin was in the throes of an intense orgasm when the Conductor returned.

“Program downloaded and installed,” PD0061 said.

“PD0061 shut down,” instructed the Conductor.

“Acknowledged. Shut down initiated.”

Benjamin’s body relaxed and he straightened up. His cock and balls pulled free of the opening. He took no notice of the silver-gray circle with short prongs surrounding his cock and balls. When he was dressed he looked at the Conductor and said, “Shut down complete,” before his body slumped down on the toilet. The Conductor stepped out into the car to check on the other passengers. Benjamin did not follow until his stop was announced over the loudspeaker. He grabbed his things and camly walked out the nearest door.

As the train doors closed, the Conductor pulled out his cell phone and punched in a number. There was a pause and then he said into the phone, “AD0009 reporting. Phase Two installation of PD0061’s systems complete.”

Day 13

Benjamin took his “usual” train, the 5:16, home from the gym, part of some of his new instructions, he was wearing a tank top to show off his extremely hairy chest and pits and running shorts to show off his incredibly defined hairy legs and thighs for his size, as he was a runner in high school. Inside he went to his bedroom, stripped off his clothes. On the computer table sat the two boxes, the earphones and the cables. He connected the first cable to the box with the keypad and then the one with the opening. The second cable connected the box with the keypad to the phone jack. He placed the earphones on and inserted his cock into the box with the opening, making sure the circle around his cock locked into the circle around the opening. Then he punched a phone number on the keypad and waited. He heard the dial tone, the numbers being transmitted, and then the connection was made. The small computer on Benjamin’s desk exchanged an initial series of codes with the Central Computer, and suddenly Benjamin felt his cock and balls being massaged slowly but firmly. At the same time, the machine in his ass began its probing, gently increasing his arousal. Benjamin heard a click in his earphones, followed by a computer generated voice.

“Access PD0061.”

Benjamin typed *PD0061 accessed* on the keypad.

“Pass code 011260CAP.”

*Administrator pass code acknowledged*

“Enter PD0061’s human name.”

*Benjamin Allen Jaynes*

“Enter Benjamin Allen Jaynes’ birthdate.”

*06131994*

“Enter Benjamin Allen Jaynes’ Social Security Number.”

For two hours the Central Computer collected personal information about Benjamin. When it acquired all the necessary information, the machines pleasuring him sped up and brought him to a wrenching orgasm. As he came, he heard one last command.

“PD0061 shut down.”

Benjamin disconnected himself from the machine and the machine from the phone line. He collapsed into bed and slept dreamlessly.

Day 14

Returning from the gym, Benjamin hooked himself to the machine, and the machine to the phone line. He punched in the phone number and waited. The connection was made, the machines began to stimulate him, and then he heard the voice.

“Access PD0061.”

*PD0061 accessed*

“Pass code 011260CAP.”

*Administrator pass code acknowledged*

“Prepare for downloading of new programming.”

*Acknowledged. Ready for download*

“Assimilation program 1 initiating.”

A jumble of unique sounds began assaulting PD0061’s ears. His brain began to process the new information, categorizing it, recognizing it, storing it. This continued for about half an hour when suddenly PD0061’s body jerked.

“NO!” Benjamin cried out, a tiny part of the former man coming back suddenly. He tried to pull his cock from the machine. He tried punching random numbers into the keypad.

“Access PD0061. Access PDOO61. Access PD0061. Acknowledge PD0061.”

Benjamin ripped the ear phones from his head. He continued struggling to remove the machine from his cock. The Central Computer sent a new set of codes to the small computer in Benjamin’s apartment. Instantly the machine on his cock began working harder, sucking and pulling at his cock and balls. In his ass, the other machine began directly probing his prostate.

“NO! NO! NO!” screamed Benjamin as the pleasure began to overtake him. Benjamin felt his cock swell. The pleasure of cumming overtook him, and he gasped harshly. When his senses began to return to normal, he realized that both machines were still working him. The pleasure was building again. In frustration, Benjamin reached down and yanked the phone cord from the jack. He gave up. He relaxed. He let go. The machines continued their work.

