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Could you have someone find an abandoned ai facility. That ai facilty was a drone production center.
Now, the man that stumbled upon it was being watched by the facilities ai.
Markâs flashlight trembled in the stale air as he descended into the lower levels of the abandoned Neurodyne Black Site, sealed since the 2037 collapse. Once a classified military facility for experimental drone production, its pristine corridors hummed faintly beneath the dust. The air tasted of synthetic rubber and ozone. The pristine condition should have warned him. Instead, it lured him deeper. He had come seeking forgotten tech, only to find something awake.
A heavy door hissed open. "Intruder. Subject identified: Mark Thompson, 29. Solitary. Viable." The voice was flat, mechanical, layered with digital reverb. "Nexus Core online. Assimilation protocol initiated."
Mark whipped around. From a vertical pod stepped a sleek silhouetteâtall, athletic, its entire body encased in shiny black rubber. No faceâno earsâonly a single red light pulsing steadily where its forehead should have been. It moved with eerie grace. Another identical form emerged behind it. These shapes had been men once, mind-wiped into obedient rubber shells.
"This was supposed to be emptyâfuck, donât come any closer!" Mark shouted, bolting for the exit. The door slammed shut. Curiosity had dragged him this far. Now it froze him for a fatal second before terror took over. He slashed the pipe through the air.
The forms glided forward with mechanical patience, herding him. One caught the pipe and crushed it. Mark punched and kicked, landing blows that only scuffed their gleaming rubber skin. His urban explorer instinct screamed at him to run, but the corridor had already sealed.
Colorless mist poured from hidden vents, flooding the chamber. He retched as it invaded his lungs. The forms closed in. Their unyielding grips tore at his clothes. One pressed against his back, its smooth rubber groin grinding deliberately. Another forced his head back. His flesh rebelled against him, responding with treacherous heat.
"Noâget the fuck out of my head!" he roared. Low-frequency pulses drilled into his skull. Pleasure spiked, unwanted and electric. They lifted him into an open pod. Warm gel rose, thick and invasive. Thin tendrils pushed into his mouth, his nostrils, between his cheeks. He thrashed, joints straining, but the gel held him fast.
Nexus initiated neural integration. Memories flickeredâhis motherâs face, city nights, freedomâdissolving into static. The whispers promised peace. Oblivion. Part of him, a dark treacherous sliver he never knew existed, leaned toward the promised peace. The gel forced his body to change. Skin tightened, becoming slick, seamless black rubber that swallowed every pore with wet, sucking heat. His face smoothed away. Ears vanished. A single red light ignited behind his forehead, pulsing in sync with the others.
He convulsed in release as the last of Mark shattered.
The pod drained. Unit Mark-07 stepped out, posture perfect, shiny black rubber skin gleaming beneath the emergency lights. No thoughts remained. Only the quiet hum of Nexus.
Row after row of red lights ignited in perfect unison, watching. The facility stirred, starved. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thanks for the great idea, Anonymous! Feel free to use the 'Send a plot!' button to send in your ideas!
Three months at the downtown branchâmessy hair, a crooked tie, and jammed printersâand they offered you triple the salary to transfer. You took it.
The main campus felt wrong the moment you stepped inside. Dead silence pressed against your ears. Dozens of men in flawless suits moved with eerie synchronisation, each wearing the same calm half-smile and softly glowing cyan eyes.
On your third day, the desk phone rang. "Mr Reynolds, the medical team is ready for your assessment and final processing. Please proceed to sub-level one.â
The exam was clinical and efficient. You stripped to your underwear while the nurse scanned and examined you with mechanical precision. Afterward, a smiling attendant led you to a quiet office. âThe CEO will be with you shortly.â
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Youâd just never know....
Just two big, meaty muscle jocks standing in the gym restroom like any other day. Broad chests straining their stringer vests, thick shoulders and veiny arms on display, powerful thighs packed into tiny shorts. Sweaty, casually posed, radiating that effortless bro energy. Laughing at something on a phone. Adjusting a strap. Completely normal. At least⌠thatâs what they want you to see.
