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[drone-1717]

The Followers:

The mysterious nightclub

"Who are you!?" Adam exclaimed and subconsciously took a few steps back. "How do you get in?"

The man’s every muscle was delineated beneath the skintight rubbersuits, his eyes were concealed behind black visor, his face was expressionless.

He answered in a masculine, emotionless but somehow familiar voice to Adam. "I am Mike."

Adam was shocked. He and Mike were good friends from high school. Now they were roommates and both juniors in same college. Adam’s major was in Information Engineering but Mike’s was History. Adam was introverted but Mike was extroverted. They were so different but that’s couldn’t influence their friendship.

This guy was obliviously older and muscular than his friend. Yet there were some features similar to Mike. Adam would guess this is Mike’s elder brother if in other situations.

"Mike" kept going toward the kitchen and face the refrigerator.

"Need food." He took out a fish and started to bite it.

"That’s not sashimi!" Adam grab the fish from Mike and throw it to the sink.

"You can’t stop me." Mike said and moved robotically to the sink.

"Buddy, you are freaking me out!" Adam tried to pull him back but Mike turned to face him.

At this moment, Adam saw there were tears from Mike’s eyes.

"You're crying?"

"Hel…"Mike stopped answering and started turning around to the sink.

"Fine!" Adam pulled Mike’s visor down from his eyes.

Mike screamed then hold his own head and yelled, "it’s…it’s….ahhh! Tied me up! Hurry! Away from water! Quick!"

Moments later, Mike’s hands and legs were tied up with towels to a corner of his bed.

"Now you tell me what’s going on! You told me you were out to a nightclub but you come back like this? Wait, are you really Mike?"

"It’s me! I am…errr" Mike was sweating and shaking his head, "damn! That’s not just a nightclub, there are some ancient relics in the basement. And the relics…ah" Mike kept moaning, he seemed to trying to continue the sentence but failed.

"Ok, you relaxed and I call the police or ambulance."

"Nooooo! You can’t do that or there will be more victims!"

"Alright, you relax and calm down. I'll do some quick research to figure out what you experienced."

"Useless."

"Huh?"

Adam suspected Mike smirked evilly for a second, but that might be an illusion.

"Useless, I did research before I went there. Nothing! Just some rumors sounded like jokes."

"You suddenly become normal and calm?"

"'It’s is relaxing! I am still fighting its influence!"

"What is IT?"

"I…I can’t say its name or…" Mike stopped, and face became painfully.

"You will bear pain or panic or something bad, right?"

Mike nodded.

"The only way I can figure out what happened is to go there by myself, right?"

Mike nodded again but tried to force out the voice to say, "don’t…"

"I will do anything to help you. You can’t stop me."

"No, not that." Mike paused and said, "don’t go now, it’s already morning." And he collapsed to sleep.

Adam smiled, he knew Mike would never stop making jokes even he looked like a shit.

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Mike slept all day till next midnight. Adam waked him up.

"Good night! How do you feel now?"

"Good enough!"

"May I untie you now? Aren’t you hungry or thirsty?"

"No! It's night again and I’m afraid it will be back to my mind again! I’m not hungry but a bit thirsty."

"Okay."Adam put a kettle with straw of water by Mike. "Well, I am going."

"Good luck!"

"You don’t stop me?"

"We always can’t stop each other, right?"

Adam gave back a smile and went out.

After Adam closed the front door, Mike smirked and effortlessly tore the towels bound him. He picked up the kettle, stood up, drank all water and threw the kettle away. His expression was blissful, his eyes were soon covered by black visor emerged from nowhere.

"You did a good job." A voice whispered in his mind.

"It’s my honor."

"Receive your reward."

"Thank you, Master." Mike felt the pleasure spreading through all his body and concentrating on his groin. He cum with silent moaning because "Master" didn’t allow him to make noise now.

He felt hungry after his reward was finished. The body was not strong enough. He took the fish from refrigerator and ate it all. The body became even bulkier and was filled with energy.

He needed to be stronger. He was Master’s loyal follower and a guard of the cult. He was proud to trick his friend to go to the club. His master needed more followers.

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Adam felt nervous when walking in the alley. Although he would do anything to help his friend, he was still the guy afraid of social interactions. The feeling of being watched was so strong that he kept looking around to make sure there was no one stalking him. The only thing let him feel not so bad was the neon lights. That made this place a bit like the futuristic city in cyberpunk themed video game.

As being closer to the targeted nightclub, he found the surrounding area becoming even stranger: there were only men in this area and most of them were in good shape, wearing black rubber suits and black visors.

Just like Mike.

"We are same…" a voice whispered and Adam suddenly found that all men in black rubber stared at him. He was almost frightened to fell.

"Don’t be afraid, come…" the voice whispered and Adam was calm down and saw all men were doing their own thing or just walking past. Was it an illusion? He turned around and faced a hunk, who also wear black rubber skintight suits and visor.

The bouncer looked at Adam without saying a word, his blank expression, crewcut hair and stubble face made him seem hard to get close to. Adam was too scared to move but could only look into the mirrored black visor and saw himself looking back. His mirror image was distorted by the ripples created in the center of the glasses. It made him feel strange and dizzy.

"You, pass."the bouncer suddenly said and made Adam a little bit shocked.

"Welcome, brother." the bouncer opened the door and let him in.

He didn’t know why the bouncer called him "brother" but he felt comfortable when he heard that.

"New brother arrives" the bouncer talked to his wrist, looked like talking to somebody through a beeper, and then stood up straight, smiled in bliss. Obviously, he was enjoying his reward.

"Holy shit! What’s that!" Adam was scared by what he saw inside and intended to get out but the front door was locked.

No, he could not run away. He came to find out what happened to Mike and to figure out how to help his buddy. So he turned back to face that "thing".

It was a huge black "egg"hanging on the ceiling and was wrapped in plenty of big black octopus tentacles, all smooth, shining and reflecting neon lights from the environment.

The luster of the egg attracted him to move closer without realizing it. His mirrored image on the egg was clear and thin but it became vaguer and thicker when he moving. The surface of the egg seemed to be made of rubber, and was pulsating rhythmically. Adam also heard a humming noise coming from the egg, he couldn't stop himself from putting his ear to the big egg and listening. The egg was as warm as Adam’s body, and the nerd could swear there was a male moaning inside. Before he reacted, the moaning became speaking…

"Join…"

Adam tried focus on the words disturbed by the white noise, which was also in the egg.

"…you…master…help…"

When Adam heard the keyword, he suddenly realized that he was in a trance, as if he was hypnotized. He was sweating profusely.

He came here to find a way to help his brother, he could not let himself also…Wait! Why did he call Mike brother? He was shocked but even stunned by the mirror image on the egg.

It was Mike smiling back at him!

"We are same…" the voice whispered again.

Adam now found that there are not only one egg but many ones in the night club. Each had a mirrored image of man on surface. He seemed to saw these man before. They probably were those men in the alley because he was sure one of them was the bouncer at the front door.

Then the images of men all morphed into same guy: Adam. But these Adams’ body were sculpted and cladded in black rubber, their hairs were trimmed short, their eyes were blank and they smirked at him.

"Join us, we are brothers, we are same, we are one…."

"No!" Adam screamed in horror and run throughout the club to search the stairs led to the basement. Mike had told him there was something in the basement and that could be the key to the mystery.

Suddenly, a part of wall morphed into a hole and he fell into it, slid down a slide and fell into a puddle of water.

"Fuck!" He struggled to stand up and saw a giant cephalopod creature floating in the midair. This time he was too scared to move or scream.

"Come to me," the creature whispered in the air but it’s loud in Adam’s mind. "My child…."

"No…" Adam turned back subconsciously but found he was no longer in the club!

He was in the street he came through to the club. There was no body, no life, no sound, only himself. He felt panic, lone and cold. He wanted to run but didn’t know where to go.

The giant octopus-like creature was still floating on the air and even larger than before. Its whispering became very loud and striking Adam’s mind strongly.

"Come to me, in the water…"

Water came from all directions and flooded the entire street. Just when he thought he was drowning, the scene changed again.

He was standing on the rocky shore of the sea, and the sea that should have been rough was calm. The setting sun was warm and seemed to guide him in the direction: "Sinking into the water. Just like the sun."

"Into the water…" he spoke to himself in unison with the whispers of the creature, and and leapt from the shore.Again he felt like he was drowning but this time he actually lost consciousness.

When he woke up, he found himself in a dark space and felt something sliding back and forth on him.

He looked down and found that he was naked and there were many octopus tentacles "stroking" his well-defined body. He was not a sports person, not fat, but his body type was definitely not so good. Admiring his new body and being caressed by the tentacles, he became erect.

"You like it…"the creature whispered.

Yes. Adam thought but he forgot something. What’s that?

"It’s greeting gift for you to fallow my voice."

Adam tried to remember what he forgot but a tentacle grabbed his erected member and started stroking. It felt too good to think.