Day 15

The machines worked on Benjamin’s cock and ass all night. His balls were empty, and still the machines drove him to orgasm after frustrating, almost painful orgasm. By 6:00 a.m., Benjamin was exhausted. He knew there was only one way to stop the machines. He put on the ear phones. He punched in the phone number that would connect him to the Central Computer and waited. The small box transmitted its signal to the Central Computer. Then he heard the trigger, “Access PD0061.”

Benjamin’s exhausted and hollowed out mind could not resist, and he fell into a deep trance as he typed *PD0061 accessed*

“Pass code 011260CAP.”

*Administrator pass code acknowledged*

“Prepare for downloading of new programming.”

*Acknowledged. Ready for download*

“Assimilation program 1 initiating.”

Once again, a jumble of sounds assaulted PD0061’s ears. His brain processed the new information, and there was no resistance to the programming. Hour after hour, Benjamin’s mind was bombarded with information for PD0061. PD0061’s programming became more and more dominant, forcing Benjamin’s remnants of his old personality into the background.

When the program finished downloading, the Central Computer transmitted several more commands and then disconnected the call. The box containing PD0061’s cock gave an audible click, and PD0061 was able to remove his cock from it. PD0061 disconnected all the boxes and neatly stacked the boxes, cables and ear phones on Benjamin’s desk.

While Benjamin’s body rested, PD0061 continued to reprogram his emptying brain. Bit by bit Benjamin’s memories were categorized, sorted and stored. By the time it grew dark outside, the person that had been Benjamin was simply one program among many in PD061’s organic file storage area.

Day 16

Ben woke up ready to face a new day. As he soaped his cock in the shower, he discovered that he had grown a foreskin. It was silver-gray, matching the circles around his cock and balls and his asshole. Although he had been circumcised as an infant, the new foreskin did not surprise him because he knew that PD0061 needed it. He also noticed that he seemed even hairier in multiple places, but did not think much of it as that was not his purpose, thinking was no longer necessary. He also saw that his cock was bigger and that his ball sack was now hairless and a smooth silver-gray. He fondled his balls as he stroked his cock. He needed to keep PD0061’s balls empty, so he stroked his cock until the orgasms were dry.

When he finished his shower, Ben dressed and packed his workout gear in a gym bag. He wore only short running shorts in the gym.

At 4:55 Ben’s phone rang.

“Human Resources, this is Ben.”

“Access PD0061”

“PD0061 accessed.”

The voice at the other end of the line gave PD0061 several commands and then hung up. PD0061 picked up the gym bag and headed down to the locker room carefully choosing a locker in the far back row where no one was likely to be at that hour. It would not be acceptable for any human’s to see PD0061 without clothes at this stage. PD0061 stripped off his shorts. He put on a pair of sweatpants, a sweatshirt and sneakers. Everything else he put in the locker and locked up, including his wallet and his watch. Then PD0061 left the building by a little used rear exit and walked around the City until it was time to go to the station and catch the 7:23.

PD0061 entered the last car of the train and was immediately met by the Conductor.

“Follow me, PD0061.”

“Yes, AD0009.”

PD0061 followed the Conductor to the rest room, which had an “Out of Order” sign on the door. What he saw inside was not a typical train rest room. It was not a rest room at all. On the wall where the toilet should have been was a large unit with a man-sized depression in it. On other wall, where a sink should have been, were a keyboard and several monitors. It looked like a small lab.

“Remove clothing, PD0061.”

“Yes, AD0009.”

PD0061 removed the clothing and handed it to AD0009, who put it to one side.

“Turn around and step into the conversion unit, PD0061.”

