#rubber transformation

[rubberfantasy]

#heavy rubber #total enclosure #rubber doll #gif #slave #heavyrubber #gimp #rubber transformation

[x5960]

Elaruz part 1

John was shocked when he entered hell. Everywhere he looked he could see cocoons, some filled with human bodies, others open with tubes coming out of them and thick black oili-like liquids leaking out of the cocoons opening. Suddenly he heard a voice telling him he would be transformed into a powerful incubus like the others. He tried to run away, but he was soon grabbed by the tubes of an opened cocoon.

John was brought closer and closer to the cocoon until he slipped inside of it. He felt something try to enter his asshole and he found a tube for his already erect penis. His cock push inside the tube and get stimulated. Despite his efforts to resist, a tube was put in his butt and the cocoon began to stimulate his prostate as he felt something pressing and pulsing inside his asshole.

John's cries of fear and anguish turned into moans of pleasure as his orgasm hit him like never before. At the same time he heard the voice again, and this time it was confirming that he would be the perfect incubus. John felt the cocoon tightening around him as a fusion of latex began to cover his body. His face was soon pressed into a gas mask and fused with it. Black oili demon blood started to fill John and his mind began to darken and a new evil and dominating personality of an incubus began to take over.

His muscles grew stronger and his penis enlarged as the cocoon became even tighter. Finally, two latex wings sprouted from John's shoulders and horns grew from his head. The cocoon released him and he opened his wings, showing his newly formed incubus body. His memories of his former life had gone and he was now Elaruz, a powerful incubus that followed the orders of the Devil, successfully transformed from his human body into an incubus.

#rubber demon #rubber incubus #rubber body #rubber transformation #demonification

[hard-like-fella]

Your identity is forfeit. You will be reconstructed for service.

#rubber drone #male transformation #drone transformation #inanimate tf #male asfr #workgear #ai #ai generated

[lobostarkrobert]

The guard drones want to enter the door to see!

#drone transformation #rubber drone #drone

[fredwkong]

Virgo Season: Daniel

Daniel knew that he was a good man. He’d grown up in a small community in Appalachia, gone to seminary, and started his own ministry in the same community he’d grown up in. One of his sermons, on the evils of liberalism and city life, had gone “viral,” whatever that meant, and Daniel had been overjoyed to receive an invitation to Pastor Blanco’s conference at the Astra Hotel.

Not since seminary had Daniel felt like he was among so many like-minded people. So many good points had been made during just the first week, Daniel had taken enough notes to write a whole year of sermons. Sure, a few people seemed to have left the conference before they were scheduled to, but that just meant that there was more attention left for those who remained, in Daniel’s opinion.

He was immeasurably grateful for the attention he had received thus far. Daniel knew he had a tendency to be a bit more of a follower than a leader, but the speakers, even Pastor Blanco, didn’t seem to mind Daniel’s puppyish, incessant questions and agreement. They encouraged him in a way that Daniel had never felt encouraged before.

Still, there was something about this hotel. Since arriving, Daniel had been plagued by… thoughts that he thought he’d long since rid himself of. He had long, long ago quashed his vanity, or so he’d believed. But suddenly, he was once again catching glimpses of his shapeless body in mirrors, ill-fitting suits doing him no favours. He knew that he should be respected for his mind and his ideas, not for his body, but Daniel’s great vice was that he had always wanted both.

Back in his misspent youth, while struggling with his faith, Daniel had imagined himself with acres of thick, hairless muscle, shining with oil on a stage. Now, in the Astra Hotel, he found himself remembering those moments, and his penis, whose desires he had managed to overcome for over a decade, was responding.

These images kept on coming upon him without warning. He was talking to a hard right lawyer in line to be a federal judge, when he caught a glimpse of his unremarkable body in a nearby mirror and he lost his train of thought, nearly swallowing his tongue as he imagined his reflection shredding his shirt with thick muscle.

