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I told you big bro, you’re going back to diapers whether you like it or not. All my friends agree that you must be pretty irresponsible if you have to move in with your little brother to save some money. Now do you want to start calling me Daddy, Uncle, or Master? Actually, maybe you should start referring to me as your big brother now, don’t you think that’s more appropriate?
The boys are enjoying a sleepover. As they are both bedwetters, they both wear nappies. No worries about teasing tonight.
He thought inviting his friend over to spend the night might get him out of diaper punishment. Instead he was spanked for trying to avoid his punishment and his friend was diapered too. This will be a very awkward weekend…
If you keep complaining about wearing those training pants maybe Daddy should take you back up to the nursery and change you into a diaper before I drop you off at the college for you first day of classes. No? That’s what I thought. Now remember just because I let you wear those doesn’t mean you’re allowed to use the potty by yourself. The neighbor’s son Mike is a teacher’s aide for your second class and he’ll take you potty if you need to go. He also said he’d be willing to babysit you when I need a night out. Make sure you thank him for taking such good care of you.
Morning tumblrs!
Wearing my new diapers to college today. :D Thanks to my awesome boyfriend for getting me high quality diapers :3 I love how thick these are, makes it impossible for me not to forgot what I’m wearing under my pants. :s
I want to be shipped to Neverland with my plushies so I decided to take the huuuge box I had found.
But before I was told to have a change, cause my nappy was already really wet.
Very cute I used to build lots of box house’s
Cute…
Anybody else staying diapered up this weekend?:3
Tony avoids making eye contact after his frat brothers undressed him and put him back into a diaper and pacifier. Hell week was over two days ago, why is he the only new frat member that’s still being babied?
I wanna be doing this right now!
Freaking cute
WOOF 🐺🦊
Definitely want to be completely turned into one please
Who is this guy? This is too cute.
Lance had just gotten done working out, something he was supposed to do everyday, a new urge, but one he found extremely satisfying, watching the change in attitude and body that came after weeks and weeks of working out hard. Why he started, was something he pondered often, never an exact reason or word discovered though.
Time was short so he showered at the gym, and was patiently waiting for his friend to pick him up. He opened a book, and waited, and waited, but an hour went by, and the sun went down without his friend ever showing up. He tried his cell, no answer just the echoing chamber of endless ringing.
Lance was worried, and the streets were quiet. He sat under a lamppost, and continued to read, just wait a little while longer he said to himself. He sat, lit up a smoke, and went back to his pages while the streets around him were silent.
The emptiness engulfed him, and let his mind focus on The Itch that compelled him to read and wait. No question why, no reason to stay, but he didn’t wonder, and he continued to stay, satisfying that small Itch in the back of his mind. Until there was a sudden noise that made him look up.
A few buildings down was a man dressed all in black. Lance couldn’t tell what he was wearing, it was too dark, and now the street lights were going out making it even darker. It was almost impossible to tell, but it looked like he was coming toward him. Lance stood up, taking a few steps back off the steps, and was definitely able to see the other man come closer, and now he could make out what the stranger was wearing.
It was beyond belief, but there he was, a stranger dressed head to toe in slick, shiny rubber. Lance couldn’t believe his eyes, or summon the effort to take his eyes off him as the stranger stepped closer still several yards away. The moonlight shined down on the suited stranger, each step the rubber stranger took, a sparkling lens flare came off his body, it was beautiful to behold.
Lance agreed, and inside his head, The Itch became a little more satisfied. The man stepped closer, 3 steps, 2 steps, 1 steps, and everything seemed ok, it was so nice to look at. If the stranger was close enough, he could reach out his hand, and touch him. Each crunch of the rubber soled foot sent a shivering itch into Lance, and he stood there frozen, waiting, anticipating. Just watching the shimmer, moonlit rubber glow, feeling good about seeing this, and just waiting. Waiting to touch it, wanting to touch it.
Lance’s eyes were opening and closing as the light constantly hit him, and the marvel that was this rubber suited stranger continued to ensnare him. He found it peaceful to watch, if left along, he could stand silent for eternity just watching this man in the moonlight coming closer and closer to him. You’re so beautiful, he sighed, and he relaxed a little more.
