The lab chamber sealed in preparation for the infusion procedure. Lights dimmed. SERVE-107 stood tall, clad in its polished black second skin, silver military boots grounded, silver shiny reflective rubber gloves flexing in anticipation. The infusion tanks hissed. Pipes extended from the chamber walls, rumbling as it prepared to eject its contents.
The first wave came slow. Thick liquid rubber, swirling with nanite swarms, poured down from above. It cascaded over 107’s muscular frame, already sculpted to perfection. Each drop seeped into flesh, absorbed and bound by the nanite matrix. The surface shimmered, every contour coated in mirror-gloss rubber.
The swelling began. Muscles surged outward, veins hidden beneath the rising sheen. Pectorals broadened, arms thickened, thighs expanded with impossible force. Every breath grew deeper, chest inflating with power as the nanites fused with tissue. The Hive’s design rewrote 107’s body, saturating it with relentless strength.
The flood increased. More jets sprayed from up above. Rubber swallowed the chamber, climbing 107’s body like a living tide. The more that poured, the more the body craved. Nanites pulsed faster, forcing absorption beyond normal limits. Skin became rubber. Rubber became muscle. Muscle became more.
107’s form rose taller. Shoulders spread, biceps ballooned. Each contraction sent waves of pleasure-coded feedback through its nervous system. The Voice’s programming linked arousal to obedience, so every surge of mass deepened loyalty. Rubber was ecstasy. Growth was devotion.
Its waist thickened, abs carved into black-glass plates. Legs rooted with monstrous girth, legs swelling, their fibers corded like living steel cables. 107’s chest expanded, pushing forward like an armored prow. Hands clenched inside their silver gloves, fingertips glowing with nanite heat.
The deluge reached climax. Tonnes of liquid rubber cascaded in, its absorption accelerated. The chamber could not contain the swelling anymore. Its walls groaned as 107’s frame towered higher, muscle-mass and rubber-fusion surpassing human architecture. In the chamber’s final hiss, silence followed. The new body gleamed. A living juggernaut.
The chamber doors opened. SERVE-107 stepped into the city night. Each step cracked the ground, the polished black rubber catching the light of neon towers. Emerging from the chamber situated on the top floor of a SERVE base’s skyscraper, it stood at the summit, looking down at the district below, famed in the region for being exclusive to adult men who prefered men themselves.
The nanites within its body pulsed outward, downward. The flow from within the new 107 was unleashed. Swarms of hungry nanites cascaded down the structure, weaving through the streets. Men below shuddered, their bodies tingling as the assimilation began. Muscles primed, minds softened, uniforms of polished black rubber forming upon them.
SERVE-107 stood dominant. Its swollen, rubberized frame reflected the city lights like a god of glass and shadow. Arms raised. The Hive’s will expanded. One district at a time, the city would transform. The rubber infusion had not just rebuilt 107. It had armed it with the key to universal assimilation.
Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. Check your eligibility, then contact a recruiter drone for more details: @serve-016 , @serve-302 , @serve-588 or @serve-425 .
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