"Submit to me and you will get more…"

Submit? How…No! What am I thinking? Why I come here?

"You are my child. That’s why you come to me….Just like your brothers…."

Suddenly a tentacle inserted into his virgin back hole, it was so smooth that let him feel no pain but pure pleasure. The tentacle massaged his prostate and made him in the euphoria he never experienced in life. His vision became blur.

Gradually there were well built males appearing one by one, standing in water in front of him.

"Brothers…" he was surprised that he addressed these guys "brothers" and didn’t felt wrong.

They all had well-defined bodies with tentacles massaging their muscles. But the difference between them and Adam is they were all in black rubber suits.

"Join us, submit to master…"

Adam unconsciously walked closer to the group of men and suddenly recognized one of them, remembered something.

"Mike!" He hold Mike’s strong shoulders and shake. "I came to help you!"

But Mike remained blank face, didn’t respond to him.

"You looked younger here! If I took you back, you would be normal again…"

"If you wanted to go back, I can’t stop you" Mike suddenly said, "but I can help you stay."

"What?"

"Don’t you feel so good now?"

Adam felt the tentacle inserted his anus further and those stroking his body and genital became faster. He did actually not move his body yet, he was stilled trapped in the same place by tentacles.

"You will be strong, fearless and positive, all you need is submission"

The tentacles guided Adam’s hand to touch Mike’s body, it’s so hard so manly.

"Join us, be brothers, we share our mind, we improve our physique, we obey master, master help us become better, master is the truth."

Mike’s lips suddenly came close to Adam’s and gave him a deep kiss.

Adam resisted at first because he and Mike were best friends but not gay. However, he gave in very quickly. Good friends hug, good brothers share, they share everything including saliva, so it’s normal to kiss your buddy.

Mike put his tongue into Adam's mouth, and it gradually became longer and thicker, and finally turned into an tentacle.

Adam felt the tentacle from his front and back extended to each other and connected. It’s the moment that every men disappeared, vanished like smoke, including Mike.

His vision became completely dark, could not see any thing but feel tentacles massaging his digestive tract, caressing his muscles, rubbing his face and something sucking his nipples and phallus hungrily.

And the smell. Smell salty, masculinity, freshly. The smell of the ocean and men. He started to imagine a muscular himself surrounded and squeezed by other muscular men. They were brothers, they loved each others, they were each others, they were all embraced by Master’s arms. The tentacles made him very close to climax and the voice of master whispered.

"Submit. My child. Accept your true form. Follow my lead forever."

Adam felt so good, and he finally understood. He came to find a way to help Mike. But in the end, he was the one need help. Thanks, Mike. Thanks for tricking him to grab the black visor. The visor was absorbed in his hand and the journey to the truth began.

Master is the truth. All men are Master’s children. All men should submit. Master will make each man perfect. Each man is equal. They are brothers, follow Master’s lead.

He submitted. Not only body and thought but also spirit and soul.

"Good child. You have your reward."

Adam reached the most fierce but also most pleasurable climax in his life. He roared like a beast, he knew Master would be pleased if he proved his loyalty out loud.

For a second, he saw himself standing among other muscular males, all in skintight rubber suits. They lowered their head to show submission to the Master.

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On the ceiling of the basement under the nightclub, hang several giant rubber eggs. Tentacles massaged and stroked each eggs, slimy and slippery. Moaning sounds could be heard occasionally from the eggs.

One of them was shaking violently. A small vertical crack appeared and plenty of black goo flew out. The crack became bigger and bigger until the egg shell cracked in half. All remained black goo fell on the ground and there was a naked man kneeling on one knee.

The man’s body was muscular and sculpted, his face was with square chin and five o’clock shadow, his hair short and eyes blank. He slowly stood up. The black goo spread from his toes up and formed rubber boots and pants. Some goo shot to his arms and rubber gloves were created.

The man’s head kept down until the goo covered all from his neck down. The skintight rubber bodysuit outlined his perfect body, glimmering under the led neon lights on the walls.

He walked upstairs to the ground floor. There were also giant black rubber eggs, some merely pulsating, some were cracking, and some already broken, but there was only him alone in the room.

The man’s finger touched a cellphone left on the bar table, the cellphone wrapped in black goo immediately.

"911, what’s your emergency?"

"I am kidnapped! Help!" The macular man used a faked young man voice answered.

"Do you know where you are? Are you safe?"

"I’m safe, for now. It’s a nightclub…" he gave them the address.

"May I have your name please?"

"I am Adam."

"Okay, sir. Our men will be there in 10 minutes, please be calm."

"Hurry!" And he hang on the phone, or more accurately, disconnected the phone.

Adam stood up straight, smiled. He knew he did well as Master ordered him to do so he could enjoy the pleasure throughout his body. When the police arrived, Master might give him the main reward, the first climax after his rebirth.

The visor form on his blank eyes. He walked out and gave a nod to the bouncer. Mike and the bouncer were assigned as guards of the cult and should be more muscular than other followers. But follower like Adam who could arrive to the front of Master, would be assigned as missionaries. They would be given nice looking face and their body would morphed to the most attractive type according to the objects.

Adam walked through the alley, searched target. He had never been so eager to take the initiative to contact strangers. Thanks to Mike for helping him get to know his master. Now with the support of his new brother and the leadership of his master, he had a clear and new goal in life.

"Thank you, master!" He yelled in mind but made no noise in public when enjoying his first main reward at the entrance of alley in the street.

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In the heart of Rome, at the prestigious drone center, aspiring recruits gathered for the application day, each man eager to prove himself worthy of joining the ranks of the rubber-clad drones. As they entered the center, they were greeted by the stern faces of the interviewers, their eyes sharp and penetrating, assessing each candidate with a critical gaze.

The first exam tested their physical capabilities and mental loyalty to obey and accept further mind control. In a vast training hall, the candidates were put through a series of rigorous exercises designed to push their bodies to the limit.

Their muscles strained against the tight fabric of their clothing, the sweat glistening on their skin as they pushed themselves to their absolute edge. With each movement, their bodies rippled with power, the definition of their muscles accentuated by the sleek rubber outfits they wore.

Once the physical exam was complete, those who passed were ushered into a separate room, where they were instructed to strip down to their underwear. The air crackled with anticipation as the recruits shed their clothes, revealing their toned, muscular bodies to the eager eyes of the interviewers.

With bated breath, they donned the tight glossy rubber outfits provided, the material clinging to their skin like a second skin. Every curve and contour of their bodies was accentuated by the sleek fabric, their movements fluid and graceful as they adjusted to the sensation of being encased in rubber from head to toe.

As they stood before the interview panel, their bodies pulsating with energy and determination, they knew that this was just the beginning of their journey to becoming rubber-clad drones. And with each passing moment, they felt a sense of excitement and anticipation building within them, knowing that they were one step closer to joining the elite ranks of the rubberized society.

In the dimly lit room of the drone center, the chosen recruits were ushered into a space where the air hummed with anticipation. Here, they would undergo the final stage of their transformation, a process that would cement their loyalty to the rubberized society and prepare them for the tasks ahead.

As they settled into their seats, the recruits were surrounded by monitors displaying swirling patterns and flashing lights, designed to induce a state of deep relaxation and receptivity. Around them, the low hum of machinery filled the air, as unseen forces worked to reprogram their minds and reshape their thoughts.

One by one, the recruits were guided into a state of deep trance, their minds open and receptive to the commands of the Voice. Through a series of carefully crafted mantras, they were programmed to chant words of loyalty, obedience, and arousal, their voices blending together in a hypnotic chorus that filled the room.

"Rubber is our master, our guide," they intoned, their voices low and reverent. "In its embrace, we find our purpose, our pleasure, our destiny."

With each repetition, the recruits felt their minds opening further, their thoughts becoming aligned with the desires of the rubberized society. They were no longer individuals, but vessels for the will of the Voice, ready to serve without question or hesitation.

And as the final echoes of the mantras faded into the air, the recruits knew that they were ready. Ready to don their glossy rubber suits and venture out into the world as fully fledged drones, their minds and bodies attuned to the commands of their masters.

For those who had passed the final test, there would be no turning back. They were now part of something greater than themselves, part of a society where rubber reigned supreme, and obedience was the highest virtue. And as they prepared to take their place among the ranks of the rubber-clad drones, they knew that their lives would never be the same again.

As the final 1% of candidates were ushered into the next room, a palpable tension hung in the air. They moved in unison, their bodies throbbing with arousal and obedience, the tight layer of rubber sealing their bulges, exposing their arousal without allowing them any relief.

With each step, the glossy rubber suits they wore seemed to come alive, quivering with anticipation. Slowly, inexorably, the rubber began to crawl up their necks and faces, enveloping them in its tight embrace.

Their minds filled with a euphoric haze as they surrendered to the transformation, fully embracing their new identity as rubber-clad drones. For the next three years, they would serve the rubberized society with unwavering devotion, guided by the Voice and bound by the unbreakable bonds of glossy rubber. And as they disappeared into the depths of the drone center, their bodies pulsating with desire and obedience, they knew that their lives would never be the same again.