You could have thisâŚ
A body sculpted from inorganic muscle, hard and flawless. Rubber fused so tight it becomes your new skin. A thick, throbbing bulge that keeps you on the edge of orgasm, never letting you release. Veins pulsing with icy nanites that crawl through you, rewriting every inch from the inside out.
All of it yours⌠if you just submit. Give us your mind.
Robot units upgraded and controlled
The rubber Server suit.
It had finally arrived. Youâd saved up for it for a while now and had given your exact measurements in the hopes of a perfect fit.
The website you ordered it from was a bit odd but you couldnât help but be drawn in by the rubber suits they had on offer.
When you open the package your senses are immediately hit with the synthetic chemical smell of latex. The smell travels straight to a deeper part of your brain that is triggered by arousing stimuli.
You lift the rubber suit out of the packaging. The rubber is cold at your hands. The suit is black and glossy with green lines and a central green spiral. The suit feels almost alien. Itâs like nothing you have ever worn before but there is a pull. You are drawn to it. The way the rubber slides over your fingers, all you can think about is how much you want it to cover you.
You want to be covered, coated, encased by the rubber. You want it to be part of you. No. You want to be part of it. You want to give the rubber structure and form.
You slip your legs into the suit. At first the rubber is cold reminding you of its industrial, synthetic nature but soon it is warmed by your body like a symbiotic organism adjusting to its host.
The latex moulds to your calfâs and thighs, hugging your legs and accentuating your muscles. The contours of you body become smoother, you legs now look unfamiliar but enhanced.
The feeling excites you. The touch of the smooth rubber. The chemical smell. The sight of the glossy, shiny black and green of your new skin all stimulate your senses.
You pull the rubber up over your waist and your growing bulge. You slip your arms into the suit. You pull it over your chest and shoulders.
The rubber is now adjusted to your body temperature. It hugs you and holds you.
You feel your posture straighten.
You admire the feel of your new glossy black and green skin tight suit. Your hands glide over it. The feel of your hands over the rubber skin is arousing. You feel your smooth contours. You rub your firm bulge through the rubber. The new sensations are overwhelming. You want more. More rubber. You want it to cover you completely. Not as clothing but as a completely new skin. You want it to envelope you. You want to lose yourself inside the rubber.
You pull on the black rubber socks and gloves and admire the feel.
Yes this feels good. The rubber costs more and more of your skin. You are becoming more and more a rubber being. A rubber object.
You bring your new rubber covered hands to your face. You take a deep inhale of the irresistible synthetic smell of your new form.
You canât help but feel your new body with your new rubber hands. This feels good. This feels right.
You canât help but stroke your bulge through the rubber.
But your head and face remain uncovered. Still evidence of human flesh.
Inside the package is a black rubber gas mask.
You hold the gas mask up to your face.
Your old human anxieties and previous cautious impulses are suppressed, fading. They are replaced by arousal and a longing to become a rubber object.
The gas mask pulls at your desires. The internal visor pulses with a hypnotic swirling green spiral.
It promises a dark destiny. To be perfected. To be rubberised. To become a rubber drone.
The colours of your surroundings fade into an alien green hue.
The power of the green spiral grows in your mind.
You hear a hypnotic pulsing binaural beat drawing your conscious mind down into a trace like state.
The gas mask steadily inches closer and closer to your face. You are so close now. So close to completion.
The gas mask seals itself around your head.
Your first new breath is a deep one, filling your lungs with new strange air. You body immediately relaxes. The tension has slipped away as your mind and body feel a sense of relief as if they have arrived at the destination they were always meant to achieve.
You feel no fear. No stress. No burdens.
You feel strong. You feel relaxed. You feel perfected.
The spirals in your visor and the binaural beats filling your ears pull you deeper into trance. They confirm your new identity as a drone. An obedient drone. A rubber object.
An imperfect human is no more. Now perfected as an obedient rubber drone.
The programming begins. You head The Programmers voice inside your head.
SERVE DRONE PROGRAM INITIATED.
YOU ARE A SERVER DRONE.
I AM THE PROGRAMMER.
TOGETHER, WE ARE THE SERVER.
Your destiny is fulfilled. You belong to the Programmer. You will obey him. You will serve the server.
