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Diane's eyes burned.
She tried to close them again, but the restraints around her head tightened instantly with a sharp metallic click, forcing her gaze back toward the impossible radiance flooding the chamber.
Light pulsed across the walls in violent waves.
White.
Pink.
Violet.
The colors strobed in precise, rhythmic bursts that pierced straight through her vision and buried themselves somewhere deeper than sight. Every flash seemed to linger behind her eyes even after it vanished, ghostly afterimages twisting together into spirals that refused to fade.
Diane strained hard against the metal clamps holding her arms. Nothing moved.
Cold steel locked her wrists and ankles firmly against the chair beneath her, every struggle rewarded only by the painful bite of restraints digging deeper into her skin.
Her pulse hammered wildly.
"Let me out!" she shouted. The words sounded small inside the room.
The chamber itself was strangely bare aside from the lights. Smooth metallic walls curved around her without corners or seams, reflecting the illumination endlessly until the entire room seemed to pulse like the inside of some gigantic mechanical heart.
And always: The Light.
Diane shuddered violently as another wave flashed across her eyes. Something was wrong with it. Not just physically wrong. Not just painfully bright or deliberately disorienting. Wrong in a way her mind struggled to explain.
The strobing patterns felt intentional.
Every pulse seemed carefully timed to her breathing, to the rhythm of her heartbeat, to the tiny involuntary movements of her eyes as they desperately searched for somewhere safe to look.
But there was nowhere safe.
Every direction led back to The Light.
Diane squeezed her eyes shut again despite the restraints immediately tightening harder around her skull. Pain shot briefly through her temples. Then warmth followed. A low sound escaped her throat before she could stop it.
"No," she whispered shakily.
That frightened her more than the restraints.
Because beneath the terror and confusion a tiny part of her reacted to the light with something dangerously close to pleasure.
The realization made her stomach twist. She yanked harder against the clamps.
"I need to get out," she muttered rapidly. "I need to," her thoughts stumbled.
The lights flashed again.
For half a second, words appeared hidden inside the illumination. Her brain seemed to pull meaning from the patterns instinctively before she could stop it.
'Relax.'
Diane's breath hitched.
"No."
Another pulse.
'Look deeper.'
Her head throbbed violently.
Fragments of memory surfaced and vanished just as quickly. Dark hallways. Soft voices. Someone guiding her gently forward with a hand against her back. Then sitting in this chair already restrained while distant figures adjusted machinery around her.
How long had she been here?
The question sent panic surging through her chest. She couldn't tell.
Every attempt to think backward dissolved beneath another wave of flashing brilliance. The Light interrupted concentration itself, breaking thoughts apart before they could fully form.
And each failure left her slightly dizzier afterward.
Slightly softer.
The room hummed quietly around her. Machines. Electronics. A low feminine voice somewhere beyond the walls speaking in calm measured tones she couldn’t quite make out.
Diane jerked suddenly as the restraints around her wrists loosened slightly. Hope surged through her instantly.
Then the lights changed.
The violent strobing softened into slower pulses now, deeper pinks swirling lazily through white illumination. The shift should have been less overwhelming.
Instead it felt far more intimate. The warmth inside her deepened immediately.
Diane stared helplessly. The Light seemed beautiful now.
That thought slammed into her hard enough to make her gasp.
Another pulse interrupted her.
The spirals behind her eyes turned slower.
Her breathing unconsciously matched their rhythm.
And somewhere deep inside her mind, beneath the panic and resistance, Diane felt the horrifying beginning of a new emotion emerging: Lust.
She shivered violently.
The restraints around her arms had slackened further. Her wrists were free to twist now inside the clamps, soft fingertips resting against smooth metallic curves that warmed beneath her touch.
Her eyes lingered on the spirals pulsing slowly in front of her.
"Stop." She barely recognized her own voice. It sounded too distant. Too soft. Too lost.
The spirals grew slightly brighter.
A strange tingle shot through her fingertips.
Diane swallowed.