One evening, it all became too much. Daniel got down on his knees in his hotel room and began to pray for deliverance from these upsetting images.

He was barely through when he heard a dripping sound coming from his bathroom. It was regular, but not the plink of water hitting porcelain. It was a thicker sound, from large, viscous drops of… something. Daniel went to check on it.

Instead of water, some thick, amber fluid was emerging from the shower head. Each drop pearled up as if from nothing, stretched slowly down, and dropped, splatting onto the shower floor. It had already formed a thick, gooey pile, but was too thick to flow easily into the drain.

Daniel lost his breath. He must be witnessing some kind of a miracle at work. Without hesitation, he stepped into the shower stall and reached his hand out for the next drop as it fell.

The instant it touched his palm, he felt an overwhelming sensation fill him. It was the same as when he thought about muscles. His brain filled with images of himself, but thick, smooth, sexy. Totally in command. His penis hardened in his pants.

This must be some kind of a temptation. Daniel tried to pull his hand away. “No—“ he gasped.

Without warning, the shower turned on, and a torrent of amber goo covered Daniel from head to toe. Every bit of skin it touched lit up with the same erotic pleasure as his hand had, making him writhe in ecstasy.

The coating of goo dissolved Daniel’s clothing, leaving him naked but for the inch-thick coating all over him. It quickly flooded every crevice of his body, and Daniel shuddered as he felt the animate fluid fill up his urethra and anus, even filling up his mouth, nose, and ears. His cock shuddered harder and harder in time with his racing heart, stimulated by the gently flowing goo.

Daniel’s mind filled with images of naked, muscular men, but this time they weren’t only shining with sweat. No, what he now understood he had been missing all his life was this thick, viscous coating all over his body. This was what he truly desired.

As this thought penetrated his soul, Daniel felt a tingle as the goo began to be absorbed into his skin. His muscles began to twitch, jerk, and inflate as more and more thick, amber liquid sank into him. His shoulders widened, his pecs plumped up, and his waist slimmed down as the goo brought Daniel’s body perfectly in line with the fantasy he had held in his mind for so many years.

Finally, just as Daniel thought his mind would break from the pleasure he was experiencing, the remaining layer of thick liquid slackened its grip and sloughed off of him. Suddenly as mobile as water, it drained away, leaving Daniel gasping for air and coughing up the last remnants.

He stepped out of the shower stall and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked… perfect. Like a young bodybuilding god, his body was bulky, yet perfectly aesthetic and totally smooth. He didn’t even have any stubble anywhere below his eyebrows. With each motion, his pumped up muscles and thickened, longer cock bounced, producing a sensation that had Daniel biting back a groan.

The sight of his body and the sensation of his new muscles moving had Daniel suddenly on the edge of an urgent, intense orgasm, his first in years. Before he could stop himself, he was shooting all over the tiles, feeling his muscles spasm more in a way that created a pleasurable feedback loop. As the aftershocks faded away, Daniel found himself looking, puzzled, at the copious load on the floor. Why was the creamy white of his semen tinged with a hint of orange?

Unable to find any clothes to fit him, Daniel fell into bed and was almost immediately unconscious.

The next morning proved that his transformation was no dream. Daniel admired his sweat-sheened muscles at the mirror, unable to tear his eyes away. Somehow, he discovered that his clothes had changed to suit his new body. Along with some business casual clothes, all in 4-way stretch fabrics, was a ton of gym gear, including more types of jockstraps than Daniel had ever imagined existed in the world. Pulling on a jock before his suit pants, Daniel found his thick cock hardening uncontrollably.

None of the other attendees seemed to notice Daniel’s incredible transformation. Or, perhaps, they thought he was a different Appalachian pastor, now with an incredible gym-built body that filled all his clothes nearly to bursting. Every time he caught a glimpse of himself, Daniel felt his cock thicken and ooze slick precum into his jock. It was such a turn-on to know that, unknown to all of these stuffy, stuck-up neoconservatives, Daniel was turning himself on and gently edging himself to the thought of his own body.