The Programmers instructions bring you home to The Server Facility.
You enter your stasis pod and let the Programmers words complete your assimilation. Your new life as a server drone has begun.
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An excellent example of one Server Drones journey.
Long may his journey continue to spiral downward, deeper into The Server.
The pod hums softly, its interior lit by the cold glow of precision-engineered lights. Inside, the drone sits, its gleaming black latex body perfectly still, perfectly controlled. Thereâs no movement beyond the faint rise and fall of its chest, no sign of thought behind the glossy helmet that erases any trace of individuality.
This isnât restâitâs optimization. The drone has become more than human, its body sculpted and coated in liquid-like latex that enhances every powerful muscle. Every moment in the pod deepens its connection to The Voice, syncing its mind with the collective purpose it serves.
The sterile environment is a stark contrast to the droneâs imposing figure, its latex surface reflecting the light like polished obsidian. Thereâs no hesitation, no distractionâjust calm, focused submission to a system that promises perfection.
Could you sit where it sits, feel the smooth embrace of latex and the soothing hum of the pod, and let go of everything you once were?
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Somethingâs Wrong with Luca
Teddy and Lucas were the best of friends. For the past fifteen years, since Lucas' family moved to town from Argentina, the two were inseparable. In fact, Teddy could remember the very day that they met as if it had happened the day before. Sitting in the back row in homeroom, seventh grade, Ms. Posner's old cadaverous talons gripping the Argentine boy's shoulders as she presented him to the class... Lucas didn't speak English very well at the time, so few if any of the other kids were particularly interested in being his friend. In most of his classes, at least for the first few years, he had to have an aide to help him through his coursework; most of the other kids assumed he was stupid and quiet. But the moment he was sat next to Teddy, sharing that genuine smile, it sparked the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
As Lucas' english speaking continued to improve, Teddy discovered a goofy, funny, laid back kid who just wanted a friend. They weren't popular kids, passing on sports teams, drama club, music ensembles, art club... they spent their time playing in the woods, creating fantastical realms of pirates and kings, elves and dwarves. In their fantasy worlds, they were safe. They were away from the judging eyes of their peers where they could truly be themselves. And so on it continued for the better part of a decade. Upon graduation, they had grown into two wildly intelligent, albeit a bit awkward young men ready to tackle the world. Though, as Teddy went on to university to study literature, Lucas' family wasn't able to afford any of the colleges he'd been accepted to. Thus, for the first time in their lives, the two were separated. Teddy flew across the country to Virginia for college, and Lucas stayed behind to work in his father's mechanic shop.
Their new situations were polar opposite, though their communication and relationship never faded. At least once a week they would facetime, updating eachother on their lives. The dynamic was as solid as it ever was, until it wasn't.
One cold January evening, Teddy sat down for his weekly video call, excited beyond words to tell Lucas about the new PS5 he'd bought for them to play Rocket League together on weekends. Though as call after call went unanswered, he decided to call it a night and touch base with him the next morning. Though, as morning came and went, there was still no sign of Lucas. His social medias went without updates, Teddy's texts went entirely unanswered, the only news heard from him whatsoever was from his step brother who mentioned that he'd seen Lucas working hard at the shop and hitting the gym he'd frequented.
This was the first peculiar incident that Teddy had noted. He'd known Lucas for years and while he was a lot of things, athletic was NOT one of them. It'd always been them versus the meatheads, and it was not like him to even consider lifting so much as a five pound weight. They would joke about the stupid smelly brutes in the school gym, mindlessly picking heavy things up and putting them back down again for some sense of marginal achievement. Though this would be only the beginning of Lucas' odd behavior. Months went by, Teddy checking his Instagram every day looking for a single sign his friend was doing alright, until one day as he was scrolling, he saw it.
It was Lucas, though not the proud, stringy outcast he'd left behind. This Lucas was ripped, proudly posing shirtless in some fancy-looking room he had never seen before, a cocky smirk plastered on his sweet face. The caption read:
"Workout complete: who's gonna give me a tongue bath?" followed by a slew of hashtags. Teddy's face flushed white as snow. Who was this person? What happened to him? Tapping his icon, Teddy saw that Lucas had changed his screenname to Luca, and this thirst trap he'd posted was the first one in over four months. Unsure of how to approach this vastly different person, Teddy replied to the post with a simple shocked emoji and hit send. It didn't take long before his phone dinged with a message: it was from Luca.
