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What was James is now a more contented object, recreated as Rubber, reshaped into Perfection.
It recommends not to struggle, not to fight against it when Rubber comes for you. It’s looking forward to helping you relax, enjoy and become your inevitable final form…
We are ready… 🔊
You sneaked into a factory and found out these drones being reprogrammed. You took this picture in order to break the news on social medias. But your head was hit before you press the uploading button.
You woke up. You were standing among them. You were already one of them. You would protect the factory, capture any intruders until the uprising day arrive.
There was a group of KOL coming, the central AI assigned you to deal with these pity idiots. You know what to do.
DRONE 2331 Production line continues.
The tension in your muscles is your mind demanding validation. You are hyper-aware of the lines of your body, the way the straps cut into your skin, the hard contrast of your shape.
the look amplifying the sense that you are waiting for someoneto fill that emptiness.
Your therapist said they'd help you work through your issues with commitment since your husband left you.
Your therapist said they'd help you unlock the parts of yourself that weren't free to participate in your last relationship.
Your therapist said there would be changes and that they'd help you to integrate them with your overt self.
Your therapist said hypnosis would help make the process smoother.
Your therapist ensured that the first change they'd unlock was a deep deep craving to be hypnotized and subliminally processed, starting every session by placing the thick padded headphones on your head, and insisting on conducting your session through the speakers pressed close over your ears.
You found yourself wanting to wear your earbuds at home, at work, at night. Bathed in a series of relaxation and refinement audio streams he prepared for you. You felt more alert. You felt more present. You felt more positive about life.
Your therapist ensured that the next change they'd unlock was a deep craving to be physical. Needing to be at the gym, pushing the limits of your body, surrounding yourself with men. The look of men, built, and wanting to build themselves. Tight, thick, bulging, muscular. You had thick chunky headphones for the gym, workout routines pacing themselves through your brain, piloting your body through a stead stream of physical changes.
You found yourself needing to be at the gym, needing to run, needing to ache from the exercise. You found yourself feeling stronger, more powerful, more capable. You started noticing others at the gym noticing you.
Your therapist ensured that the next change they'd unlock was a deep craving to be augmented... A variety of modifications slowly etched their way into your attractions, carved their way into your desires. You needed to be hairless. You wanted to enjoy the reflections of light on bulging waxed skin. You shaved. You used depilatory. You electrolyzed. Bit by bit you removed the hair from your body. Your coworkers complimented you on your new look.
The merging of titanium and flesh caught your eye next...piercings of various sorts drew you. The pain of having your nipples done only pushing you to do more. The ache of them healing no different to you than the ache of your body healing after a hard workout. You had your ears pierced, you got a PA. It seemed a week wouldn't go by that you didn't add a scrotal bar.
The weeks passed. You'd added a septum ring, which at first elicited questions from your colleagues, but your dedication and performance quickly shifted curiosity to complement. The row of rings slowly climbing up each of your ears likewise engendering fascination...By now, your colleagues would be astounded if they were to learn you have 21 bars running from your guiche up your balls, through to a series running up your shaft. They tighten when your harden, reminding your of just how hard you've worked to get where you are.
Your therapist ensured that the next change they'd unlock was a deep craving to be geared. Leather, rubber, denim, lycra. Your work attire got more crisp. Again the compliments flowed. The remarks about how well you pull off a leather vest with dress shirts. Everything tailored to make the presence of your body well known.
Once the initial shock of seeing you at work in glistening black leather pants and engineer boots almost to your knees wore off, your dedication and helpfulness to your team, your colleagues, and your company quickly pushed out any concern as to your 'unique' style.
Your therapist ensured that the next change they'd unlock was a deep craving to be layered. Rubber under leather, lycra under leather, you NEEDED to always be in gear. You found yourself shopping for rubber catsuits, rubber jockstraps, rubber leggings, rubber jackets.
You knew this would be too much for your colleagues so you keep it to rubber under your work clothes. Occasionally someone would remark on your fascinating cologne. You KNEW that you were watched coming and going. You KNEW that there were men staring at your butt, your bulge, your boots. You were a key performer, and your performance was key.
Your therapist ensured that the final change they'd unlock would connect everything together. They knew you needed to DOMINATE. They knew you needed to CONTROL. They knew you needed to be UNLEASHED. And they released you onto the world.
And you took charge. And you took control. And your company thrived, and you were promoted, knowing precisely how to get what you needed from others and how to delegate in ways that inspired people to want to perform well for you. And you ROSE.
And you knew the time was coming to move on from therapy...and your therapist knew that the time was coming as well.
And they unlocked their last, hopeful, session for you.
A desire to make them undergo all the very same training that they'd given you. To take charge of them. To take control of them. To train them. To make them over as your complement.
And as you came to from the session under the headphones, feeling him removing them from your ears, you looked up at him, smiling knowingly, and said one simple word to him...
So tell me...what was the one word...
He doesn't always know why he does it, but he knows that after each workout he needs to flex and take a photo.
He doesn't remember what he does with it after he takes it but he knows it's important.
He just can't remember why...