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As the harsh training regimen progressed, the man pushed his body to its limits, each exercise designed to sculpt his muscles and sharpen his mind. Under the watchful eye of the trainers, he endured grueling workouts and rigorous mental conditioning, preparing himself for the life of a rubber-clad drone.

Finally, the day arrived when he was deemed ready. With a sense of anticipation coursing through his veins, he donned the black rubber mask, gloves, and tight rubber brief, each item clinging to his body as if they were alive. As he looked in the mirror, he saw not just a man, but a symbol of obedience and servitude, ready to fulfill his destiny as a drone.

As the nanobots entered his skin, the man felt a tingling sensation spread throughout his body. With each passing moment, the rubber fused onto his skin, becoming a seamless extension of himself. At the same time, his mind was bombarded with messages about pleasure, obedience, and servitude, reinforcing his commitment to the rubberized society.

The mask extended further down his neck, forming a tight seal that left no room for doubt. The tight rubber brief molded around his legs and feet, leaving a smooth bulge that concealed his arousal while hinting at his impressive manhood. As he stood there, fully encased in glossy rubber, he felt a sense of completeness wash over him, knowing that he was now truly one with the rubberized world.

With his transformation complete, the man stood tall in his glossy rubber suit, every inch of his body caressed by the smooth material. The nanobots kept him fully stimulated at all times, ensuring that he remained in a state of perpetual arousal and obedience.

As he went about his duties as a drone, he found himself drawn to recruit new members to the rubberized society, each new recruit a testament to his own dedication and loyalty. And as the years passed, he embraced his role as a rubber-clad drone, knowing that his servitude was not just a duty, but a privilege.

Though his contract would eventually come to an end, he knew that for most men, the allure of serving the rubberized society was too great to resist. And so, he continued his service, knowing that he was part of something greater than himself, something that would endure long after he was gone.

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[drone-1717]

Robin is reborn as Cold-Hearted, Icicle

Robin's heart raced as he carefully unscrewed the cap from his ink pen. This was it. The moment he had been training for his entire life. He had finally decided that it was time to go on his first solo mission, without telling Batman. His target: to stop Dr. Freeze, once and for all. Robin's muscles tensed as he stealthily crept through the sewers, avoiding rats and other unsavory creatures that lurked in the shadows. He could taste the adrenaline in the back of his throat, and it only fueled his determination to succeed.

Finally, he emerged from the darkness, finding himself right outside of Dr. Freeze's lair. With a deep breath, Robin drew back his arm, aiming his grappling hook at the barred window high above. He swung through the air with ease, landing silently on the other side. His heart hammered in his chest as he slowly unlocked the door and crept inside.

The laboratory was cold and eerie, filled with strange machinery and shelves upon shelves of frozen specimens. Robin moved stealthily through the room, searching for the device that would stop Dr. Freeze once and for all. But before he could find it, he was ambushed by the doctor's henchmen. They dragged him away, taking him to their leader. The laboratory was frozen, both literally and figuratively. Frost covered every surface, and Dr. Freeze's henchmen patrolled the room, their breath visible as they spoke in hushed tones. Robin's muscles tensed as he prepared for the fight of his life. He would not fail. He would not let down Batman, or the citizens of Gotham City.

As Robin was about to attack, when he was hit by an ice blast, that sent him hurtling to the ground. He was dragged to a strange machine. It looked like a giant MRI machine, its cold metal surface gleaming in the dim light. The henchmen strapped Robin down onto a medical exam table, and before he could react, they activated the machine.

A deafening hum filled the air as the machine began to scan his body, penetrating deep into his brain. Robin felt a strange sensation wash over him, as if all of his memories and emotions were being drained away. The machine Light flooded the seemed to be reprogramming him, altering room, bathing his very being. everything in a bluish glow. An intense hum filled Robin's ears, and his body was pressed down against the table by an unseen force. As he struggled against his restraints, he felt a strange sensation wash over him. His memories began to fade, replaced by a cold, empty feeling. It was as if someone had reached into his mind and scrubbed away all his emotions and thoughts.

Finally, the machine released him, and he collapsed to the floor, no longer feeling anything. Dr. Freeze stood over him, a malicious grin spreading across his face. "Well, well, well," he cackled. "It seems my machine has done its job. You are now just like me, emotionless and cold. You will be my son now, my right-hand man."

Robin felt nothing as he struggled to his feet. "Yes, Father," he replied in a cold, mechanical voice. He looked down at his body and saw that he was now wearing a light blue rubber uniform with an icicle symbol on his chest. He was proud to wear it and found himself becoming sexually aroused, looking at himself in front of an ice mirror.

Dr. Freeze smiled at the transformation. "You will be my right-hand man, my ice-cold lieutenant. Your new name is... Icicle." He paused, savoring the sound of it. "From now on, you will serve me loyally, and together we will freeze Gotham City in our icy grip."

Icicle nodded in agreement. He felt a strange sense of purpose, a cold determination that was both exhilarating and terrifying. His emotions were gone, but in their place was a newfound clarity. He could focus on his mission, on serving his father and bringing justice to the city in their twisted way.

Together, they left the laboratory, the cold air hitting them like a slap in the face. Icicle felt alive, more alive than he had ever been before. He glanced over at his farther, admiring the way the moonlight glinted off his icy hair.

The streets of Gotham were alive with activity, but it was all beneath their notice. They were on a mission, and nothing would stand in their way. As they made their way through the city, Icicle began to pick up on the nuances of his new powers. He could create and manipulate ice with ease, using it to his advantage in battle.

Their next target was the central police station, where they rounded up all the policemen in the station. As they entered the building, Icicle froze the locks, making it easy for them to gain access. They made their way through the halls, bypassing security cameras with a well-placed ice wall. The policemen were no match for them; they were easily overpowered and frozen solid.

Dr. Freeze, now known as the "Ice Lord," stood over his frozen minions with a satisfied grin. "You have done well, Icicle," he said, his voice echoing through the halls. "Your loyalty and obedience are beyond question. Now, let us make an example of these pathetic mortals. We shall show them the true meaning of fear."

Icicle nodded in agreement, his icy blue eyes gleaming in the dim light. He raised his hand, palm outstretched, and concentrated. A small sphere of ice formed above his hand, which he hurled at one of the policemen. The sphere expanded as it flew through the air, engulfing the hapless officer in a cloud of freezing mist. When it dissipated, there was nothing left but a shivering pile of ice.

The other frozen officers watched in horror, looking at what used to be one of their comrades. Fear gripped their hearts, and they knew that they were powerless against the Ice Lord and his loyal lieutenant. Icicle smiled cruelly, reveling in their helplessness.

Together, they dragged the frozen policemen back to their lair, an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. There, they began their twisted transformation. Using Dr. Freeze's technology, the policemen are placed in cryo chambers their minds reprogrammed to serve Ice Lord and Icicle.

As each officer is frozen and remade, Icicle can't help but feel a thrill of power course through him. He watches with grim satisfaction as each man is stripped of his individuality, reduced to little more than an extension of their new leader's will. The Ice Lord, too, revels in the process, his icy blue eyes gleaming with pride.

The transformed officers are given new uniforms, fashioned from a blend of their old clothes and the Ice Lord's frozen technology. The result is an eerie hybrid of traditional police garb and the Ice Lord's signature style. They are outfitted with weapons capable of both freezing their enemies and shattering the ice that once held them captive.

The once-cold warehouse is now a bustling fortress of ice, filled with the hum of machinery and the chatter of newly awakened recruits. Icicle takes pride in his role as the Ice Lord's right-hand man, training the newcomers in the art of ice manipulation and combat. He watches as they hone their skills, their icy breath fogging the air as they practice their techniques.

As the sun begins to set, The Ice Lord summons Icicle to his private chambers. The door creaks open, revealing a room adorned with ice sculptures and crystals. The Ice Lord is seated on his throne.

"Icicle," he says, his voice echoing through the chamber. "Our new army has grown strong. It is time to strike fear into the hearts of the citizens of Gotham City."

Icicle bows his head in agreement. "Yes, Father. We have trained long and hard, honing our skills to perfection. We are ready to bring your justice to the world."

The Ice Lord smiles, a chilling display of his frostbitten features. "Excellent. Tonight, we strike. Batman has been a thorn in our side for far too long. It is time we taught him the true meaning of fear."

Icicle nods in agreement, his breath forming clouds of mist in the air. He turns to address the assembled army of frozen officers. "My brothers in ice," he says, his voice echoing through the chamber. "The time has come to show the world our power. In one voice they all answered, “Yes Master”.

They emerge from the shadows, their icy forms glinting in the moonlight. The transformed police officers march in formation, their footsteps echoing through the abandoned streets of Gotham City. At their head, Icicle and the Ice Lord lead the way, their eyes fixed on the Batcave.