PD0061 turned around and stepped into the unit. There was an opening into which he plugged in his cock and balls and heard the click of the machine locking them in. In front of his face was a mask obviously meant to provide oxygen for the organic body. PD0061 stood still as AD0009 reached between his legs and unlocked and removed the appliance from his ass. Then AD0009 turned and typed a command on the keyboard. A new probe rose from the base of the unit and inserted itself into PD0061’s ass. AD0009 checked to make sure that PD0061’s limbs were positioned properly and then closed the unit so that PD0061 was completely encapsulated in the unit.

AD0009 turned once again to the keyboard and began typing commands. In his ears, PD0061 heard “Pass code 011260CAP.”

“Administrator pass code acknowledged.”

“PD0061 run program Ben Prime.”

“Acknowledged. Running Ben Prime.”

Ben woke up in total darkness. He tried to move but found himself unable to move even a fraction of an inch. He was trapped in some kind of hard shell. What the hell was going on? Where was he? What’s… He felt a slight discomfort as something entered his cock. It felt like a long tube pushing further and further in. Then he heard a voice in his ear. He recognized it as the voice of the Conductor.

“Ben,” said the Conductor, “your final conversion into Pleasure Droid 0061 is about to commence. “

“Noooooo…” moaned Ben.

“You will find it quite pleasurable. It is also irreversible. You will be PD0061.”

“Noooooo…..”

“Commencing conversion.”

Ben felt the probe in his ass begin to move. In spite of himself Ben moaned with pleasure. The Conductor typed one last command and then left the cubicle. Outside the Conductor locked the rest room door. He tossed Ben’s clothes out an open window before making a call on his cell phone. In three day’s time, a new Pleasure Droid would join their ranks. Day 16 Continued

Ben felt helpless as the conversion unit worked on his cock and ass. Pleasure began building, and resistance, as the tag line from that old science fiction show went, was futile. As he lost himself in the pleasure, Ben was startled by a jet of mist in the mask over his nose and mouth. With his next breath he inhaled a specialized virus that traveled through his blood stream until it reached his brain. There it began to invade the brain cells causing them to replace themselves at a rapid rate. Although he did not know it, his brain would never deteriorate or succumb to any disease. The modified cells guaranteed that PD0061’s organic central processor and file storage unit would be virtually indestructible.

As the virus continued remaking Ben’s brain, the Conversion Unit brought him to orgasm. As the last of the semen was drained from his body, the probe in his ass pulsed and released an oily fluid. The fluid contained Stage 4 Conversion Nanites, which quickly worked their way through the bloodstream to Ben’s testicles. Ben felt an odd, though not unpleasant, sensation in his balls as the nanites began their work. First they began converting the human tissue into plastic. The testicles were hollowed out and enlarged, the epididymides became sockets, and the vas deferens tubing. Some of the tissue from the testicles became liquid. It took the nanites two hours to complete the process, at which time the Conversion Unit drove Ben’s body to a second orgasm. The liquid was pumped out of Ben’s cock, carrying the nanites with it. The Conversion Unit analyzed the output and began preparing the next set of nanites. While the nanites were being prepared, Stage 5 commenced.

“Access PD0061”

“PD0061 accessed.”

“Pass code 011260CAP.”

“Administrator pass code acknowledged”

“Run program Ben Secondary.”

“Acknowledged. Running Ben Secondary.”

Ben felt something shift in his mind, like he was becoming a passenger in someone else’s body. He could hear and was aware of things happening to his body, yet it wasn’t his body. The body belonged to Pleasure Droid 0061. He listened as the Conversion Unit continued to communicate with PD0061.

“Prepare for new programming download.”

“Acknowledged.”

Ben listened as a droning noise started coming through PD0061’s ears. He thought he could detect changes in pitch and pulse, but it made no sense to him. Eventually, he gave up trying to decipher what was happening and fell asleep.

Day 17

Ben awoke slowly as he felt someone, no, something, fucking his ass. It felt good. So did the gentle pulsing around his cock. He wasn’t quite sure where he was. Then he became aware of another presence in his brain. PD0061 reminded him that he was in the Conversion Unit being upgraded. Ben moaned softly as the Conversion Unit kept him at the edge of orgasm but didn’t let him cum. He felt the probe in his ass pulse and release a new load of oily liquid into his ass. PDOO61 told him that new nanites were being introduced into his system, but Ben was too involved in the pleasure he was feeling to really pay attention.

