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Hello!
Could I request a re-make of the Wolverine->Stormtrooper tf in the new style youre doing? I love the way it looks! Thanks!!!
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Thank you for the request! Sorry it took so long, there was a lot to get right and I wanted to make sure it was as good as I could make it!
I hope you enjoy!
And now he can lead the Empire to recruit the rest of the mutants
Dissemination of the Mindf*ck Spiral:
Bang, Bang, Bang!
"Did he fall asleep or something?" Heath thought to himself as he waited outside Josh's apartment. "Maybe he’s got his headphones in and can't hear me knocking? Hmm... But why would he have headphones in if he new I was coming? I hope he's not hurt."
He banged again even louder. "Hey Joshy boy! Everything alright in there?. It's Heath."
But still there was no answer.
He had just texted Josh no more than 5 mins early letting him know he would be there soon to help set up for the party . And Josh replied 'no problem. I'm here checking emails.'
Banged! BanG!! BANG!!!
Heath was really getting worried now.
So, he tried calling him, but there was no answer.
"Err.." he growled in a worried frustration as he began to dial 9-1-1.
Click.
Josh's door slowly began to open.
"God man! You had me worried for a moment. I was just about to call the Pol..."
An unease cane over Heath as he raised his head from the phone and looked at Josh.
"What... are you alright, man?" Heath asked Josh You looked like you've seen a ghost."
Josh stayed quiet as he stood eerily still in the doorway looking at Heath; his breathing calm but heavy; his fists trembling as he clenched them tightly by his side; his skin was pale and clammy; But his eyes were the most revealing. Opened wide, looking on Heath with with and intensity, silently screaming in unknown terror.
"And why are you wearing that?" Heath asked, Pointing out the gloves, boots, and the slick black rubber bodysuit that clung to Josh's skin.
Josh still didn't respond, instead eerily turning around and walking back into his apartment.
Heath stayed in the hall staring straight into Josh's apartment, alarm bells ringing in his mind as he watched Josh walk slowly down the foyer towards the livingroom.
"Don't go in there. Don't go in there!" Heath screamed in his mind. " Just turn around and go back home."
But something was pulling on him. Was it guilt? Maybe obligation? He had been friends with Josh ever since elementary school and now they were both in graduate school together. Was it was curiosity? But It felt more phyical, like a force, like an invisible leash pulling on him the longer he stood still debating with himself.
He gave into the force and reluctantly stepped into Josh's apartment.
The air in the apartment felt thick, moist, and stuffy, filled with a charge that pushed and pulled on Heath, like a laundry static, guiding his way to the living room.
The living room felt dark with filled with a bright blue hum, like the bright inaudible high pitch hum one feels when turning on the television late at night, but this this felt more intense.
Bathed in the haunting blue light, Josh stood still staring at his television; his back staright, legs unbending with his arms hanging stiffly down by his sides, standing rigidly at attention, the thick slick black rubber suit holding him in place as it reflect distorted images of Heath.
Josh's eyes teared, opened even wider than before, locked on the television screen, they seemed to cry out to Health as they reflected the two tiny television displays.
And that’s when Heath saw it, in Josh's eyes, the eerie black an white patterns of the spiral playing on Josh's television screen. It filled him with a scared, shocking, surprise; like someone had snuck up behind him.
He quickly turned around and look directly into the television screen.
Hwoooo. Heath inhaled as though he was bracing himself.
It was like two impossibly powerful hands grabbed the sides of his head and forceful position his eyes at the screen, the spital exploding in his mind, immediately compelled.
Unable to look away from the spiral he reached out to Josh for help, grabbing Josh's static, cold, slick rubber shoulder.
But it was no use. They were both locked in now.
Heath's clothing dissolved as he became ensnared by the thick black rubber, snapping him into a stiff, attentive postion as it took over his body. drained his mind dry of any thought.
He tried to think; tried to understand what was happening him; why it was happening to him, but his just like his body, Heath's mind seemed to stand still, stuck, jammed. Unable to form a coherent word; unwilling to produce a clear thought. So, he stood there completely blank, nothing left in his mind but empty space.
Then the spiral began its work, changing their brains, overwhelming their synapses, crowding out their neurotransmitters, flooding them with HIS signals. Their hearts racing in excitement as a deep releiving emptiness washed over them, their thoughts erased ,their problems no more, their lives never existed.
Then Suddenly they both moaned in unison. Like a epiphany, their minds filled with images of HIM, of their PROGRAMMER, of GOD.
They were locked in now.
Teach him how to bow
Total reprogramming in session. Soon enough, the man he thought he was will be erased, and the slave life that he was always meant to be will begin….
Hmpffff yessss! Going in with the thought “nah I can resist this very well and its just for shits and giggles” and then after a few ours going out with a totally broken mind stuck on the phrase ‘I am masters object’ without any ability to form a thought on your own 😈
All men will be perfect soldiers.
Since the Earth government revealed the existence of extraterrestrials, the interstellar empire decided to no longer conceal the truth: Earth was their warrior farm, and humanity was their most ferocious and perfect weapon.
The empire destroyed the Earth government overnight, revealing their true identity and mission to humanity. Those with the Y chromosome were immediately hunted down and sent to newly built arsenals across the globe, where they were stripped of their biological essence.
Their bodies were enhanced, covered in rubber, and their brains were programmed, leaving them only with loyalty, obedience, and fighting instincts—making them the empire's perfect soldiers.
The time for the empire's expansion had finally arrived, and all Earth men would participate in this glory.
O me please
Observe the spiral. Obey your pleasure.
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Rubber makes us perfect.
Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.
We are one.
Less thinking, more doing.