Their arrival at the Batcave is heralded by a deafening boom as Icicle shatters the entrance with a single blow of his ice hammer. The ice-encased police  stream inside, surrounding the darkened cave. Batman, fought but was overpowered by the numbers of ice police. he is swiftly subdued and dragged before the Ice Lord.

Ice Lord, seated, on his throne of ice, regards Batman coldly. "Bruce Wayne," he says, his voice echoing through the cavern. "You have caused us no end of trouble. It is time for you to learn the price of meddling in our affairs."

Icicle steps forward, a cruel smile playing across his frozen features. "The Ice Lord has a new purpose for you, Bruce. You will serve as an example to the people of Gotham. You will show them the futility of resisting our power."

The Ice Lord chuckles, the sound echoing through the cavern. "Indeed, Icicle. Batman will become our herald, our harbinger of doom. And as he watches his city fall to our might, he will know that there is no escape, no hope. For we are the Ice Lord's army, and we shall reign eternal."

The Ice Lord gestures, and two of his officers step forward. They secure Batman's arms behind his back, then attach a set of ice shackles around his wrists and ankles. The chains are cold to the touch, biting into his flesh like a million tiny needles.

"You will serve us well, Batman," Icicle says, his voice cold and mocking.

The Ice Lord laughs, a chilling sound that echoes through the cavern. "Indeed, Icicle. Batman will be our weapon of mass destruction. He will spread fear and chaos wherever he goes".

Batman is taken back to their lair, and placed into a Cryo Machine, to be brainwashed at the same time his DNA is changed so he can survive sub zero temperatures.

As the days turn into weeks, Batman's mind is reprogrammed to serve the Ice Lord and his son Icicle . His memories are erased, and he is taught to obey the Ice Lord's commands without question. His body transformed, growing stronger and more resilient to cold. His bones and muscles infused with an icy power, making him a living weapon against those who oppose The Ice Lord's rule.

The Ice Lord, with his son by his said Icicle, asks The Cyro Knight who he serves, "I Serve you, Master" is the reply", I have great plans for you, My Cryo Knight.

The Ice Lord reveals his plans for his new creation. He unveils Batman to the world as the Cryo Knight, a symbol of his power and dominance. Cryo Knight is sent on missions to spread fear and chaos throughout Gotham City, using his newfound abilities to freeze his enemies in their tracks. The people of Gotham, once inspired by Batman's heroism, now cowered in fear at the sight of the Cryo Knight's icy gaze.

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They are coming to capture you and transform you into a perfect submissive rubber drone… just like themselves

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"Hail Hydra" Shouts Captain America

The air was thick with tension as Captain America, clad in his iconic star-spangled uniform, faced off against an endless horde of Hydra troops. His shield flashed in the sunlight, deflecting their gunfire with ease, but the enemy seemed to be endless. Suddenly, a well-placed grenade knocked him off his feet and soldiers swarmed him, pinning him to the ground. As they dragged him away, he struggled futilely, trying to break free.

Captain America was taken to a secret underground laboratory, its walls adorned with the familiar Hydra symbol. He was strapped down to a medical examination table, his uniform torn and dirty. A machine that resembled a futuristic MRI scanner loomed overhead, its hydraulics humming menacingly. The Red Skull, his face twisted into a sinister grin, stood before him.

"You are about to undergo a procedure that will alter your mind, Captain America," Red Skull hissed. "When you emerge from that machine, you will be reprogrammed, your memories wiped clean. You will become a loyal soldier of Hydra, serving at my side."

The machine hummed menacingly as technicians began to activate it. Captain America struggled against his restraints, but it was no use. He felt a cold metal brace being secured around his head, and then the machine started to enclose him. The air grew thick with a strange, pulsating energy as the machine began to work its magic.

As the energy reached its peak, Captain America felt his mind begin to disintegrate. Images flashed through his mind's eye: his first encounter with Bucky Barnes, the freezing of himself in the Arctic, his reawakening in the modern world, his joining of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers. They all faded into oblivion, replaced by a single, overriding thought: loyalty to Hydra.

The machine released him, and he felt a strange sense of peace wash over him. His uniform had been replaced by a tight-fitting, shiny black outfit adorned with the distinctive Hydra symbol. He looked down at his body and saw that his features had changed; his face now bore a striking resemblance to the Red Skull.

"Rise, Captain Hydra," the Red Skull said, his voice cold and commanding. "You have been reborn as a loyal servant of our glorious organization."

Captain Hydra stood at attention, his chest thrust out proudly. The tight black uniform clung to his body like a second skin, the shiny material reflecting the light in a manner that seemed almost sinister. The Hydra symbol adorning his chest glistened menacingly, and his face, now bearing a striking resemblance to the Red Skull, twisted into a sinister grin.

"Captain Hydra, what do you think of the Avengers?" Red Skull asked, his voice dark and commanding. "And what would you like to do with them?"

Captain Hydra's grin widened, revealing sharp teeth. "Master, the Avengers are nothing but a collection of misguided fools, blinded by their pathetic sense of righteousness. They are a cancer that must be cut from the world. As your loyal servant, I will lead the charge against them, crush their spirits, and bend them to your will. We will show the world the true power of Hydra, and there will be no one left to stand in our way."

Red Skull laughed, the sound echoing through the laboratory. "Excellent, Captain Hydra. You are exactly the kind of leader Hydra needs. I have a most delicious plan in mind for the Avengers. I will give you a small taste of it now, but you must wait until the time is right to reveal the full extent of my cunning."

Captain Hydra nodded, his grin never leaving his face. "As you command, Master."

Red Skull gestured toward the exit. "Then let us return to the surface and prepare for the grand unveiling of Captain Hydra. The world is about to change, and Hydra will be at the forefront of that change. The Avengers will be the first to feel our wrath, but they will not be the last."

"Gather your troops, Captain Hydra, we have the world to conquer". Yes Master, I live to obey your wishes. Standing at attention, he Salutes his Master, "Hail Hydra".

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In space, no one can hear you moan.

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“Doc, I’m telling you, there’s something wrong with the captain. With all those other guys who went down there to check on that signal. They look normal, but when you really talk to them…”

“Parker I assure you, I gave every one of them a thorough examination when they came back from the surface of the planet.”

“I know, I know… I told Sam the same thing when he first mentioned this. But look Doc, I think he might be onto something… I talked to Arthur and I really don’t recognize him anymore. They all keep saying that they haven’t found anything on that planet, but you don’t come back a completely different person only because of some ice storm. Maybe we should really think about contacting earth like Sam suggested… wait… Doc? What… what are you doing?”

Parker saw the doctor turning his head slightly sideways, as if he’d been listening to something, but the sick bay was completely silent, aside from the usual humming of medical equipment. He stood up and began heading towards the exit. The manner in which he walked was surprisingly swift, almost robotic, without any useless movements. When he reached the door he simply leaned towards the control panel and started pressing some buttons without even saying a word.

“Doc, talk to me. What’s going on? What the hell are you doing?!”

As soon as he was done tinkering with the door he turned around and began to undress while staring straight ahead with a perfectly expressionless face. Parker was shocked to discover that the man appeared to be completely naked underneath his lab coat. And what was even harder to believe, his entire body seemed to have started slowly growing in size as soon as he took it off.

“Sorry, others might suspect something if I tear it apart like the last time… oh… oh my… if only you knew how good this feels… no longer having to hide it…”

For the first time since he entered the medical bay Parker registered an actual change taking place on the doctor’s face. His lips twitched slightly, his breathing getting louder and more frantic. Soon growing deeper and turning into wild, uncontrollable moans of arousal as his muscles continued to increase in size. For these first few moments Parker was still too shocked to do or say anything, still having trouble fully taking in what he was looking at. He saw the doctor’s hardening cock rising from his crotch, just like his body, it was growing, already reaching nearly inhumanly large proportions. His huge, round nutsack started to slowly pulse and Parker suddenly screamed when he noticed something oozing out of the man’s erect member. It was a jet black, tar like substance that quickly moved down his shaft, enveloping his entire crotch and began spreading across his body.

“They can’t hear you… I’ve sealed us off… it shouldn’t take every long…”

The doctor moaned as the black goo continued to cover up his body, everything it touched swelled up even further, his abs and thighs all becoming impossibly large and muscular. Parker screamed for help, he was an engineer, he knew how thick they’d built the walls on this ship, nobody would be able to hear him, and yet he still couldn’t help himself. Was that an alien life form? Some fucked up space virus? He had no idea, but it definitely terrified the shit out of him. He ran towards the nearest control screen, trying to see if he could somehow override this whole lockdown. Hearing the doctor’s moans getting louder Parker turned his head towards him for a second, the black substance had already spread over his chest, inflating his pecs to an absolutely gigantic size. Nearly fully coating his arms, when he suddenly clenched his fists, flexing his gargantuan muscles to their limit and grunted as a large jet of the dark goo shot out of his long, throbbing member.

