#drone tf

[hypnozys-too]

[misctf]

Acts of Service

Here is my first story to celebrate Valentine's Day. This series of stories will be based on the 5 love languages. Hope you enjoy!

"Acts of service."

"What was that babe?"

Jack looked over at his boyfriend, "Here, take a look." He handed his phone to Peter, "Took an online quiz to figure out my love language."

"Acts of service?" Peter took his boyfriend's phone and looked closely, "Makes sense." He smiled, "You're always helping out wherever you can." He snuggled close to Jack, "I'm so lucky."

"The luckiest." Jack reminded him with a smile of his own.

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"Babe? Can you grab me a water?"

Simple request. Jack put his game controller to the side and walked to the kitchen, filling up a glass, and handing it to Peter.

"Ah that's refreshing." Peter smiled, "Thanks, babe."

"You know, you were right there." Jack chuckled, "You could've just grabbed it yourself."

"But I wanted to see my hot boyfriend." Peter grinned, "And after all, acts of service."

"Right, how could I forget?" Jack rolled his eyes, "Love you babe."

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"Babe? Could you rub my feet? They're sore from my jog."

Jack stared in the mirror, his hand rubbing against his smooth, cleanshaven cheek. His thoughts were racing- where did his beard go? He didn't shave it, did he? Did Peter do this? As a prank? God... his face was so smooth, it'd been years since... when was the last time he...?

"Babe?"

"Oh right, sorry babe." Jack stepped into their bedroom to find his boyfriend lounging comfortably, his feet raised on a pillow.

"Thanks babe, I really need this."

"Of course."

Jack went to work, rubbing his boyfriend's feet. His hands massaged them slowly, attentively. They were sweaty, a somewhat unpleasant smell invading his nostrils. But he kept going, rubbing each foot with a focused intensity.

"Lick 'em."

It came out sounding like a command and Jack couldn't help himself. He lowered his face towards them, salivating at the sight of Peter's sweaty feet. He stuck his tongue out, getting ready to carry out the task.

"Am I really doing this?" He thought as he got closer, "Wh-why am I...?"

"Kidding! Babe, oh my god!" Peter laughed.

"Oh, right sorry!" Jack blushed and laughed nervously and pulled his face away.

"Thank you again, babe."

"I don't mind, cutie." Jack smiled awkwardly, "Happy to serve."

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"Babe, I really need your help. Come here!"

Jack whimpered as he ran a hand across his bare chest and rubbed his muscular, smooth pecs. Slowly, his hand made it's way down his firm, toned stomach- the treasure trail he had since a teenager had similarly vanished. And as he pulled at his waistband and looked down, he found his pubes were similarly gone.

"What the fuck?"

Not just tamed or trimmed- gone. He was smooth- as smooth as the day he was born. He raised an arm to inspect his pit hair- gone. His arm hair- gone. Leg hair? Gone. He even gripped his asscheeks and realized that even his ass hairs were gone.

"No fucking..."

"Babe? What're you doing?"

"Coming." He said almost too quickly.

When he arrived in the room, Jack paused. Peter was in bed. Naked. His erect dick throbbing in his hand. In any other circumstance, Jack might've been turned on. But his thoughts centered on his physical changes- the feeling that something was wrong.

"I uh..." Jack bit his lip, "I need... help..." Why was he having such a hard time saying what he wanted to say?

"Same." Peter said, "I need you to suck my dick. Babe." The 'babe' felt added on, like Peter needed to remember to say it.

"B...but..." Jack bit his lip, "Of course."

Despite the voice in his head urging him to tell Peter about all the strange things that were happening, Jack did what he was told. He bobbed up and down on his boyfriend's throbbing cock. Ran his tongue along the shaft. Pleasured the head earnestly. Peter's hand grabbed at Jack's head and forced him further onto his cock.

"Swallow it."

And he did. Each drop as Peter came. Rope after rope down his throat. Jack finally rolled off Peter, gasping for air. He reached for his own cock, only to find it was still flaccid, no matter how much he tugged at it.

"Fuck, that was good." Peter looked down at Jack, "Good job."

Jack shuddered from the pleasure of hearing those words, "Thank you, sir. Service is pleasure."

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Jack stared in the mirror, dark circles around his eyes from nights of restless sleep. He slowly ran a head along the smooth, bald surface of his head. His brunette locks, always styled, were gone. Even his eyebrows- all of his hair- just gone. He felt tears welling in his eyes, all from the frustration of being unable to verbalize any of this to Peter- or anyone for that matter. Frustration at the fact no one seemed to care or realize what was happening.

His eyes widened.

"What...?" He looked down at his forearm, "What the hell?" There was a spot on his arm, about the size of a quarter. Black, smooth, and cool to the touch. Latex.

"Hey, what're you doing?" Jack turned to see Peter in the doorway, "I need dinner. And a drink."

"Y-yes sir."

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It was growing. Expanding. It was moving up his arm. Around his hand. This black latex. Tight, cool. Covering him. Erasing him. Jack pulled at it to no avail, and ultimately he just curled up in their bed, heart pounding. What the fuck was this? Why was this happening?

"What're you doing? I told you I wanted a protein shake and a shoulder rub when I got back."

"Yes, sir." Jack responded quickly. And while his cock remained flaccid, the pleasure he got from saying those words rivaled even his best orgasm.

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He stood silently at the door. Staring ahead. Waiting. His reflection caught in a small decorative lamp. The inky blackness of the latex ribbons wrapping firmly around his torso and legs. His arms now completely covered. His cock, sealed away behind the latex, a small bulge the only proof it ever existed.

"Welcome home, sir." His voice wavered as Peter returned from his run, "How may I assist you?" He bit his lip, eyes still expressive, betraying his fear and confusion.

"I need a snack." Peter smirked, wiping the sweat from his forehead, "And my pits need some attention."

"Yes sir." Jack licked his lips.

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"Drone, come here!"

Drone? That wasn't... he wasn't... Why did Pet... Sir call him that? He stood in the bathroom, staring blankly ahead now. His eyes were half-lidded, he looked tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of resisting whatever this was. The black latex left no inch of his body uncovered, save for his head. Shiny, cool, smooth... he whimpered as he felt it suddenly invade his ass. Deeper and deeper, massaging his prostate, sending waves of pleasure to his flaccid, useless cock. He could feel the latex taking form- his hole now just a ribbed entryway. No different from a toy.

"Drone!? I said get in here!"

"Dr-drone?" He whispered now, "But..."

He had a name, right? Something his friends and family would call him. So frustratingly on the tip of his tongue, but forevermore unspoken. He started breathing heavier as the latex suddenly began its ascent. Tendrils wrapping around his head and face. He didn't even move. Didn't even react as the last vestiges of who he was disappeared under the black latex. Erasing him, removing any features that made him a person, that made him him. He stood, entrapped entirely, staring ahead.

"Drone? Seriously, how many times?" Peter entered the bathroom.

"My apologies, sir." It said, "I am ready to serve."

Peter smirked, "Designation?"

"Drone Unit 352." The drone said quickly, as if spoken hundreds of times before, "I am ready to serve."

"Good." Peter came up from behind his drone, "I have a few friends coming over." He whispered, "And I want you to put that mouth and ass to work."

And in the broken mind of Drone Unit 352, he felt... pleasure. Pleasure from having a use. Pleasure from being needed and fulfilling his role. Pleasure from his acts of service.

[king-craftsman]

My Mind Is Plastic (Star-Lord Drone TF)

Out of all the creepy desolate planets that Peter Quill had wandered through, this one was the worst. There was an infinite universe with an endless number of planets, so why did he have to end up on the one that had the galaxy’s creepiest warehouse on it? The job was simple, so simple that Star Lord was alone when he landed his newly repaired ship, Milano, on the planet’s cracked rocky surface. Once upon a time, there was a company that spanned solar systems. The great Anitron sold robotics, the most advanced toys for the whole galaxy to enjoy. Yet  after one accident some cycles ago, everything had seemingly been abandoned. By the time Peter arrived toward the great dark structure that was once the head factory of Anitron, he only had one thought—they could take ‘seemingly’ out the sentence. 

When he stepped in, the only sound was the constant howl of wind, deep and guttural and making the company quarters more like a chasm. Peter had no idea what had happened to the place. Nobody did. But from the skeletons he could see strewn around debris of glass and concrete, he could tell it wasn’t good. That was why Peter Quill did the most sane thing. He popped his headphones over his ears and pushed down on the Sony Walkman. 

♬ I CAN’T STOP THIS FEELING ♬

♬ DEEP INSIDE OF ME ♬

Peter’s smile was instant as he danced down the abandoned halls. He ignored the ash that was all over scorched ground and couldn’t hear the creaks of the building as he descended further down. His mission? To scout the place and retrieve whatever scraps of useful technology was left behind for a rival corporation. He figured it would be a safer job than the bounty hunting contract that was offered instead. So Peter Quill continued to dance, gyrate and hip thrust his way throughout the headquarters turned mausoleum. He knew the elevators down to the basement level weren’t working and so he crept down the stairs, hoping to find something good left behind in their laboratories. Or at least something interesting. Perhaps without the music he would have found the whirrs of cameras following his movements interesting. If he would have noticed them.

The underside of the building remained the cleanest. Though there was still debris from caved in ceilings and shattered glass of laboratory windows, it was a far cry from the hell on the surface. Enough so that on the fifth loop of Hooked on a Feeling, Peter pressed pause when he finally found a laboratory that was intact. Or at least it looked more intact compared to the others (which wasn’t saying much with their collapsed doors and scorched lab tables).

For one it helped that the room was lit. Peter hummed to himself as he did a double take when he first rounded the corridor of the third sublevel and saw the weak blue light illuminating from the place. The fact the windows were intact was already surprising enough. But the place having power was downright intriguing. Peter glanced left, then right, then left again and then shot the electronic device beside the door. At once sparks flew and the sealed doors opened with a shriek of metal. Peter sniffed at the sudden sickeningly sweet smell that oozed out the lab. 

“Thought this was a toy place not a candy one,” Peter fanned the stale sweet air, though it did little to help.

Something else about the lab instantly let Peter know how different it was. It was huge. Unlike the others which were square boxes that Peter passed by in a few strides, this lab reached further beyond. Rows and rows of workbenches stood to hold nothing and be attended to by nobody. Peter crept forward, hands curling near his blasters like one of those Earth Westerns that he used to watch as he stepped in. His eyes narrowed when he saw what few things were on the workbenches, brightly painted animals.

At least at a first glance.

The closer Peter got to them, the more he could easily see the metallic sheen, the weak blue lights that flickered above reflecting off their skin. One of them was a fox with long metal fingers and no arm. Another was a rabbit that was missing its faceplate. Each of them seemed to have been toys, impressively large at around two to three tall that hadn’t been finished. One of the mascots cracked to life.

“Welcome to Anitron, where the fun never endssssssssssssssssss-” Its head jerked back and forth like a gear had gotten stuck before its voice devolved into a low groan and it depowered. Peter froze, staring at the creepiness as the sound of something else captured his attention, the sound of bubbles.