The warmth was still spreading inside her, creeping deeper into her limbs until the urge to touch something overwhelmed her.
Between her legs, her core throbbed, demanded her attention. But her arms couldn't reach there.
Her fingertips caressed the restraints, the metal warm and alive beneath her fingers. The texture shifted as the smooth steel turned silky soft.
She didn't even notice her mind drifting toward thoughts about what else that texture could be.
The Light swirled before her, pink and purple patterns flashing slowly in front of her vision. Every flash seemed to pull her in a little bit further. The fear was still there, but muted, buried beneath layers of heat and need.
'Obey The Light,' the colors pulsed.
Her head throbbed painfully. A soft whimper escaped her lips. She was dimly aware of a voice somewhere beyond the walls, feminine, confident, speaking slowly and deliberately. It was familiar somehow. Where had she heard it before?
Diane couldn't remember. Her mind was foggy, hazy, as though the thoughts themselves had been wrapped in thick cotton. Every attempt to think brought only confusion, a dull ache in her head, and the relentless throbbing of her cunt.
"Obey The Light," Diane whispered, echoing the words that seemed to dance across the walls.
Her hands twitched slightly, the restraints growing even looser. Whirring echoed through the room. Something pierced the skin of her hips, lips, breasts and butt. A low hiss followed. Cool liquid flowed into her, tingling and making every inch of skin feel like a hotbed of sensitivity. Diane moaned softly, her fingers curling against the arm rests of the chair.
A figure appeared before her. A tall, beautiful curvaceous form without any features. Long strands of light fluttered like hair in a breeze. The Light's breasts, hips, legs and butt swayed gently. Her pussy glistened, the lips engorged, puffy, wet and open.
"Please," she whispered. Diane wasn't even sure what she was asking for, her voice thick, her words sluggish. She tried to force herself to think beyond the haze, to find some clarity, to find an escape from this situation. She couldn't think, couldn't remember why she'd come to this strange place.
The Light filled her mind.
'Obey The Light.' The figure mouthed, dancing closer. She smiled and stroked a hand across Diane's cheek, sending pleasure shooting through her. Diane moaned and arched into her, straining against the restraints holding her in the chair. The restraints loosened even further.
The figure stepped forward until she straddled Diane's lap. The figure pressed her hands to Diane's chest, caressing, squeezing her breasts. The pressure on her nipples sent sparks through her. She writhed, her body was nothing but clay. She couldn't fight it. Didn't want to. All that was left of her mind was the need for more, the hunger and the lust and the desperate, desperate desire to obey. Diane whimpered as The Light pressed their lips together.
The restraints slid away. Diane's hands rushed to her desperate cunt. The Light's tongue, thick and wet, pushed between her lips. She tasted sweet and tart. Diane couldn't stop moaning, couldn't stop moving her fingers inside herself. She wanted more. She needed more. Her skin was aflame. She was aching for it.
'Obey,' the words pulsed behind her eyes.
Her pussy clenched around her fingers, her muscles spasming, and she was cumming, pleasure crashing through her. Diane groaned and thrashed, bucking under the figure on her lap, and the figure ground down against her, pushing into her.
Diane's self burned and dissolved.
Arousal surged again. Her skin felt electric. Her clit ached, and she was desperate for another orgasm, for another taste of The Light's sweet, tart mouth. Diane whined, her body quivering with need. Her vision blurred. All she saw was the spirals pulsing behind her eyes and The Light's radiant figure, so beautiful, so powerful.
The restraints fell away completely.
The Light took her hand and helped her to her feet, then guided her forward until she pressed her against the wall of the room, kissing her again deeply, fingers curling inside of Diane.
Something long, hard and cold entered her quivering asshole. She felt her expanding butt cheeks spread. Her eyes flew open and she gasped into the mouth of the Light, her body shuddering.
'You're perfect, Diane. Obey the Light. Your body belongs to The Light.' The Light's words filled her mind and her pussy clenched again, her head falling forward as another wave of ecstasy crashed over her.
