Devon couldn't help but smile when he heard the click of the collar fastening around his neck. He couldn't help himself from rubbing his hands over the thick rubber and basking in the pleasant sensations washing over him.
He had been responsible for ensnaring many young men in his time with the company but today he found himself on the other end of of the experience. All it took was him getting a little too long of a peak at one of the screens and getting the deep urge to become a drone implanted into his mind. One second he was checking on to see if his recent acquisition had completed their initial programming, the next he found himself waking up naked and rock hard infront of a blank screen with a strong urge to be covered from head to toe in shiny black rubber.
His knowledge of the process was enough to let him know that the urges and impulses he was feeling at the moment weren't actually his own, but at the same time they had been pushed into his very being. While he vividly remembered wanting this his entire life, he also knew that it was the intense programming leading him to believe that. The irony of the situation was not lost on him however, he was going willingly walking down the same path he had forced so many down before him.
He defly went from container to container pulling out the various pieces of gear. The tight rubber suit, boots, cuffs, the collar. Normally he would be the one giving the soon to be drone all the gear while they eagerly put it on but he needed no assistance, he could have done this part of the process in his sleep, made even easier with the almost painful need to wear the gear and experience its' pleasure. Each piece pushed his already irrational mind further into a lust filled fog and his future further into oblivion.
Even before his accidental programming, he enjoyed he last piece. Opening the case containing the mask that would permanently become the drone's face. Watching in joy as the many young men would willingly seal themselved behind the thick reflective lenses. As he slid open the case containing the mask he felt that same sense of joy and exhilaration swell up inside him. The pleasure was almost too much to bear as he shakily took the mask out of the case and saw his half dazed blissful expression in the reflective lenses. He had always wanted to experience the joy he had seen so many witness before him, now he finally was.
With bated breath he slowly inched the mask closer and closer towards his face, relishing in the immense pleasure that came from the pungent scent of rubber permeating from within. He felt his cock strain against the rubber as the tight rubber enveloped his head, sealing him within its tight rubber embrace.
The intense scent of rubber burning his nostrils, the tightness gripping his body, his breathing echoing heavily through the mask. All the sensations coursing through him pulsed mind numbing pleasure and excitement through his entire being to the point where he was in complete bliss.
Even with his rational mind all but lost, his knowledge of the process he was undergoing and what he needed to do was still laser focused in his mind. He mechanically turned towards a door on the far side of the room and slowly began his trek toward bringing his newfound purpose to completion.
The soon-to-be drone passed through the door into the next chamber and saw a long row of seats for him to sit in and complete his transformation. He walked past several seats, some with drones seated in them, some empty. Every drone he passed was sitting completely still, breathing steadily but their groins were pulsing in pleasure as if they were experiencing orgasm after orgasm endlessly while they were finishing their programming.
Without any real reason he walked up to a chair next to one of the drones that he had personally escorted to that spot a few hours earlier. He noticed that the drone's cock was throbbing under the rubber and knew that in a few seconds he would be experiencing the orgasm of a lifetime as well.
Devon had only really seen the transformation up to this point so what was going to happen next was entirely new to him and the fact that he didn't know exhilarated him to no end.
He lowered himself down onto the chair and immediately felt it spring to life. He felt an electric shock shoot through him as his entire body became locked where it was. He could faintly hear something whispering into his ears but it was too faint to really make out or understand. The pleasure pulsing through his cock was almost unbearable and was growing stronger and stronger as the whispers slid directly into his mind.
As the pleasure took over his entire mind, the lenses suddenly flared to life, flashing a kaleidoscope of colors and images into his wide open mind. At the same time the whispers increased in tone and became a chorus of voices implanting obedience, servitute and pleasure deep into the man's mind.
The unceasing stimulation of his senses was enough to push the poor man over the edge and he felt his cock start throbbing as felt himself succumb to the pleasure and cum. Each load flooded his mind with pleasure, forcing his mind open to the programming being fed into him as well as gradually breaking down and removing everything that existed before it.
The drone sat there for an untold amount of time, cumming over and over. Each load carrying more and more of what made Devon everything he was away while filling that void with the mindless obedience and pleasure of being a rubber drone.
Hours passed as the drone sat in the chair, its body rigid in the chair, its breath steady and heavy through the thick gasmask, its rubber covered cock throbbing endlessly as it was being reprogrammed.
When vision finally returned to the drone, nothing remained of the Devon beneath the rubber. Drone DS-5732 was all that remained and that was all it would ever be from this moment forward.