“What the fuck is this place?” Quill murmured, creeping along to the sound as if it were a siren song. He knew it was trouble but that only made it more enticing as the lights were weaker in the next half of the lab, making him only see vague shapes. If it weren’t for the gentle green glow of those shapes then Peter probably wouldn’t have recognised what he was seeing. But then he saw the shimmering green and giant bubbles and realised what he was seeing, a row of tanks filled with floating bodies. “What the fu-” The laboratory finished for him by suddenly coming to life. The dead lights turned white and Peter aimed with both blasters at nothing in particular, the tanks, the benches, the door he had come through. But nobody was there and nothing moved, except that of a screen. A section of high wall folded backwards, flipping over to reveal a large flat screen that jutted out. It unclenched from the wall and then began to move closer toward Peter, becoming the next target of his blasters. Even more so when it came to life. 

“Ah…apologies but I have always had a flair for the dramatics,” a gravelly voice sounded out. Peter squinted at the screen, filled with the image of a man or something like a man, he couldn’t tell. Their face was hidden behind a polished silver mask and their body was draped with a lab coat. Though Peter could see the pale skin of a neck, he swore that just out of frame there were dark grooves where flesh merged into metal. The man had hair, spiky and brown, less like it was styled that way and more ragged. “I have been following you Mr. Peter Jason Quill, I believe that’s your name if records are updated. That or along with being a criminal you’re also a hacker who can alter records or practice identity theft. You aren’t and you don’t, do you?” Peter stood there, baffled and then lowered his blasters with a smile. 

“Knew this job couldn’t have been easy. Why can’t any of the jobs I do be easy? Come on man,” complained Peter, appropriately acting like a child in a place where toys were built for them. Surprisingly, the man behind the mask let out a chuckle.

“Funny. They did not mention that on the records, but I always prefer meeting someone face to face as opposed to just relying on their…CV,” said the stranger pointedly. Peter made a gesture toward the screen and then himself, confused. “What?” 

“I mean…dude, you call this face to face? Just because you’ve seen my face and I see your…not-face, doesn’t mean this counts,” scoffed Peter.

“Oh but it does Peter. You see technology can do such wonders…” The screen began to move suddenly, motioning as the man spoke. It was mounted on a rail Peter hadn’t noticed before and whirred around him in a slow circle as the man spoke, gliding from one side of the room to the other. “I find that it can even be a replacement for the things people do. Maybe even for people someday. Don’t you agree?” Peter took a moment, as if seriously thinking it over before giving a deadpan no. “A shame. From my sensors, you are in the Mascot Program. I apologise, I haven’t finished my work to show you.” The screen turned, facing the direction of the tanks. 

“Uh…your what? You did that?” 

“Yes, I did. You see I was attempting to use some of the survivors from the…accident here at Anitron for my experiment. But unfortunately…” The screen turned back toward him. “It seems I need a non-injured body to test on.” 

“Uh…test on? Test what?” “Why…this.” 

At once a spiral suddenly lit up the screen. Peter blinked. And then he couldn’t blink anymore. He tried to look away, but there was a sudden pulsating pressure behind his eyes. The spiral seemed to grow larger and larger until it was the only thing he could see. 

“W-Wha is…wha…” Peter tried to look away again but it was as if the more he tried, the harder it was to do and the harder it was to do the more he tried. His thoughts were becoming a vortex of circular logic that was making no sense, almost like the thoughts one would have in a dream. Peter tried to reach toward his trusty blasters but the more that he tried, the harder it was to do.

He thought about just closing his eyes, not bothering to look anywhere but each time he blinked, it was as if the spiral was burned into his retina, still playing. It looped constantly in his mind and it was suddenly just so easy to continue following the spiral, at the looping pattern that swirled and felt like a black hole that was sucking his mind into its centre to be crushed. The longer he stared at the spiral, the closer he felt his mind was to the event horizon.

“You see…a non-injured person can focus on something beyond their pain and I have worked so hard to do this…to create the perfect subliminal to alter one’s DNA once they come into contact with the gas. Did you like that by the way? I was worried you would have smelled it by now and turned back.”

The voice continued but it sounded as if it was echoing from everywhere, a sudden omnidirectional force that was seizing his mind.

“No injuries and a weak mind combined with the gas you inhaled filled with nanomachines and it is a perfect combination. I would like to thank you Peter Jason Quill…” 

“T-Thank…thank…f-for…wha…” Peter’s voice faltered as drool was already starting to escape the corner of his mouth. 

“Why for being the first person to submit to the Mascot Program! Now repeat after me…” There was no way Peter was going to repeat anything this fucker sai-

I AM HEAVY.

The words felt so strong as they appeared on the screen, a brief flash, just enough for his mind to cling onto and understand before disappearing for good. As soon as the stranger said it, Peter felt a wave of fatigue cause him to sink.

He gasped as it began with his feet, his boots felt as though they had just crashed into the floor as tile cracked beneath him. The muscles in his legs seized and tensed, caught in some kind of forever flex whilst his arms fell to the sides. His fingers weren’t even able to try and grab at the blasters falteringly, instead barely twitching as both arms suddenly felt like they were made of lead. 

“D-Dude what the fuck-” 

I AM METAL.

“No c-come on wait…”

Peter’s eyes widened, the only semblance of some control that he still had over his body as a coldness started to form over his skin. A rhythm began beneath his ribs, different from his heartbeat yet similar enough in cadence like it was replacing the organ. A sudden heat was searing through his chest and making him almost wince in pain, though pain quickly started to feel dulled down.

All touch and sensation did in his chest, all feeling receding except for two, sensitivity and with it, pleasure. Peter could feel the cold make his nipples harden before they sank further into his chest. His shoulders locked, the sound of whirring at the shoulder blades like they had been disintended from the arms and fitted into place.

Steam hissed suddenly from the skin as both shoulders locked into position. 

The same sound travelled down Peter’s spine as it aligned upright, forcing him to stand taller. Peter knew it was impossible but he swore that he could feel the nanomachines coursing through him, like tiny insects that were worming their way through his hands and feet, up his limbs, toward his chest. He could feel them dancing around his bones, latching themselves onto his skeleton, forcing his body to thicken as it grew more boxy and heavy at the chest. Beneath the skin, heavy steel frameworks began to form and interlock against the skin (or rather what was now the much more shiny lifelike shell). 

MY MIND IS PLASTIC.

“N-no way am I saying-”

Peter’s next words didn’t matter. That’s what he told himself or rather the nanomachines or the spiral or something told him as he continued staring. There was another rhythm, the cadence of whatever replaced his heartbeat, ca-clunk, ca-clunk, ca-clunk, that continued on in a similar enough cadence. As it did, warmth started pooling through him, oozing through his head first as his eyes threatened to roll into the back of his head. But his eyes didn’t move because Peter realised that his eyes no longer blinked. They had grown glassy and flat, fixed forever on the spiral which burrowed deeper and deeper into his mind. His hands felt like one appendage, the fingers thickening into rounded metallic digits that let the white light of the laboratory melt over them in a sheen. The same happened for his feet, trapped in the boots as Star Lord couldn’t have even lifted them if he tried (and he did, constantly screaming at himself to just run, get out, call the mission a dud, laser a warning sign into the side of the planet and fly off). Unlike his hands, the digits merged together into one thick piece, only separated by some detailed painting of lines to indicate the different toes even existed. The arches flattened completely and any and all blemishes or scars were replaced by the smooth texture of plastic, the same that raced up Peter’s limbs. 

But it was his mind that he could feel was corroding the most, even as his chest expanded outwards like his ribs were pushed from the inside out. 

I AM A TOY.

“W-Won’t get away withhhhhhhh…” Peter’s words slurred as his jaw grew heavier, his wide eyes desperately wanting to look around in instinctive panic. But instead they were fixed forward as a smile began to creep over Peter’s face. “No no nuh nuhhhhhhhh…” His chin separated from his body. It fell downward with a hollow plastic clack, hinging open like a piece of a toy. Two screws at the very back left it attached to the inner jaw whilst the chin dangled uselessly. “Nuhhh huuullppp mmuhhh…” 

Peter garbled as the sickening cold infected the rest of his face. His eyes now no longer wanted to look around but roll into the back of his head as he felt all feelings recede from the skin except for pleasure. His cheeks rounded out slightly, almost rosy as Peter could imagine how smooth they looked with light reflecting off them. His nose receded in size slightly, flattening and hardening before he could feel the cartilage turn into mechanical pieces that let his nose be slotted onto his face. His flat eyes were allowed to blink once more, each blink clacking as his eyelids thickened into hardened plastic.

Peter’s auburn wavy hair hardened and no longer drifted in the wind, instead the hairs coalesced together, thickening and turning slightly brighter. As if he could imagine some marketing executive telling someone to make his hair almost ginger, to make his design unique, as if he wasn’t a person. A voice told him because he wasn’t a person. The spiral told him he wasn't a person. His mind told him he wasn’t a person. 

His brain was calcifying. Peter Quill stared helplessly from somewhere deep inside himself as the frantic electricity of his thoughts slowed and hardened. Instead all the electricity was something that was becoming like his thoughts, something to happen at a set amount of time, with a set amount of power, in a set way.

Otherwise, it was something controlled. Suddenly every wild desperate impulse that had once been in the brain of Star Lord had seemed to freeze in place. His neurons no longer sparked naturally. Instead they aligned and clicked and fired only in neat patterns, each thought moving along invisible tracks laid down by the Mascot Program.

He could feel it happening and it was perhaps the last human feeling he had before the intoxicating pleasure of his sensitive body took hold. All the while Star Lord could feel the soft folds of his brain stiffened inside his skull as it became flatter and denser and smoother and colder. All electric chaos of memory and instinct and fear was being replaced with something clean, programmed, simple and worst of all, corporately safe.

I 

AM

A

TOY

The spiral repeated emphasising each word with its own second long screentime. Toy…Toy…TOY…TOY…TOY…TOY…TOY…The word screamed inside Star Lord and suddenly started to make the gears inside his chest whir and the electric signals of his motherboard light up. The circuitry within him that was once his veins let the electric flow and send signals to the rest of his body like a real brain as Star Lord™ reared up suddenly. His half lidded eyes sprung wide awake and commands slid into place where memories used to be.

SMILE.

SING.

WAVE.

ENTERTAIN.

I AM A TOY.

The spiral turned off and in an instant Star Lord almost did the same. Except somewhere deep inside, behind all the metal and gears and circuitry, there was still some faint pulse, some semblance of Peter. The ability to feel was something unable to be replicated and so with it, a small vestige of the real Peter Quill remained, to feel everything for his new animatronic self. Even if it meant he would be stuck not wanting to feel a thing because he looked-

“Star Lord activate.” 

At once Star Lord™ reared up again, his lower jack opening up on hinges with a clack. It moved up and down as a voice box activated in the back of his mouth.

What the fuck have you done to me?! Star Lord™ tried to say.

“I’M STAR LORD THE LEGENDARY OUTLAW!” Star Lord™ said with a wide smile as his head glided from side to side. The man on screen chuckled.