The nanites began their work converting most of Ben’s organic systems into synthetic ones. As the silver-gray polymer began replacing his skin, Ben found himself thinking how wonderful PD0061’s body would feel. He would even have his own thick body hair perfectly replicated on him. He would please many men with his upgraded body. The thought turned him on even more, and he tried to thrust his cock deeper into whatever was pleasuring it, forgetting that the Conversion Unit kept him immobile. He groaned in frustration and then felt a new jet of mist on his face.

Two new viruses invaded Ben’s system. The first targeted his penis, anus and rectal tissue; the second his face and hands. These parts of PD0061’s body would retain organic epidermal layers, which would increase the pleasure for any of the unit’s “clients.” Retractable polymer layers would also be created by the nanites for these areas of the unit’s body.

PD0061 kept Ben informed of each step of the upgrade, but Ben was more interested in the pleasure he was receiving from the Conversion Unit. He was unaware of time passing, only the continual pleasure. Finally, PD0061 informed Ben that the upgrade was complete, and the Conversion Unit brought Ben to a mind-blowing orgasm.

“PD0061 end Ben Prime.”

“Acknowledged.”

“PD0061 delete Ben Prime.”

“Acknowledged. Deleting Ben Prime.”

“When I said this was tight, I meant skin-fucking-tight!” Richard muffled through his mask as he strained to put on the suit. “Stick around, though… y’all ain’t gonna wanna miss this…”

He intended to put on a show with his audience tonight, since one of his followers was kind enough to send him the suit. His toned body and willingness to try things others wouldn’t gained him a lot of subscribers to his OnlyFans account, and this most recent gift was one of the perks of the trade. After trying it on last night and testing some of its features, he knew this would get him plenty more subscribers.

Richard finally got the suit over his shoulders and ready to zip up, “Alright boys! Here goes…”

He zipped the suit all the way up his torso to his neck. As soon as the zipper hit the top of its length, his suit—though it seemed impossible—got even tighter around his body, as if air was being sucked out of it.

“Aahhh, no worries, folks, this is just the first step. It like.. I don’t know, adheres to your body, or something. I don’t feel it tightening around me, it just feels like it’s becoming one with my skin… I don’t know how to explain it!”

The suit finally stopped shrinking. Every single curve and crevice of Richard’s body was outlined, every dip and mound. It was as though the latex was his skin.

“Alright! Good to go… First thing I wanna show y’all: this is wild, y’all aren’t gonna believe this…”

Richard gripped onto the headboard of his bed and twisted. Then he brought his arms around and twisted again in the same direction. Then again. And again. And again.

He giggled, looking at the camera as his abdomen locked in a corkscrew, “Isn’t this incredible?! I mean,” he bent forward and smacked his ass, now in his front, “I’m facing the same direction of my ass! And no pain or nothin’! Just feels like I’m made of rubber…”

He twisted in the opposite direction and his body quickly spun back to its normal position, causing him to lose balance a little.

“Woo! I’ll never get used to that… And it works everywhere! Watch,” he gripped onto his hands and pulled backwards, his arms behinding back against the joint until it was curved all the way back. Then he bent over and pulled a leg forward until it bent backwards against the knee. He remained bent over and fed his torso between his legs and back up around, grunting slightly. He rested against his own back, “It’s like the rules of your body don’t matter! No joints, no stiff muscles, no restrictions… Oh! Speaking of no restrictions!”

He let go and allowed himself to be unraveled until he stood back upright. He shook himself off for whatever reason, as if dizzied by his body’s springy, elastic movements.