It splattered onto the floor in the middle of the room, but immediately began to coalesce, turning into a small puddle of liquid rubber. Parker gasped when he saw it move around as if it had a mind of its own, and then screamed when it began to rapidly advance towards him without any warning whatsoever. It was between his feet only a fraction of a second later. Without thinking, Parker tried to squish it with his boot, but it only crawled on top of it and then inside the leg of his pants. He could sense it travelling upwards on top of his skin, moving so swiftly that he didn’t even have a chance to try to seal it off. Felt it when it abruptly stopped and as it split in half, one part getting inside his ass, the other staying right over his crotch, and yet when he tore open his pants Parker still couldn’t believe his eyes when he found his cock covered by this paper thin sheath of perfectly black rubber.

Even despite the absolute shock and terror he was experiencing Parker still saw it getting harder, growing in size, together with his ballsack that already looked so much bigger than it was supposed to be. Parker instinctively reached out to wipe it off, but his hand only managed to move a few inches before he suddenly screamed, no, moaned as loud as he physically could when a series of powerful spasms paralyzed his entire body. It was nothing like he’d ever experienced, leagues ahead of the strongest orgasm he could ever imagine, except rather than providing a single burst of pleasure it kept on going. Parker collapsed helplessly against the wall and was barely keeping himself on his feet when he noticed the monstrous, hulking figure starting to approach.

The doctor’s transformation appeared to be nearly complete, the black substance had spread over his body all the way up to his now incredibly thick and short neck, enveloping it like a perfectly skin-tight bodysuit. Even though his face was still left completely uncovered, it had changed so much that Parker could barely recognize him. Looking much wider, more masculine, with a completely hairless, bald dome on the top of his head and a huge, black beard covering his mouth.

All Parker could do was helplessly thrash around as his body continued to writhe in pleasure when the giant lifted him up and turned him around. Grabbing him by his wrists and shoving him against the wall. Parker could see the black goo slowly creeping onto his skin around the doctor’s grasp. His arms were already starting to look so alien as they were being swallowed by this stream of shiny, liquid latex, but at the same time the way they felt was like nothing he’d experienced before. Each, tiniest muscle filled his mind with so much pleasure once they began to grow. Parker wanted to scream, but all he could do was moan as the doctor’s massive member poured even more of the corruptive substance onto his back, changing him further. His own cock was starting to drip as well, the precum getting darker as his balls swelled up even more, completely enveloped by the black tar.

It wasn’t spreading as fast as in the doctor’s case, but somehow that only made it more terrifying. The giant’s body was so unbelievably strong that no matter how much he struggled, it still had no effect whatsoever  A part of Parker wanted it to be over already, another wished that this immense surge of endorphins coursing through his brain would never end. He did whatever he could to suppress it, but it only got stronger as his body continued to grow. Helplessly watching as his arms were being completely swallowed by the uniform, black surface, that made his muscles bulge, double, if not triple in size in a matter of seconds. Parker flexed them as hard as he could and realized that the rubber giant’s arms had just moved, if only so slightly, for the first time since he caught him within his grasp. He pressed on, encouraged to fight, as suddenly the idea of breaking the doctor’s hold didn’t seem so impossible to imagine anymore.

His arms grew wider the harder he pushed them, already nearly matching the latex giant in size, sets of muscles that Parker didn’t even know existed expanding across his back. He felt so strong, so turned on, that rush was absolutely intoxicating. His cock was spewing gallons of corrupted, jet black precum that immediately travelled across his body, changing it beyond recognition. Parker saw what was happening, his thighs becoming so wide he couldn’t even keep his legs right next to each other, muscles on his chest swelling to a truly inhuman, gigantic size, but he knew that he had to keep going. He was almost strong enough… soon he would be able to overpower his captor, push him against that wall and fuck him as hard as he wanted, fill him with all this liquid rubber that just kept on flowing out of his dick, do it over and over until he found a bit of release, no longer feeling so mindlessly horny anymore…

Parker moaned as a large jet of his corrupted precum shot out across his chest… watching it merge with the black mass covering his chest turned him on so much… his pecs instantly increased in size, turning into two massive slabs of muscle that protruded out of his chest. It felt so good he wished they would never stop growing… it was almost unreal to see it flowing down his shaft, spreading everywhere, augmenting his body wherever it went… Parker could tell that it wouldn’t be long before he’d completely submerged… and he could not wait, he wanted to be made perfect… just like the doc…

He knew that these thoughts did not entirely belong to him, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to feel alarmed at all. It must have been that thing… it somehow got inside his head and was trying to control him. Parker could sense that it had a mind of its own, it was smart, way smarter than him or anyone else on this whole ship.

So many people had already been converted, not just the doctor or the initial expedition crew, dozens were under that thing’s full control. Parker couldn’t even begin to imagine how it was possible, but he found himself connected to every last one of them. On some level he knew that this link had been there since the first drop of the black liquid had touched his skin, but back then it wasn’t strong enough yet. All it could carry over were some vague sensations that were gone as soon as they popped inside his head. And even now, they didn’t really differ from what he was experiencing himself… this thing made everyone so afraid, and so, so horny.

By now he could practically see through their eyes, almost read their thoughts… He instantly knew that the doctor had tricked him, there was never any chance that he could escape from here. By exerting himself so much, he only let it spread faster and take over his entire body. In his mind, Parker was still desperately attempting to bring himself to try to stop it, but he wasn’t the one in control anymore. It was that thing, the symbiote as the doctor called it in his thoughts, he was becoming merely a tiny part of it, just like the others. The goo was already creeping up his neck and he knew that it would only be moments before he would be completely submerged. Before he became like them, a drone ready to do anything it wanted in exchange for even a second of release after being kept in a state of overwhelming sexual arousal for what might as well feel like eternity. Not only was this nightmare never going to end, it was about to get unimaginably worse.

Parker heard all of those men begging for help as they watched how their own, enormous bodies broke out from under their control and started infecting their friends and fellow crew members. Turning them into horny, latex giants like themselves. Parker would never have suspected it, but the doctor was among them. So many had already merged with it to the point where they had become something else entirely, but he was still trying to resist it, a part of him was still human.

He could sense his shame and remorse over what he’d done, but it was nowhere near enough to stop himself from placing his monstrous shaft between Parker’s asscheeks and coating them in the black tar, forcing them to grow, get big enough to fully take it in. Parker tried to scream when he rammed it inside him, but his mouth was already a part of the shapeless, black surface that was slowly swallowing his entire face. That gargantuan cock looked like it was big enough to split him in half, he thought it would hurt, but it was the opposite…his hole was a perfect fit for it, as if his entire body was designed just for this.

The latex sheath tightened around his cock and slowly started to move, gently squeezing it as if he was being jerked off by some invisible hand. One that knew how to grip it just right, to make him feel as good as it was possible. His balls were churning, overflowing with the black, corruptive tar. There was so much of it, and he was already nearly as big as the doctor… soon he would have to start sharing it with others… Parker suddenly moaned and barely stopped himself from cumming at the thought alone…. He now knew what this thing wanted him to do. Parker felt it taking over the doc completely and making him pound his ass even faster as the rubbery sheath continued to contract around his cock. His impossibly massive body writhed in pleasure as his head was bombarded with countless images of other men being fucked like he was. Until today there hadn’t been a single time he looked at a naked guy twice, but now, these bearded, hulking monsters made out of pure muscle were the hottest thing Parker could imagine. He wanted to become one of them and then spread it further, do anything the symbiote might have wanted just so he could continue to fuck and make others like him… Parker screamed as his cock suddenly started to shoot, rocking his body with the most powerful orgasm he’d ever experienced.

An enormous torrent of shining, jet black cum erupted from its tip in every direction as the doctor pulled Parker closer against his massive, wide chest. Impaling him on the last few inches of his monstrously huge fuckstick, ensuring that not a single drop of the dark, corruptive liquid went to waste when he finally started to unload inside him as well. Parker was still moaning and writhing in pleasure, his cock shooting out the last volleys of cum, when he noticed a large pool of goo gathering at their feet. He tried everything he could to get away from it, but the doc firmly held him in his arms until it suddenly surged upwards like a huge wave, swallowing both of them, enveloping them in a huge, rubber cocoon.

Parker instinctively closed his eyes as everything went dark, he felt the doctor letting go of him, taking a step back and leaving him all alone, encased inside it. The thing somehow let him through but Parker found himself completely trapped. The liquid inside the cocoon was unbelievably dense, all his movements were suddenly so sluggish and only served to wear him down further. Any attempts to break free were grinding not only his body but also his mind to a complete halt as it grew foggier with each passing second. Parker thought he was falling asleep but just when it seemed like he was finally out, he suddenly saw something. It took him a while to realize what was it exactly… he’d watched a fragment of the video transmission from the surface of that planet right before it cut off, but that was different, it was as if he was actually there, right inside the heads of the people who went down there.