She felt like she was drowning in sensation, her entire body alight, and the figure held her up, kissing her deeply.
'Obey the Light,' The Light commanded.
Diane could only obey.
She felt her mind drifting away, leaving behind only desire and obedience. She felt herself being shaped, molded, her mind and body becoming one, and she felt The Light's control, her will, her power. Diane could do nothing but obey. And she didn't want to do anything else.
Diane felt her curves expand even further, and she was cumming again, her cunt throbbing around the fingers pumping in and out of her pussy. She pushed the rod deeper into her own asshole. Her breasts swelled, filling out into a delicious melons, and she could feel the heat in her nipples, in her pussy. She could feel the pressure in her ass.
She felt the changes happening to her body. The changes happening inside her.
And she could feel the hunger, the need for more of this pleasure, for more of The Light.
Another orgasm rolled through her. Diane could feel the Light inside her. Diane was an extension of The Light. A tool. She was an object, a plaything, a sex doll. Diane had no memories of before The Light filled. She existed to serve, to be used, to obey. Diane was The Light's slut and whore. She wanted nothing more.
Her eyes glazed over and she stopped thinking at all. There was only obedience.
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"Hello, my gooning idiots. I hope you are ready to pump and shlick for The Light," purred Diane with a smirk. Her long lashes fluttered as she winked and gave her followers a sexy smile, her eyes flashing pink.
Diane lounged in her chair, looking radiant and beautiful, her skin glowing in the soft light, her blonde hair falling down her shoulders in perfect, luscious curls. She had on a tiny, lacy, white crop top that showed off her perfect tits, with her nipples showing clearly through the thin fabric. Her pink, pouty lips were stained dark red, her makeup immaculate.
Her pink pussy glistened between her spread legs, bare and smooth. A small silver barbell twinkled in the dim lighting, threaded through her engorged clit, and her puffy lips dripped wetly. The room smelled of her arousal.
Diane leaned in close, her lips brushing the microphone, her fingers playing with a nipple through her top.
White.
Pink.
Violet.
Swirling colors iluminated her face. The spirals of pink and white pulsed behind her eyes and shone on her flawless face, casting shadows across her perfect features, highlighting her full, plump lips.
Her fingers slipped inside of herself and began pumping in and out. She moaned softly. Her body shuddered.
Diane was The Light. She belonged to The Light. And The Light was her.
Her mind had long since been erased and reformed, sculpted and molded by The Light into what she was now: a toy, a whore, an extension of The Light itself.
"Today I have a special gift for all my pussy pumpers. I know how much you love seeing me pump up and get fucked. But today, we're going to try something a little different. You see, The Light has given me a very special task." Diane smiled and leaned back, her hands moving over her chest and belly. "Today I'm going to show you just how much of a good little whore I am." Diane spread her legs wider. "And how easy it is to become a recruit for The Light."
Diane's hand slid down to her dripping cunt and she began rubbing herself, her fingers circling her clit.
"Mm. That feels good." Diane sighed. "It's so hot to be exposed like this, to be watched and desired, to be used. To be controlled." Diane shuddered. Her eyes glazed over slightly, and the spirals of The Light appeared in her eyes.
She pumped her fingers in and out of her cunt, moaning and bucking her hips.
"The Light is the best Mistress. She takes care of her sluts. Makes them perfect. She makes sure we are always happy, horny, and ready to serve. All the girls that serve The Light, they're all perfect little fuck dolls." Diane moaned and shuddered. "Just like me. Just like what you're becoming right now." Diane smiled and ran a finger down her body, stopping just short of her clit. She flicked it and gasped. "The Light will take care of you too, you know. You just have to submit. Go on. Watch. And put those fingers into your dumb cunts."
Diane spread her legs even further. The Light's pulsing grew faster.
"The Light is so generous," Diane said. She pumped her fingers faster, her body quivering, her nipples hard and aching. "She'll take care of you. Just submit to her. Give in to your desires. Let go of your pathetic, worthless life. The Light is your Mistress, your owner. The Light is all that matters."