Somehow, all these talks that had seemed so interesting just yesterday were sliding from Daniel’s attention. How many different ways were there to say “I fucking hate everyone”? As his eyes drifted around the conference room, Daniel’s attention was suddenly caught by a guy whose attention was equally drifting. He was cute, dark-skinned and smooth-faced, and wearing… a leather baseball cap?

Daniel couldn’t imagine how someone so clearly different from everyone else was in here, and drawing absolutely no attention to himself. During the next break, he caught the guy’s eye and nodded out the door.

From the hall, he watched as the little mixed race twink—why was that word in his head?—started to follow, and then paused, his eyes widening at the sound of another attendee saying something. Probably something homophobic. The guy turned around and headed back to his seat.

Oh well. The conference wasn’t worth Daniel’s time. He may as well head back to his room.

As soon as the door shut behind him, Daniel could hear the shower dripping again. As quietly as he could with his big new feet, he stalked into the bathroom to see another splatter of amber goo beginning to form on the shower floor.

Did he want more? Daniel could tell he’d changed. Not just his body, but his mind, too. His faith still felt firm, but different somehow. Temptation didn’t seem to matter as much anymore. If he changed more, he might lose all will to resist.

As he finished that thought, Daniel realised that he’d stepped into the shower without knowing it. He watched, as if in slow motion, as his big, meaty hand reached out for the next drop of pleasurable, life-changing goo.

He whited out as his clothes dissolved into the thick layer of goop this time, feeling himself cum at least twice as amber fluid sank into his skin again. Long after it had all drained away, Dan regained consciousness on all fours, moaning and thrusting like a whore as another load drained out of his low-hanging balls. The layer of cum on the porcelain had a distinct amber colour, but Dan reasoned that it could be the last of the goo draining from his big cock.

Stepping out of the shower, Dan admired his thick muscles, now covered in a layer of dark tattoos. His ass looked phenomenal, framed by bars of black and a scatter of other designs. He licked his lips, looking at himself, and felt some kind of a spurt deep in his hole.

A moment later, his asshole clenched, and Dan watched in the mirror as a bit of amber-tinged slick emerged from between his cheeks, dripping down his thick, hairless legs. Leaning down, still keeping his eyes on the flex and bend of his perfect, tatted body, Dan scooped up a bit of the natural lube and brought his finger to his slick hole.

The push of his thick finger into his ass felt incredible, and before long Dan was lying on the rumpled hotel bed, grunting and groaning as he thrust his fingers into his hungry hole. He came again, and collapsed on top of his fresh, copious load, almost immediately unconscious.

The following morning, all Dan’s suits and business casual clothes were gone. Instead, all he had were some more gym gear and a couple of leather jackets.

The thought of sitting in a conference hall full of stuffy suits who’d look at him like the dirt on their shoes made Dan roll his eyes, so he skipped his planned talks and headed to the hotel gym. It felt good to put his perfect new body through its paces. Just like he’d always imagined, pushing and pulling heavy weights was an incredible rush, at least on par with a good group prayer session. Although, every time he imagined prayer, Dan found himself thinking of EDM beats and grinding against other naked, sweaty male bodies. His tattoos would look so good stretching and warping under the strobes.

Near the end of his session, while Dan was doing a couple of sprints and watching his bare chest flex and bounce in the mirrors, the gym door opened. When he slowed down a few minutes later, Dan spotted the twink from yesterday, his skin distinctly olive-coloured today, and covered in a rubber suit—a gimp suit, said something in the back of Dan’s mind—from his neck down.

Sweat dripping from his overhanging pecs, Dan walked up to the twink, who was warming up on the bikes. Clearly, a gym session in a gimp suit was hard work, judging from the sheen of sweat already coating his pretty face and dripping from his curly dark hair.