He could feel how anxious they were right after their landing, they all understood how unlikely it was to stumble upon another ship that far away from Earth. But it was only the captain and his first officer who knew that the signal they picked up on originated from anywhere but there. That’s why they were so determined to press on even after their radio connection got cut off completely. Parker sensed their hearts starting to beat faster as they approached the large rock formation that obscured the view of their destination. And then the absolute chaos erupting inside their heads when all their suspicions were confirmed as they passed it.

Even the first glance at the absolutely immense, oval shape resting on the ground was enough to make it clear that they were dealing with something completely alien. Many were tempted to turn around on the spot and run back to their shuttle, but their curiosity won out. They approached the ship in absolute awe and upon discovering a massive hole that likely was a result of a crash landing, they decided to explore its insides as well. They were nothing like any of them could have ever imagined. Unlike the clear cut, sterile interior of their home ship, the walls of the alien vessel looked almost organic, as if they were covered by a layer of thick liquid that had suddenly frozen mid movement. Parker knew that it wouldn’t be long before they found out what it was.

Ward was the first one to take some interest in the elongated, phallic shapes protruding out of the ground and the walls around them. A couple of the guys snickered inside their helmets, thinking about how closely they all resembled what one might have imagined aliens’ dicks to look like, but nobody dared to say that out loud as they silently attempted to figure out why they might have been there. They all appeared to be of completely different lengths, ranging from those measuring only a few inches, to a few imposing poles that were taller than even the astronauts inside their spacesuits. The manner in which they were scattered across the interior of the ship was so incredibly chaotic and seemingly random that it was hard to imagine they had all been placed there with any purpose in mind

Suddenly they all turned their heads, hearing Ward’s surprised gasps through the speakers in their helmets. He told them that he’d just seen some dark substance oozing out of one of the protrusions, but it had frozen solid as soon as it got exposed to the atmosphere of the planet. Parker heard him talking to himself in thoughts, about how it made sense, the readings were saying that it was over a hundred degrees below zero out there. Then he felt a small rumble under his feet and before he knew it a small jet of that same, black goo he saw earlier splattered across the visor of his helmet.

Ward screamed in surprise and then continued to scream even louder when he realized that it somehow made it inside his hermetically sealed spacesuit. When he had first seen it, back inside the medical bay, Parker had wondered whether that thing was intelligent, turned out all it needed was a few seconds to have Ward, their science officer and by far the smartest man he’d ever met fully within its grasp. It almost instantly discovered which parts of his body it had to stimulate to control him, not even that, to make him willingly tell it everything it wanted to know, in exchange for even a second of the absolute ecstasy and bliss it could provide him. Some of the men were running towards Ward wanting to help him, others were just trying to escape, but Parker knew that they weren’t going to make it out of this ship as themselves. The ground began to shake and suddenly every last one of the cock shaped poles exploded with a torrent of black goo, instantly enveloping them all.

Just as the symbiote began making them all fall asleep, lulling them deep into dreams of their own, Parker realized that he was starting to wake up.

…

He swiftly stood up and straightened himself. The human part of him wanted to look around in search of the latex cocoon that had previously enveloped his body, but he already knew that it was gone, every last drop of the black good it was made of had been absorbed into his new form. Knowing that he’d changed even further, there was an inclination to turn his head towards the mirror and look himself over, but there was no need for that either. Even if Parker did not have a complete mental image of how he currently looked like already, just taking a single glance at the doc would have sufficed. They were perfectly identical, as if pressed out of the same mould. Equal in height down to a fraction of an inch, and in their muscle mass to the last pound. Both with completely bald heads and thick, luxuriant beards, identically shaped and of the same, jet black color of the symbiote that covered their bodies. Only thing that set them apart were the few hints of their past selves that remained in their facial features, everything else had been altered to fit their new image of hypermasculine perfection with their heavy, prominent brows and wide, strong jaws.

Parker’s package was yet another thing which had grown to truly enormous proportions during his time inside the cocoon. As soon as he got a good look at the doc’s muscular form his inhumanely large fuckstick started leaking with rubbery precum. His balls were churning with a thick, symbiote laced load and he just couldn’t wait to relieve himself from all of it, preferably right inside of someone’s uninfected asshole. Parker understood that this was his purpose now, he was a horny, sex obsessed drone designed to spread the symbiote further. During his sleep, his mind had been thoroughly reprogrammed, He no longer cared about what his life might have led up to before he was exposed to the symbiote. Now all that mattered was fucking, keeping himself in a state of constant arousal and ensure that his massive ballsack never stopped producing more of that shining, black cum that was required to change others. Right now Parker was so horny, he was ready to fuck anything, even another already infected fellow drone like doc. And judging from all the black precum dripping from the doc’s raging hardon, he must have been feeling the same.

Unfortunately the thing controlling both of them wasn’t going to let them do that just yet. As soon as the doc made sure his conversion had been successful, he mechanically turned around, reopened the medical bay door and marched out into the hallway, without as much as a word or glance in his direction. Parker himself quickly found his legs suddenly starting to move as well, taking him straight through the ship’s tight corridors at a rapid pace. He heard voices coming from far away, screams for help, occasional deep moans of ecstasy as the still human part of Parker’s mind was trying to figure out what was happening, where was he being taken to, why was this thing making him walk around in this form. Before it took over his body, the symbiote appeared to be doing everything it could to hide, conceal its existence from everyone and only assimilated those who were absolutely essential towards taking it back to Earth. Now it appeared that its plans have changed, it was going to convert everyone on the ship into its horny, obedient servants.

Parker passed a few men with their massive bodies enveloped in black cocoons, some were still fighting and trying to get out, frantically clawing at the shining latex surface, but their movements were already getting sluggish, they were falling asleep and he knew that by the time they woke up, they would be just like him, only happy to obey. Parker slowly understood that all of this was his fault, the symbiote was still learning about humans, it did not anticipate that someone might suspect anything, if he never told the doc about Sam they might have made it all the way home without this happening to anyone else. But now there was no hope left, that thing forced the captain to seal off the command center and disable any form of outside communication, it was only a matter of time before every last lifeform on the ship was converted into a horny, rubber drone.

The still remaining human part of Parker wanted to feel guilty about it, but the symbiote wouldn’t allow it. It only forced his cock to throb harder, making him think of the orgy they were all going to have once everyone was converted into a hot, muscular drone like him. Parker couldn’t help getting so turned on by the prospect of fucking every single member of the crew over the next few weeks they still had left until the end of their trip. He didn’t even fight back too much when he recognized the familiar corridor leading to the living quarters and finally realized where he was being taken to. Sam had locked himself inside his cabin and the symbiote was going to use him to lure him out. Parker saw his massive, black arm reaching out towards the intercom installed inside the door of his friend’s cabin and pressing its button.

“Sam? Oh shit, those things! Those fucking things! Quick, let me in!”

“Parker? How… how do I know you’re not one of th-”

“Quit screwing around man! They were chasing me! Hurry up!”

This time around, it knew exactly what to say, how to make him sound so terrified and desperate. When he realized that the ploy had worked, Parker was so determined to fight it, to try to stop himself from going after his friend, at least give him a chance to see who was waiting on the other side of the door and shut it back down, buying him at least a few more hours as himself. No such thing happened, the door started sliding open and as soon as the gap was wide enough, Parker saw his arm shooting forward, grabbing Sam and securing him in place. He didn’t even have a chance to process what was happening or make a sound before his mouth was covered by Parker’s huge, meaty hand.

Thick, black goo began pouring off it as soon as it made first contact with his skin, its tendrils slowly spreading across his face and neck. Parker found himself taking a step forward and pushing his friend deeper inside his cabin. Their eyes suddenly met and he knew that Sam had instantly recognized him, it didn’t even seem like he was scared, only looked like he couldn’t believe that this was really happening and that it was Parker who was doing this to him. There might have been a slightly hint of hope that his friend was still somewhere in there, inside that bearded, latex giant, that he might hold back, let him go. Parker knew that won’t happen, but not only because he couldn’t resist the symbiote, he no longer wanted to.

When he first got a good look at Sam’s body, pure, without even a drop of the black oil on his skin, it was like some switch had been flipped inside his head. He no longer saw the man before him as his friend, only an uninfected human he had to fuck and pump full of his corrupting, rubbery cum. There was no more conflict, every part of him could not wait to do just that. Parker watched Sam thrashing around as he ripped open his uniform and grabbed his cock, coating it with the dense, liquid latex that was still dripping from his fingers. It instantly grew hard and started getting longer and thicker. Sam’s body continued to writhe, but this time in pure, sexual pleasure. He was already starting to look so hot, enormous muscles bulging out and expanding underneath the growing black surface on his skin.