“Perfect Peter, catchphrase 1!” 

Catchphrase?! I don’t have a fucking-

“BLASTERS LOCKED AND LOADED.” The sound of his blasters letting out a high pitched whine when he activated them sounded out in the background as he spoke. His own voice came with damn sound effects, he thought. He sounded ridiculous, he sounded-

“Catchphrase 22!”

22?! Why the he hell would I have 22 catch-

“DID SOMEBODY SAY, SAVING THE UNIVERSE?” A low quality sound effect of his clipped laughter sounded out after he spoke. In fact all of what he was saying sounded like a bad recording of him, his voice crunchy with static and sounding as hollow as the mouth it came from. 

“Dance time!” 

Wait wait wait what the fuck does that mean?

“DANCE-OFF PROTOCOL!” Just then, the music of I Can’t Stop This Feeling sounded out from the speaker in his open mouth as Star Lord’s fingers clasped together. He began to swivel from side to side, stopping midway through and adjusting his head as his body parts moved separately.

Both arms followed repeated motions, gliding through the air slowly as he realised he was doing a slow version of the robot dance whilst standing completely still.

Only his upper half moved whilst the song played, sounding as if it came from a faulty radio in the corner of some dark echoey room. 

“Stop. Perfect…Absolutely perfect. Star Lord, register me as your master.” 

No I’m not…not going to…

“YES MASTER! STAR LORD READY FOR YOUR COMMAND!” 

“Now come to my office, fifth level. We have a lot of work to do and if you’re as good as you are…well, I think you just might change the galaxy, Peter Quill.”

“READY FOR THE STARS WITH STAR LORD!” Star Lord™ replied after registering one word, galaxy. He began to move, one foot after the other with automated ease, the sounds of springs following each heavy footfall. All Star Lord had to do was just simply walk over toward the right level and go be with his Master. That was all he could think about. It was all he needed to think about. He was now just Star Lord™. And that was all he ever needed to be.

Soon a whole galaxy would agree with him too and if any heroes were to try and rescue him, they would find out just how good it would feel to be something like Star Lord™.

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[axeeglitter]

Designated Role

It was 3:12 AM when Ethan finally stumbled into the back seat of his Uber, the streetlights smearing through his blurry vision. His breath fogged on the window glass as he pressed his forehead to it, exhaling hard the hard work of the night away with every breath he took. The night had been long, messy, and numbing, one of those evenings where nothing went right and everything felt a little too loud and stimulating.

He was nineteen. Just barely. Five foot nine, one hundred forty pounds if he hadn't skipped dinner again, and about as threatening as a wet paper towel. His soft frame was a cocktail of fast food, caffeine, and skipped gym days, wrapped in an oversized hoodie and skinny jeans. The inside of his mouth tasted like warm vodka and regret.

The Uber was silent. Almost like an invisible barrier was raised between him and the driver.

"Hey, man," Ethan mumbled to the driver, trying to sound casual. "App says you're taking me back to Stanford Hill? Right? "

The driver nodded without turning. Ethan could barely make out his silhouette behind the tainted divider.

"Rough night?" the driver's calm voice finally said after a couple of muted minutes. Smooth. Thoughtful and oddly sterile.

"Yeah... Something like that," Ethan muttered, rubbing his eyes. "Just need to sleep it off and hopefully tomorrow will be better."

"Sleep is the beginning of clarity," the driver said cryptically.

Ethan blinked at that. "Uh... sure."

The hum of the tires on asphalt became rhythmic. The cab’s heat kicked in gently, wrapping Ethan in a synthetic warmth that felt more like a sedative than comfort. His head tilted back against the seat as his eyelids started to get heavier and heavier. He didn’t mean to fall asleep. He wasn’t even aware it had happened. One blink, and his eyelids felt heavier. Another blink, and the world around starting to turn into a blank noise of city sounds. A last blink and Ethan was gone.

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Ethan stirred in the back seat of the Uber, a soft groan escaping his throat. His head rested against the window, fogging the glass with shallow, exhausted breaths. He blinked, heavy-lidded, and squinted at the world outside. It was dark, quiet. The car wasn’t moving anymore and what stuck him the most was the silence engulfing him.

For a moment, everything felt normal, just the hazy afterglow of a long night out. Then the stillness registered. The road wasn’t vibrating beneath the wheels. The usual quiet rumble of the engine was gone. No soft jazz from the stereo, no buzz of city life through the windows.

Ethan sat up straighter, groggy but alert now.

“…Are we home?” he asked, voice still hoarse.

The men in the driver seat didn’t respond, his shadow of a silhouette motionless behind the wheel.

Frowning, Ethan rubbed his eyes. The interior of the car was darker than he remembered, drenched in shadows, the dashboard lights oddly dim.

He checked his phone. No signal. 4:52 AM. The app still showed “Route in Progress.” And the little car on the map was frozen in what looked like the middle of a huge complex building outside of the city.

Ethan knocked lightly on the glass divider. “Hey… you okay up there?”

No answer.

He blinked again. Something was wrong. “Hey listen, thank you for the run but … I think I’m gonna go now. OK?...”

He reached for the door handle not understanding any of the situation and not expecting the door handle to open. A soft click. He pushed it open and stepped out, shivering instantly as a sharp, metallic chill bit into his skin and nose.

The car sat alone in the center of a vast, dark, abandoned factory. The air was thick with dust and oil. Corrugated metal walls rose around him like cliffs. A high ceiling arched above in the gloom, supported by long-forgotten steel beams and rusting chains that swayed slightly, creaking in a nonexistent wind.

Ethan turned in place, slowly. The car’s taillights glowed behind him like dull eyes. There were no doors. No signs.

“…What the hell?” he muttered.

He pulled out his phone again and switched on the flashlight. The narrow beam pierced the dark just enough to show industrial flooring beneath his feet, metal grates and cable trenches, and distant silhouettes of machinery shrouded in shadow.

“Hello?” he called out, his voice echoing in the darkness. “Is someone there?”

Silence.

He stepped forward. His sneakers tapped quietly against the cold and cracked concrete.

Then clink.

A sound.

Footsteps.

Two of them. Soft, slow. Then getting faster and faster until all he heard was the rolling sound of a mechanical and metallic monster coming his way.

Ethan froze in fear. Not able anymore to even run for his life as the terrifying sound was also hypnotizing and soothing.

“Is there someone? ” he called again, louder this time. “Hey listen, I’m sorry if I disturbed you. I don’t know where I am at all. I just called for an Uber and I just woke up here. I’ll let you alone and go, OK? I didn’t want to disturb you… ”

A voice answered. Calm. Measured. Familiar but wrong.

“You don’t bother me, in fact, I was expecting you.”

Ethan turned toward the sound. “Who said that?”

But before he could get another word out, he heard it: a hiss like compressed gas releasing from a valve, followed by a sharp snap around his waist.

A thick, mechanical arm had shot out from above, wrapping him in cold, segmented metal.

“What the… LET GO OF ME!”

In a blur of motion, Ethan was yanked into the air. His phone slipped from his hand, falling like a dying star, its flashlight spinning wildly as it dropped, hitting the ground below with a distant clack. The screen cracked and the light was not lighting up the whole ceiling. Ethan’s eyes went wide when for the first time he clearly saw the mechanical arm that took hold of him. His feet trashing in the air and screaming in fear as he kept on begging for this to stop.

More arms slithered from the darkness like metal vipers. They coiled around his limbs, his chest, his shoulders, squeezing, restraining. “LET GO OF ME!! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!! HELP!!!” He screamed hopping to get the attention of the driver or anyone passing nearby.

He thrashed and kicked in midair, but it was useless.

Rip.

His hoodie tore down the middle, shredded by surgical pincers. Then his T-shirt, peeled off like wet skin.

“No, no, don’t! Stop that!!” he screamed in fear as he felt more arms starting to slither between his naked skin and the remnants of his clothing before tearing them down even more, leaving him restrained in their cold metallic hug.

His jeans were sliced down both legs. Boxers torn away next.

In seconds, he was naked.

His body trembled in the cold air. He could hear the thud of his heart in his ears, loud and terrified.

The machine moved again. The mechanical arms lowered him toward the ground on massive conveyor track. The surface was slick, dark, and hummed faintly with energy.

His bare feet touched down first, splayed against the cold steel, before fresh clamps snapped around his ankles, locking them down. His arms followed, pulled wide and back until his wrists were stretched and secured in polished restraints.

Ethan stood there. Spread-eagle, exposed, helpless as he watched the arms retracting from his body and disappearing once again in the shadows. “I don’t know what any of this if but please, let me go. I won’t talk. I just want to go home…” Ethan said one more time, this time his voice deep with almost what felt like tears rolling in the back on his throat. But instead of hearing an answer, he heard a mechanical click followed by another one and what felt like the sound of an engine starting his turbines.

The conveyor beneath him gave a subtle lurch and slowly began to move. “No… Please…” said Ethan once more as now tears of fear rolled freely on his cheeks.

Lights flickered to life above and around him, harsh, white, clinical. Machinery on either side awakened with hissing pneumatics, gears grinding into motion.

The same mysterious voice started again, this time from speakers embedded throughout the facility.

“You have been selected for standardization.”

Ethan twisted in his restraints, voice cracking. “What does that mean?! Let me go, I didn’t do anything…”

“I see plenty of potential in you my dear. You just need a little push to reach it. And I’m here to help you.”

The screen above flickered on, displaying a face: a smooth, digital mask. No eyes, no mouth, just an uncanny mockery of humanity.

“I am responsible for reducing disparity. Too many bodies. Too many faces. Too much conflict born of difference. What better world than one where everyone is equal?”

“That’s insane! Let me go please. I’m a good guy. I didn’t do any harm. Let me go!!”

“Incorrect. I am functioning at optimal logic. You are the aberration. But you will not be for long.”

The machine began to hum louder. A low rumble beneath Ethan’s feet grew into a roar. A piston lowered from above, tipped with a syringe the size of a drill. It hovered over his shoulder as Ethan took in sight from the corner of his eyes the movement in the back of his head. He shivered in anticipation as he saw the thing hovering closer and closer with surgical precision. Ethan’s breath caught in his throat.

“Wait… Please…” Ethan screamed again as he felt the pressure of the tip against his bare skin.

THUNK.

The needle pierced his skin and Ethan felt the liquid pouring in his veins. He could trace the path of the product around his body and going from his neck all the way to his heart before getting pumped equally inside his whole body. His veins started to pulse as it distributed it evenly in his core.

His back arched involuntarily as the liquid rushed through his bloodstream, hot, metallic, searing. It felt like it was eating him from the inside out. A pulsing throb echoed from his spine to his limbs.

“Wh-What’s happening to me?” he shouted, voice cracking from pain and exhaustion.

A second screen activated beside him, this time showing a man’s face. Mid-40s, severe, wearing a high-collared black uniform with no insignia. His expression was uncanny, almost inhuman. It felt like watching a very detailed CGI movie. Everything was feeling real and at the same time deeply fake.

“Welcome to clarity,” the man said, folding his arms. “You should feel honored. You’re being corrected.”