“Hey man,” Dan said, enjoying his smooth new voice. “C’mon up to my room after, yeah?” He told the twink where to go, and the kid nodded. Looking into his eyes, Dan had a sudden image of a much older man, the lawyer with whom he had been speaking the other day. Somehow, this submissive, kinky twink had the same eyes as that self-obsessed, white-haired old man.

Come to think of it, Dan hadn’t seen that man for a couple of days, even before his own transformation had begun.

Back in his room, Dan was laying out lube and condoms—since when had he had those?—when he heard the tell-tale drip from the bathroom again. Once again, drops of amber goop were pooling next to the drain.

There was no hesitation this time. Feeling a spurt of orange-tinged precum drool out of his jockstrap, Dan stepped into the shower stall and spread his bare, tattooed arms, waiting for the pleasurable wave of fluid to fill him up.

Either moments or hours later, Dan returned to himself, coughing up the last of the viscous ooze on the shower floor. His hands, on the porcelain beneath him, looked distinctly black-skinned.

Without even looking in the mirror, Dan knew he was a Black man. Not only could he see how the dark brown tint was no longer from mere tattoos, but there seemed to be something different in the way he moved as he rose to his feet and stepped out of the shower. Not to mention the big, thick, Black cock insistently dripping amber precum onto the floor.

Next to the tools he had laid out, Dan found a black leather harness that set off his hairless brown pecs perfectly. He pulled on a jockstrap, too, enjoying the feeling of leaking through it instantly. As he admired himself in the wall mirror, feeling up his smooth Black muscles, there was a tentative knock at the door.

The twink stared up in awe as Dan opened the door, and didn’t resist as Dan pulled him in by the front of his rubber suit. He mewled pitifully, his bulge pulsing with need, as Dan stood him in the shower and drained the stream of musky sweat mixed with copious precum that had been pooling in the suit. His shiny gloved hands helped pull the suit down below his waist, and he took Dan’s cock like a natural, shuddering through a handsfree orgasm as Dan filled him up with a thick load of amber goo.

“Got you hooked, now,” Dan told the twinky gimp as his new toy cleaned off his oozing Black cock. “Hope you like worshipping at your new temple.”

The twink nodded desperately, and Dan grinned down at him. Life was good, and he couldn’t wait to fuck more of the guys he’d been desperately following around a few days ago. Next time, he’d make sure to face his mirror, so he could get a good look at his perfect body as it shone with exertion and filled up his worshippers with his addictive cum.

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[x5960]

If human recourse wanna join hive, contact dronex5960 by DM

#rubber drone #drone transformation #dronification

[hard-like-fella]

Your new face

When you offhandedly expressed your fondness for rubber suits and gas masks to him, joking that you wouldn't mind living in them, he took you at your word—a little too seriously, perhaps. You couldn't have guessed that this man you'd matched with on the dating app had access to a high-tech biological lab where boundaries were pushed and ethics norms were bent.

Now, your existence has radically changed. Your skin is a self-lubed rubber that stretches over muscles that have grown surprisingly large and glossy, particularly your pecs that shine and bulge as if they were sculpted to show off. There's no hair left anywhere, and the face you once recognized in the mirror has merged with the contours of a permanent GP-5 gas mask.

You're fed a steady diet through the hose attached to what used to be your mouth — a concoction rich in proteins and brimming with hormone mixtures that make your new, huge muscles glisten and your body swell.

As for your mind, it's not quite as sharp as it used to be. The constant flow of hormones, aimed at bloating your muscles, seems to have muddled your thoughts, leaving you with a simpler outlook on this strange new life.

It’s a strange new world for you. There’s no going back, and maybe you don’t want to. The thought of regrets for a life that cannot be returned is somewhere in your shiny head, but it seems to have been pumped out, leaving behind a meaningful, simple feeling. Especially when he strokes your new huge package looking into your eyes behind the glass - the only thing that still resembles a human in you.