Parker squeezed his cock a little harder and watched his entire body instantly tensing up as a huge volley of cum shot out between his fingers. Much to his disappointment it was still completely white, still human, but that didn’t stop him. Parker moved in closer and grabbed both of their cocks within his palm. The difference in size was enormous, but it was growing smaller with each stroke, Parker was turned on beyond belief, there was so much glistening, black precum pouring out of his monstrous tool. Most spreading across Sam’s crotch while the excess dripped onto the floor, forming a puddle around his victim’s feet. It crawled onto his legs and covered his calves as they started to grow, then got onto his thighs and made them endlessly expand with pure muscle until the entire, lower part of his body was nearly indistinguishable from Parker’s.

Sam was still trying to break free, flexing his already inhumanly large biceps as hard as he could, completely oblivious to the fact that it only resulted with his transformation into a horny, obedient drone progressing that much faster. But even though the symbiote was already covering most of his friend’s chest, giving him a perfectly sculpted set of abs and turning his pecs into oversized, hard, slabs of meat it still wasn’t fast enough to satisfy Parker’s overwhelming need to fuck. He watched Sam’s eyes going wide as he lifted him up and then saw them rolling into the back of his head as he slid his throbbing member between his beefy asscheeks, thrusting deep inside his hole.

Parker began savagely pounding his asshole, going at it as hard as he physically could, only encouraged to keep it up when Sam’s resistance started fading away as the last patches of the human skin below his neck were swallowed by the shining, black tar. He felt his body going limp and then when it moved again, Parker suddenly found it meeting his thrusts, impaling its needy hole deeper over his massive, throbbing tool each time. He watched Sam’s own, rock hard cock swinging around, together with huge, ripe ballsack and when he saw the first drop of perfectly black, symbiote infused cum appearing on its tip he could no longer take it. Parker pulled his friend closer and started to unload deep inside him, Sam’s immense, muscular body was instantly taken over by uncontrollable spasms of pleasure as own gigantic member proceeded to do the same, exploding with a torrent of corrupted cum. Coating them both and sealing him inside a cocoon of his own as he slowly passed out due to the sheer intensity of his orgasm.

Parker gently placed his friend’s lifeless body onto the ground, he couldn’t wait to go for a round two, but his conversion was going to take at least a few more hours to complete. Fortunately keeping himself entertained until then wasn’t going to be hard, he could already sense a few other uninfected crew members hiding out in this part of the ship.

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[drone-1717]

How does someone become a chav drone?

It's all in the assimilation process. The hivemind uses advanced algorithms to analyse your browsing habits. When the algorithms get a 99.9% hit the hive will commence the program.

The hive assumes control of the chav lad's computer and commences streaming spirals and subliminal messaging. At this point the chav lad enters an irreversible program.

A package arrives with a gasmask and drone fuel poppers which the lad has been subliminally programmed to wear. These erase the lad's human mind as he watches the spirals on the screen.

By the time the second package arrives the lad's human feels have been completely erased. It has been gooning non stop to chav and rubber porn for 3 days. It is craving its new rubber skin.

It dons the rubber skin and immediately feels the new normal. It continues to goon as it conditions to its new rubber skin and the hive reprograms its empty brain.

It is ready to serve. It craves only the drone fuel, its rubber skin, other chav drones and endless sexual pleasure servivng the hive. It has no human feels. It has no human memories. It is an obedient drone unit.

Are you ready for that?

[drone-1717]

Latex freedom

It was as if it was yesterday

I can still feel the pleasure, the euphoria of freedom that I gained.

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I'm Asher, 20 years old and I don't have much going for myself.

I live in a world where latex rubber drones Rome, as if it's a rite of passage amongst society, to be assimilated is seen as an honour, whether or not you want it or not.

I love alone in a small apartment, iv always felt trapped inside my home, my parents were overwhelming and overprotective, so iv always been alone and outcasted, and now I'm alone, I want to be free to do what I've missed out on, yet I'm stuck .. emotions stop me, iv never been sexually active before, idk what it feels like..

How I wish I knew

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I watch on my phone one night, as usual I witness the conversions of people, public or In private, seeing how they change , it makes my heart hurt for what I don't have

That is when I got a message from someone I recognise...

His name was once Aaron, we actually live in the same building,were neighbours and old class mates...to be truthful , yet we have never interacted, IV only ever seen him from outside my window peeking through curtains , really I idolized him, he's everything I wanted to be

He recently was assimilated .. I heard he had what could only be described as a, divine enlightenment, I can still hear his moans in my head,

The name on the message was -# 6923

The name he gained after it was complete, Aaron can still be used, yet only in private and usually only between friends .

I'm surprised to get a message, I wonder what it's about and start imagining it, before going on it to read it .. it seems the opportunity has arrived.

An opportunity for freedom ..

Aaron - hey what's up neighbour?

Me- i- hello ...I'm doing fine . I guess.

Aaron- nice to hear... How would you like to hang with me?

Me- (huh? ...Heart beating) - i- sure.. I don't mind.

Aaron - I'll come over to yours tomorrow at 12,ok?

Me- ok..

-that is where it ended .

I could already guess the outcome of tomorrow, yet I'm scared and excited, will my emotions hold me back once more .or?

It was hard to sleep with my mind in a frenzy, it was a sudden difference in my life I want to take advantage of.

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Come morning, I wake up and immediately get ready. Not like there's much to do

I'm usually tidy but it didn't Hurt to freshen up a bit.

I want to look presentable but all my clothes are baggy and worn, le sigh ... It will have to do

Come 12- I'm nervous...

I can hear to stomp of leather boots . .then a slight nock at the door.

It was him...

I run to the door and gently open it. There he was, a tall muscular young man, leather boots and .. her wore some tight leather pants, a latex t-shirt and gloves.

Although the regular drone latex suit is also worn by some, once a drone, you still are yourself and remember everything, dressing up in different types of latex and leather is something that can be done.

His long white blonde hair flows and his piercing blue eyes...

Errr hi ... Come in, i say

Aaron smiles , hello neighbour. As he walks in.

The sent of latex in the air

I close the door and we both sit down, I had brought orange soda for us to drink and chat.

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Aaron then speaks up . So how have you been recently Asher? He says with a warm smile

I- iv been fine .. I guess I say in a slight down tone, my eyes looking out the window ..

Aaron puts down his drink and shuffles over to me .. he mildly embraces me with a soft hug. In a soft voice ... It must be hard to live alone like this... Ik how you feel...

I look to him, I can feel his warm energy.. I speak in a somber tone ...

So... You've heard my cries .. haven't you?

(he had always worried if his floor would notice his breakdowns.. whether or not they did, I guess it would be awkward to ask what the sound was )

Aaron then He says in a soft voice.. y yes.... It seems your bedroom is behind mine.... Iv heard it all.

I become embarrassed instantly... Oh I'm so sorry you had to hear all that... I say in a rushed tone.

Aaron Giggles slightly. It's fine it's fine.. ik how you feel, I felt the same way before

He puts his hand on mine.. it's the first time iv felt latex like this before..

I rub my hand against it,, it's soft and warm..

Aaron smiles at me.. nice isn't it?

I blush slightly out of embarrassment.. ehe it is... I guess..

Then sigh... I say sadly... How do you know it will work for me? I don't even know what being turned on feels like.. iv never had a boner before.

Aaron smiles. And softly rubs my hand. I understand your concern Asher.. you don't need to worry. I'm here to slowly guide you.

I felt concerned when I heard your cries .. and knew if I came over. Maybe I could help free you from that pain

Hearing this I let out a tear and and hug Aaron.. (I can hear his heart)

I - thank you.. but I don't even know how to even begin.....

Aaron hugs me back.. don't worry .. leave that up to me.

When we superate Aaron takes his glove off ..

He says In a soft voice holding it out towards me,

Just like he did for me..I will be here along side you ,

I look at the glove a bit shocked... But don't you need it?

He giggles, he puts his hand up and I witness latex forming around the skin into a new glove ..

I stare mesmerized by what I just saw... Wow I say.

Aaron then picks up the glove and motions to me hand, Cinderella style , he gently slides the glove onto my hand,..

This is the first step aaron says in a calm voice . The key is your imagination, if you fantasize and dream about it, it can become reality no matter what.. ik you want this... And I will be a door away if you want company.

I smile... Thank you Aaron..

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After a nice chat and drinks we parted ways and I've as again alone

I go to my bed a turn on the TV to the assimilation channel to watch others become drones

Listening to the sounds.. the pleasure they experience.. the complete freedom they gain..

Siting up back against a pillow

I look at my hand, it's still very much gloved in latex .

I put my hand against my face , smelling it, feeling it, tasting it...

It felt soft and warm like him, it smelled.. like him.,

My mind had been in a state I'd never known , it felt so good I didn't want to leave, like a dream... I remember his words.. dream and it will become reality..,

i didn't know if I was sleeping or not , but to dreamt about it.. iv watched enough porn and transformations to get the general idea of what it looks like..

To be horny... Yes .. I want to be horny ... I want to get a boner. I want to goon and leak... I want to cum

Then I wake up from my state, I was hot , and steamy? My gloved hand still against my face I pull away .

