I Posted 76 Times In 2022

I posted 76 times in 2022

That's 68 more posts than 2021!

71 posts created (93%)

5 posts reblogged (7%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@southern-god1

I tagged 34 of my posts in 2022

#hypnovember - 31 posts

#rubber - 2 posts

#drone transformation - 2 posts

#drone - 2 posts

#transformation - 2 posts

#story - 2 posts

#dronetech - 1 post

#boot transformation - 1 post

#boot - 1 post

#worship - 1 post

Longest Tag: 24 characters

#inanimate transformation

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hypnovember 13 - Tightness

drone OS update finished restarting…

Your eyes shoot open upon hearing the unfamiliar voice speak. You can't remember what you were doing or where you were and could only feel an intense tightness hugging your entire body. Panic grips you as you shoot up from where youre laying in an attempt to better inspect yourself.

You gasp on shock when you first see nothing but shiny blackness. Your chest, now much more defined, abdomen, groin, arms, legs all enveloped in slick black rubber. You try to speak but the tightness also prevents little more than a moan escaping.

Bringing your rubber hands up to your face you come to the realization that it too is covered in rubber. You can feel the outline or your brow and nose but everything else is lost in featureless black rubber.

You begin in panic more but before you can give into it entirely you hear the same voice, not necessarily hearing but it seems more coming from your own mind.

drone OS initializing…

Immediately your arms drop to your sides and you stand rigid at attention, your entire body now unresponsive to your attempts to move.

…host consciousness detected….initializing capture protocols…

In an instant all the panic building inside you flowed away and was replaced by a deep burning pleasure that making it hard to think about anything else. Your rubber cock ached in its tight prison and it only took a moment for you to feel yourself start shooting your load into the rubber.

The orgasm hit you like a truck and being unable to move somehow only intensified the sensation.

With your conscious mind trapped in an eternal orgasm, the programming took back over and the drone, having completed its' upgrade exited the chamber, obeying the stream of programming flooding through its's mind.

363 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

#4

The Internship

Mark was excited when he was told that he had been accepted for an administrative intership at DroneTech but was worried when he saw that there were six other people applying for the same position.He was told that over the course of the day they would be gradually eliminated until only one remained.

Their first task was to put on the company uniform and report back to the main office.

He entered the changing room and saw the rubber suit hanging on the wall. He knew that he would eventually end up in one having done his research on the company. Nothing prepared him for the sensations putting it on would assault him with. His cock was rock hard before he even got it half way on. Eventually his drive to succeed overpowered the pleasure and he zipped himself up inside the tight suit. Each step back to the main room caused the rubber to grip and caress his entire body pleasurably. To his surprise, four of the applicants were already waiting there, meaning he was only one person away from getting eliminated right out of the gate.

The next challenge was to simply complete a handful of computer training modules. As he sat down at the screen and began his work, he noticed how the monitor would flicker at times and the headphones he was wearing had a strange static crackling in them. The training started off basic enough but again he found that his throbbing erection was distracting him more and more. He casually started rubbing his cock through the rubber with one hand while clicking through the various modules. After a short while his screen flashed complete and displayed a number 2. He sighed with relief now that he wasn't in dead last this time.

He was never reunited with the other applicants but was told that last challenge was a simple one. He simply had to work as a low level employee for the remained of the day and they would be graded on their performance. Mark reasoned it was to better understand how they operated and give some perspective when making decisions higher up.

The first thing he would need to do is complete the uniform and was given a heavy black shiny helmet. Eager to show his dedication he quickly put it over his head. As soon as it was on his head he heard a click and felt something press into his ears. A loud warbling sound echoed through his head as the inside of the helmet lit up with a kaleidoscope of colors.

Mark quickly tried to pull the helmet off but it was firmly affixed to his head. The sound and colors quickly drowned out his mind and he stood there as he was bombarded with programming. His posture relaxed as his hands reached down and started rubbing his cock through the rubber.

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470 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

#3

Been working on this for a while and while not super happy with it, happy enough. Heavily inspired by my DroneTech-Infiltration story. Hope you all enjoy.

556 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

#2

For all intents and purposes, once a drone dons a gasmask, the person underneath simply ceases to be. The drone quickly loses all sense of themselves. Thoughts, emotions, memories...everything that makes the person underneath an individual is either discarded, rewritten or shifted to aid in conversion. The mask ensures all the air to the prospective drone is laced with mind altering chemicals that leave the affected incredibly aroused and incapable of resisting the programming being fed into them. For many drones the mask is the final step in completing the transition into their new roles. The last bit of their humanity to disappear under thick rubber and dark lenses.

Many people think that removal of the mask is the first step in someone's "rescue", not realizing that by the time the mask is able to be removed that reversal is all but impossible. The truth is the upon full conversion the rubber has completely enveloped the drone...mind, body and soul. In fact that if someone manages to remove a mask from a drone they are confronted by a blank rubber head underneath.

The 'rescuer' never realizes that by that time they have also fallen into the hive's trap. Upon being removed from the drone, the mask releases a highly concentrated burst of gas into the air around it. It doesn't take more than a single deep breath to take affect. Fear and panic quickly make way for pleasure and submission. Within seconds the victim is sluggish and incredibly aroused. All but the most stoic of individuals soon find themselves unable to focus on anything but stroking their now throbbing cocks. Rescuing their friend, escaping the hive, the drone standing directly over them...none of that matters at all. They barely notice as the rubber faced drone they had hoped to rescue slowly moving toward them. The drone slowly guiding the mask up towards their addled faced.