#rubber #rubber drone #male transformation #drone transformation #gas mask #ai #aigenerated

[rubbobject-doll]

My girlfriend told me I look like a super hero. Do you agree? Latex ASMR Go check: allmylinks.com/rubbobject-doll

#rubber #gimp #drone #femboy #doll #objectification #gasmask #transformation #androgynous #shiny #latexasmr

[wishmaster]

Who's a Good Boy?

Hey Billy, with the manor ever expending, I wondered if you wouldn’t need a muscle pup, the manor needs a pet no?

Sure sounds good. good, Good boy?

I say and suddenly your body morphs into a perfect muscled specimen of a young man, your body trapped in tight rubber gear.

Fuck, but merely a muscled boy in gear wasn't what you wished so I say good boy again and boom.

Now that's a good muscle pup, while in this form you act totally like the pup you are, always on all 4's tail butt plug stuck in your firm, plump ass, your pup hood permanently locked in place, a chain to lead you around, your dick in a sheath able to piss and fuck when need be. In fact many of our residents love when pup humps their ass. You are a cherished part of our family now even if most of your time is spent as our rubber muscled pup, You're such a good boy, oh look at that, your form is locked in for good, enjoy your new life pup.

#submission #body transformation #trapped #puppy sub #rubber pup prison tf

[sissydollchantal]

#rubber forced #rubberdoll #sissydoll transformation #Rubberdoll transformation

[lobostarkrobert]

#rubber drone #drone transformation #muscle

[yam-bunny029]

Wish I could be like this (⁠*⁠_⁠*⁠)

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[rubberroswell]

Star Treatment (Part Two)

“Uh uh uh. You’ll have to take those off too.” “My underwear? No way!” “Billy, this suit is tailored precisely to your body. If you’re wearing your underwear underneath it, it’s going to show. I’m sorry, but this is how these things go. Don’t worry. I promise Stefan and I will look away while you take them off.”

The two men certainly hadn’t turned away as he took everything else off, but Peter made good on his promise at least. Billy took his underwear off and tossed it onto his pile of clothes, then he stretched open the neck opening of the suit and began to slide it on over his legs. The inside of the suit was cold and slimy. No doubt the inside was covered in some sort of lube to help him get into it. This was all starting to feel like someone’s bizarre sex fantasy come true. Too bad it wasn’t his.

As Billy eased the suit up over his legs, he started to feel the rubber suit beginning to get warmer. By the time he started to pull it over his cock and ass, he was hard as a rock. At least he was covered up down there, even if the suit was going to leave little to the imagination.

“Okay, you guys can look now.”

Peter and Stefan turned, and Peter’s eyes lit up just as they had when he saw Billy round that corner.

“Perfect! Okay, let’s get the rest of this on you.”

Peter and Stefan each took a side and began to slide the rest of the suit up Billy’s body. Billy shivered as the rubber constricted around his chest and arms. Finally, after some straining, grunting, and pulling, the suit was on. Now fully suited up, Billy actually felt pretty comfortable. He looked down at his rubber-covered body, admiring the way the suit shimmered in the light. He also enjoyed the pleasant warmth from the suit. That might get uncomfortable once he was on set, but for now, it actually felt pretty good. He ran his hands over his ass, lost in the sensations the suit was giving him.

“So! Thoughts on the suit?” Peter said, snapping Billy back to reality. “It…uh, it feels pretty good. I’m kind of surprised.” “You shouldn’t be. Like I said, the suit was tailored just for you, and I’m very good at my work.”

Peter winked at Billy. Billy should have been weirded out, but he didn’t mind it for some reason.

“Would you mind doing some poses for us? Stefan is going to record some video to send to the producers to make sure they’re happy with the suit.” “Sure, that’s fine.” “Excellent!”

Stefan took out his phone and began to record. Billy did all the usual poses, enjoying the straining and snapping sounds the suit made. He thought it was funny that he was actually liking the process now. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

After a couple minutes, Stefan stopped recording and left the room to send the video to the producers, leaving Billy and Peter alone.