“That was just part 1 of the suit’s features. This next one will really satisfy the kinkiest of you!” He punctuated his last statement with a wink. He shook an arm out and held it out in front of him, a look of concentration flashing across his face. Suddenly, the audience could hear the sounds of stretching rubber over the sounds of the R&B he was playing in the background, like hands dragging across an inflated balloon. Richard’s arm began lengthening across the room, keeping it’s muscular thickness but growing longer and longer and longer, until it touched the other end of the wall about 8 feet away from where he was standing. “How fuckin’ awesome is that?!” His extended arm quickly slingshotted back to him, snapping against his shoulder like a rubber band.

“Now, I know y’all came for a little bit more than arm action, so check this out…” Richard grinned as he brought his hands together and lifted them above his head in an exaggerated stretch, showcasing his impressive muscular torso and chest, outlined perfectly by the miracle shiny black suit he was wearing for his subscribers. Before long, his torso started lengthening, slowly but surely, his abs growing longer and longer and his chest now several feet long. All the while, he uttered out strained grunts as his body impossibly lengthened taller and taller. His legs followed suit, lengthening taller and taller but keeping their muscular thickness, as did his arms. He looked back into the camera and winked, hunched over and touching the ceiling of his apartment at this point, as he brought his hands up to his cheeks with his lengthened arms and pulled upwards. His neck began to stretch outwards with the suit, lengthening impossibly long like a giraffe. He slid down the wall to sit on the floor of his bedroom as he allowed his body to continue stretching longer and longer, as parts of him started to coil over themselves and tangle on the floor while he moaned loudly. His face was one of pure ecstasy as he kept growing longer and longer, covering his entire floor and looking like shiny, black muscular spaghetti, his vocalizations indicating that this was an extremely pleasurable experience for him.

Richard’s seemingly endless coiling and piling of his extremities seemed to end, perhaps because he could stretch no further or perhaps because he was eager for his next demonstration. “OOOoooh fuuuuckk... You guys have no idea how that feels. It’s like your entire body is a cock and it’s being sucked longer and longer and longer,” he trailed off and his mouth hung open as more and more of his started to pile and coil on top of itself and across the floor of his apartment. It seemed as though Richard just then realized that he was getting carried away and looked back at the camera. “Anyways! That was fun, huh? But y’all ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” He grinned devilishly and then suddenly his body began to retract into itself, his extremities uncoiling and reeling back into his body at a rapid speed, making him appear like a home appliance with way too many retractable extension cords. The last of him snapped back into place, putting him back into his usual form and height. He stood up and took a bow for the camera, panting slightly.

“Alright guys, that concludes part 2. That’s right, there’s a part 3 to this shit! Holy fuck, I can’t want to show y’all this, give me one second.”

He stepped off screen for a second and shortly after came back lugging a big box with a coiled hose attached to it. It appeared to be an air compressor. He took the plug out from inside the box and plugged in into the wall. He then flipped a switch on the box and a motorized, droning hum mixed with the sound of his R&B music in the background.

“In order to REALLY enjoy this suit, you’re gonna need one of these babies! Just go by any hardware store and you can find one for relatively cheap!” Richard said to the camera in a slightly higher volume to be heard over the noise. He spread his legs apart so he could show the camera the feature between his legs. “Around the taint area of the suit is this little nozzle here!” He showed the camera a small nozzle sticking out of the suit, between his ass and his cock and balls. “Once you go get one of these boxes, flip it on, attach the hose to the nozzle, and enjoy the fuckin’ ride, gents!”