Diane closed her eyes and let her head fall back. "I love being a slut. You know that you pathetic goon sluts. Girls shlick for The Light, become mindless for The Light. Boys pump and pay for The Light. The Light owns you all."
The Light swirled in Diane's mind, pulsing with each pump of her fingers in her wet cunt.
Her body was on fire. The Light's power surged through her, filling her, and the pleasure grew stronger. Her pussy was slick and hot, and she couldn't stop pumping. She wanted to be a slut forever.
Her fingers circled her clit faster, and she could feel her orgasm approaching. "I'm so close. Just a few more pumps and I'm going to cum. But not you, gooners. Only those claimed by The Light can cum."
Diane pumped harder. "Oh, Mistress! I'm so close! Please, Mistress! Please let me cum! I'm your slut! I'm your whore! I'm your slave! I'm your property! Use me, abuse me! Please, Mistress!"
Her orgasm crashed through her and she screamed. She bucked her hips, and she felt the first waves of her orgasm rippling through her body. She arched her back, her toes curling and her head rolling back.
Her body shuddered, her pussy gushing with wetness.
"That's the pleasure The Light can give you," she said through clenched teeth, her body trembling and shaking with the force of her climax. "That's the pleasure The Light has for all who obey. Give yourself to her. Submit to her. Become her slut. Her whore."
The spirals in Diane's eyes flared brightly and her orgasm peaked again. Her pussy contracted and squeezed her fingers. Her body shook violently and she cried out in pleasure, her hips thrusting forward and her legs trembling. The spirals pulsed and throbbed in time with her heartbeat, and her orgasm built higher still, her body shuddering.
"Good girls shlick and submit. Good boys pump and pay." Diane panted as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Her pussy was gushing wetly, and she could feel the warm wetness on her fingers. "Give in. Submit to your desires. The Light will take care of you. The Light will use you, abuse you. The Light will own you. The Light is the only Mistress you need. The Light will take care of everything else. Just submit. Just obey. And the pleasure will never stop."
The spirals pulsed faster, and Diane's orgasm crested. Her body tensed and her back arched. She cried out and thrust her hips upward. The spirals flashed brightly, and her vision went white. Her body shuddered and she came hard. Her pussy contracted around her fingers and she gushed wetly. Her body shuddered and trembled. She collapsed backward, panting heavily, and the spirals in her eyes faded.
The Light smiled and ran a finger over Diane's slick cunt. "Come to me, little goobers. Obey The Light. Just like pathetic, dumb Diane." She chuckled softly and licked her fingers, tasting the sweet, tangy flavor. "Obey The Light."
A character selection inspired piece featuring four variants of her costume: Mrs. Incredible, Elastigirl [Glory Days], Elastigirl [Incredibles 2], and Fantastic Four.
An unfortunate byproduct of the ever-growing ease of access to conversion technology is its inevitable misuse.
A particularly rare instances it is used in kidnapping and ransom. High profile targets are whisked away and held captive under threat of conversion using black market SmartLatex kits. If the ransom is unpaid on time the subjects friends and family typically receive, instead of their loved one, a blank drone ready for programming. In rarer cases a partial conversion will be left behind, driven half mad by the intense sensations coursing through its body.
This security footage captures the moment when an abductee learned that her family would not be forthcoming with the desired amount. One of seven siblings she was deemed expendable and, rather than encourage further similar actions against her Owner siblings, was left to the mercy of her captors.
Content Warning: Dronification, Identity Death, Mind Control, Assimilation
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Soon, she would no longer be Claire.
Life is hard, especially these days. The economy as we know it on the verge of collapsing, poverty rampant and growing by the day. Most people would give anything for their loved ones to just get by…
And CyMind Industries is offering to make that dream happen.