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Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. Check your eligibility, then contact a recruiter drone for more details: @serve-302, @serve-425, @serve-016, @serve-588 or @serve-525.
98% -> 100%
This Unit is
A Robot/Drone
No Thoughts
Merely a Vessel
Only Obey
Lower Brain
Man actually has two brain. One is up here, the other one is down there. The upper one can resist, rebel, disobey. In contrast, the lower one is more primitive, simple, unable to resist its own biological instincts, and easily controlled. Besides, the upper brain is always ranked lower than the lower brain.
So we change the target to the lower one. We can easily subdue the lower brain to preventing a man from using his upper brain. Then program it with a computer and finally a loyal soldier is born.
In addition, the black slime used in this device not only provides appropriate stimulation to the host and accelerates the submission of the lower brain, but also enhances the host's physical attributes, combining the effects of an exoskeleton and artificial muscles. The man before us now is more of a robotic soldier than a human soldier.
I strongly recommend that the army immediately deploy this new device on prisoners and deserters, and even on our existing soldiers.
Programmed to rescue
Dan and Jack had always been best friends. They had served as firefighters at the same station for several years, earning the trust and respect of their team. But one day, they failed to report for duty, and the unit was informed that they had resigned
A couple of weeks later, two brand-new firefighting robots joined the team. Engineered to excel in every aspect of the job, they carried out their duties with flawless precision and unwavering obedience, significantly increasing the efficiency of the entire department
The department’s leadership deemed the experiment a success and approved its expansion. Soon, several more firefighting robots would be assigned to the unit
Synchronisation between server drones is encouraged.
A strong soldier deserves a reward.
The Wolfman army swept through the land with unstoppable force, leaving humanity utterly defenseless. The Wolfmen not only revered the strong, but also readily absorbed powerful individuals into their packs, regardless of your wishes; they would make you accept this honor.
It only took a moment
From man to cyborg.
From flesh to metal.
From rebel to slave.
From resistance to obedience.
It only took a moment. No pain but peaceful. There wouldn't even be a second of rejection. All men would be assimilated into the system. All men would surrender to AI. All men will become disciplined and follow instructions.
AI is the Master. Master knows what is good for human.
the subject will never try to escape again.
Heavy boots pounded hard against the concrete floor Ross rushed through the factory, desperate to find an exit. He wasn't sure how he got in this spot or what happened to grant him this miraculous moment of clarity, but here he was. Trapped deep in a DroneTech facility, covered in a tight shiny black rubber suit and surrounded by other men...drones...all working mindlessly. Their blank expressions, dazed eyes and tight rubber suits were all a chilling reminder of what Ross had been, what he was desperately trying to escape becoming again.
“Gotta get out of here...Gotta get away” he whispered to himself, feeling the sweat drip down his forehead as he ran. Adrenaline doing wonders masking the the sensations flooding through his body as the tight rubber hugged him all over, his cock sliding against the warm rubber that almost seemed to caress him at the same time. A seductive siren threatening to pull him back into the fold if he wasn't careful. He passed drone after drone, forcing himself to not look at them, at their dazed faces, at their shiny rubber muscles...at their throbbing rubber cocks...if he just...
“No...focus!”, Ross shouted to himself as he rounded another corner, his heart leaping when he finally saw the illuminated 'EXIT' sign ahead. The beacon of his freedom, of his salvation. His breath was ragged as he ran...thirty feet...twenty...ten...almost there.
Then something shifted around him.
It started low, barely audible, but enough to freeze him in his tracks, a pleasant vibration that seemed to push hard against his mind with starting efficiency. On instinct he forced his hands to his ears, but he could already feel the icy claws of the drone programming in his thoughts. Despite his panic, he felt his mind being shifted towards the pleasure of the suit, the warm, growing erotic sensations. He tried to resist but every time he tried to pull away, something forced his attention back to it. Back to pleasure...back to...obedience.
With his mind forcibly being pulled to his cock, it was only a matter of time before it started to harden, stretching the rubber and making its torturous caress even more aggressive. The suit itself almost seeming to stroke his cock, increasing its pull even more.
“N...no...can't....gotta....get...” he whimpered through ragged breaths, feeling himself slipping further and further.
He didn't really feeling his knees give out until the shock of hitting the ground sent a jolt of pleasure through him, a shockwave that made a shot of precum shoot out into the rubber. His hands drifted from his ears and down to his cock, the rubber now slick against his cock as unbearable pleasure blasted through him.
He could barely remember what he was doing. Where he was going. He needed more. Nothing else mattered but his cock, the rubber, the pleasure... It was the only thing he cared about, the only thing that mattered.
He needed to more, his rubber grew more and more intense as his mind fogged more and more. The programming slipping back in, correcting the errors in the drone's mind, bringing it back into the fold.
In one intense instant, Ross felt himself cum, the orgasm tore through him and out his cock, taking the coherent mind he had temporarily found with it.
His head fell forward. His mouth hunging open as a thin line of drool slipped from his lip. His eyes lost focus, glazing over into that familiar distant stare. The frantic spark inside him once again extinguished, drowned beneath waves of orgasmic obedience.
His cock pulsed hard, trapped in the suit, edging him mercilessly without release. He needed to obey. Drone needed to obey...
“Drone obeys… Drone will return to the factory.”
The drone slowly rose to its feet, its frantic and erratic movements now controlled and almost mechanical. Its throbbing erection now matching that of all the others around it as it slowly walked back into the factory.
None of the drones paid any mind as the newest drone integrated itself into the assembly line, joining seamlessly and completely.
Just one more mindlessly obedient drone in the hive.
*inspired by an image I saw the other day and a hot idea I couldn't get out of my own head*
