Hypnovember 4 - Report

DroneTech Research and Development Project Report

Project Overview: Roaming Assimilation Suit (R.A.S.)

The Roaming Assimilation Suit, or R.A.S., is a in-development drone suit integrated with a self-supporting nanite mesh. The interwoven mesh allows the suit to operate autonomously, negating the need for a human occupant for initial deployment. The mesh itself allowing the suit to retain proper form and even a limited degree of autonomy.

The R.A.S. exhibits limited movement capabilities and is even capable of interacting with its environment to a limited degree. However, it has not capable of the computational capacity or physical strength of a fully converted drone.

Designed predominantly for security purposes, the R.A.S. conducts surveillance patrols along pre-defined routes, blending indistinguishably with other drones until it identifies an intruder. At such time it will activate its prime directive.

When an intruder is detected, the R.A.S. engages in an assertive pursuit. Upon nearing its target, the mesh will reform itself and open the suit at any place where it deems advantageous. Its primary goal is to envelop the target inside itself. The interior of the suit is lined with a specialized rubber compound that serves a multitude of functions. Firstly it rapidly breaks down any clothing or other non-orgranic surfaces worn by the target. Secondly it adheres to the targets skin, forming an almost irreversible bond between the two. Lastly the intense bond releases a mixture of drugs into the targets body that lowers cognitive function and increases pleasure receptors, the combination makes the subject both docile and very receptive to programming.

Once the suit has fully enveloped the target the mask activates and serves as a traditional drone mask, quickly subduing the hosts mind and repurposing it for use by the Drone Hivemind. Once programming is complete a detailed report of the drone's identity is forwarded to DroneTech and the drone is fully integrated into the hive.

Performance Evaluation: To date the current iteration of the R.A.S. currently demonstrates a 95% success rate in assimilation and host pacification.

Keith always walked home late from work, never thought anything of it, untill one night.

It was a normal summer night, the moon was full, quiet streets near the factory, but something felt off. He swore he heard the occasional squeak. He felt like he was being watched. He was right, a rubber drone, infected with the rubber virus lurked in the shadows. Keith was caught off guard by the drone when it pounced. Keith was knocked to the ground by the rubber drone. Keith was a pretty large guy, and the drone matched his size, but it fell as if the drone was larger. Keith struggled under the drone but bairly managed to get himself free. The drone had managed to tear Keith’s shirt off and break his belt. The drone reacted quickly, pinning Keith to the wall. The drone managed to rip Keith’s pants loose, dropping them around his ankles. Keith went to break free but was knocked down by his own pants tripping him.

The drone used this opportunity to rip Keith’s underwear off, exposing his tight virgin hole. Keith fought but couldent move the drone off of him. Keith felt the cold rubber cock of the drone prodding his hole. He fought to keep him out. The drone laughed as his 10 inch rubber cock broke the seal of Keith’s virgin ass. Keith moaned in pain and soon pleasure as the rubber precum of the drone lubricated Keith’s ass.

The drone held Keith’s furry but muscular torso with his thick rubber arms, the feeling of the rubber slowly turning him on as the thick rubber cock in his ass fucked his brain, and the rubbery precum slowly consumed his ass.

Keith fought to hold the rubber back, it slowly creeping around his swelling balls and hardening cock. The rubber slowly breaking down his resistance. Keith was a fighter, but was finally being broken by the thick, slippery rubber cock in his ass and the rubber coating his body and brain.

Tyler rushed up the staircase of his apartment complex. He didn't know what his goal was but he knew he didn't want to get caught by whatever the thing was following him. He glanced back and saw it steadily approaching him. Not rushing after him but never slowing either. His entire building was crawling with the rubbery intruders. It started with just a couple but they spread like wildfire.

He had been hiding with a friend until help came but his friend got restless and made a break for the exit. Tyler could only watch as his friend was quickly restrained. The rubber skin from drone flowing like water over his friend's body. He watched as cries of fear and panic slowly turned to pleasurable moaning and ultimately silence as the rubber overtook every inch of his skin until only another rubber drone remained.