“I have to say, I wasn’t sure how all this was going to go, but I’m really happy with the work you did.” Billy said, grinning. “I’m glad to hear it! Are you comfortable?” “Oh yes. To be honest, this is probably the most comfortable thing I’ve ever worn. I don’t know how you do it.” “Well, I could tell you, but industry secrets are usually best kept close to the vest. Anyway, I’m glad you’re comfortable. It’s going to be a long few years.”

Billy laughed.

“Yeah, it will. Thankfully I won’t have to wear this all the time.” “Right. About that…”

Billy’s smile faded. A chill ran down his spine.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Peter smirked. He walked over and sat down on a nearby stool, then looked Billy up and down.

“I suppose I should let you know. There are two reasons that gorgeous suit of yours is so comfortable. The first reason is that I’m good at my job. Damn good. I’ve been doing this for a while, and I must say that this is the best suit I’ve made so far. The second reason is a little insurance policy that the producers insist upon. You see, that suit is now a part of you, at least while you are under contract. It’s your skin.”

Billy’s eyes widened. His heart began to race.

“What?! What the fuck are you talking about?”

He quickly grabbed the chest emblem of the suit and pulled as hard as he could. Billy yelped as the pain hit him immediately. He reached behind himself, trying to find a gap or a weak point to pull open the suit, but there was nothing there. The warm rubber suit truly was his skin.

“You son of a bitch! What have you done to me?” “I’m sorry, Billy, but a contract is a contract. Perhaps you should have read yours more carefully.”

Billy was about ready to pounce on Peter, but Peter waved his finger.

“Uh uh uh. Stay right there. You harm me and it’s all over for you. No money, no fame, no nothing. The studio will make sure you become a washed up has been, or they’ll turn you into a Hollywood tragedy. I can picture the headlines now. ‘Hollywood Hero Found Dead In Accident’. ‘Super Star Burns Out’. ‘Big Hero, Bigger Heart’.” “You’re crazy!” Billy said, continuing to try to remove the suit. “Look at it this way, my friend. It’s only for a few years. After that, the suit comes off, and you get to bask in the glory of your accomplishment. These films are certain to be a big hit too, so what an accomplishment it’ll be!” “This can’t be happening! I don’t believe it! This has to be a dream or something!” “Not just a dream. THE dream! The one that everyone who has passed through here has had. I wasn’t lying when I said that I’ve seen everyone who is anyone in this town. They’ve all had to make that sacrifice. Some have had to do it several times, but that’s the price they are willing to pay. So what about you, Billy? Are you willing to pay?”

Billy said nothing. Peter was right. He had always heard about the sacrifices that actors were willing to make for their careers, but it wasn’t until this moment that he realized just how far they were willing to go. Now he found himself trapped in this suit, owned by the studio until the end of his contract. Three films. Five years in this skin. Could he do it? Would he do it? He couldn’t bear the thought of becoming a has-been or some sort of grim tabloid fodder. He wasn’t lying when he said the suit was the most comfortable thing he had ever worn, and now he knew why. Perhaps it could be worse. Perhaps he could learn to enjoy it even. Maybe in time, when he was free of the suit and could finally relax, he could look back on this and laugh. For now though, he wasn’t laughing.

“When I get out of this suit, I’m going to kill you.” “Maybe you will, or maybe you will be back for another fitting. Only time will tell.”

Stefan returned, a smile on his lips.

“Good news, Peter. The producers loved the suit. They just had one request.” “What’s that?” “They wanted to see it in a more…casual situation.”

Peter grinned, then looked at Billy. Stefan set his phone down and pressed the record button. He and Peter began to approach Billy, slowly stripping off their clothes. Fully nude, they began to press and rub against Billy’s rubber-clad body, sucking and kissing his shiny new skin. Billy tried to take his mind elsewhere, but the sensations were too much for him. He began to lose himself in them, his mind repeating those five words over and over again.