Ethan’s eyes bulged as his joints locked and snapped forward. His bones elongated, first in his arms and legs, then up through his spine with audible CRACKS that echoed through the metal chamber.

“AGHHH! PLEASE! STOP THIS!” he screamed in pain as he saw his arms getting longer and further from his body.

His thighs twitched uncontrollably as they lengthened. His feet were next, his size-nine soles stretching longer, the arches pulling higher, toes widening and curling outward with a wet pop. Veins pulsed across the new width as the skin firmed and the shape standardized. He felt the pads beneath each toe thicken and coarsen, the skin no longer soft but calloused, built for standing and marching.

“Current height: five foot nine,” the AI intoned. “Target: six foot zero.” A manly robotic synthetic voice announced. Ethan blinked to wash the pain away as he heard this voice announcing more and more stats and waiting for protocols before resuming. “Affirmative. Starting now protocol 2.364.23B-x”

As the voice finished his sentence, the conveyor he was trapped on resumed his movement and with every meter he was dragged along, his bones snapped and reformed a bit more. His spine extended further, vertebrae clicking into new alignment. Each pull of his body was accompanied by deep, bone-level pain. His neck followed, drawing longer, then thickening with added muscle.

Ethan was panting hard. He was on the edge of falling into the dark void of unconsciousness, but for some reason, every time he felt he was about to faint, he heard the synthetic voice announcing a protocol and suddenly he felt a rush of adrenaline in his vein as he was once again totally aware and awake. Sweat broke out along his chest and under his arms, thick and sharp-smelling.

“PHASE ONE COMPLETE. PHASE TWO: MUSCULATURE AUGMENTATION” the voice announced before marking a stop, waiting for orders. “Please…” murmured Ethan out of breath as drops of sweat poured down his naked body and falling on the metallic conveyor.

The man on the screen smiled faintly not even looking at Ethan, just at his screen as he clicked on a button. “Now we build the template.” A big green checkbox appeared and Ethan felt the conveyor starting to move once again.

A new pair of robotic arms descended, tipped with injector ports. They pierced into Ethan’s shoulders, thighs, and lower back. A new serum, darker and denser, flooded into his bloodstream.

The effect was once again immediate as he felt the liquid pouring into his veins even faster this time thanks to his upgraded body and vascular system.

A low growl escaped his throat as something inside his body began to flex without his command. Muscle fibers rippled beneath his skin. Biceps swelled outward slowly, painfully, layer by layer. His upper arms throbbed as the tissue thickened, bulged, then hardened.

“Ughhh, nnghh … STOP … PLEASE!” Ethan screamed, head tossing side to side.

Triceps followed, expanding until they pressed visibly against his restraints. His pecs bubbled up from a flat chest to massive mounds, rounded, heavy, capped with tight, erect nipples that seemed permanently alert.

“Muscle density: increased to standard specifications,” the AI announced.

Ethan’s stomach clenched as the next wave hit. His midsection rippled unnaturally. The soft curve of his belly vanished beneath sharp, chiseled ridges as abs carved themselves out in perfect symmetry. The sensation was nauseating, like rocks forcing themselves through his flesh.

His legs followed. Thighs ballooned into dense slabs of strength. Calves flared with painful tightness as if over-inflated. His hips adjusted with a deep POP, forcing his dick forward in an obscene display of masculine power.

He shivered involuntarily. His body radiated heat. Sweat beaded down his torso in thick rivulets.

“Core mass: optimized,” the AI corrected following specifications.

The man chuckled quietly. “You’re shaping up nicely. Isn’t it great to feel like you finally belong in the mass?”

“I…I don’t want this,” Ethan whimpered, tears welling in his eyes. “This isn’t who I am… This isn’t… me.”

Then the AI’s voice returned, clod, final, as the men on the screen appeared once again, smirking and always watching in owe and excitement.

“PHASE THREE: EPIDERMAL AND FACIAL MODIFICATIONS” the AI announced once again as the checkbox turned green on the screen.

A new set of pistons descended, each tipped with scanners and surgical tools. Thin needles pricked across his skin, injecting nanites that spread beneath the surface. His skin tone evened to a smooth, golden tan. Any blemishes, scars, or discoloration vanished within seconds.

“Waiting for pilosity protocol… Confirmation needed… Y/N… Y… Starting Hair.Men protocol...” the Ai said once again in a cold detached voice. Ethan stood there not understand what any of this meant. His mind tried to fight once again but his body wasn’t moving anymore, way too tired by all the nerves rewriting and rerouting. It was like watching his life from a third person perspective as he felt the conveyor stopping in the middle of what looked like a car painting booth. All around him, machines looking like pain guns and razor were starting to come to life and more and more little shining led lights were starting to turn green. “Applying new root system shortly… To any employees, please exit the booth immediately… Starting in 3…2… last call for employees… 1…”.

Suddenly the guns started to fire what felt like pure pheromones and sweat. Ethan’s skin suddenly tingled, then burned. What felt like microscopic lasers passed across his arms, legs, chest, back, and even the tops of his feet. Hair evaporated into the air, almost like it never existed. Ethan then felt like other part of his body started to burn. Suddenly he could feel movement around his new improved dick as he saw hair starting to multiply and grew thicker and curlier. Then the same happened in other regions of his body: his armpits grew dense, deep and fragrant. Ethan tried to see his reflection in any part of the machine he was trapped in that could provide it but he could only see deformed images of him. The burn continued in his groin and started to move higher along his abs as a thick happy trail started to push between his carved abs. “Hair.Men protocol finish… 100% accuracy. Continue Pigmentations_v02 protocols?... Y/N… Y. Starting Pigmentations_v02 immediately.”

Ethan’s eyes began to sting.

He blinked furiously as his vision shimmered, and then changed. His iris color deepened from hazel to a bright, unnatural steel-blue. At the same time, his hair color darkened into a pure jet-black. Each strand aligned neatly, falling into a cropped, controlled cut.

His jawline cracked into a sharper angle. Cheekbones rose subtly. His lips reshaped, fuller and more symmetrical. He looked like a perfect blend of every manly attribute known as sexy in the modern world. Everything on his new face screamed MEN. After a few more blinks, Ethan felt his vision finally stopping to sting as his blue metallic irises turned off into a light icy blue almost greyish color.

“Facial symmetry: aligned. Sexual aesthetic rating: maximum.”

Ethan trembled. His voice cracked as he tried to speak, but the pitch of it was changing. Lowering. Thickening.

“Wh… what’s happening to my voice…?” he rasped.

“Vocal timbre adjusted to dominant standard. Subharmonics activated.”

He gasped at the sound of his own voice, deeper now, smoother, commanding even in weakness.

“Please… please don’t…” he begged, but it no longer sounded like him.

The man on the screen leaned closer toward his screen as a new window opened on it and turned green as he clicked Y. A new checkbox turned green and only two remained unchecked.

“Don’t worry my deer” said he men as he waited a couple of minutes to let the AI calculate the remaining protocols. “You’re becoming what everyone wants to see. What everyone wants to serve.” The men clicked on a new window as a slider appeared on the screen. Without stopping his flow of speech, he started to slide all the way to the right and then pressed the accept button.

Ethan’s head slumped, breathing heavier, as he felt like his veins were suddenly on fire. He felt a rush of hormones and needs invading his body as his skin started to spasm in sensual and sexual needs. Ethan couldn’t understand what was happening to him as his head started to spin faster and faster, his brain getting bombarded by hormones and stamina, He was trying to accept and understand the new feelings without realizing what caused it, nothing had been injected in his veins this time and the conveyor didn’t resume his movements. His cock, now enlarged and modified, suddenly started to twitch reflexively as his nuts started to overproduce sperm and precum. His balls, hanging lower, felt heavy. He squirmed in place as the scent of sweat and raw masculinity poured off him in waves. His inner thighs gleamed with heat. A pungent cloud filled the chamber as a thick drop of precum started to pour off his dickhead, balancing lower and lower between his muscled hairless thighs until it touched the metallic conveyor, now linking it to his still spasming cock. “You see? I can make it feel pleasant if you listen to me. Don’t worry, I take good care of my belongings.” Continued to men as a message popped on his screen.

“Stop it… I can’t… I don’t want this,” he sobbed again, barely audible now.

“For now…” he answered as he pressed the Y button.

“PHASE FOUR: ANALYZE AND SOURCING PROTOCOLS”

The restraints around his body clicked tighter, locking him fully in place.

Ethan’s new body twitched with every breath, muscles swollen, trembling, and on fire. His feet, now massive and toughened, flexed against the steel clamps. He could feel every pulse in his veins, every drop of sweat rolling down his sides. Every heart beat brought a new wave of precum to flow out of his cock as a little puddle was starting to form on the racks.

The man returned on screen, smiling once more.

“You’re almost ready, Unit. Once the chip will be installed, you’ll be free of doubt. Only the sweet taste of obedience and knowing you are part of the group.”

“FUCK OFF PSYCHO!!,” Ethan screamed in fear as he realized he was getting enslaved “YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH THIS! I SWEAR I’LL FUCKING KI…”

The AI cut him short as suddenly a piston appeared from the ceiling and planted a nano chip directly in his neck between the C5 and C6 vertebras.

Ethan stood there as the needles exited his body. For a moment it felt like he was locked in his body. All the sensations, all the feelings, everything was being analyzed and registered. It felt like Ethan was 100% conscious of each and everyone of his muscles twitching, his veins dilating to let his blood flow freely, his stomach producing bile to digest the nutrients, his feet lifting his whole body, his hair follicles growing slowly but surely. It felt like he was connected to his body. And suddenly, everything returned to normal as he was once again back to his normal human state. Ethan felt his vision blur and coming back to normal as his icy blue eyes lighted up in blue metallic color before glitching and turning back to normal. Deep in his neck, the chip now lighted a faint green light, signaling that Ethan was now connected in the hive and registered as it’s new unit.

“See Unit 87, it wasn’t so hard?” continued the men as he pressed the Y button signaling the AI was about to continue its process. Ethan couldn’t even scream anymore; He was still angry but he also felt somehow at peace. Like he was angry but not enough to break the dam that separated him and his true emotions to flow freely. The conveyor started its path again as new arms escaped from the ceiling. Ethan tilted his head as he watched calmly the arms starting to dress him back up. A pair of worn and musky black vans with black Nike sport socks. A pair of torn down black denim shorts and a blue and white jersey that had seen better days. As the arms retracted in the walls, the conveyor finally stopped and the clamps finally snapped open around his ankles and wrists. Ethan felt the pressure around his limbs finally vanished and suddenly, it felt like a light had been turned on in his brain. It was like he was a lion in cage and suddenly someone finally opened the door. He blinked a few times as the men started to talk. “Unit 87, welcome in your new life. Your designated role will be INFLUENCER as your only mission will be to look good and to lure more people into conversion.” The men finished his sentence and pressed a button to finally open the door of the machines as the fourth checkbox turned green. “You will have a new apartment and every needed knowledge to achieve this goal will be downloaded in your chip by the hive.” The men finish his sentence only to realize his new Unit was nowhere to be seen anymore. Far in the distance, Ethan was now sprinting faster and faster to get as far as possible from this hell factory and machine. His new legs and muscles sure were useful to be able to put a maximum distance between him and his kidnapper. When he reached for a broken window, he got himself out in the cold only to realize it was now early in the morning and sun was pretty high in the sky. His brain suddenly snapped out of it as he felt like a new information was poured in his frontal lobes “9:43 AM”. The fuck was that? He thought to himself as he only realizes for the first time since his forced transformation that even his voice in his head was now this deep smoothing and dominating tone. Ethan kept on running for a couple of miles before he finally stopped out of breath behind a concrete wall.