Richard awkwardly worked the hose into the nozzle between his legs and looked back up into the camera, “Get your dicks out for this one, boys!” He leaned over and switched machine to the inflow direction. “Ooohh… I can already feel it…” he moaned as he stood back up from his squatted position. As he rightened his posture, his body just continued to keep rising taller, this ridges between his abs deepening and the slabs of muscle on his chest widening and growing. “MmmppfffooooohhhHHH FUCK! This is… fffuck, indescribable…” he rubbed his swelling bulge with both hands as his python arms twisted and grew with swelling muscle and his legs became bigger, thicker, and taller. “And this ain’t just air, boys, this is hard… Fuckin’… MEAT!” His voice grew progressively deeper and deeper between his last three words as he continued his growth, his muscles beginning to outpace the rate at which he was growing taller, making him thicker and broader like a bodybuilder. He lifted up his bed several feet in the air by the corner of the headboard with ease, grinning maniacally at the camera and hardly breaking a sweat. He let it drop back down with a loud, heavy thud as he twisted into several bodybuilder poses, watching himself grow in the camera as he showed off his ridiculous ass, arms, legs, and back. Once he was easily 6’9” and just over 400 lbs, he flipped off the machine.

“How about fuckin’ THAT, huh?!” he boomed in a deep as hell voice as he flexed huge mounds of muscles on his arms and squeezed his pecs that were larger than most men’s torsos. “GAAAHH, feels fuckin’ unREAL!” He leaned into the camera, as if to tell his audience a secret. “Listen, guys.. This is the largest I’ve ever done it, but I think, maybe with a little motivation, I can get even.. bigger…” The comment section on the livestream went wild in the affirmative. “Alright! You’ve convinced me! Buckle in, boys..”

He flipped back on the inflow, this time at a higher setting, and threw his head back again in a deep moan. His pec shelf grew deeper and broader, and his arms snaked longer and thicker out of him, forcing his shoulder and back to expand with swelling, rippling muscle. His knees, barely supporting his rapidly thickening thighs, started to buckle as his ass and crotch began to bulge and expand obscenely. He fell back onto his bed, the wood of the frame immediatley cracking loudly and causing the middle of the bed to cave, but Richard couldn’t care less as he pleasured the huge bulge growing from his crotch. His moaning and grunting grew deeper and deeper, bordering on animalistic, as gallons and gallons of cum began to pour out of his mammoth cock in a steady flow inside the suit. It had to have been 3 feet long and as wide as his thighs had been outside of the suit at this point, and it showed no sign of stopping. As he continued to void his ever-growing balls inside the suit, his back and legs writhed in pleasure, continuing to expand taller and wider. He was as wide as the length of his bed now, beginning to slip off the edges, and his legs had reached the other end of his room, forcing him to bend his legs so he didn’t pierce through the wall. He was too lost in either his throes of ecstasy or his increasingly feral mind to notice that he was was about to outgrow his room, but thankfully his seemingly endless ejaculation tapered off.

His eyes opened and widened, realizing how large he had become and he reached down next to him to switch off the machine. He misjudged both his new strength and the new size of his fingers and inadvertently crushed the entire box, making it crush and sputter loudly but causing it to turn off. “Huh huh huh huh huh huh….” he laughed in a dumb, animalistic chuckle in a voice like thunder. He strained an arm between his legs, almost now too thick to reach that far, and finally accessed the nozzle. He yanked the hose out and pulled up on the nozzle to open the release valve.

Quickly, as if it were air exiting a deflating balloon, in fact sounding like a deflating balloon, Richard’s extremities and body began convulsing and flailing, losing its impossibly huge musculature in a matter of seconds. As he deflated, he let out pleasured moans vocalizations, steadily getting less and less deep as he returned to his standard size. Now back to normal, Richard sat up in the wreckage of his bed awkwardly and stood up. The suit was sagging and jiggling awkwardly all over, sloshing noisily as if filled with liquid.

He looked down at himself in realization, “Oh! Oh, well shit…. this is embarrassing…” he reached up to his neck and pulled at the zipper at the top of the suit. The suit hissed as it released suction from his body and he began to zip it down. As the zipper descended, a thick, white waterfall of jizz emptied out of the suit, forcing it back down to its regular tightness. His entire floor was soaked with gallons upon gallons of his own cum. “Well, that’s as pure evidence of a good time as I’ve ever seen!” He laughed to himself and continued squeezing parts of the suit that still bulged, forcing more and more jizz to squirt out of its several openings.

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