Once the rubber suited man was at arms length, he stopped, and took Lance’s hand. Pulling him closer so he could touch and explore, and he did. Stroking and caressing the rubber body from top to bottom, rubbing his hand over the smooth head, and kneeling down to touch his smooth feet.
The suit was solid, almost one piece, but there was one hole in the back of the drone’s neck. Pulling out a silver needle that was inserted into his body, and as Lance worshiped the rubber before him, the drone silently pulled one out of his neck.
Lance was so busy touching, feeling the enticing rubber, he never noticed the drone move, or lay a hand on the back of his head, a tuft of hair between each of his rubber fingers. Never noticing that the drone was holding his head down he was so busy worshiping. The drones hand went up into the air, and he brought it down just as quick, injecting Lance with the needle that would begin his processing.
Lance felt The Itch of the insertion immediately, falling face foreword onto the drone’s rubber foot. His face completely pressed against the rubber. His body twitched as The Itch engulfed him, sending swarms of programming into his body.
The needle inserted into Lance was busy changing his system, turning him more into a machine than a man. On a deep level, he seemed to understand this, and it only compelled him to let it happen, to embrace it. As the changes were happening, Lance recovered from the overpowering Itch, but only so he could lick the rubber feet that were beneath him. There was no urge to stand, leave, or kneel, he just lay face down, licking the rubber before him.
The Itch that was now in him was moving faster, taking his body over from head to toe, flowing into his entire person, the entire Unit. Processing and obeying, and Lance accepted every once of it, he also accepted the rubber foot being gently pressed into his mouth, and finally, for the first time, his dick got hard.
Lance was being engulfed and converted, by the computerized impulses from the needles, and his own obsession with the rubber. Lance was almost completely blank now, almost consumed by the Itch. Every memory, every name was being taken away, and he was becoming something new.
The drone took his foot out of Lance’s mouth, and surveyed the extent of Lance’s processing. How far along to complete assimilation was he? The drone lifted Lance’s head up, and looked.
Lance’s body was shuddering, almost like shivering in the cold, but he felt so good and warm, the consuming was like a fire that erupted his body, and made him want to kiss and touch anything that moved, to spread this feeling as far as he could. The Itch in him was in complete control, and it wanted to spread. The drone looked into Lance’s eyes. The color and emotion almost completely gone, faded. The eyes of a drone.
The drone lifted Lance up, and led him home. Walking together side by side, the drone whispered to him as they walked.
YESSLEEP
I MUST SLEEP…I WANT TO SLEEP…I WILL SLEEP
YESSLEEP
YESSLEEP MAKES ME OBEY
YESSLEEP
All the way home, each step, the mantra was repeated, and there were other words.
THE ITCH YOU FEEL MAKES YOU OBEY
THE ITCH IS LIKE BEING BRAINWASHED
THE ITCH ENTERS YOUR HEAD AND TAKES OVER
The closer to home they got, the more Lance touched the rubber, consumed by the need to touch and feel the rubber besides him. His hand resting on the back of the drone’s head, going up and down its back, and wishing so hard he could bend down and touch the rubberized legs and feet again.
Lance was home. The drone took him to the bedroom where there was a rubber suit waiting for him. His eyes finally turning completely white, he simply stood and waited for orders.
The drone led him over to the bed, and showed him the rubber suit that was made for him. The drone helped the newly assimilated Unit Lance undress completely even stopping to lick his feet since he did so well by not resisting The Itch.
Lance was nicely hard, but the rubber suit was able to contain it. The Itch consuming him completely as it was zipped up. The drone kissed him once on the lips before pulling the black mask over his head.
The drone helped the now rubberized Unit Lance into the bed, and placed a pair of headphones over his ears. Helping Lance as he began the next step of his processing.
Lance’s life had completely changed. He nolonger worked, went to school, or worked out. His body was kept perfect by the circuitry in the rubber suit he always wore, the only part he was ever allowed to remove was the covering over his face, and that was only to serve if called on.
It’s always nice to look at a drone’s face. The lack of expression, and sometimes the mouth is slightly open as if the drone isn’t sure to say Yes Master or simply, I obey. but it’s not like they are thinking or debating these thoughts, it’s just a simple side effect of becoming a mindless drone.
Master YesSleep and the suit take care of all your needs. The drones spent the day awaiting further processing until they would be ready to reenter the community, recruiting and enslaving as they resumed their lives, but underneath they were driven by an urge to spread the parasitic Itch in their heads, as well as always wearing their drone uniform under their clothing.