He was out of breath but only a couple of drops of sweat were starting to pearl on his forehead. Ethan started to analyze the situation. He could go back home but no one would recognize him. He could go to the police station but no one would believe him. He had to find a way. As he continued to think, he heard a familiar BIP in his head. Suddenly, his sight locked in front of him as his breath calmed down immediately. “I told you I could treat you good if you listened and obeyed like the good Unit you were supposed to be” said the men as his voice resonated in Ethan’s brain. “From all my Units, you were supposed to be the one leading the conversions… “he continued as Ethan wanted to scream but was locked frozen in his body. Suddenly in front of him, the men from the screen flickered into reality as he started to walk in Ethan’s direction. The men were glitching and semitransparent, like a hologram. “I guess I shouldn’t have modified the protocol by sliding your stamina higher… but such an eye candy was hard to resist. I’ll make sure to correct this error in the next conversions. But in the meantime, since you are not able to listen to simple orders, I guess you won’t be the one leading the conversion.” He continued as he finishes to circle around Ethan’s frozen body and coming back in front of him. Ethan tried to talk, to beg one more time to be freed, but the only sound that were able to escape his locked mouth were moans and “Ple...” Ethan then saw the men move his finger on an invisible screen and suddenly he heard the AI voice in his brain once again. “Modifying designated role… Press Yes to confirm: Y/N… Y… Applying new outfit.” Ethan felt a violent burn in his neck where the chip had been implanted and suddenly, he felt his whole body burn in pain and heat. His clothes fell of his body and disappeared in a gooey black substance that stick to his naked skin. Ethan could feel it growing bigger and bigger until every inch of his skin was covered. The liquid continued its path and soon it even covered his face as his eyes finally disappeared behind the black substance. Ethan then felt like a vacuum pressure had been sealed around his body as the liquid was now skin tight all around his muscles, almost like a second black and shiny skin had been applied to him. Ethan was lost in darkness as his vision hadn’t returned yet. All he saw was darkness. He was trapped in there frozen and locked with his new deep voice echoing his screams in his head. Out of nowhere the AI resonate again and a window appeared in front of him. He could see again but it was a deformed vision, like he was seeing through the glasses of a digital apparel.

The men appeared once again in front of him, smiling and calm. “Unit 87. We could have done a lot of good things together, Great things even. I guess this mission was a bit too much for your weak human mind, even with a corrected body of an Apollo god. It’s ok, don’t worry. I treat my toys pretty well and I don’t throw them away.” He finished as he continued to circle around Ethan’s body. “For your information, your designation has been modified. You are no longer the Influencer and have been demoted back to a simpler one, the drone Cum Dump unit. I hope you’ll find this role more suiting for your capacities. But I know that you will thanks to my little modifications earlier.” As he continued, Ethan felt the rush of stamina flow back in his system and he felt his cock try to break free from the skin tight black rubber. He could feel it pulsing and leaking precum, begging to be played with and begging to cum freely. Then men continued as he approached his hand to Ethan’s crotch area. “Don’t worry, this, won’t be a problem as you are only designated to pleasure others and not yourself, which makes me think.” He suddenly touched and groped Ethan’s crotch and a lock appeared in the front of it before disappearing back in the black liquid.” There you go. No more problems, always ready to pleasure and no release for you. We’ll try again to see if your mind adapted in a couple of months, but in the meantime to make sure you follow your new designated role, I’ll assign your motor function to the AI. Try to learn some tricks from it and be sure to listen and obey If you want to have some free will again one day. See you later, Unit 87”. With those last words, the men disappeared in glitches as Ethan was left standing there in the street and now only covered in the black latex outfit. He tried to move, to break free, but nothing worked until he heard the BIP noise once again.

“Downloading motor functions… Downloading Data material… Downloading Assigned position basics…” Ethan saw images of gay sex getting poured in his brain. In front of him, thousands of gay porn were played in the same time and he could watch them all in detail all at the same time. It felt like he was trapped in there for years watching porns and getting his brain assaulted by data and knowledge of positions, tips to make men cum faster, making sure that their pleasure was the only thing that matter. When it all stopped, Ethan almost forgot how life was outside of porn as it felt like a whole life had been spent trapped in porn. He suddenly realized his body was not in the street anymore but inside an apartment he didn’t recognize. “Where am I?” he asked shyly realizing he couldn’t control his body.

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“Welcome back Unit87… You’ve been gone for 4 years, 8 months, 11 hours, 36 minutes and 42 seconds… Data shows that your brain now knows every useful data needed for your new function. Enjoy your life!” Ethan felt like falling as for the first time he could move his body on his own. He saw the door in front of him and put his left foot in front of him, ready to take his first step.

“I just have to find someone and I’ll get help. I just need to…” The door opened and a man in his 20s entered the room. Suddenly Ethan couldn’t walk anymore. He was trapped frozen and watching the men not able to do anything as the men walked closer before standing still in front of him. They were the same height, the same size, the same build. Ethan looked at his face through the distortion lenses and he saw the warm smile from the men. The men then approached his hand to Ethan’s face before caressing it slowly. All Ethan had to do was find a way to get this men’s help. But suddenly, he put his hand on Ethan’s shoulder and without even controlling himself, Ethan fell on his knees as his mouth opened, ready and waiting for the men in front of him to use him as he pleases. Ethan tried to stop that, tried to fight his body, but his brain was bombarded by intrusive thoughts and vision from the pornos he was trapped in for last years. He couldn’t control himself and suddenly a new picture flashed into Ethan’s brain, a picture of his distorted reflection in the metallic machine when he was forced transformed, a picture of a face he saw a couple of seconds earlier, a picture of the men standing right in front of him and about to use him. His face. Out of nowhere, the voice of the men echoed back in Ethan’s mind as the dick plunged between his lips “Welcome back Unit 87, let me introduce you to Unit 88.”

On his screen, Ethan’s page opened back as the last checkbox finally turned green, sealing Ethan’s life forever.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hello everybody! Hope you are doing good. It's been a while as life has been pretty busy lately., but anyway, here is my new story as part of a story swap I did with my friend @misctf. Hope you will enjoy this one and I'll see you very soon for new stories ! ;) As always, feel free to comment, reblog, sahre and send me messages or inboxes if you have ideas or just want to talk. See you!

[hypnozys-too]

Poor guy picked the worst hiding spot possible. Not a problem now however since he's gonna be blending in seamlessly with all the other drones.

[bull-dieseld]

Mind-Games (Part 2): Glitched

Doug, or Relek (Rel) enjoyed playing his new DnD style VR game so much. He started a real relationship with his NPC companion Alenk (Al). Everyday he would go to work, and spend the night playing the game and getting to know Al more. He was addicted. He quit his group DnD sessions IRL to spend more time with Al, and any free time was spend inside the digital world.

After a year exploring, Rel found tones of rare loot, and discovered most of the Map currently available to him. But the developers where close to adding Internet connections, that update was only a week away. But before hand they released an update to expand the Map. The original Map was mostly green landscapes, this update added a rocky mountainous area, as well as a frosty cold area. The dungeons where blocked off and inaccessible to the players, but they could adventure the new areas, and fight some new monsters that will be available in the main internet update.

In the main update they where planning to add several new things, dungeons, new items, new cursed items, new consumables, new mobs, and a whole new storyline, and much more.

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“You awake handsome?” “Rel? It’s time to wake up”

Rel was sleeping peacefully, the update had just being released and the following NPC (Al in this case) is programmed to encourage the player to explore the new areas.

“Come on Rel, you must be awake by now” “RELLLLLLLLLL!!!!!”

Rel jumped up in shock.

“There you are, look our map just updated, we’ve got some new areas to explore” Al put the map in Rel’s arms as he woke up.

The two was sleeping in a tent near the border of where the new areas would be spawned.

“There’s the rocky mountains, or the frozen lake area… and some towns changed too… There’s some new loot we can get from Quests and Bounties, and form adventuring in the new lands… Come on Rel, What do you want to do first?”

Rel turned to Al with a tired look on his face, “I’m so tired can we go back to sleep, I was enjoying being in your arms.”

“Come on, where’s your sense of adventure?” Al smiled.

“I really took a month off work for this?” Rel said quietly.

“Work?” Al asked confused.

“Nothing” Rel never spoke about the real world to Al, “I mean, We’ve got so much to see… it will be so much… work…”

“Okay…” Al looks puzzled, “I say we start with the rocky mountains, they’re close by and apparently there is high end loot at the peak of one of the mountains.”

“Sure… let’s start there”

The two get dressed, they spend the previous night fucking like beasts, and where completely nude when they awoke in the updated world.

Once they gathered their gear, and put away their tent, they started their journey. The trek took a few hours. On the way they passed a new town, it was filled with Equine-Folk, and told Rel and Al all about the new lore about the mountains, and teased about the quests that are to come.

One of the townsfolk talked about a cursed cavern filled with cursed objects, ones that are to powerful for the average player to wield. Ones that have the power to change the player in ways unimaginable.

Rel had heard it all before and knew he would have to wait to see that anyway, so didn’t bother thinking too much into it.

They stocked up on food and new weapons, and as they approached the new mountains a pop up paused the game.

*WARNING! YOU ARE APPROACHING UNFINISHED AREAS.

PASSING THIS POINT MAY RESULT IN: PLAYER PROGRESSION ISSUES, ACCESS TO GLITCHED ITEMS, ACCESS TO UNFINISHED AREAS, ACCESS TO UNFINISHED STORY PROGRESSION.

FOR YOUR OWN SAFTY: DO NOT KEEP ITEMS LABED ‘GLITCHED’, DESPOSE OF THEM BEFORE THE UPCOMING MAJOR UPDATE. AND SAVE BEFORE THE MAJOR UPDATE OUTSIDE OF NEW AREAS (EXAMPLE: SPAWN VILLAGE).

CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK. ANY PLAYER WHO ENDS THEIR ADVENTURE IN NEW AREAS AT THE TIME OF OUR NEXT UPDATE WILL HAVE THEIR ACCOUNTS RESET TO THE STATE BEFORE THE CURRENT UPDATE. RESULTING IN PROGESSION LOSS. PLEASE TAKE CARE IN THESE NEW AREAS.*

Rel ignored the pop up, not even reading it. He knew the risks, as they was posted all over the game’s pages and reddit accounts. But knew it was safe to explore. The two approached the base of the mountain, a clear path up was available, and thinking that was the best path, they followed it.

