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Rapidly pausing your game and rushing to the door, you found yourself missing the delivery driver for just a second. Staring at the nondescript cardboard box on your doorstep, the label correctly stated your address, but the sender and intended recipient were left blank. Shrugging it off as yet another late-night delivery from your roommate, you decided to take it inside to check.

Carefully slicing through the tape (the cardboard yielded with a satisfying tear), you found within a sleek, black rubber bodysuit.

The texture unfamiliar, feeling both cool and smooth to the touch.. with only a single accompanying note, unsigned, simply stated:

"For your optimal performance."

As a regular at the local gym yourself, you interpreted this as some avant-garde workout gear that your roomate had been given as a sort of 'signing bonus' to kickstart his own physical conditioning. You've been trying to get him to sign up, but now the jealousy starts to hit you. The thought of enhanced performance, pushing your physical limits... it all sparked a flicker of excitement within your hands.

Surprisingly supple, you decided to try it on. The rubber easily yielded to your touch as you began the process. The sensation was immediate, a tightening embrace that moulded itself to your form. As you pull the zipper up to the nape of your neck, the pressure intensified, a strange, almost erotic sensation washing over you. Your breath hitched, your heart rate quickened - and, as the rubber suit enveloped your body completely to your fingertips, the realisation hit you that this was no simple mistake.

What if this suit was intended for Mark all along? He's going to kill me when he finds out I've worn it before him..

A new consciousness started to emerge from deep within you as you felt each and every inch of your body pulsate as it reshaped to your physical form. With every release from the intense pressure, a newfound sense of surrender, of yielding, and a burgeoning submissiveness would wash over you in its place. Panic dissolved into an intense wave of pure erotic complicitness, of pleasurable servitude, and - most importantly - of calm.

Lost in the throes of the metamorphosis, you were startled by the sound of your roommate, Mark, as he finally entered the apartment. Looking down at your tighly enrobed body as he stood in the doorway, a knowing smile played on his lips.

"Well, well," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "I see that my package arrived."

You turned around to look up at him, realising that this was always his plan. You tried to speak, to protest or to plead - you had no idea which - but the words caught in your throat as if his hands were wrapped around your neck.

"Things between us are going to be very different from now on."

-

Lou was shocked when the leather biker approached him and planted a wet kiss on his mouth. He had never been intimate with another man before. Even the thought of it had never crossed his mind. But as the leather biker touched his lips and forced his tongue down his throat he was overwhelmed by a sensation that was completely new to him. He found it hard to put the heart stopping moment into words. Maybe ‘a million butterflies tingling your stomach’ was the best way to describe the turmoil that broke out inside of him.

Just a minute ago Lou was watching the Pride parade with his wife Rachel and their two daughters, Amelia and Emily. It was his first time seeing so many members of the queer community at once. In their small town where everyone knew each other and every day felt like the day before the world outside was a strange place, especially to Lou who had never been to a big city until that day. It was supposed to be a once in a lifetime experience which he wanted to share with his family. But the kiss pulled the rug out from under his feet and life would never be the same again…

“That’s it, boy! I am cumming inside of you!” Harry shouted while holding Lou’s shoulders.

Lou got used to be called ‘boy’ despite being already 33. After all he had started his life as a gay man just half a year ago and was still learning the ropes. So being seen as a ‘boy’ was alright. 

Seven months had passed since the day the leather biker kissed him - a turning point in Lou’s life! All of the sudden he was fighting against cravings that his wife and any other woman couldn’t satisfy. They were growing every day and caused many headaches and sleepless nights.

Then about two weeks after being kissed by the leather biker Lou could no longer resist the urge for another man’s company. So one evening he drove to the big city and went to a gay leather bar where he met Harry, the guy who would become his first fuck buddy. The two of them made out in a dark alley before Harry took Lou to his place…  

Lou stayed with Harry for the next three weeks. He told his wife over the phone that he needed some time off. But he kept quiet of the things he was doing while away from home. 

After learning about Lou’s confusion regarding his sudden sexual attraction to men Harry immediately took advantage of it. He was the first guy whose cock Lou sucked, the first guy whose cum he swallowed and the first guy who fucked him and shot his load inside his ass. Since Lou was desperate for someone to guide him he submitted to anything Harry demanded.

During the three weeks Harry had Lou undergo several procedures to change his appearance. Besides several tattooes on his shoulders, arms and back, rings of different sizes adorned his nipples and ears. A septum piercing and a Prince Albert were also added some time later.