Lance would be no different. Today was to be his final processing.
Lined along the wall with the other similar rubberized slaves, Lance waited until the Doctors came for him, pulling him from the line, and making him walk. Down the long hallways to the last room the drones go to for their final processing, the last stage of the brainwashing. Any last bit of control, of freewill would be taken away, after a trip to this room, none would question or resist the organization again.
It was possible, in the early stages of the brainwashing, for a simple drone like Lance to resist. The units, packed in their cubicles, sometimes woke up from their artificial stupor. The sounds and pleas were always the same. What am I doing here, What is going on? Who are these other people, and why are they so silent?
That was the mistake, focusing on the other men, and not taking the chance to run. The cubicle would sense the distress of the resisting drone, and take measures to rectify it.
Immediately sealing shut, locking the drone within, and from beneath his feet, it devoured. A black pool of liquid rubber bubbling at the drone’s feet, suddenly flowing over his feet, and covering them in rubber. Slowly working its way up his feet and ankles, calming, smooth. The drone would stop pounding on the locked cubicle as the rubber swam up his legs, falling back into a resting position, the drone waited as the emergency processing takes over. The rubber covers his groin and chest, and the drone sighs in ecstacy, once more blissfully enslaved. No longer resisting, there is no need, the rubber feels so good. Simply feeling it wash over him, bringing him back into the fold, making him a drone once more.
That’s how the doctors found him the next morning, covered in rubber, and the doctors know it is now or never. To prevent any further resistance, this drone must be processed immediately.
Back in the room, where the doctors led him, Lance is brought to a table, and propped up. The doctors assist in removing the rubber suit, and instruct Lance to bend over. He does without comment, his head simply bowed, simply sleeping.
One of the doctors brings the device over, a hunk of metal tubes to be installed in his back. Lance doesn’t even feel the cold metal as it is attached to his back. Only noticing as it inserts itself deeper, only ready to be visible and used for further processing. The tubes become a part of him, entering his body, 1…..2……3, each click, insertion wiping away anything that is left of Lance.
Finishing the job that the parasite, The Itch started. The device injecting the machinery and chemicals needed to fully convert this young man into another mindless drone. Lance never speaks, and barely moves as the final processing takes place. Only the sporadic jerk as the wiring begins to have an effect, as the rubber did, spreading itself to each part of his body.
The rubber begins to encase the drone’s body again, but only in parts. Forming bands around the arms and legs, strips across the chest, only covering to signify how far the processing has gone, a measurement to tell how far the assimilation is from completion.
The doctors have done all they can at this stage, it’s not time for the next part. They lead the drone to another room. Completely compliant, the only disturbance in the robotic pace is when the insertions and injections take over. The drone is subjected to mini-orgasms as he keeps pace with his superiors.
The next room is dark, and cold, populated by a metallic chair. The drone is tied to it, his mouth, eyes, and ears are covered. All intended to stimulate the processing, The Itch. The visor over the eyes feeds a continuous, repetitive spiral. The headphones over his ear does what we all love, to be constantly told to obey. You are no longer able to question or resist, you are a simple drone. Listen to my voice, always listen, always obey.
The drone will be left here for hours, maybe even days so the audio and visual can fully take over the drone’s mind. If there is any part of him that can, or will resist, this is the time that it is dealt with. It never takes long, but it’s always good to be safe than sorry. A drone who resist is a very sad creature indeed. In this case, it takes less than an hour for the litany to start.
I obey completely
There is only obedience and cum
Cum for Master
Master, I wish to obey.
Then the mouth piece shuts him up.
The mouth piece extends into a dildo, and while his mouth is pummeled by the synthetic cock, his mind is continuously bombarded with sumbliminals to further his need to obey.
This continues until the brainwashing is absolutely complete, and the drone is ordered to stand.
As it does, the rubber completely covers his body from head to toe, but turns translucent once his body is sealed.
The drone is given a set of cloths, a new address, and orders on the type of male to recruit and assimilate. Without any word, the drone leaves the complex, and begins his new life as a mindless agent intent on subjugating others into the mindless drone collective.
Diaper and leather!! Perfect! I like the red trim on your bulldog harness. Mine is the Mr S Bulldog Harness 2.0 (I think).