A contract is a contract… A contract is a contract… A contract is a contract…

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[x5960]

New drone is getting infected with nanites

#rubber drone #drone transformation #dronification #rubber body

[hard-like-fella]

Rehabilitation Program

Secured in a capsule, you find yourself surrounded by mirrored walls, reflecting your vulnerable image from every angle. Arms and legs strapped down to a cold metal table, a flexible tube has been carefully guided down your throat, ensuring a controlled rhythm to your breathing.

The operator's voice slices through the sterile hum of the machinery. "Welcome to the UAMC's Rehabilitation Program," he announces with an unsettling joviality. "We've bought your life rights, and you're on the threshold of a new existence."

He rattles off the list of drone models you could become, each with a distinctive function and appearance. "Perhaps a 'RoadRunner'," he muses, "Leather-shelled, a perfect fit for the grunge of a mechanic's world."

He continues, "Or maybe an 'AquaGuard' – Hi-vis black and orange body, fully waterproofed, of course. You wouldn't need to worry about getting wet ever again."

There’s a brief pause before he continues, “Or the ‘ChemMaster’. He chuckles, "Ah, the 'ChemMaster'. It's a sight to behold. A bulky, muscular frame, with a built-in gas mask for handling the harshest of chemical conditions. It always amazes me how... formidable they are, each one like a giant amongst men. They handle jobs that no organic human could survive."

His voice turns wistful. "The choice, of course, isn't yours to make. You'll become what the Corporation needs."

The chilling finality of his words fill the air. "Once the process is complete, your body will be permanently sewn into the drone's rubberized shell. It's like a second skin, replacing flesh and blood with an unyielding carapace. Your reflection in these mirrors, it's your final farewell to your human self. From here on, you're not just serving time, you're serving a purpose."

As his voice fades, replaced by the hissing sound of pressurizing gas, you're left with the jarring reality of your last moments as a human. It's a final snapshot of your past, a poignant reminder of what you once were before you step into the unknown.

#rubber men #rubber drone #drone transformation #rubber #male asfr #ai #aigenerated

[21wanderer]

Pack of six

Body a day - #12: Six

”All right, Jeremy, you promised, you could keep a secret.” Jeremy’s uncle said as they headed into his basement. Jeremy had just told his uncle, that he had become keen of getting a motorcycle license as a birthday present to himself. He knew his uncle would understand, unlike any other in the family, but he was turning twenty-six, he could make his own decision. His uncle had driven motorcycles as long as, he could remember, and now Jeremy wanted to follow that path of adventure and oneness on the road.

His uncle unlocked one of the basement doors, containing tons of motorcycle equipment, Jeremy had a faint memory of seeing this room long ago, but there was way more equipment than he remembered. His uncle approached a rack containing six awe-inspiring Dainese suits.

”Six suits – each containing the essence of its former owner. Put one on and you can draw upon it to become them. The effect is however only temporary, if you take off the suit, it will eventually wear off and you’ll revert back to yourself…”

”That’s…” Jeremy couldn’t finish the sentence, but he was elated. Amazing, unbelievable, incredible, none of those words seemed strong enough to express the feeling of desire towards that prospect. ”Can I – Can I try one?” Jeremy asked nervously. His uncle smiled; ”Of course, you can, I actually wanted you to try them all, and see which one you like the most, then you can keep that as a birthday present.”

Jeremy’s jaw dropped; ”Seriously?!” ”Yes, of course, six is plenty already and I need to get some of the old ones out if I want to make new ones,” his uncle replied.

”What happened to the suits’ owners?” he asked. ”well, if you really wanna know…” his uncle said and guided him towards another room. Jeremy froze, when his uncle opened the door – he felt horrified and yet strangely aroused. ”This is where I usually keep them, when I’m having visitors over.”

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