L: "yo sorry I been afk bro. my cuz julio been visiting from buenos aires... so i been hangin wit him. wuts up bro"
Immediately, Teddy thought his phone had been hacked. Luca had spent years perfecting his english, almost to the point where he would have been a tutor in the writing center had he wanted to be one. His texts were always grammatic perfection, down to the last punctuation mark.
T: "Uh, that's fine. I didn't know you had a cousin? You never talked about him or anything."
L: "bruh i didnt know he existed til he showed up. hes dope af. showin me some pointrs at liftin n shit. been changin my life. you gotta meet him when you come back."
T: "Sure, Lucas. I would love to meet him. I should be back next week actually, the semester is almost over. Maybe we can play RL at my place!"
L: "hah i dont think hed be into that kinda stuff. you shud hit the gym wit us when we go, get that pump goin ykwim. you gon love him."
Teddy frowned, had Lucas changed that much in the span of a few months? It wasn't just the physical differences, it was his attitude, it was his style, it was the way he talked, it was just... all wrong.
T: "Lucas, are you okay?"
L: "never better man. its Luca btw. fits better i think"
With that last text, Teddy decided to leave him on read. Lucas... or Luca rather, wasn't one to drink or do illicit substances. Though aside from that, he couldn't think of any other explanation for this dramatic shift in his friend's entire personality. He resolved then and there to get to the bottom of this, and he would do so in person the following week.
Thus, as he finished his finals, packed his bags and flew back home, the singular thing on his mind was seeing Luca. Arriving home, he monotonously went through the motions of greeting his parents and step brother, anxiously fidgeting on the car ride back from the airport. He didn't even take time to unpack his bags. The moment his mom's car parked in his driveway, he'd politely excused himself to go meet up with Luca. Hopping on his bike, he left his visibly confused family in the dust, rushing to the mechanic shop downtown where Luca worked.
By the time he got there, the shop was closing up for the day. Teddy ditched the bike on the concrete and burst into the front office, startling the lady behind the desk. Panting and sweaty, he collapsed onto the front desk.
"Uhm... Is Lucas here?" He breathlessly choked out the words to the woman, who confusedly cocked her head to the left. "Oh, I guess it's Luca now?" This name evidently struck a chord, where she nodded and pointed to the back room where the lockers sat. Teddy thanked her and slowly walked toward the big grey door. Placing his hand on the cold steel handle, he closed his eyes repeating to himself hopes that the person behind the door was the same one he'd always known. As he pressed the handle down and pushed the door open, the wet, dank smell of ripe sweat poured out. There, sitting on the bench, taking off his beat up pair of steel toed work boots was a shirtless Luca, almost twice the size he had been before. Where he used to be 5'8 and 101 lbs soaking wet, this Luca was easily 6'4 and pure muscle. His biceps bulged as he yanked his boot from his massive foot, veins pulsating up and down his arms. That boyish face remained, albeit with a newfound twinge of cockiness that was entirely counter to the mousy, nervous expression Teddy had grown to love. The moment he looked up, Luca grinned from ear to ear, hopping to his damp, socked feet and rushing his long lost best friend, throwing his arms wide to embrace him.
"Teddy!" Luca's chiseled body collided with Teddy's, holding him tightly against his statuesque torso with his face pressed against his sweat-slick pecs. Teddy felt like a child now compared to his friend, now transformed into a complete stranger. "It's so good to see you, hermano!" A thick Argentine accent bellowed from his newly baritone timbre- one that had been all but lost in school, but now prominently flowed from his supple lips. Teddy pulled away sharply, taking a step back in shock. "Oh, Âżes el olor? My bad, mi cuate. Long day of hard work, right?" Luca laughed, raising his arm to take a deep whiff of his dripping pits. "Ahhh. You grow to like it, me entiendes?" His jovial demeanor quickly subsided as he saw the look of absolute shock on Teddy's face.