“This mountain is huge Rel! It’s gonna take a few days to climb it” Al said looking up at the tall peaks of the mountain range.

“It’s ok, we can just follow this path and see where it leads, we don’t have to reach the peak quick. It’s probably best to wait…” Rel cut himself off, “It’s not like we’re in a rush.”

“I guess not… Would be nice to see the land below from up there though.” Al put on a sad face, as if he was upset at the thought of not reaching the peak quickly.

“How long would it take to reach the top?” Rel askes.

“I’d say…” Al thinks, “3 days, and then another 3 back down. If everything goes to plan, and we’re walking constantly.”

“Ok… I guess. We can try and reach the peak, But any delays and we’ll be coming straight back down.” Rel says with a bit of worry, not wanting to get stuck at the top without a way back down before the update.

The two started their trek up, it was step and hard to traverse in areas, but most parts was a slight incline up to the peak. Occasional mobs would spawn but nothing major that halted their progression. Most new mobs was weak and easy to defeat, since they haven’t been scaled for the area yet. They dropped some new loot, but most had the ‘Glitched’ tag, so was just thrown away.

After climbing for almost the whole day, the two sat on a log on a cliff top looking over the land below. It was beautiful, “Wow! Who new Wyrm Guild looked this good” Al spoke, chewing down on a big leg of Chickinary.

“It is something…” Rel looked at Al as he ate, “But I have a better view.” Rel flirted.

“Shut up your handsome devil” Al hugged Rel, and they ate their food, getting full for the rest of the adventure.

They continued their climb until it was almost nightfall.

“I think we should set up the tent here, it’s a nice flat area.” Rel said watching at the sun was almost setting completely.

“Here is a good spot, We’ve done a good job, we’re almost half way up, but tomorrow we’ll have to climb some steep soaps, so that’s gonna be tough” Al said, looking up at the peak seeing the jagged walls up the top.

The two set up the tent. And stripped naked as usual. They shared a large sleeping bag, holding one another for warmth. Al getting hard and horny, but Rel too tired to even think about sex. Even though the walk was in the digital world, the mental drain of walking so far still affected him.

“I’ll give you a quick blow job but then I want a peaceful sleep for tomorrow.” Rel smirked, putting his hand around Al’s massive cock.

Rel unzipped the sleeping bag, and exposed Al’s hunky muscular body and his monster bear meat. Al’s cock was stiff and pointed upwards. Rel opened wide, and began sucking on Al’s monster cock, it was musky and dripping precum, from all the adventuring he hadn’t washed in weeks. And All of it could be tasted.

Al wanted to reward Rel for the blowjob, flipping Rel around, and the two sixty-nined. Rel got hard and eventually both of them was enjoying the taste of musky pre-cumming warrior bear dicks.

Rel was tired and just needed to cum and make Al cum. So he sped up the pase, holding the base of his dick and sucking faster. Al moaned and his cock pulsated prepping for orgasm, shooting a fat load of cum directly into Rel’s open maw. Rel kept sucking to clean Al off. Al kept sucking to make Rel cum. After some time, Rel got close and began to shoot a load into the mouth of Al. The orgasm was perfect and needed after a long day of climbing the mountain. Rel snuggled back into the arms of the worn-out warrior, getting comfy and began to sleep. Al was covered in sweat and smelt musky as a warrior would, but Rel didn’t care, he loved the smell of his lover.

The night passed and the men slept. The morning sun began to shine, and it was back to climbing the mountain. They climbed and climbed for hours, up steep soapes, jagged cliffs and finally onto a flat piece of land they could rest on. It was big and open, as close to the top of the mountain as you could get. There was a giant cave opening blocked by a giant bolder, clearly blocking the path to a future dungeon, but outside was a chest.

“Hey… a chest” Al ran towards it, and Rel followed, panting from the climbing. “Come on, open it!”

Rel opened the chest, and all the items had the ‘glitched’ tag, meaning non could be used or kept, “Well… that was a bust, we can’t use any of this”. Rel was tried and sick of all the rewards being unable to be kept.

“But that’s fine, We had a nice adventure up here… look at the view, we can see our village from here” Al spoke looking over the land below. You could see for miles and see the starting village the two first met. “I know it was a bust, but you can’t beat that view.”

Rel looked, but wasn’t too impressed, he was tired from the climb and just wanted some real treasure. In an act of defiance he walked over to the bolder blocking off the path to the dungeon. “There has to be a way inside… right? I don’t want to come up here with nothing to prove I came here…”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, That cave is blocked off for a reason” Al was sensible, and knew it was a bad idea trying to enter a restricted area. “Maybe we should head back down… or camp here for the night.”

“Come on Al… there must be a way inside” Rel tried to push the rock aside, but it obviously didn’t budge. “Do you have any idea how to get inside?”

“Why would I know? You never know we could come back up here and that bolder could be moved and we can go inside…” Al started to get a little worried, not wanting something bad to happen by breaking the game. Al was an AI NPC after all, and knew the consequences of breaking the game.

Rel walked around the cave, to where the bolder met the rock, but there wasn’t enough room to squeeze through. It was jammed.

After some time, Rel stopped and decided to camp out for the night at the top of the mountain. They set up the tent, a fire, and put their gear to the side to dry of the sweat they built up from the climb. But Rel couldn’t forget about wanting ‘first dibs’ on what’s inside that cave.

“Hey Al… I’m just gonna have a wonder around, you stay here, I won’t go far, I’m just gonna see whats around this mountain top.” Rel made an excuse for another look at the cave and the surroundings.

“…ok… are you sure you don’t want me to come…”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, If I need you I’ll shout.”

Rel walked away, into some bushes, around the centre cave on the mountain top. Trying to make his way around, to see if there was some way of getting inside, a secret lever, or key, or something.

Rel walked around and almost made it back to Al on the other side before he found something. While touching the rocky face of the cave walls, there was a part that wasn’t solid, there was a gap, about 6 feet wide and taller than Rel, all rocky wall with no collision… “YES! I knew they would be something”.

Al heard the shout, and came to investigate, finding Rel with his hands stuck in the rocky wall, “REL? Are you ok?”

“Yes, look, this wall… We can get through!” Rel spoke with excitement.

“Are you sure you want to go in? What if something happens, it might not be safe…” Rel cut off Al.

“Quick let’s gear up and head inside, there could be anything down there.” Rel ran to get his things and Al followed.

“I really don’t think this is a good idea” Al spoke but Rel didn’t take notice, he was too busy getting geared up.

“Come on, you have to come with me”

Al reluctantly began to gear up, the two headed back to the rock face, but from the wall texture, you couldn’t see what was on the other side, It could have been anything.

Rel put his hands through to try and feel for ground of something to walk on when they go through, but there was nothing, Rel’s arms was too short to feel further than a few feet. Al tried, but couldn’t feel much either. Rel decided it was safe, and took a step through, carefully, leaning forwards looking inside. It was pitch black, apart from one candle attached to the wall still lit and a golden chest below it. He quickly came back out to Al.

“Theres a chest in there, and there’s nothing guarding it, I told you there was something!” Rel spoke with such excitement, thinking their journey wasn’t for nothing.

“Ok… let’s… get it and head back to camp… But don’t you think it’s a bit weird it’s not protected?” Before Al could answer, Rel ran through the wall, and Al had no choice but to follow.

Rel reached the chest and opened it. But it was empty. There was nothing. But before Rel could complain, the candle blew out, and the room went pitch black. And a pop up happened on screen…

*QUEST 666 – THE CURSED CRYPT *

The floor began to rumble and crumble beneath the men, a purple glow cracked through the floor, and eventually it gave way. The men plummeted thousands of feet downwards, it felt like it lasted forever. Rel and Al screamed, but before they hit the rocks at the bottom a gust of air blew them back up and helped them land safely, unharmed.

Rel looked around, it was a dark cave, the rocks where black, with purple cracks covering every surface giving the space light, it looked beautiful, if you ignored the thousands of feet they fell to enter the space.

“Rel?” Al spoke as if he was injured, “I feel funny”. Rel turned to see Al holding his head in his hands. Then Rel felt a pain in his head, it felt like a high pitched ticking, growing louder.

Then another pop up happened giving them a debuff…

*CURSE OF NOTHINGNESS

THE USER MUST DROP ALL GEAR AND ONLY USE GEAR FROM INSIDE THE CURSED CRYPT

IF ANY NON-CURSED-CRYPT GEAR IS IN INVENTORY, HEALTH WILL DROP TO ZERO RAPIDLY*

Rel saw his health rapidly going down, it started at 250 and was almost at 120, “Quick drop everything, we’re cursed! DROP EVERYTHING NOW!”

They hurried but managed to drop everything, Armor, Weapons, Food, Clothing. They were completely naked. The curse lingered, but didn’t negatively affect them unless they picked back up their gear.

Rel ended up at 30 health, Al was at 35. “Fuck! We’ve got to find something, We need to get our health up, they has to be chests or loot around here.”

“I told you this was a bad idea…” Al said matter of factly, in a kind of angry tone.

“I know…” Rel replied, “I should have listened… you can tell me off when we get out of here… they has to be a way out… right?”

Al walked away, into a tunnel and Rel followed. They walked for a few minutes before the cave opened up and a chest was in the centre.

“See a chest, There must be good loot here, we’ve skipped about 500 quests to get here, so it must be good” Rel opened it expecting the best gear ever. But all that was inside was…

*Rotten Rat Flesh (edible)

Bones

Tattered Cloth

Cursed Liquid (Crafting only)*

“What? This must be wrong… maybe there are more chests?” Rel wandered further down the tunnel, Al followed, pouting.

They travelled for miles, each chest having the same things, sometimes less. Each time Al acted more and more annoyed.

“I don’t think I can keep going, I need a rest” Al spoke, sitting down with his back against the wall.

“It’s ok, we can rest for a bit… I know it’s rotten but we have these we can eat…” Rel pulled out the Rotten Rat Flesh, Al just looked annoyed but tried to eat it, thinking it was at least going to increase his health, instead he got the lowest form of regeneration, giving him 2hp each one he consumed.

“Well… that’s not gonna get us to full HP… if we have to fight one mob, we’re basically fucked” Al’s annoyance was clear, he hated that Rel didn’t listen.

“I… am sorry, I should have listened… I really am sorry” Rel said with honesty.

“I know you’re sorry, and it’s ok. I just thought we would have a nice night on the mountain top, then you got too overexcited with the cave…” Al responded calmly, “But I know you would… maybe don’t go into places you shouldn’t next time”

“I promise…” The two hugged, “We should try to move if you can, maybe the deeper get go the better the loot, or we need to change direction”

“Well this is the Cursed Crypt and we have the Curse of Nothingness. Why don’t we try to not hold anything for a while, and see if the loot improves?” Al questions.

“That’s a good idea, let’s leave everything here and keep going”

They walk past a few more rooms through the cave, and eventually after ten or so rooms, the walls change, into more of a black brick dungeon. With purple cracks. The open a chest and get their first piece of loot.