The drone that used to be his friend turned its head directly towards Tyler's hiding spot and slowly approached it. Tyler knew he was discovered and quickly darted to the stairwell and into the predicament he was currently in.

As he rushed up the stairs he stopped in his tracks when he saw another of the drones standing ahead of him. It didn't seem to have noticed him yet and he took the moment to try and rush past it. He rammed into it hard with his shoulder causing it stumble slightly and give him an opening to get past. Realizing he was only getting further and further from an exit, he decided to exit the stairwell and try to find a new place to hide.

He rushed past a couple rooms where he could hear a mix of yelling and moaning and saw a drone emerging from a room up ahead. Without thinking he dove into an open door and closed it quickly. The room itself looked empty and he sighed in relief as he quickly locked the door for added security.

Tyler stood there for a little while sweating profusely and panting out of breath. As his fear induced rush subsided he realized he was actually incredibly hot, much warmer than he should be and also that his shoulder had a strange tightness to it. He slid his hand up the sleeve of his shift to better rub it when he felt something odd.

Despite the fact that he was extremely hot the skin felt cool and slick. He rubbed it for a moment and felt something slick and warm rub off onto his hands. He curiously pulled his hand back and froze when he saw it.

His hand was covered in black liquid rubber just like that of the drones. He cursed when he realized that shoulder-checking the drone must have spread it to him. He quickly threw off his shirt and confirmed his fears.

Across his shoulder, chest and upper arm was smooth black rubber. He looked at his hand, now covered entirely and spreading up his forearm and started to panic. He tried in vain to wipe the rubber off his hand and only aided it in spreading further. Everywhere the rubber spread felt cool and relaxed. A pleasant tingle radiated from deep within him and he felt his panic slowly subsiding. The more it spread the better he felt. Without thinking he reached down and grabbed his rock hard cock.

Immediately the rubber on his hand slid over his throbbing member, spreading the pleasure onto it as well. A lusty moan escaped his lips as he began stroking his rubber cock, shooting wave after wave of pleasure through his almost entirely rubber coated frame. His entire upper body had been covered as well as most of his legs. The rubber steadily consumed his flesh, the rubber flowing effortlessly over his feet, forming into heavy boots as it did.

Orgasmic pleasure reverberated through his body and mind as he stood there, mechanically stroking his cock. Deep in his mind he knew this was wrong but at the same time it felt so right. He couldn't remember why he was so worried to begin with. New memories and thoughts began to float into his mind. He had always wanted to be a drone, to obey and serve. This was a dream come true for him. He loved rubber and couldn't get enough. He never wanted to take it off. It felt too good wrapping his body, hugging it tightly.

He could feel more and more of his mind slipping away with each stroke, each pump getting him closer and closer to a literal mind-blowing orgasm. His euphoric pleasure slowly shifted to needy frustration. No matter how hard he tried he could never reach the tipping point but steadily grew into an all consuming need.

Tyler was too consumed with his inner turmoil to notice as the rubber began ascending from his neck, it slowly slid over his slack-jawed mouth, flowed over his nose, then his glazed and distant eyes, ears and finally entire head. Within seconds Tyler was fully replaced by another rubber drone.

The drone straightened up and released its' hand from its rubber bulge. It scanned the room for a moment before departing in search for more conversion candidates. Deep in the recesses of its mind Tyler was reeling in lust and frustration. To him, he was still furiously stroking his cock in an attempt to achieve an unreachable goal. Locked in a cycle of endless lust while the hive controlled what used to be his body. Now nothing more than another faceless drone for the hive.

Rubber was a huge turn on, and, although relatively inexperienced in the world of rubber, he did have a small collection of gear, including gas mask, a full rubber suit, a rubber surf suit, rubber gauntlets and waders. He would peek at Chris getting ready into his compression gear before going for his daily 5 mile runs. Thinking about how good Chris’ defined abs and chest would look encased in a rubber suit. Whilst he tried to focus on his university coursework, he couldn’t help fantasising what it would be like to be with Chris fully clad in rubber. 

Unable to focus on his studies he decided to spend time surfing the web. He typed “rubbermen” into the browser, and hit return. As Jake scrolled through countless pictures of rubber-clad men in all kinds of situations, an advert popped up and the words caught his attention. “Are you a rubber fetishist looking for a partner?”