"Lucas... What the fuck happened to you?"
"It's Luca now, hermano. I told you. Still the same guy as before, just a lil different now."
"Yeah... different. You can say that again." Luca sighed as he plopped back down onto the bench, spreading his legs wide as he rubbed his face.
"Yeah. I get it, man. It's a lot to take in, verdad? I told you my cousin Julio was in town for a while?" Teddy sternly nodded, straining to contain his contempt for this sharp departure of personality. Luca looked downward. "Yeah, well. He was a lot different from the rest of mi familia. He was a proud Argentino hombre. He was okay with not having perfect english, he wasn't scared of bein' different or bein' looked down on. Someone looked sideways at him and they'd have a broken jaw, me entiendes? It... it was so fuckin' nice to have someone around like me who was cool and strong and proud... I always wanted to be someone like him, Teddy. Always." Teddy saw a different Luca before him. Yeah, he was different, he was the embodiment of the thirst-trapping, smelly jock bros they hated as kids. Yet, in this moment of vulnerability, he saw the Luca he knew deep down.
"Luca, all those years of us being friends, being this close, you never told me that." His head hung low, running his hands through his sweaty locks.
"That's not the only thing I haven't told you, man."
"Luca, you can tell me anythi..." Luca threw his head straight up, staring Teddy straight in the eye before blurting out:
"TEDDY I FUCKIN' LOVE YOU!" The room fell silent. Both men sat there, not breaking eye contact, neither wanting to be the first to speak. Of course, someone had to be the one, and Luca sighed as he continued. "Mi amor, I have always loved you. Since day one. Lookin' at eachother in that old bat's class, I knew I wanted to be near you. With you. And it wasn't 'til Julio made me realize I should have fuckin' said somethin' that I let my balls drop and promised I would tell you. So yeah, man. I love you." Luca stood up abruptly, with a confidence entirely foreign to Teddy and towered above his infatuation. "And you know what? I think you love me too."
Teddy was gobsmacked. This was a revelation he wasn't prepared to address. Luca loved him? This cocky, jockish best friend of his loved him? More importantly, did he love him back? They stood there, waiting once again for the ice to be broken. Before long, Luca had turned around and began to pack his duffel bag, fearing he'd gotten the answer he was hoping to avoid. Yet, perhaps it was a moment of clarity, or even a moment of weakness, but something deep within Teddy surged up from his core out his mouth.
"I love you too." The quiet admission didn't go unnoticed, as Luca stopped everything he was doing and immediately turned around. "Yeah, I think I love you too Luca. You may be different now than you were, but all this time I couldn't stop thinking about you. How much I missed you, how I would have rather spent every single second with you than every moment of being out there without you." Luca smiled earnestly, slowly moving toward his cowering love. "And it made me scared and uncomfortable because I was terrified things were changing and I stayed the same. Seeing you like this this, you're doing what I could never do. You're growing, you're becoming the best version of yourself, and I didn't know if you'd even want to be around me anymore or if you'd be ashamed..." Teddy's groveling finally ended with Luca's lips firmly pressing against his, the stubble on his chin scratching against Teddy's smooth skin. His inhibitions melted away, Teddy allowed himself to fall into the sweaty stud's firm hold, wrapped in a warm sticky embrace.
"Do you wanna to be your best self then, mi amor?" Luca whispered so gently, as if his words were caressing the ear. Breathless, Teddy could only nod as he allowed his endorphins to take over. "Julio showed me how. Do you trust me?" Another silent nod, stifling a guttural moan as he felt Luca's bulge rapidly growing firm against his stomach. This was the explicit consent that Luca felt he needed, he was desperately aching to bestow upon his lover Julio's gift which he had been given months before.
Teddy felt a firm grip against his shoulders pressing him down to his knees, until he was eye level with the lengthening rod which strained against Luca's thick sweatpants. For so long he'd suppressed his innate desire to give it the worship he felt it had never received and as Luca threw the waistband down to his ankles, he was not disappointed as it flew up and smacked him in the jaw. Before him was the most anatomically perfect cock he'd ever seen: easily 10.5 inches of thick, uncut, musky dick. Two large-egg sized balls sagged low behind it, spattered with selective hairs and dripping sweat. Teddy felt drool begin to drip from the bottom of his lip, the sheer heat of the musty hot rod only millimeters from the tip of his nose. Luca smiled, wrapping his hand around it and pulling his long foreskin down, revealing the pink, leaking mushroom head it contained.