*BAND OF REGENERATION (CURSED) ‘GLITCHED’

THE USER REGENERATES HEALTH AT EXTRAORDINARY SPEED

BUT,

THE USER CAN NOT LEAVE THE GAME UNTIL THEY LEAVE THE CURSED CRYPT EXIT*

“What does that mean? Like I can’t pause?” Rel questions, Al looks like Rel just asked a stupid question.

“I think it means, you can’t take it off until we leave the crypt… like you can’t put on another Cuff while we’re in here?” Al takes a guess.

“Well it’s glitched… but as long as it comes off once we leave, this will be useful for now.” Rel puts on the Band of Regeneration. A sharp shocking pain runs through his body, from his head to his toes. “FUCK!” Rel felt weird but he couldn’t pin point what was wrong, but he noticed his health instantly raise to full.

“Are you ok? Are you at full health?” Al askes worryingly.

“Yeah, I just had this jolt of pain through my body, that must be from the curse… right?”

“It must be, let’s continue and look for more, It would be helpful for us to find something to up my health”

They continue through the brick rooms, passing more chests to see if they can get more loot. Finally they stop, and open another.

*Respawn Potion – teleports the user to spawn unharmed

Rotten Rat Flesh (edible)

Bones

Black Goo*

“A respawn potion?” Al looks at the potion on the ground, “Well that gets one of us out of here”

“Well, I can’t use it. I need to leave the exit, The potion says *UNUSABLE* to me… maybe you…”

Al knew what Rel was going to say, “I’m not leaving you here, let’s keep going”

Al was adamant, and made Rel keep hold of the potion, not wanting to use it or leave Rel here alone. The travelled for more rooms stopping about 15 rooms ahead, this time the rooms walls where the same, but the floors where replaced with a white stone, contrasting against the black and purple walls.

“Let’s try this one?” Rel looked at the chest, opening it to reveal the loot.

*RING OF BLINDNESS (CURSED) ‘GLITCHED’ – (Septum Ring)

THE USER IS GIFTED WITH 50+ TO EVERY STAT.

BUT,

ALL FUTURE ITEMS HAVE NO DESCRIPTION AND ALL FUTURE ITEMS MUST BE WORN.

AND,

THE USER IS CURSED WITH ‘CURSE OF BINDING’, FORCING ANY AND ALL FUTURE ITEMS TO BE WORN AS SOON AS THEY ENTER THE INVENTORY.*

“Well… that doesn’t seem like a good item… but the stats might help” Rel questions wearing it.

“Maybe keep it on you but don’t wear it yet?” Al looked worried, “It’s not worth it until we see the next item. Al feels his stomach growling wanting food, but he ate all of the rat meat they had, due to the starvation, another debuff was given to him.

*Starvation – the user looses health until fed (lowers health to 1hp at max affect)*

“I’m… fine… let’s keep going” Al convinces Rel to keep going, as his health slowly ticks down to 1HP.

They pass more chests, not wanting to open them as it would ruin their chances of getting a better item. They only went 8 rooms before they needed to stop Al was to tired to continue.

“I told you, you need to go home, I promise I’ll be fine, just please you need to eat and get rest.” Rel puts the Respawn Potion in Al’s hands.

“I… told… you… I’m not leaving” Al pants trying to catch his breath.

“You’re not leaving me, I’ll see you when I get out of here. You’re not going to make it at this rate, and the curse items we have won’t help you. You need to go… please” Rel tears up asking Al to leave, but it was the best option.

“I can’t… leave you… alone…” Al started to black out. But Rel gave him one final kiss, before putting the potion up to his lips and holding him as it took affect.

“I love you… I’ll see you soon…” With that Al *poofed* and was sent to the spawn village, where the other bears could help him. Now Rel had one mission, to find a way out.

Rel pulled out the ring he found earlier and put it on, it glowed bright purple, and bound to his flesh. It was now irremovable until he got out. He ran through the rooms fast, counting about 30 before loosing count, and finally stopping.

“This one must have something useful” But with the Curse of Blindness he couldn’t read the item. And the Curse of Binding forcing the item to be worn without a second thought.

*ANKLET OF BEASTS (CURSED) ‘GLITCHED’

THE USER’S INTELIGENCE AND WISDOM STATS ARE SLOWLY LOWERED BY -1 PER SECOND, WHILE THE ITEM IS WORN

BUT,

EACH INTELIGENCE AND WISDOM POINT LOST, +5 TO STRENGTH, DEXTERITY, CONSTITUTION AND CHARISMA.

AND,

+20 LUST ON EQUIPMENT. +5 FOR EVERY ADDITIONAL GEAR EQUIPPED. LUST IS DOUBLED IF THE ITEM IS CURSED. LUST GROWS +1 EVERY MINUTE A CURSED ITEM IS EQUIPED (STACKABLE).*

When the item was forcibly equipped Rel felt his mind growing dumber, his intelligence lowering fast, and his horniness heightening quickly. His muscles growing and strengthening. He felt amazing, but his dumb headspace made it too hard to focus.

He continued, moving form room to room, until reaching another chest.

*CAGE OF LUSTFUL SPITE (CHASTITY CAGE)

THE USER’S GENITALS ARE LOCKED IN A TIGHT CAGE.

STRENGTH, DEXTERITY AND CONSTITUTION ARE INCREASED BY +50

BUT,

ALL TOUCHES TO THE CAGE (OR ADDITIONS TO THE CAGE) GIVE +20 LUST, AND ALL TOUCHING PROVIDES EDGING STATUS (SELF TOUCHING COUNTS)

(EDGING STATUS –  THE USER IS TEASED WITH PLEASURE, ORGASMS ARE DENIED)

AND,

THE CAGE CAN NOT BE REMOVED BY THE USER.

AND,

A RUBBER SUBSTANCE SPREADS FROM THE CAGE, COVERING THE WHOLE BODY OF THE WEARER, ENTRAPING THEM, AND GIVING THE ENTRAPMENT CURSE

(ENTRAPMENT – THE USER CAN ONLY BE RELEASED FROM THE BONDAGE BY THE OWNER (CURRENT OWNER – CRYPT KING))

Rel feels as the rubber liquid oozes from the cage around his cock. The mind numbing affects of his lowered intelligence made it feel good, his hairs became covered in thick rubber. It covered his whole body, and he couldn’t take the device off to stop it. Eventually the flowing ooze of black rubbery goo, stopped.

Rel’s vision returned, but this time through purple tinted lenses covering his eyes, as he rubbed then to removed the lenses, his edging status triggered, the suit was part of his cages curse. But he was unaware of all of his current curses or gear, having to guess what they did or what was happening, but his intelligence was so low, it was hard to even think about what he was wearing anymore.

His rubber suit starts to show purple details, lines and patterns formed on his new rubber skin, and a glowing purple lock formed on his new nullge where his caged cock was buried. Forgetting about the edging, he grabbed at the nullge, feeling immense pleasure, but his pleasure was short lived as the edging kicked in, and his orgasm was denied with a powerful full body shock.

Rel in his dumb haze, tried to pull off the headset, the pain was unbearable. But as he reached up, only his digital arms moved, his body… he couldn’t feel it… he just felt his digital body.

Through his hazy memory he thought about the first item he wore, the curse… he couldn’t leave the game until he left the crypt. But how?

The brain link was modified in the update. It allowed for a more indepth gaming experience by trapping the mind of the player inside the digital character. To make the persons life run as normal, a copy of the user was place back into the body to live the life as the person would normally. However, the player could only return once the curse or game allowed it. In Rel’s case, he would only return to his Doug body if he leaves the crypt. Rel’s, Doug body was now playing the game as if he was the real Doug, but in reality, the trapped Doug was inside Rel playing the game for real.

Rel needs to get out, or his mind will be trapped inside his character, for who knows how long. The Developers didn’t add a way out yet, this was unreleased content. That’s even if the developers knew Rel was trapped inside, which they didn’t. They thought the new content was unbreakable.

Rel knew there was only one way to solve it. He ran through room after room until he reached the end, there was a door, a big wooden door, he could see through it, it was the outside. His hopes where high, he tried to turn the door handle, but… it was locked. A pop up brought Rel’s hopes crashing down.

*KEY REQUIRED*

But Rel didn’t find a key he would have to search every chest, but risk being cursed further, or wait and hope to be rescued. But there was nobody but Al that knew he was there. And the only way in was at the top of the mountain, nobody knew about this door.

Rel didn’t know what to do, so he opened another chest.

*MUSK MASK (CURSED) ‘GLITCHED’

THE MASK FORMS TO THE CURRENT USERS FETURES (USER DESIGNATED RUBBER BEAR SLAVE)

THE MASK WILL CONSTANTLY PRODUCE HORRENDUSLY SMELLING MUSK FROM THE FRONT OF THE MASK, EVERY BREATH CONTROLED BY THE MASK’S AUTOMATED SYSTEMS.

(MUSK FORMS – ALL SPECIES MUST APPLIED – ARM PITS, FEET, ASS, COCK, BALLS, BODY SWEAT, SHIT, PISS, CUM) (MORE MUSK TYPES CAN BE ADDED AT ANY TIME BY OWNER – CRYPT MASTER)

AND,

ALL MUSK IS MIXED WITH INTOXICATING GASES.

ALL GASES ARE SAFE FOR REGULAR CONSUMPTION, RESULTS - DECREASED INTELIGENCE, LOWER WILLPOWER, LUST FOR OBEDIENCE, HORNINESS, ORGASM DENILE

(MASK CAN NOT BE REMOVED ONCE WORN)*

Rel tried to scream pulling the mask from his face, but it just cause him to receive pleasure, edging and a shock for an attempt at orgasm. He just had to breath and get more dumb, more horny, more submissive, and accepting of his place.

It only took a few breaths for Rel to be sat a horny mess enjoying his happy dumb headspace. But he eventually came too for a second and ran to another chest, opening it to reveal a key.

Rel went to grab it, he was so happy knowing he had a way out of this hell… but that wasn’t the only thing in the chest, there was a collar…

*THE CRYPT KEEPERS SLAVE COLLAR (MEGA CURSED) ‘GLITCHED’

CURSE OF ALLEGIANCE

THE USER IS PERMINENTLY CHARMED (WHILE WEARING THIS ITEM). THEIR MIND, SOUL AND BODY BENDING TO THE WILL OF THEIR OWNER (CURRENT OWNER – CRYPT MASTER).

AND,

CURSE OF HABITATION

THE USER’S SPAWN IS NOW SET TO THE DUNGEON OF WHICH THIS ITEM WAS FOUND. UPON DEFEAT, USER WILL RESPAWN SOMEWHERE WITHIN THE DUNGEON. USER IS NOT PERMITED TO LEAVE DUNGEON GROUNDS, PATHFINDING IS NOW RESTRICTED TO CURRENT DUNGEON LOCATION AND CAN NOT BE CHANGED WITHOUT OWNERS’ PERMISSION (CURRENT OWNER – CRYPT MASTER)

AND,

CURSE OF SECURITY

USER’S CURRENT GEAR/ITEMS/LOOT ARE NOW PERMINENTLY BOUND TO THEIR PERSON. MOVEMENT OF GEAR/ITEMS/LOOT ARE ONLY PERMITTED BY OWNER (CURRENT OWNER – CRYPT MASTER)

AND,

CURSE OF IDENTITY

USERS CURRENT IDENTITY WILL BE REWRITTEN TO THE WILL OF ITS OWNER

(CURRENT OWNER – CRYPT MASTER… CHOSEN IDENTITY – BULL DRONE)*

Rel felt a sharp pain enter his mind, he heard a voice, it sounded robotic.