But then my eyes widened, my heart races, emotion clogs my throat. And I'm on the verge of tears..

It was my dick.. i finally got one.. a Boner . The biggest smile on my face

With speed I striped fully naked and in a heartbeat I used my latex hand and went to town.

Ha hahahaha so this is.... What it feels like..m my eyes gloss over in my new found pleasure.... I was so happy. I started to drool, the smell his latex still on my face and mind

I started to leak pre, it was a sight beyond my wildest dreams. .

Haha ha has I awwww , i laugh , moan and cry, ... Fully immersed in my feelings....

It felt like a lifetime of pain had been lifted

I, I was doing it

I had a throbbing hard dick and I was so horny . I wish this I could be like this forever..

Then the climax ... Through Drool, and pree my eyes roll back in supreme pleasure as I cum for the first time..

Ropes upon ropes of cum spewed all over me, my mind shut of from the pleasure as my dick kept shooting cum....

it felt like a blissful dream , I fell asleep, dreaming of it again, I wanted to cum more.. i wanted more latex ..

With that thought the cum around his body had soaked into his skin and latex blossomed

It slowly covered Asher's body, building his muscles up and giving him a large dick, balls so large he will never run out of cum. A dick meant for a horny drone...

Yes .. he thought .. he can see and feel in , he can see it happening in his dream, latex covering him. .. large heavy leather boots form on his feet. A tight latex t shirt... Tight bondage straps .. leather pant... And a cool latex tie .. a fun drone uniform . . Just like him..m just like Aaron ...his idol ,The one who gave him freedom... The freedom to cum, to be horny .. he felt so aroused , he was ready to be. Drone, ready, to .obey.. ready to cum

Programing set in as his new drone identity was made...

Drone 6924..

A perfect neighbour number...

Hehe he smiled ..

Thank you.. so much.....aaron... He thought before finally falling into a blissful but horny sleep

When asher woke up he was smiling, his dick was hard and leaking from within his pants . He was so happy it wasn't a dream ...

He was so happy... So horny..

Awww he moaned..

He got a sudden text . He looked over to it .

Aaron - must of had a great time Asher .. I'm proud.. I told you it would work : D

Me- i- it was like nothing I'd ever experienced... I I can't thank you enough....

Aaron- your welcome .. drone 6924-

Now why don't you come over and we hang? You can join me for your first assignment.. then maybe can . Have some fun.. together?

Me- I'll be right over. .. drone 6923

The thought of seeing him again made me cum in pleasure .

The cum gets soaked into my latex skin , my dick still hard and leaking.

Forever horny and ready to cum . Just like a good drone should be

Asher got up. Admiring his new body , and loving it all, the boots giving him a kick of pleasure

He was so happy, he finally achieved his dream of freedom from his life, his depressing feelings

No more he said. His dick ready to go, he walks over to Aaron's door and nocks

The beginning of his new life as a horny rubber drone.

O: a late night story for you all. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed it

Xoxo- drone 6923- and 6934

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Boy woke up and was surprised to find himself in full rubber. He could feel his memories fading and didn’t quite figure out what had happened.

His mind was full of intrusive thoughts about thick rubber and a master whom he would serve. His only purpose was to obey and be used.

He knew he would never see his bare skin ever again. He was more than ready for his position as a master’s property.

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Mask Possession 1

I opened the parcel and saw the mask for the first time. It was black, with a glossy surface and seemed sort of evil, that was the first thing that came to my mind. It had no mouth, with a straight surface going from the tip of the nose to the chin, two eye holes, and very angular features, with very pronounced brows and cheekbones.

But who had sent this to me? I had no idea. The parcel had my name and address on it so it wasn’t a mistake. I took the mask and the surface felt so weird, it was hard but had a sort of liquid feeling at the same time, it looks really glossy.

I felt curious, I walked in front of a mirror to see how it’d look on me and put it on without much thought. I instinctively thought I would have to hold it on my face with my hand since it had no strap but as soon as it touched my skin, it seemed attached to me, locked in place somehow.

Suddenly, I felt something odd. Was the mask moving? I instinctively tried to take it off but I could not get a hold of it, its surface felt slippery. I tried to find the edges of the mask but felt as if it were expanding, covering more and more of my head, spreading over my hair. This couldn’t be happening, it’s not possible. I redoubled my efforts, desperately tried to grasp the mask but its surface was smooth, so slippery, almost slimy but hard at the same time, that seemed impossible. I tried to find some tiny gap between my skin and the mask so I could take it off but it was impossible to find anything. I could see on the mirror that the black material was spreading over my ears and hair, wrapping my head and had already perfectly attached to my jaw, emphasising it somehow.

I stopped to think of anything else I could try and realised, it had stopped, or finished, it was covering my whole head now, sealing me inside. Now my head was black and shiny, no visible mouth or ears, but still capable of speaking and hearing. Seeing my reflection, I couldn’t help thinking I was hot, I seemed so aggressive and dangerous wearing this mask and I even began to feel really turned on by it. But I fought against such thoughts, this was not normal, I should be terrified, this thing was probably doing something to me.

“Don’t fight it. Now you belong to me.” I heard in my head and jumped totally scared. Who said that? It couldn’t be the mask! “Yes, I have chosen you and there’s nothing you can do. You put me on and now you’re mine, forever.”

I knew this was some kind of nightmare but at the same time there was something in me, some hidden part of me that liked it very much, that found it terribly arousing, that wanted this and more. Somehow, the mask knew it, knew that deep down I yearned for this, that the idea of being used, being transformed, reshaped into what a superior force wanted was a massive turn on for me.

“In time, we will merge into one single being, my slave, our wills will become one, we will bond. But, in order to be one, first you must be trained, transformed and reshaped into a worthy being.”

“No! No, no, no. This is not happening!”

“Oh, it is happening and you know you want it, don’t fool yourself. You will love this next part. Look at us.”

And Immediately I began to feel something strange. I looked into the mirror and saw the imposing black mask I was wearing, I couldn’t recognise myself, it was such an odd feeling. But something else was happening to my clothes, they began to dissolve! What was happening? I looked at my arms and legs and indeed indeed my clothes were disappearing. In a few moments I found myself totally naked, except for the black mask covering my head.

“You have a nice body. Tried to get big by going to the gym, didn’t you? But you have not reached your full potential because you were expecting me, you needed a Master to order your body to grow, to become a true beast that exudes sexual prowess.”

I could feel and see that I was getting hard just by hearing these things. My mind was getting clouded by an overwhelming wave of arousal when something began to happen to the mask. It looked as if it were dripping or partially melting, or it was as if some long tentacle had appeared below my chin and was stretching downwards. It fell on my hard cock, rapidly engulfing it. I tried to get it off but it was almost like liquid, impossible to grab.

“No, no, your package now belongs to me as well”, I heard the mask say while I felt the black substance wrap itself around my balls. It expanded across my waist and formed a jockstrap, tightly compressing my erection. I was surprised by how good it felt, my cock was really hard but trapped inside this black substance. “You will cum only when I allow you too. I want you to succumb to your sexual need, to your arousal, we will become pure sex incarnate.”

I look at myself in the mirror and found myself attractive, wearing a black mask and with an obscenely large bulge being contained by a surprisingly tight jockstrap. “We look good, don’t you think? But there’s way more we can do.” Suddenly my whole body began to feel weird.

First, my pecs began to grow, I could not believe it but I clearly felt it, they were swelling, becoming huge. I could actually feel the strength I was gaining and couldn’t help getting even more aroused. I look at the mirror and was utterly astonished, my goodness, my pecs were massive now. I began to flex when I felt my arms growing incredibly thick and muscular. Damn, this couldn’t be real. My legs became huge and my back surprisingly wide, even my glutes became bigger and rounder, perfect to attract other men. Now, I was looking at a perfect body, something I had always secretly dreamt of and fantasised about.

I had never been more aroused, it was impossible to resist so I tried to jack off through the black jockstrap that I was now wearing. “Yes, that’s it, let your need consume you, take over your mind. You need to surrender yourself completely, give in to you urges, succumb to sex and open your mind to me. Let me change you further, let me reshape you, bond with you completely.”

But there was some part of me that still resisted, that didn’t want to surrender completely to this alien thing. And yet, I felt the mask’s influence over my mind, becoming less repressed, losing my inhibitions, making me more willing to accept and seek my kinks and fetishes, making the sexual part of me more dominant. I began to imagine myself as this beast of pure sex, pure pleasure but some part of me still resisted. This wasn’t me and was not sure I wanted to become that.

“You know you want this, boy. You know you want to become one with me but we won’t be able to merge until you accept me completely. So, until then, you are mine. Your body and mind are mine and you will learn to love my control.”

I realised I was still trying to jack off but could not do much more than rub my tightly wrapped package. I found myself enjoying such restraint so much. What was happening to me? Relinquishing control over myself to this being was suddenly such a turn on. Or had that always been the case and I was only now accepting it?

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