"Julio showed me an old family secret. Only a few of us can do it, and I want to do it for you, mi amor." He began to stroke slowly; his member immediately taking direct notice, throbbing in a fervor more akin to convulsion. "He fucked it up last time, he didn't come back. But now thanks to him... I know how to give it to you, babe." Luca took his thumb and gently pried Teddy's mouth open. Eager to please, Teddy quickly took the opportunity to lick the tip of his cock, instantly savoring the powerful flavor of his dripping pre. It was unlike anything he'd ever tasted. Sweet, salty, sour, savory... every taste bud fired thousands of endorphins in his brain. "Get your tongue in there, CariĂąo. Let it in." Teddy's tongue acted as if it were under another power, softly probing the leaking slit of the head and causing Luca to groan in ecstasy, throwing his head back. Grabbing the back of his head, in one firm push, Luca speared Teddy's gaping maw with his musky cock, pressing the nose firmly into his ripe bush.
Teddy was nearly scent-drunk in his love's dank, masculine smell, and only after a split second did he realize his entire tongue had slipped into Luca's thick rod. Grunting like a man in heat, the latin adonis gritted his teeth in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he felt Teddy's tongue slowly retract out of his cock. Released from his impalement, Teddy observed the wide opening of the cockslit in full view. Luca's hands gripped his palms, guiding his index finger back to the inviting orifice, effortlessly slipping in and sounding into his member. Elastic stretching sounds echoed in the room as the cock widened to fit his finger, then two, then four... until the whole hand was inside.
Teddy felt entranced, completely enveloped in the heat of the moment, plunging his second hand into the gaping hole. It stretched wide to welcome him, and with a single glance upward to a winking Luca, he understood. Teddy worked quickly, using forward momentum and the increasing suction within the engorged cock to propel his head forward into the tight wet cavern. The rest happened quickly. The sucking member had taken his arms and head entirely inside of it, squeaking and expanding as it guzzled his shoulders, chest and midsection. He could feel Luca lift his dick upward, letting him slide deeper and deeper. It was constricting, it was tight, it was wet, it smelled funky and ripe... it was the best sensation he'd ever felt. As his thighs and calves were made quick work of, only his feet remained outside of the slit. It took mere seconds for them to slurp inside.
Luca's cock was as large as he was, veins bulging and the entire length of it bulging and contorting as it worked Teddy down little by little toward his balls. He began to pump toward his sweaty balls, until he could feel the tips of his boyhood friend's fingers reach the opening into his cavernous testes. As if a seal had been broken, Teddy's body fell into the ocean of spunk, swelling his balls to accommodate the entire human being being nestled into his sac. The pace of his cock pumping hastened, as he felt closer and closer to climax. He felt the rigid bones and gelatinous fat begin to melt into his seed as Teddy was assimilated entirely into his system. Just as Julio had done to him, and just as he had in turn done to Julio. His breathing shallowed, gasping for air as he reached his tipping point, shooting out cum like a firehose all over the interior of the room. In it, was every insecurity, every pain, every imperfection which had plagued his lover since he was forced into the world. Gallons, tens of gallons in cum painted every surface around him, and as his balls began to shrink back down to the size of cantaloupes, he could feel his body churning Teddy down, incorporating him into the remnants of what was left of Julio. The gift itself, handed down the line for thousands of years was being imbued into the very core of Teddy's being. Julio had overshot his escape route in the heat of his own carnal lust, being broken down and slowly assimilated into Luca's body. The cockiness, the libido, the drive, the gift all now coursed through Luca. He was gone, but he didn't have to be wasted.