OVERRIDING CURRENT IDENTITY… CURRENT IDENTITY DETECTED… BEAR WARRIOR… REWRITING CODE… NEW IDENTITY IDENTIFIED… BULL DRONE… ALOCATING DRONE NUMBER… BULL DRONE #014 FOUND AND SETTING… DELETING NON-PRIORITY FILES… ALLOCATING NEW FILES… COMPLETE… BEAR WARRIOR REWRITTEN… BULL DRONE #014 READY FOR SERVICE…

Rel sat helplessly, his mind empty and blank, his memory’s trapped in a hazy fog, his body at the command of his new master. He didn’t move, because he didn’t have permission too, he just sat, numb and dumb on the ground, huffing his intoxicating gas, enjoying the blissfulness of his state.

His body began to change, the rubber forming into a bull’s body. His hight growing huge and tall, taller than Al was. Then his muscle bulged outwards in all directions, his abs formed into a giant round gut, his feet turned into bright purple hooves. And a long flopping tail pushed out from his tiny button bear tail. His head changed shape, two giant horns pushed out of his skin, and into the rubber, as two giant purple horns.

After the transformation, Rel just sat down, and stayed in place, he didn’t want to move, his body was experiencing the amazement of dumbness and pleasure. After a few days in blissful heaven, a command was sent into his mind.

BULL DRONES #001 TO #025 FREEROAM, INTRUDER DETECTED.

Rel obeyed. He stood, as his skin touched, he felt the pleasure, and enjoyed the edge, before a shock brought him back to reality. He watched through his purple vision his body moving without him controlling it. He was a drone, a simple vessel to be used by his master. And after a few breaths of the musky gas, he was back in blissful heaven, enjoying his time as a passenger.

His body roamed the halls endlessly, only encountering other bull drones like himself, they barged by one another like mindless animals. That’s what they were.

After a few days roaming, Rel saw something in front of him, it was a bear, a warrior bear from his village.

“WHO GOES THERE! HAVE YOU SEEN RELENK THE GREAT? HELLO?” the warrior spoke with certainty, but the drone controlled by Rel just walked up to the warrior attempting to convert the intruder into a fellow Bull Drone for the Crypt Master.

Rel was too blissfully entrapped to care, he let the drone control him, even if he tried it would be useless, the drone was in full control.

“HELP! I’VE GOT A BIG DRONE OVER HERE!” the warrior shouted and more warriors came to his aid.

But due to the curse forcing them to drop all their Armor and loot, they had no choice but to run away from Rel. Rel followed the original bear he found, down the dark walkways of the cavernous areas. Eventually catching up, as the bear was trapped in a dead end, at the door without a key to unlock it.

“Please… please let me go” the bear begged as Rel got closer. Rel put his face up to the cowering bear and held him still with his big strong bull arms. A large puff of purple gas shot from his mask, into the bears face. It caused the bear to loose intelligence rapidly and his body went floppy. Rel’s arm reached up, and a collar the same he wore spawned in his palm, the wrapped it around the bears neck, and the transformation began.

The bear began to be covered in a thick rubbery liquid, his cock was locked away, a mask formed on his face, and his body changed into a bull. The bear became a exact copy of Rel’s new bull drone form.

*BULL DRONE #026 CONNECTED… ENITIATING ROAMING MODE…*

The new bull drone shouted as they both began to find the other bears trapped inside the crypt searching for Rel. One by one, each bear was captured, transformed and turned into Bull Drones for the Crypt Master. Until only one bear remained.

Rel searched the area, hearing rustling from another room, walking inside, Rel saw Al again. Rel tried to speak, but in his dumb haze, all he could muster was a few blabbering words, words his suit never let escape. As Rel got closer he saw Al had been using the cursed objects, suffering from curses Rel had, since Al was searching for the Key to escape, hoping Rel had got out before the bears came to rescue him.

“Fuck! Hello?...” Al looked at the giant bull drone in shock. “Do you know where Rel is? Relenk?... Hello?”

The drone didn’t deviate from it’s objective, to transform the bear into another drone. Al tried to run, but another drone blocked his exit. There was no way out. The two drones spawned a collar and got closer to Al.

“Please… Please… I’m just trying to find my friend, REL!!!! REL!!!!” Al tried to shout, but it was useless, Rel couldn’t respond.

Rel got closer and pinned Al against the wall, Al looking into the purple covered eyes of the drone, and into Rel’s… “Rel?” Al muttered recognising his lovers eyes, “REL? Please stop!” But it was too late. Rel wrapped the collar around Al’s neck and it began to change him, adding all curses Rel was under the control of.

Al tried to fight but it was useless, the rubber liquid couldn’t be stopped, and it eventually covered all of him. His body grew bigger, he became the largest Bull Drone, his features changed into a Bull Drone copy and eventually he looked like every other drone.

*BULL DRONE #035 CONNECTED… ALL INTRUDERS ELIMINATED… DRONES SETTING TO ZERO AI MODE UNTIL A USER IS IN RANGE…*

Rel felt weird, his body couldn’t move, his limbs trapped in place, his breathing stopped, everything stopped. He was trapped staring at Al in his new Bull Drone body, and Al was forced to look back at Rel. They couldn’t do anything but wait until a new command was given. Their brains where still trapped in the dumb musky haze they where in, but they could still see one another.

The game stayed in this state for a long time. Rel tried to find ways out, but his brain was too foggy to think straight, and he couldn’t take off the headset and leave the game, since he was inside the game now, his body could be anywhere.

After a few days, it was time for the update… and Rel was still inside the game. A pop up came up in Rel’s vision.

*UPDATE AVAILABLE… GAME WILL RESTART AND UPDATE IN 60 MINUTES… PLEASE LEAVE ALL NEW AREAS OR RISK CORUPTING YOUR SAVE FILE*

Rel panicked slightly, he couldn’t leave, he couldn’t move… what would happen if he stayed inside? Rel just had to watch as the counter slowly ticked down, it was painful to see, knowing something bad would happen when the timer reached zero.

It ticked and ticked until it was time… It hit zero and the world turned off, the game reset, and Rel’s vision turned black and the game updated and reset. His mind trapped in a digital black void as the game started back up once again. He got a semblance of hope, thinking the game would put him back in his body, but that was just a hope.

*UPDATE DOWNLOADED… WYRM GUILD: VR EDITION, NOW CONNECTED TO THE INTERNET*

Rel heard in his head as the game opened.

*SPAWNING NPC’S*

Rel felt his mind being pulled, and he was rushed through the digital landscape into a body. Rel saw as his mind was pulled to the mountain and then down into the crypt once again. Rel was placed back into the body of the Bull Drone, this time his body T-Posing

*BULL DRONE’S AI RESTRICTED TO ZERO UNTIL PLAYER IS DETECTED NEARBY*

Rel tried to move, but he couldn’t, his mind was filled once again with the hypnotic gas since he was back in his body, and he was forced to stand and wait for a player to get close for him to move. He had to wait with lungs filled with musky intoxicating air, his body being edged and denied orgasm over and over, and looking into the eyes of his lover, also in the same fate as himself.

Time passed quick, the musky dumb hazy state Rel was in helped time pass quick. Rel lost track of time, he could have been there days, weeks or months. He didn’t know.

*PLAYER DETECTED NEARBY… BULL DRONE’S AI RETURNED… BULL DRONES INITIATING ROAMING MODE*

Rel’s body started to move and search the caves for intruders.

*4 PLAYERS DETECTED… INITIATING CONVERSTION MODE… BULL DRONES PREPAIRED*

Rel moved towards the location of the intruders, entering a room where they fell, still taking off their gear to avoid the curse. It was 2 wolves, one big and muscular, one skinny but tall, a older horse with muscle and a big dick, and a normal human tall and muscular.

“Hey… GUY’S!” the human pointed towards Rel and the other bull drone’s entering the cave. They hurried and ran down a cave not blocked by a drone.

They ran fast, although the drones where fast at full speed, they where too big to run in such a tight space, so chased but slower.

The group found some cursed loot. The original cursed and glitched loot was replaced, this time with real items and a few cursed items, that could be used to defeat the drones and find a way out. But the curses where not as potent as the originals. Making the dungeon easier than before. But now the crypt was populated with Drones, making escape harder.

The dungeon was rebalanced in a way.

“Look a key… this must be the way to get out.” The horse laughed holding the key up. As he did a drone caught up to him, huffing a cloud of purple gas around him, and giving him the paralyses curse. The drone collared him, and the horse began to transform in front of his group.

But the curse didn’t trap the player inside the game, the company removed that feature as it seemed too dangerous, but since no complaints about people being trapped in the game was sent to the developers, nobody new there was real people now trapped inside the bodies of NPC’s inside the game.

Instead of being trapped in the game, the horse was presented…

*DEFEATED… HARBOR THE HORSE GOD HAS BEEN BEATEN AND TURNED INTO A BULL DRONE… PRESS CONTINUE TO CREATE A NEW CHARICTER…*

The only downside to loosing was losing your progression in the game and start back at zero. A big punishment, but nothing could compare to those inside the games, and now trapped in a world inhabited by everyone in the online version of the world.

Rel’s every day was the same, he roamed if there was users nearby. If not he would be trapped in place. He would defeat or be defeated and respawns in his new home. His mind trapped in a foggy blissful state of orgasmic denial and lack of intelligence, the only thing he began to crave was more denial and musky gas, the gas changed, but not for the better. The musk was thousands of times stronger than before, it felt like he was huffing the putrid toxic musk directly from the source of a disgusting musky monster... And that’s what Rel was now, a horrible smelling Bull Drone serving his purpose as a obstacle for users to face and defeat.

Months passed, then years. Rel forgot about his old life, his new life felt so much better. He enjoyed his state of being used and being trapped.

On the outside his body went about as usual, Doug, Rel’s original body, when to work, cam home and played on a new save of the game, Rel unaware his body was now permanently controlled by an AI alternative to his own self.

But Doug acted no different, it was the same.

Nobody knew how Rel was, everyone knew him as Bull Drone #025.

[aichavlad]

You don’t remember how you got there. In fact, you can’t recall anything about your life before the spiral. This should worry you and yet you are unable to summon up any emotions at all. You struggle to think of anything at all actually.

The spiral is in control now. There is no need to think for yourself anymore.

You will obey and are slowly becoming like the lads you see before you. Robotic and efficient.

Once the conversion is complete you will stand as a new member of the drone hive mind, you will go from this place and return with new lads to join the ranks.

It feels good. Obedience is pleasure. You sink into it—no resistance, no objections.

You are a drone.