When Lou finally came home he was a completely different man, wearing provocative fetish gear even in broad daylight. He didn’t stay long, just a few minutes to tell his wife that he was definitely gay and that it would be better that the two of them went their separate ways. 

After two months Rachel came to the realisation that Lou was no longer the man she had married and agreed to get a divorce. Lou had already moved out at that time living in the big city as a gay man.

“Hey, gorgeous!“ Gary said when he grabbed Lou and pushed his tongue inside his mouth.

They met on a gay leather event, and ever since Gary surprised him with a kiss Lou called that hot leather daddy his boyfriend. It took him a while to realize that Gary was that leather biker who had kissed him back then.

“I knew that we would meet again,” Gary said. “You were meant to become my man. Now I won’t let go of you.”

Gary was right. Since planting that kiss on his lips Lou had slowly succumbed to Gary’s spell. And the two of them would spend the rest of their lives together.

Nate was simply chilling on his bed, scrolling down his social media pages. His relaxation was interrupted however when his door flew open, and in walked a sunglasses-wearing man he had never seen before.

Nate could barely get out a “What the f-?” before the man ran over to him and pinned him down on the bed, holding one arm down with his right hand and the other with his knee. With his free hand, the man whipped out an unusual device, and simply said:

“Collar on, mind off.”

Nate started to fight harder. He didn’t want some stranger to put a freaking collar on him! But despite his efforts, he couldn’t release his hands from beneath the man, who closed the collar around Nate’s neck. He heard a click and a lock, and the man again saying:

“Collar on, mind off.”

Nate struggled even more initially, but slowly, he started to stop struggling so hard. Gradually, his writhing came to a stop, and his strained, angry face relaxed. He looked straight up at the man above him with a blank expression.

The man lifted himself off Nate and stood aside the bed. Nate robotically sat up, turned and stood off the bed. He walked over to the wall, and turned away from it. With the green glow in his eyes matching the light on the collar, he droned:

Awww Umhh 😌

To invite you to look at it, to watch it. To see it absorb the light of the room. To watch the specular highlights dancing across its skin, its hood, its restraints, its pole.

Its second duty will be to connect with you.

To invite you to touch it, to feel it. To feel the slickness of its encasement. To sense the tightness of the rubber that is its second skin. To run your fingers over the straps that encompass its limbs. To squeeze its rock hard pole, feeling just how aroused it is in its engagement with you.

Its third duty will be to engage you.

To get you to run your tongue over its hood, across its chest, and with a little encouragement (it won’t take much encouragement) to get you down on your knees. It will tease you, entice you, and you WILL need to taste that pole, feel how alien its smoothness feels in your mouth, in your throat.

Its fourth duty will be to prime you.

It will start vocalizing its mantras, its rules, its controls, its programming. Loud enough to be heard, but quiet enough that you can’t understand it. And you will strain to listen, to hear, as you continue to suck on it, hands grasping at its thighs, its butt, its chest. You’ll make out a word ‘RUBBER’ or two ‘OBEDIENCE’… but you will need to hear more.

Its fifth duty will be to restrain you.

It gently and slowly pushes you off its pole, and with one finger guides your chin, your head, your body back to a standing position — it still mumbling its words, slightly more loudly now. It will place its hand on your chest and gently, slowly, forcefully guide you back, back, back one more step, where you feel the wall suddenly, softly, smoothly embrace you. It lifts your right wrist up and presses it back against the wall where it is held immobile. Your left wrist soon follows. You wonder briefly how they are being held in place, but the thought flits away as you hear ‘CONTROL’, 'PLEASURE’, 'OBEDIENCE’, 'SERVICE’.

Its sixth duty will be to open you.

It leans in, and uses its gloved hands to open your mouth, your tongue seeking out the rubber, needing to taste it. It leans further in, bringing the port, the orifice, the filter over its mouth in contact with yours. It breathes out slowly, strongly, deeply, as you breathe in slowly, strongly, deeply. And time stops. And you stop. And it stops. And everything stops. And you are everything, and nothing, for a brief moment in time.

Its seventh duty will be to enclose you.

It pulls its head back, and steps back, and lift up into the space between you, a hood, just like its. Black, glossy, absorbing, reflecting. It shows you the front of the hood, the eye shield, the ports. It shows you the top and sides, the straps, the buckles. It shows you the back, the smooth, thick rubber, the zipper, the thick collar, open, unlatched. It opens the back of the hood. It shows you the smooth, smooth interior. It shows you the thick padded rubber gasket which will encase your nose, your mouth. It shows you the thick rubber tubes which will invade your nose, your sinuses. It shows you the thick, long, rubber cock protruding from the gasket.