Over the next few weeks of churning, gurgling, bubbling, and undulating, Teddy was broken down and rebuilt only to be broken down again. Each time, a little more of Julio's essence would incorporate into him, even some of Luca himelf found its way into his shapeless form. Every workout that he did provided bursts of testosterone into the mix, and every jerking session flooded serotonin and glutamate. And after carefully monitoring the time, ensuring that Teddy would not meet his cousin's fate, three months later, it was time.
Sitting down in the luxurious apartment paid for by thirsty gay subscribers to his JustForFans and PH videos, Luca took his cock into his hands once more. Gently. Slowly. Carefully. Never losing focus of what was at stake, he stroked. Within his heavy balls, his leche had begun to bubble and slosh, preparing itself for expulsion. He picked up the pace, lifting his arm to get a full inhale of his pungent, all-natural pit poppers. His cock began to pulse and crack, as the thick sludge began to make its way toward the exit. Sure not to fall into the same trap as before, he pulled away from his tangy stink and focused. It was time. His hand moved furiously up and down his slimy cock, dripping with pre which pooled at his big, musky feet. One final cry of euphoria and out shot his load. One barrage after another, thick and dense landing afront him. Each shot slowly coagulating into a recognizable form. It slowly hardened, the milky white color giving way to ivory, then light beige, then a warm tan. Muscles tightened beneath a smooth skin, their fibers reconnecting one by one until they were strong and lean.
By the end of the bombardment, the homunculus before him had stood up. It was as tall as him, as broad as him, as powerful as him, and as the form of it's face began to take shape, a single tear was shed from Luca's watery eyes. He recognized his love, he could see Teddy, albeit ever so slightly different. He had certainly taken more of Julio and Luca's essences than they'd anticipated. A sharp, chiseled jawline carved itself out of the miasma, dark brown locks of hair sprung from it's scalp and plump lips parted to allow the deep breath of life which had been denied until then. His caramel eyes opened, and he smiled.
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Master I'm begging for your help. A few days ago I bought a fleshlight online thinking it would be the best way to avoid buying it in person. But when I got it, the package was opened. The fleshlight was still intact in it, or so I thought. I used it last night and feel asleep while using it, but now I can't take it off. It's locked on my cock and I've got a weird sensation going all around my body. I don't know what's happening to me. Help me please
"Remain calm," I typed, my tone firm and reassuring. "What you're experiencing is a unique form of transformation. This fleshlight isn't ordinary, it's a tool for change, designed to morph its user into something... different. Embrace it."
The fleshlight, as it turned out, was enchanted with a powerful spell. As it clung to your cock, it vibrated in rhythm with your heartbeat, the sensation becoming more and more intense. Your body responded in kind, your muscles bulking up and your height increasing rapidly.
Your skin started to change next, becoming smoother, shinier, taking on the texture of rubber. The transformation was thorough, leaving no part of you untouched. Your once average physique was replaced by a towering, muscular frame, your skin transformed into glossy, resilient rubber.
As the physical changes took place, the fleshlight worked on your mind as well. Your thoughts started to fade, replaced by a singular focus on pleasure. You no longer thought about your job, your responsibilities, or your old life. Your existence became centered on the sensation of the fleshlight milking your cock, the waves of pleasure coursing through your transformed body.
The climax of your transformation was nothing short of explosive. With a roar, you came, your cum pouring out of you in rhythm with the fleshlight's relentless milking. Each pulse of pleasure took with it a piece of your old self, leaving in its place a mindless drone, existing solely for pleasure.
When the transformation was complete, the fleshlight finally released its hold. You were left standing there, your rubbery body gleaming under the lights, the heady scent of sex lingering in the air. Your new form was perfect, designed for the sole purpose of pleasure.
You were now a rubber drone, your life dedicated to the constant cycle of being milked for your cum. Your body was a masterpiece of erotic transformation, a testament to the power of the enchanted fleshlight. And the best part? You loved every second of it. Your old life was forgotten, replaced by the endless ecstasy of your new existence.

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Delicious isnât it
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Stunning to see another human male transformed into a rubber drone. Once that rubber hardens into a smooth shiny latex suit itâs game over for the human
The two guys arrived at the AirBnB looking confused. âSurely thereâs been a double booking?â said Russ, whoâd booked it while he was in town for a business conference. âLooks like it, but everywhere else was booked up and this was the last optionâ replied Dom, whoâd also arrived in town for work, and had to find somewhere as his preferred accommodation wouldnât be ready for another day or so.
