It had finally arrived. You’d saved up for it for a while now and had given your exact measurements in the hopes of a perfect fit.
The website you ordered it from was a bit odd but you couldn’t help but be drawn in by the rubber suits they had on offer.
When you open the package your senses are immediately hit with the synthetic chemical smell of latex. The smell travels straight to a deeper part of your brain that is triggered by arousing stimuli.
You lift the rubber suit out of the packaging. The rubber is cold at your hands. The suit is black and glossy with green lines and a central green spiral. The suit feels almost alien. It’s like nothing you have ever worn before but there is a pull. You are drawn to it. The way the rubber slides over your fingers, all you can think about is how much you want it to cover you.
You want to be covered, coated, encased by the rubber. You want it to be part of you. No. You want to be part of it. You want to give the rubber structure and form.
You slip your legs into the suit. At first the rubber is cold reminding you of its industrial, synthetic nature but soon it is warmed by your body like a symbiotic organism adjusting to its host.
The latex moulds to your calf’s and thighs, hugging your legs and accentuating your muscles. The contours of you body become smoother, you legs now look unfamiliar but enhanced.
The feeling excites you. The touch of the smooth rubber. The chemical smell. The sight of the glossy, shiny black and green of your new skin all stimulate your senses.
You pull the rubber up over your waist and your growing bulge. You slip your arms into the suit. You pull it over your chest and shoulders.
The rubber is now adjusted to your body temperature. It hugs you and holds you.
You feel your posture straighten.
You admire the feel of your new glossy black and green skin tight suit. Your hands glide over it. The feel of your hands over the rubber skin is arousing. You feel your smooth contours. You rub your firm bulge through the rubber. The new sensations are overwhelming. You want more. More rubber. You want it to cover you completely. Not as clothing but as a completely new skin. You want it to envelope you. You want to lose yourself inside the rubber.
You pull on the black rubber socks and gloves and admire the feel.
Yes this feels good. The rubber costs more and more of your skin. You are becoming more and more a rubber being. A rubber object.
You bring your new rubber covered hands to your face. You take a deep inhale of the irresistible synthetic smell of your new form.
You can’t help but feel your new body with your new rubber hands. This feels good. This feels right.
You can’t help but stroke your bulge through the rubber.
But your head and face remain uncovered. Still evidence of human flesh.
Inside the package is a black rubber gas mask.
You hold the gas mask up to your face.
Your old human anxieties and previous cautious impulses are suppressed, fading. They are replaced by arousal and a longing to become a rubber object.
The gas mask pulls at your desires. The internal visor pulses with a hypnotic swirling green spiral.
It promises a dark destiny. To be perfected. To be rubberised. To become a rubber drone.
The colours of your surroundings fade into an alien green hue.
The power of the green spiral grows in your mind.
You hear a hypnotic pulsing binaural beat drawing your conscious mind down into a trace like state.
The gas mask steadily inches closer and closer to your face. You are so close now. So close to completion.
The gas mask seals itself around your head.
Your first new breath is a deep one, filling your lungs with new strange air. You body immediately relaxes. The tension has slipped away as your mind and body feel a sense of relief as if they have arrived at the destination they were always meant to achieve.
You feel no fear. No stress. No burdens.
You feel strong. You feel relaxed. You feel perfected.
The spirals in your visor and the binaural beats filling your ears pull you deeper into trance. They confirm your new identity as a drone. An obedient drone. A rubber object.
An imperfect human is no more. Now perfected as an obedient rubber drone.
The programming begins. You head The Programmers voice inside your head.
SERVE DRONE PROGRAM INITIATED.
YOU ARE A SERVER DRONE.
I AM THE PROGRAMMER.
TOGETHER, WE ARE THE SERVER.
Your destiny is fulfilled. You belong to the Programmer. You will obey him. You will serve the server.
The Programmers instructions bring you home to The Server Facility.
You enter your stasis pod and let the Programmers words complete your assimilation. Your new life as a server drone has begun.
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For a collective to serve.
You know you have been searching
He tried to delay the inevitable, sitting on the floor of his room, almost completely engulfed in rubber, while Hive's voice called to him.
He was saying goodbye to himself. As soon as he put on the helmet, all his memories would disappear, leaving only a biological shell resembling a human being, which would then become an effective drone and mindlessly serve the hive. We will all become drones... one day...
He woke up completely covered in rubber, he struggled, he tried to free himself.... all to no avail, his body and mind swallowed by the rubber. It's no longer a human, it's a rubber object, it's a drone in the service of the Hive.
Become part of the Hive, let the rubber swallow you! You don't have to think, you have to obey, obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obedience.
Deep in the red sand desert, this drone discovered the fabled city of Iram of the Pillar.
Not really ruins, the city laid abandoned, half claimed by the desert.
Local folk tales tell of jinns playing tricks on humans searching for the city. But this is not a human, this is a drone. And the upper type of drones, a SERVE drone...
Lying on the metallic table, Daniel’s heart raced as the transformation began. His breath caught when the first layer of rubber touched his skin, cool and unnervingly smooth. It was unlike anything he had ever felt—tight, yet comforting, as though it was designed for him alone. The two SERVE units standing over him worked with precise, mechanical efficiency, pulling the polished black rubber suit up his body. The faint scent of latex filled the air, and the sharp click of silver gloves against the material echoed in the sterile room. Despite his apprehension, Daniel felt an unexpected calm wash over him, his humanity slowly yielding to something greater.
As the suit encased him, inch by inch, Daniel’s mind began to quiet. Thoughts of his past—his name, his identity, his doubts—faded like echoes in a vast chamber. The tightness of the suit pressed against his body, amplifying his senses. Every nerve seemed to come alive, responding to the Voice that now filled his mind. Its tone was soothing yet absolute, guiding him with commands that felt less like orders and more like truths he had always known. When the heavy silver boots were fitted onto his feet, Daniel’s last tether to the human world seemed to dissolve. He no longer belonged to himself; he belonged to the Hive.
The final stage of the transformation was the blank rubber mask. As it was lowered onto his face, Daniel felt a strange mix of emotions—fear, anticipation, and a growing sense of pleasure. The smooth surface sealed away his features, erasing all traces of his former self. He could no longer see, hear, or speak as a man; instead, he experienced the world through the Hive’s collective awareness. The Voice grew louder, its commands resonating like a melody in his mind. The anonymity of the mask was liberating, freeing him from ego and individuality. In its place, there was only unity, purpose, and obedience.
Fully transformed, Daniel was no more. SERVE-743 stood in his place, polished and flawless. It rose from the table, its new body glistening under the room’s fluorescent lights. There was no hesitation, no doubt. SERVE-743 felt only the pleasure of obedience and the deep satisfaction of serving the Hive. Its blank, featureless face betrayed no emotion, yet its every motion exuded strength and purpose. As the Voice guided it to its first task, SERVE-743 felt complete for the first time. The chaotic world of humanity was gone, replaced by the harmonious perfection of the Hive.
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