You lick your lips. You open your mouth. You know you need to be enclosed. You know you NEED to be hooded.

Closer. Closer. Your tongue reaches, stretches, touches, tastes, invites. Your lips wraps themselves around it just as they had for the other pole just moments before. They embrace, envelope, invite it in deeper, deeper, deeper still. The tubes enter your nostrils, not far but fully. The gasket presses against your face. You close your eyes. You feel the rubber envelop more, more, more of you head, the zipper slowly sliding back, and down, down, down, each centimeter tightening the hood’s grip, pressing the gasket more snugly, wrapping the cups over your ears more fully. You feel the tug as the collar is fastened. Closed.

Enclosed.

Your eyes open. You see IT step back. You hear IT muttering, mumbling, vocalizing. You see IT step back again. It watches you watching it.

Its eighth duty already accomplished…to deliver you to its controller…it turns and walks toward the door at the far corner of the room where it presses a button on the wall. At once, the door opens, the lights in the room go out, leaving the light through the doorway backlighting it for you, then the visor blacks out.

The voices start in your ears. Clear now, deep, resonant, multiple…

“Axiom 1: OBEDIENCE IS PLEASURE, PLEASURE LEADS TO OBEDIENCE”

“Axiom 2: TO SERVE IS TO EXIST, TO EXIST IS TO SERVE”

…

As the voices drift into overlapping streams of worship delivered at different speeds, the visor lights up with two words…“WELCOME, PROTODRONE”.

Hypnovember 1 - Soliloquy

Wandering through the abandoned factory turned impromptu rave party. The young man found himself wandering around looking for the entrance and following the thumping beat when he spotted something shining in the dim light. Upon further inspection he found a gasmask sitting on a dusty table, noting passively how it seemed much less dusty than its' surroundings. Immediately his mind drifted to the rubber fantasies

"What a lucky find! I almost want to put you on right now and go party!" he spoke to no one im particular. Holding it up in his hand and staring into the lenses.

"To drone or not to drone, that is the question?" he exclaimed jokingly.

Seeming to react to his musings, the mask almost seemed to grip his hand back and at the same time a tube like tendril coiled its way around his arm.

His playful musings quickly faded into panic as he tried to get himself out of the his current predicament. The mask seemed to melt into the tendril and its entirely flowed up his arm toward his face.

The man could offer no resistance what-so-ever as the mask deflty ascended his body, every attempt to slow it down or remove barely impeded it at all.

As the mask reformed in front of his face and closed in around him.

Yesterday I was an average, middle aged accountant, my hair was starting to thin out and my dad bod was coming in strong. I was browsing random apps on my phone when an ad popped up. "Need a vacation from yourself? Want to try a brand new experience?" Looking into it, it looked like a gay dating app honestly.

Bored, I created a profile and it asked me the basic questions about what I was looking for, who I saw myself as, etc.

Less than an hour later I was notified that a match was found. A button appeared asking if I agreed to the match, starting the next morning. I thought that was odd but clicked agree.

I woke in this younger man's beautiful body. I was naked but he has this skin tight suit laying over the bed. I grabbed it and went into the bathroom to check out what was going on.

The strangers face unlocked the phone I had found. I went to the app and read the fine print. I was taking a vacation from my life in this guys body, all we had to do to swap back was to hit the buttons to iniate the reverse.

Before I could even speak to my old body I was called from the bathroom by a commanding voice. A big bear of a man forced me into this suit, cuffed my hands rendering them useless, and inserted the tail plug up my ass.

Oh i have lots of ideas anon. You want to be a punk uh ? You think that's "badass" ? You want to be different because you think that makes you cool. I know your type. Disruptive, disrespectful, and quite frankly useless to society. If you want to be a punk so bad, then you're going to be treated like one.

WHAM

You bedroom door flies open and three or four cops rush in. They start grabbing you and restraining you, and you're powerless to resist.

"Get your hands off off me pigs ! You can't do this ! I didn't do anything wrong !!!"

You scream in vain as a cop puts his hand over your mouth to silence you. You instantly start to feel woozy and light-headed and soon enough, you black out.

