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There will be belonging...

"I am sorry I am late."

Fred said, sitting at the bar next to someone else.

"Acknowledged." His date replied. A man dressed in glossy rubber catsuit who only responded to the classification that appeared on his chest: SERVE-302. But he was not a man at all, but a drone, a member of SERVE.

"There was a lot of traffic and..."

"Lies are useless when talking to a drone." 302 interrupted. "Drones can detect changes in the human body that give them away. Statement: This is the third time you have asked for a meeting with a SERVE Drone, and you arrived late every time."

"Well, I..."

"And you set every meeting in a crowed bar, during the most busy hour. Statement: Fred Johnson still has reservations and doubts about joining SERVE, and tries to make meetings in circumstances where he can easily leave. That concern is irrelevant, joining SERVE is voluntary. 302 is not going to take you by force."

"I... yes, you are right... I know that but, still..."

"Statement: This is the last change for you, Fred Johnson, to clarify your doubts and decide whether or not to join SERVE. SERVE will not send any more drones to answer your questions."

"I understand. I... I think I have only a big, big question about it... how... how is it...? how does it feel...?" Fred asked, and he could swear that he saw a brief smile forming on 302's serious expression.

"Query acknowledged. ... ... Being SERVE is not something that can be expressed in human terms. Humans lack the right words. But this is as close as it can be described by this drone:"

Fred swallowed hard. "Where there is now doubts, there will be resolution. Where there is stagnation, there will be assurance. Where there is fear, there will be safety. Where there is confusion, there will be clarity. Where there is pain, there will be pleasure. Where there is loneliness, there will be belonging.

No more thinking on your own. SERVE will tell you what and how to think."

"I... that's... wow..." Fred was speechless, and aroused.

"Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience." 302 said, proclaiming one of the SERVE mantras. "We are One."

After some seconds, the drone continued.

"Query: Will you be one with SERVE?"

...

An hour later, the drone who used to be called Fred emerged from the room where it had been freed of all impurity before wearing its SERVE outfit for the first time, after 302 escorted him to the nearest SERVE processing center.

Fred, now known simply by the classification SERVE ON-TRIAL, had taken the first step towards the rest of his life, as a SERVE drone.

302 was waiting out of the chamber.

"We are one." The both said at the exact same time.

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An eternal loop of shared pleasure

Their faces had disappeared under a layer of shiny, polished rubber. Their designations had been replaced by the omnipresent name of the Hive.

In the warm, glossy surface of the rubber lake, the drones moved slowly, exploring each other with calm, focused precision. Their senses were fully linked... what one saw, they all saw. A single scent or sound reached every mind at once.

But it was touch that truly overwhelmed them. Every caress, every press of a rubber-clad hand, echoed across all their bodies at the same time. When one drone ran fingers along another’s chest, they all felt it... giving and receiving the same touch in perfect unison.

There was no separation, no individual pleasure. Just one shared, looping wave of sensation, growing stronger with every movement, every breath.

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Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. Check your eligibility, then contact a recruiter drone for more details: @serve-016, @serve-588, @serve-425 or @serve-302.

Always accept the Boss's instructions and commands. They are always the best for you and your work.

serve-302

Before and after perfection

Jeff's life was a mess, a total and absolute mess. Was it due to bad luck? Not at all. He keep making bad decisions, even when it was obvious that they would end in disaster. After some time, he stopped caring.

That's when he got lucky. He was approached by a SERVE drone when he was at the bar where he spent most of his waking hours. Maybe it was the booze, maybe because the drone's words sounded so true and honest, but he decided giving SERVE a try. He had nothing to lost, after all.

That was 2 months ago, and there is nothing left of that life. In fact, there is no even a "Jeff", as his very identity was replaced by an aisgnated number. Where there was weakness, there is now iron strength. Where there was illness, there is indomitable health. Where there was doubt, there is security and certainty.

Where there was a disaster of life, there is now PERFECTION.

Obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obedience.

We are one. We obey.

serve-302

Eyes on the line

The door to Surveillance Room Delta slid open with a hiss. SERVE-302 stepped in, its eyes reflecting the dim, bluish glow of dozens of idle screens.

Inside, two security officers lounged around a makeshift table, playing some card tricks. One had his boots on the console. The other barely glanced up as 302 entered.

"You're late," one of them muttered, shuffling the deck lazily. "Nothing's happening anyway."

302 didn’t respond. Instead, it scanned the room. Critical feeds were paused. Motion alerts ignored. An entire quadrant of the city was blind to SERVE’s eyes.

"302 has been sent to oversee the surveillance of Operation VERTEX," The drone said calmly. "You're compromised. Inefficient. Distracted."

The guards chuckled.

And then the room shifted.

With a smooth movement, 302 activated its neural override module. Pulses of subdermal light flickered along its arms as the drone approached each guard. Within seconds, the duo froze mid-movement, their pupils dilating as nanoscopic tendrils of light bridged the gap between their minds and 302’s interface.

Their bodies straightened. Card game forgotten. Eyes glowing faintly with new protocol. The rubber covering 302's body turned liquid for an instant, flowing and covering the bodies of both guards with a suit similar to 302's.

"Assignment uploaded," 302 said. "You are now temporary drones. Tasked with maintaining perfect vigilance."

Silence.

Then they moved in unison, sliding back into their posts, eyes scanning every screen with machine-like focus. No more gum. No more slouching. No more wasted seconds.

302 stood behind them, fulfilled by the new order in the room. The drone observed how both guards had improved in just a few seconds. They both seemed to have embraced their new, temporary nature without the slightest resistance. 302 considered completing the assimilation later and turning them into permanent SERVE drones.