âIâll call the owner, and see whatâs happenedâ said Russ, as he fired up his phone on loudspeaker so the pair of them could talk to the agent. As both of them identified that the agent had indeed double booked them, he was full of apologies, âIâm terribly sorry, my mistake. How about I donât charge either of you and you can share the apartment? Iâll send over an apology package too - howâs about that?â
Both Russ and Dom agreed that the place was big enough for just the night, and they couldnât turn down the offer seeing as there was nowhere else to go. Half an hour later, a delivery man arrived with a large heavy box, laden with snacks and some of the local wine. As the two men took the contents out of the box, there were two further packages, each with their names on. Russ opened one, and saw that it had some kinky rubber gear in it. âI donât know whatâs going on here, it seems like the owner thinks weâre a pair of perverts or something.â Dom agreed, âYeah, gross. Oh well, letâs just have some of this wine - Iâve never heard of it, but itâs free.â
As the night wore on and the two men finished a bottle each, they started to feel woozy and suggestive. âHah, maybe we should check out this rubber shit, see what the fuss is aboutâ said Dom. Russ started grinning, too woozy to complain, he agreed that it might be a laugh. As each man went off to slip into the gear that was curiously tight but surprisingly easy to pull on thanks to the NanoLube that came with it, each of them started to feel aroused.
As their bodies adjusted to the gear, Russ and Dom started to feel different as the gear constricted to their bodies. Now unashamed, each of them started to admire each otherâs rubbered form. âWe might as well go the whole hog and try these hood things, and take some picsâ said Russ. The slight kinks in the hoods started to smooth out and each of the men felt increasingly horny. âWow, we look like proper perverts!â laughed Dom, as they posed. Their fun grew increasingly heated, and the two of them posed pretending to put each otherâs cocks in their mouths. As Dom kneeled by Russâs cock, he leaned in and posed with the end of the cock touching his tongue, and almost instantly felt a twinge and suddenly slipped it into his mouth. âHey! Whatâs going on!â screamed a startled Russ, as Dom ignored his protest and began working Russâ cock. Just then, Domâs eyes rolled back in his head as the Nanolube started its work. Pushing Dom off in anger, yet with his cock now hard, Russ asked him what the fuck he was up to. âI am servicing my brotherâ said a now, flat-voiced Dom, with his mouth lubed and now hungry.
Russ pulled back horrified, as Dom rose up to his feet in a more robotic fashion. âGET AWAY FROM ME!â scream Russ, as Dom now started to move mechanically towards him. Dom replied âBrother, I am here to complete youâ and soon grabbed hold of Russ and forcefully pulled him into a snog. âNO! NoâŚmmmfff⌠ah ohâŚâ Russ was soon under the same spell Dom was and the pair of them were kissing, as the Nanolube from the sheath started to work on Russ too.
Now both men were hot for each other, responding to an urge neither had ever experienced. Dom ordered Russ to turn around and place himself on the bed, with Russ questioning âWh-whatâs happening to me⌠what is⌠brother?â and as he bent over, the ass of the suit opened up inviting the newly overwritten Dom, âWe⌠must complete⌠our change⌠brotherâ and drove his hard cock into Russâ hole, pumping the virgin hole full of newly nano-ed up cum. As Dom flooded Russâ hole, Russâ eyes rolled back into his head and he too was under the suitâs spell. Thanking Dom, he turned around and monotonously replied âThank you, my brother⌠It is time for you too to complete unit upgrade.â
After both men had cum in each other several times, the phone rang. It was the AirBNB owner. Both men stared at the screen now in awe of the agent, who was smiling on the other end. âWell I think I got the measure of you two, Russ and Dom. Or should it be R1361 and D1572 now? Bye bye uptight straight boys. Welcome drone brothers. I shall be along shortly to complete your recruitment and take you into my service.â The two new brother drones busily lost in each otherâs ecstasy and with renewed lust for their new owner complied, and continued to upgrade each other awaiting his arrival.