When you wake up, you find yourself strapped to a bed. You can tell that you're naked by the cold air you can feel on your skin. You'd try to scream but you were gagged.

The room you're in is completely sterile and white. You'd think you were in some super fancy hospital if it weren't for the ominous contractions above and around you. You hear heavy footsteps approach and a door open. A military man, clearly high ranking judging by his uniform, and a doctor enter the room.

"Hello young man. You must be a bit confused as to why you're here so i'll explain. As you're well aware, there's been a recent rise in social instability all around the country which has resulted in countless marches, violent protests and extremist riots. This has put both the police and the military under a rising amount of pressure that our current forces cannot deal with. The solution to that problem is .... you."

"The punks, the agitators, the dissidents. As part of our new program we take the likes of you off the streets, turn you into obedient law enforcers and then put you back on the streets to be put to a better use. Two birds with one stone ! You stop causing problems and we get a shiny new agent !"

"Now, i already hear you say "But i didn't even do anything. This is illegal." Well, thankfully our government is very pro-military and has fully endorsed this program. And thanks to a state of the art AI algorithm, we're able to predict crimes before they even happen ! Let me take a look at your file. It looks like you were 75% likely to cause trouble at a protest which is above the national's threshold to arrest you and put you through the program ! Lucky you ! You'll finally be of service to society !"

At this point you were in full panic mode. It was so surreal. This couldn't be a prank, it'd have to be a very elaborate one. It felt like you were in a horrible nightmare and were going to wake up any second. Except this was very real. How could this happen ?! What did you do to deserve this ?!

You struggled against your restrains, trying to escape. But it was no use. You were trapped. As you looked around you could see the doctor preparing his equipment.

"You don't need to worry tho. There won't be much of you left after we're done with the process. You'll be a mindless obedient drone who happily follows orders. Alright, let's begin !"

With that, the doctor pushed a button and a sudden beaming light blinded you. It must have lasted 30 seconds but it felt like forever as it left your skin with a sensation of painful stinging all over your body. Then, the doctor started spraying you with a clear liquid that left your skin looking glossy.

"These early steps are what we call the initial treatment. First, all your hair has to be permanently removed. We wouldn't want any of that pesky hair to get in the way of your new duties right ? That also means that your haircut had to go. It's shiny baldness forever for you now ! Your hair cells all got burned away by that light, so you'll be nice and hairless from now on"

You screamed through your gag as hard as you could, tears running down your eyes. This was wrong. Your hair that you were so proud of... gone forever... What they were doing to you as unfair. They were making you into a freak.

"After this the skin is treated with a special solution that makes it receptive to the next step: the suiting. With your skin primed, it'll now bond perfectly with our permanent latex coating. You can now say bye bye to your skin."

A shiny black liquid suddenly splashed on you from above. The liquid, as if it had a mind of its own, started spreading all over your body. Starting with your stomach, then to your torso and your groin. Your manhood quickly got encased into a smooth bulge.

The pitch black liquid filled all the pores of your skin. All the crevices and imperfections were gone. Your treated skin bonded immediately with the liquid on contact, leaving behind a featureless black latex exterior. It didn't feel so much like a tight garment had been put on you, but more like an actual second skin that was an extension of your own. The liquid then made quick work of your arms and legs, leaving your face for last.

Your head got covered first, making it a shiny sleek dome. As the liquid creeped closer to your face, the doctor removed your gag. You didn't have time to utter your final words as your mouth got sealed shut forever.

With your face blank, the suiting was complete. You were now fully rubberized. With no visible facial features, it was like you could have been anyone in there. Your personhood had been removed. Anyone looking at you could only see a sleek, black, featureless drone.

Inside, you were trying to grasp what had happened to you when you felt the liquid penetrate your rear. Your lurched forward at the sudden invasion.

"Don't struggle drone. This is the next step of the process : the erasure of your mind. Don't worry, it'll be very pleasurable for you. We find that our drones are at their most productive and obedient when they're in a state of permanent arousal. Pleasure becomes the driving force behind all their basic functions which makes for infallible and flawless soldiers. You're gonna enjoy this."

The invading liquid formed an airtight plug that stretched and fused with your insides, carefully connecting to all your nerve endings. Your mind was reeling from what the man had just told you. You couldn't let this happen, you had to resist whatever would happen. You didn't have time to finish your thought when your body suddenly lit up with extreme sensory pleasure. It was like your entire body was sensually stroked and caressed. Your wriggled and squirmed at the mental assault. This was more intense than anything you had ever done.