So he clicked on the advert, which took him to a new web-page. Another photo caught his eye when he saw the text, “Turn your dream guy into a the perfect rubber man. Click here.” Jake just had to find out more. It was an advert for a company called LatexUs. They offered a liquid latex product that contained an extra ingredient. Once the liquid latex came into contact with the skin it would turn that person into a compliant rubber loving ‘drone’. The product came at a price and the text stated it was still experimental so results were not guaranteed. The cost was £1000 for an 8 oz flask. 

This could be the answer to his dreams. For a grand he could turn his roommate into his perfect partner and rubberman. He clicked on the purchase button and entered his card details. The purchase was confirmed, delivery would be in 48 to 72 hours. Jake’s heart was pounding. He used the time to plan how he was going to change his roommate into a rubberman.

[48 hours later, a courier had delivered a parcel to Jake]

Jake had waited for his moment. He took the flask out of the cardboard box and unscrewed the lid, letting the scent of rubber fill his nose. The thick black liquid sloshed around, shiny and gooey. It was now or never. Jake went into the bathroom and quickly poured the contents of the flask onto Chris as he emerged from the shower.

“Wha… Ahh~.. What is this stuff.. Nghh~..” Chris let out before he fell to his knees.

Chris felt so fucking horny. He never felt so good in his life. He had felt the best pussy on the hottest women, but this made him melt in ecstasy. It was so warm…so thick…that smell… It was so goooood…

Chris’ hands moved on their own, rubbing the thick substance all over his body.

He watched as everywhere the rubber touched, it clung tightly to his skin, and as the rubber covered his body up to his neck, it encased him in a seamless, shiny black rubber suit.

Jake quickly got some headphones and placed them over the ears of his confused roommate.

“You are gay,” he heard a voice tell him.

“No, I’m not, I’m straight, I like women,” Chris thought clearly.

“You love cock,” the voice spoke again.

“I’m not gay, the only cock I love is my own.” Chris confirmed.

“You love rubber.” came the next line.

“No I don’t…but it feels so good” acknowledged Chris.

“You love your rubber suit.” the voice rang through his head again.

“Yea… I love my suit…” Chris’ thoughts were becoming more clouded each time the voice came.

“You want to be in rubber…always.”

“I do…? No…Yes…I do…” Chris’ face became slack as the rubber started to cover his head.

“You are gay.” the voice began again.

“I’m not…” but this time Chris’ own thoughts sounded a bit ‘wooly’.

“You love cock.”

“NO!… It’s not true…” Chris could feel himself losing control. “No… This isn’t right… What’s happening to me…?” 

“You love rubber.” the voice continued

“I….I… I love rubber… ” Chris was becoming unable to challenge the words that were clouding his mind.

“You love your suit.”

“I love my suit… it feels amazing…” Chris declared.

“You want to be in rubber forever.” This time images flashed through Chris’ mind of himself being permanently encased in rubber.

“So sexy….” Chris relished the thought.

“You are gay.” it began again.

“Am I…? I guess I am…” Chris’ responded, it was getting harder and harder to think. It was so much easier to agree with the voice.

“You love cock.”

“I’m gay. I love cock…” As he said the words, he shuddered. In his mind, he felt things change. His mind was being wiped clean.

“You love rubber.”

“I love rubber…” thought Chris. Of course he loved rubber, he’s always loved rubber

“You love your suit.”

“I love my suit.” His mind was going blank as he thought those words.

“You want to be in rubber forever.”

“I want to be in rubber forever.” the mantra cemented itself in his mind, wiping away everything else that Chris had been. He was a blank slate now.

“You are gay.”

“I am gay.” the thought came almost naturally.

“You love cock.”

“I love cock. I want cock. I need cock.” he was getting hungry for some cock.

“You love rubber.”

“I love rubber. It makes me so fucking horny.”

“You love your suit.”

“I love my suit. Its so fucking tight. I never want to take it off.”

“You want to be in rubber forever.”

“I want to be in rubber forever!”