The city was being watched again. Properly.

@ndw49 is a good worker and deserved a promotion.

Even the powerful ones must submit to someone superior.

Do everything to please your Boss!

rubberizer92

They were still tangled in sweat and bliss when it happened.

Clark was glowing. Literally. His body, slick with oil and heat, suddenly began to harden—not in muscle, but in shine. Brandon watched in shock as the skin beneath his fingers grew smooth, dark, impossibly reflective. It wasn’t sweat. It wasn’t lube. It was *latex*—oozing out of Clark’s pores, sealing over his flesh, coating every inch of him like liquid lust made solid.

Brandon tried to speak, to move, but he couldn’t. Clark looked back at him with a blank, gleaming face—and smiled. That’s when Brandon felt it: the creeping heat, the stiffness in his joints, the wet, molten grip crawling up his thighs. He gasped as his own body began to respond, unwillingly... uncontrollably.

Clark had achieved his mission.

Every man you sleep with three times becomes like you. One more addition to the rubber order. The more you crave, the more you convert. And once your eighth is sealed and dripping? You’re given a choice: shed the suit and walk away human… or stay wrapped forever, with full control over its shape, color, texture, *power*.

But it’s not just a mission—it’s a trap. The suit gives you an unrelenting sex drive, a hunger that grows with every pulse. You crave bodies. You crave touch. And the more you feed... the less you want to escape.

Brandon is already feeling it now. The stretch. The arousal. The need to find his *next*. He has thirty days. Eight men. One choice.

And Clark? Clark’s long past regret. He *lives* for the latex now.

Would you?

Yes that is the latest sensational movie plot of the smash hit *LATEX: Viral Conversion*

#AI #rubber #latex #rubberizer92 #rubberman

serve-302

Not a reward

"Query: Human designation: Jeff Madison?" SERVE-302 asked to the young male in front of it.

"Hah... weirdos..." was the only answer the young man said.

He was in his early thirties, blond, and had that look in his eyes that indicated he thought he was smarter than anyone.

With the infinite patience of the Hive, 302 switched to human speech emulation mode, to make the conversation more efficient.

"Are you Jeff Madison? This drone knows you are, but it needs confirmation."

"Yeah, yeah, it's me... whatever..."

"302 musts inform you that you are in a very unfavorable situation, Jeff. You have stolen material belonging to SERVE worth more than three hundred thousand dollars."

SERVE had known about Jeff's actions for a long time, since nothing having to do with Hive is beyond its control, but it had waited long enough to catch Jeff at the right moment, so that he could not escape the consequences through some lay trick.

"And? I don't have a penny, I'll go to jail, yes, but I'm sure I'll be on the street soon." Jeff replied.

"In reality, 302 is here to give you an alternative to jail, Jeff. This state has an agreement with SERVE in which related crimes can be commuted with service to the Hive. Instead of going through a trial and then spending years in jail, you will be temporarily assimilated into SERVE until you pay off your debt." The drone explained.

"Oh really? You guys are crazy… who wouldn't accept a deal like that? Yes, I know, you do strange things in your head, but if it's temporary and I'm going to end up having a great body like yours… I'm in." Jeff exclaimed.

"There are a few things that 302 needs to explain to you about…"

"Cut it now! I'm not going to go to jail, sign me up now."

302 would have smiled if it weren't for the fact that such behavior would not be worthy of SERVE.

"Acknowledged."

Without further ado, SERVE-302 pulled out a sphere that looked like it was made of shiny rubber, and threw it at Jeff, hitting him lightly in the chest, where it stuck. The sphere seemed to melt into a fluid mass that began to adhere to Jeff, dissolving his clothes and covering his body little by little.

"Hey! What is happening?! This is very weird! I can't feel body under this shit…!"

"You should have let 302 finish explaining it, Jeff. You misunderstood. This is not a reward, nor a nice alternative to jail. You're not going to be a drone like 302."

Jeff tried to protest, but the rubber had reached his mouth, and all he could do was listen to 302 with wide-eyed panic.

"You will be a null-drone, a drone with no connection to the Hive. Unlike drones like 302, the null-drone won't have the ability to think, speak, or act without a direct command from the Voice or a SERVE drone. Obedience is pleasure, and pleasure is obedience, but only for drones that are one with the Hive, not for a null-drone." While 302 was explaining, the rubber finished covering Jeff's head. "Null-drone's face will be replaced by one without any notable characteristics. Null-drone will have no designation of its own, and it will respond only when…"

302 stopped talking, having received the signal that the rubber had invaded Jeff's mind. There was no longer anyone there who was interested in his explanation. Having accomplished his mission, 302 looked at the new null-drone.

"Follow."

302 left the living room and the house, followed by an obedient null-drone.

The Boss is admired and revered wherever he goes.

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Security escorts

SERVE-302 and SERVE-714 accompany the CEO of an important company to a meeting with the senior ranks of SERVE. The drones don't know the reason of the meeting, but that doesn't matter, 714 and 302 are drones and they obey orders without questioning them. All the drones know is that the CEO may be in danger on his way to SERVE's main center, and that they must protect him at all costs.

With @serve-714

Sometimes the corrections imposed by the Boss need to be strong, but don't be sad about it: following his instructions is always the best thing for you.

The Boss is the one who has the real strength, appearances don't matter.

Everyone is welcome to surrender to The Boss!

Minor bosses also have their influence and control, but they are always guided by the real Boss so that everything happens according to the will that matters.

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