In fact, it was more intense that anything your mind could possibly handle. The pleasure was so extreme and excessive that it was all your brain could process, pushing all other forms of cognition to the back of your mind. It was like you were suddenly thrust in the passenger seat of your own body. The entirety of who you are as a person, watching yourself be wracked with pleasure.

But the pleasure only grew, it grew so much that it even started to take over the little corner you had retreated into. You tried to resist, you tried to push it back and keep some of who you are intact. But the intense arousal started to erode and whittle away at you. Like a bright all consuming light that got brighter and brighter, the pleasure was unstoppable and it gradually consumed the entirety of who you were.

It's pleasure. It's only pleasure. You try to resist, just because you know that what you have to do. But you don't even know why anymore. Because the only thing that exists is pleasure. It's so overwhelming. And just like that, your mind hits a breaking point and it all disintegrates.

If the men around you could see your eyes, they'd see the light that was in them dim and extinguishing forever. They see you go limp and that's all they need to see to know that all traces of who you once were are gone. Your entire identity got erased.

"Wow, it's always such a thrilling thing to behold... Seeing a person be wiped clean and a drone be born." Said the commander

"All that government funding certainly helped streamline the process. Things got quite ugly for some of the first test subjects. This one should feel lucky." the doctor replied

It didn't even react when the men started to outfit it in full tactical gear. Thanks to its new rubberized skin, it won't ever have to take its gear off.

The blank drone could now be reprogrammed into the perfect enforcer of the law. Connections directly to the brain started sending new signals to the drone. Signals of conformity and uniformity. Of law and order. Of authority and discipline. With its free will gone, the drone swiftly stands at attention, ready to receive orders.

Assimilation complete

One thought. One purpose.

Obedience.

Conformity.

Order.

You know what? How about I just go ahead & embrace it. I’ll make sure those commissions & follower stories are shared and handled as intended, my time to write has just been cramped and the spare moments I have to set aside for my kinks are limited; but as I’ve said time and time again, I’m a proud gay man who doesn’t match the views of my characters, this is all purely sexual. I literally moved out of the south to come to the Bay Area, I vote liberal.

We jerk off to men turning into socks that get soaked in sweat and used as a cum rag; we all love reading about straight men turning into big booty himbos that crave cock. Sexuality change is innately hot, and I enjoy and am excited by primal, masculine instincts warping men like me into something entirely different. I have no shame in my kink and enjoyment for the niche of stories I write.

Like I said, I’ll make sure the promised stories are finished and posted as I’m able, but going forward I’m just gonna embrace what I like and write what I want to write. And you guessed it: there’s gonna be a lot of sweet, tidy gay men finding their place as powerful, dominant straight men.

So save the whining for someone else, my dude. Feel that cloudy sluggishness inside your head? The tightness of your muscles as you read more and more of this message? Yeah, go ahead and load up some classic lesbian porn. Feel your cock get fat and hard in your palm, stare at their huge tits bouncing up and down, juices leaking from their pussies. Think about how badly you want to breed them.

You should use your brain power for better things: like planning your next conquest.

Marcus had been chatting with this guy online, conversing about the different types of kink he was interested in. Occassionally they would roleplay with him being enslaved to the man through various means, those were the conversations the Marcus loved the most. The more they chatted the closer they became. One day the man offered for him to come stay at his place for a weekend.

Upon arriving at the man’s house Marcus was greeted by his friend as well as two rubberclad drones. The man explained that he often had people come and stay and that those two were a couple of his more permanent residents, completely resigned to be this man’s slaves. Marcus found the idea both intriguing and slightly unnerving, but who was he to judge someone else.

After a few hours of chatting and admiring his rubbery slaves, they decided to head to the bedroom. The man’s bedroom was something that Marcus had not been expecting. The man’s entire bed was rubber. Pillows, sheets, blankets, everything. Marcus found it slightly odd but given their hobbies not too crazy. The man told Marcus to get confortable while he went to change, leaving Marcus alone for the moment.

Marcus stripped down and sat on the bed, feeling a shiver run through him as his warm skin met with the cold rubber. He rubbed his hands along the rubber tenderly, relishing the feeling of the cool rubber. He gently laid back against it, feeling it on his back and sighing pleasurably. It felt good…really good.

Without warming, the bed sprung to life. The blanket whipped over him tightly, pinning his arms and legs down. Marcus opened his mouth to yell but as soon as he opened his mouth the rubber shot in, gagging him. He laid there completely motionless, unable to move for an unknown amount of time before he heard the man enter the room.