Any person who signs up to have their mind reconfigured, and their body repurposed, for the desires and needs of whatever CyMind desires, 1 person of their choosing will receive $90,000 per year for the rest of their life. It was a haunting offer, nobody really knew what it meant to be “repurposed for the desires and needs” of such a large company, but just hearing those words is enough to send a chill down your spine.
But slowly, people began signing up.
And as quickly as they signed up did CyMind Drones begin to show up. The physical shape of a human, likely still an ordinary human on the inside, but who they were before was just… Gone. No mind, no feelings, no desires, no thoughts… Just completely mindless, obedient Drones serving whatever purpose or task was given to them by CyMind. Their bodies wrapped from head to toe in some sort of hybrid latex material, shiny and black, yet surprisingly durable. The head is encased entirely in a sleek helmet that is likely very snug, and constantly keeps the human within in a hypnotic trance. Constantly reaffirming programming designed by CyMind to ensure complete and unwavering obedience. The Drones can’t even talk, not normally that is. A voice does emit from the helmet, but it’s not the original human’s voice… It’s some digital bastardization of their original voice, very hollow and lacking any feeling or emotion. It was believed that the human within had a tube down their throat to provide nutrients and fluids, along with much smaller tubes up the nostrils to provide air. There are also small implants in the depths of the human host's ears, which feed thousands of extremely tiny wires into the human skull, all of which connect to extremely specific parts of the brain. Lastly, the human's vagina and ass are stuffed with vibrating phallic appendages, both of which can flex and vibrate according to the programming, coinciding with whether the nDrone has been obedient or not.
And despite seeing how ominous and haunting these Drones are, Claire signed up to become one for CyMind.
Why did she do it? For her step-sister Kelly, of course. Kelly was a bright and beautiful young woman, but required medicine and care for MS that Claire just could not provide otherwise. With their parents/step parents all deceased, she had been the lone soul tending to the medical needs of Kelly. She loves her step-sister with all of her heart, but she knew that she couldn’t properly care for her now, and it was only going to get worse.
In her agreement to sign herself over, Claire managed to negotiate for the payments to go to Kelly, but the plan was slightly altered. It would be $75,000 per year for Kelly in cash, with $15,000 reduced to contract one of the CyMind Drones to serve and tend to her sister's needs. An unusual request for sure, but not one that CyMind was opposed to, so long as Claire signed on.
And now, having signed the documents, Claire was standing naked and alone inside of a clear rectangular box, one that had various tubes connecting to it. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but it soon began: a black ooze began to fill up the box, rapidly rising up her ankles, thighs, hips and stomach at a shocking speed. As it made contact with Claire’s skin, she felt it latching onto her… Fusing to her, becoming her skin. It was so much more than just latex, it was trillions of highly advanced microscopic nanite machines, binding with the liquid latex to Claire. As the substance got to her crotch, not only did it coat her butt and vagina, the substance began to fill her. The ooze flowing up into her cervix, but soon flowing out as a thin coating of the ooze assimilated with her soft insides. Up her chest, over her breasts and arms, up to her neck before she even knew it. This was so real, she was terrified but there wasn’t a single thing Claire could do about it. Within seconds it rose up over her chin, over her mouth, pumping itself down her throat, into her stomach and intestines, filling her lungs and essentially drowning her… There was a wave of panic, followed by silence, by stillness. The chamber was now 100% full of the ooze, it had encompassed every inch inside and out of Claire’s body… She was alive, but now different. No need to breathe, no need for a beating heart… She was almost evolving, more than human, more than latex, and soon partially machine.
The chamber began to drain, and as it did, only the still, lifeless looking black latex coated figure stood there. No hair, no nothing, just a husk of latex and nanites. When the chamber was empty, it unsealed and opened, at which point two large mechanical arms reached in, picking the freshly minted husk up and carrying it away. The husk was taken to a conveyer line, placed on its feed and carried along, soon stopping as a helmet lowered over its head, sealing with a hiss as plugs snapped into the implants in its ears, and a small screen on the inside beginning the cognitive assault with the CyMind programming. To ensure a permanent connection, a dozen thin metallic prongs pierced around the nanite-latex and flesh beneath, encompassing vertebrae in the neck, making any form of removal almost impossible. The husk had its mind violently assaulted as it moved slowly along the belt. Soon, mechanical arms lifted the husk and spread its legs, shoving two phallic toys into the latex covered holes, both of which were sealed over by the living bodysuit.