“That was much easier than I had expected. I didn’t figure I’d be able to snare you that quickly. No need to delay I suppose, your condition can begin immediately.”

Marcus heard him talking and something told him that he should panic, but for some reason he simply didnt care. The rubber gripping his body tightly actually felt quite relaxing.

…drone…

Marcus heard a voice whisper in his ear, or was it in his mind, he was confused by it. He wasn’t a…

…drone…

Marcus was a drone? Somehow that made sense to him, he was a drone.

…obey…

Drone was lost in the voice, in the rubber. It wanted to obey, it wanted to…

…serve Master… …obey Master… …drone…

The voice mercilessly pounded away at the drones’ mind for hours, until even subconsciously it was nothing more than a mindless slave.

Drone felt the tight rubber holding it in place release its grip and it could move again. It say up and saw itself in the mirror. It was now covered from head to toe in shiny black rubber, just like the other drones that it had saw earlier.

It was mindlessly admiring its’ body when he heard his Master’s voice ring through a speaker in the wall.

“You turned out magnificently dear Marcus. Too bad you won’t really ever know. Now make up the bed nice and neat. I have more company coming tonight and the room needs to be ready.”

You know what...NO.

I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to let anything stop me from enjoying what I love.

This is my space just as much as anyone else and while I'm happy to share with everyone. I won't let anything bully me out of it or tell me to go play elsewhere.

Here's a taste of what's to come:

-A handful of stories for the Golden/Polo Drones (probably posted on alt account) -A short drone story -12 Days of Xmas (think hypnovember) -The unveiling of a new idea I've been trying to flesh out. -A 3k follower special

AND...

A second person Drone tf story collab project that I can absolutely NOT wait to finish and share with you all.

....and because I'm too excited about it....a teaser.

Jeremy was the first test subject to receive the clearance to proceed and schedule the necessary time off of work for the experiment. He was excited to be accepted and made all of the necessary plans to be off of work for the duration of the experiment.

Jeremy arrived at the testing facility promptly at 5:45 am on the prescribed Monday morning. He was greeted with a few hundred pages of paperwork to review and sign before the end of the day. He was intimidated by the sheer volume but glanced though the majority of it before he found the one page summary which he read in great detail. His mind was overwhelmed by the volume and the fact that it could have been condensed into one page. He had been there reading for the majority of the day and was fully satisfied after reading the one page summary. He had not even noticed the various gases along with the subliminal messages that were contained within the pages. He really had no choice but to sign just as had been planned.

He was then led to the heart of the facility and shown his room for the duration of the stay. He and on of the research assistants sat down for a nice dinner while they went over Jeremy’s schedule for the next few weeks. Jeremy was very tired after this meal and was taken back to his room were he found a change of clothes. He got changed and then promptly fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

He was awoken in morning and taken to the inhouse Nu U barber shop were he was given a shave a a very close cut crew cut. He was not happy with this but he found that he new that he must follow orders in order for the therapy to be successful. The Nu U barber the told him to lay back and let him create the face mold while Jeremy could relax under the warm of a hot towel. The blank mask was placed over the lower half of his face and a hot towel was then placed over the mask. The mask had built in holes for breathing and he was soon lost in the comfort of the hot towel. His face relaxed and that is exactly what the researchers wanted. He spent the remainder of the day going through physical exams as well as some mental exercises. He had dinner with the same research assistant again and quickly went to bed after the meal.

Th Nu U researchers spent the night going through the test results and completed their preparations for the morning. The mask was completed with various internal improvements.

Jeremy awoke in the morning feeling fresh and ready to begin the real testing. He had breakfast and was led into the lab where he donned another set of specially designed scrubs and laid down on the table as directed. They then attached the NU U interface pads to each side of his face. Once the pads were attached, Jeremey felt himself drifting off into a very relaxed state. The mask was then placed over his face. He had no idea what to expect and at this point nothing that he wanted mattered.

A lot of things changed while Jeremy was undergoing this Nu U therapy. He wound not be waking up until the entire test period had passed. His mind was being “corrected” to remove any insecurities or other mental issues. Even though he was not moving, his body was going through a similar transformation. All of the hair on his body failed to grow as one would expect but instead it all fell off without a replacement growing in.

Jeremy would never have any of those insecurity issues ever again and as a matter of fact, he would be a Nu U drone from this day forward.