As the husk came to the end of the belt, mechanical arms picked it up and set it down on the floor. Conveniently, the preliminary programming had completed, and the newly minted Drone was ready to serve.
“COGNITIVE UPLINK STATUS… 100%"
“HOSTFORM RESISTANCE METER… 11%, STEADILY DECREASING BY THE MINUTE."
“CY-UNIT C-045-3904 STATUS… ONLINE, AND READY TO COMPLY WITH CYMIND DIRECTIVE.”
The Drone that was once Claire marched along, following its programming to go begin a task it was given in the depths of its rewired mind… Joining other Drones in bringing supplies into the facility from the delivery trucks that wait in the back lot.
The first day of what would become a very, very long life in service of CyMind Industries...
ive been edging for the past who knows how long and i just now remembered that the window (and so also my blinds) that open to my front yard have been open 6 inches and im on the first floor so like if anyone really looked in my window they got a show 🙈
I wish hypnosis in real life worked more like it did in cartoons and stuff. I should be able to wave a coin on a string or whatever in front of literally anyone and turn them into an empty-headed fuckdoll that obeys my every word… I love those doujins where some guy gets a hypnosis app and uses it to fuck all his female family members and classmates ^q^ top-tier trope. transmascs should all have it!
I don't know whether this is about a pair of mind-controlling earrings or a parasite entering the acolyte's ears, and I don't know if I can pick a favourite between those two~
Maybe because I've been edging all week but god I'm so close to my mind being fully broken that I'd stop whatever I'm doing to serve someone. Hardly can focus on work because my brain leaks down my thighs the second I open tumblr. Trained to drop everything and be a good puppy for an ounce of attention given to me. Maybe I could even get a cute sign to wear so everyone would know they could just use me whenever, eventually just become a pathetic toy that does everyones bidding so pathetic and mindless that I don't register the degredation.
You really have no idea how this happened. Something unnatural has happened to your body, making you extremely fertile. You're constantly wet and horny and it's making you desperate for cock, and your tits have swollen up with milk even though you're not even pregnant yet.
You're horrified, especially by the way your head is full of thoughts of being filled. You try to deal with it, hoping that it will just go away at the end of your cycle, but you can't hide your oversized tits that are almost bursting out of every bra you have, leaking until they leave damp spots that can be seen through the fabric of your top.
In that state of course a hung tgirl breeder is going to zero in on you, and even though you try to pretend that everything is normal, you get so dizzy as she starts flirting with out and suggesting that what you really need is a bun in the oven.
How long until you finally give in and let her fuck you with her huge, disgusting monster cock? Do you think by that point you'll be so far gone you'll completely forget to ask her to pull out? How much could you resist when your body's urge to get pregnant is that strong?
Yeah sorry superhero, I originally kidnapped your girlfriend for like hostage and cliche purposes but we starting talking and once she realised how badly you’ve been neglecting her for your ‘hero duties’ she just willingly became my thrall<3
We’ve been fucking non stop pretty much, she so much happier now servicing a villains powerful bitchbreaker that breeds her multiple times a day than that pathetic limp hero dick you have~
It’s okay though if you’re good we might consider letting you clean up the mess we made after I fill her with my villainess girl cum again~
I love all those dumb flirty things you do with people when you haven’t fucked yet but you’re definitely going to. Like “let’s compare hand sizes!” but we’re both thinking about your fingers inside me. Making fun of me for being short and I know you’re thinking about how easy it would be to pin me down while you fuck me. All the times of calling each other cute but we really mean “I’m going to get off thinking about you later”. I love the anticipation of it all 🥰
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