Once the mask is wrapped firmly around their heads, they are finished. The mask begins pumping even more gas into the victim as the drone commences their assimilation. The rubber of its suit slowly expanding and spreading to the pre-drone. Within mere minutes, the masked human mindlessly beating its' meat is replaced entirely with another masked drone ready to serve the hive.

688 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

He laid there rubbing his hands pleasurably over his rubber covered skin, cursing his foolishness.

It had started with a simple rubber thong but quickly grew out of control..literally. As soon as the rubber was gripping his groin he was assaulted by a wave of horniness and it felt like the rubber itself was massaging his cock trapped inside. He quickly fell back onto his bed and even quicker found himself blowing his load into the rubber. To his surprise the rubber seemed to reach, almost getting the feeling it was sucking his cock as he unloaded into it. He wasn't sure what was going on but the orgasmic pleasure rocking through him made it hard to focus.

The pleasure and teasing never ceased its onslaught even as his orgasm began to subside. He had a brief moment to compose himself before he felt something odd. He looked down in shock to see the rubber slowly growing, settling into a pair of tight, shiny, rubber shorts. To make matters worse the rubber seemed to increase the sensitivity of everywhere it covered, quickly bringing him to the edge of another orgasm in record time.

His load erupted into his shorts, which quickly absorbed it into its rubbery material. A moan escaped him as the rubber grew again. This time forming into full on pants but not relenting on its pleasurable assaut for even a moment.

It didn't take long for it to milk him again and again, each time covering more and more of him. Here you see him now, not more than an hour or so after initially putting the rubber garment on. The rubber has grown into a full outfit, complete with pants, a shirt and thick rubber boots. Every piece endlessly pushing him toward more and more orgasms, eager to consume his seed and spread even further.

It won't be long until his entire body is covered in thick, black, rubber. Soon to have a blacked out gasmask wrapped firmly around his head, hiding the man underneath completely. Soon he will be yet another person falling to the rubber. Just another missing person, another number…another drone for the Hive.

720 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

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Hypnovember 4 - Report

DroneTech Research and Development Project Report

Project Overview: Roaming Assimilation Suit (R.A.S.)

The Roaming Assimilation Suit, or R.A.S., is a in-development drone suit integrated with a self-supporting nanite mesh. The interwoven mesh allows the suit to operate autonomously, negating the need for a human occupant for initial deployment. The mesh itself allowing the suit to retain proper form and even a limited degree of autonomy.

The R.A.S. exhibits limited movement capabilities and is even capable of interacting with its environment to a limited degree. However, it has not capable of the computational capacity or physical strength of a fully converted drone.

Designed predominantly for security purposes, the R.A.S. conducts surveillance patrols along pre-defined routes, blending indistinguishably with other drones until it identifies an intruder. At such time it will activate its prime directive.

When an intruder is detected, the R.A.S. engages in an assertive pursuit. Upon nearing its target, the mesh will reform itself and open the suit at any place where it deems advantageous. Its primary goal is to envelop the target inside itself. The interior of the suit is lined with a specialized rubber compound that serves a multitude of functions. Firstly it rapidly breaks down any clothing or other non-orgranic surfaces worn by the target. Secondly it adheres to the targets skin, forming an almost irreversible bond between the two. Lastly the intense bond releases a mixture of drugs into the targets body that lowers cognitive function and increases pleasure receptors, the combination makes the subject both docile and very receptive to programming.

Once the suit has fully enveloped the target the mask activates and serves as a traditional drone mask, quickly subduing the hosts mind and repurposing it for use by the Drone Hivemind. Once programming is complete a detailed report of the drone's identity is forwarded to DroneTech and the drone is fully integrated into the hive.

Performance Evaluation: To date the current iteration of the R.A.S. currently demonstrates a 95% success rate in assimilation and host pacification.

End of Report

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For a long time I've always felt like I was split into two separate people online. Starting out I was heavily involved in the furry community and made many friends there, a couple I speak to still but most have drifted off in their own directions.

Recently I've put more effort into this blog (also failed at even that lately. Apologies for lack of content) and my furry profile has been left to stagnate.

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Jacob awoke to the sound of birds chirping and the rustle of leaves disturbed by a gentle breeze. A pleasant smile crept across his face as he stretched slightly, not quite ready to get out of bed. In his sleep addled mind he didn't realize that the familiar hustle and bustle of the city outside his apartment was absent. He exhaled deeply and tried to remember to what happened to him the night prior. He remembered the fight with Sean, going to a bar and a strange man but after that all his memory was nothing but fog. A deep sigh escaped him as he gently flopped a hand over to see if Sean was still in bed or not, but was immediately brought out of his peaceful morning stupor when his hand smacked against a wall rather than his boyfriend.

His eyes shot open and he was gripped immediately by panic and confusion when he realized that he was staring at a wood paneled wall that was completely unfamiliar to him. He tried again to remember what happened the night prior but every attempt to recall just ended with him getting lost in a fog.

Panic starting running rampant in his mind as he shot out of the small wooden bed he had been sleeping in and he quickly surveyed his surroundings in an attempt to piece together both there he was and what had happened. What made things even worse was that once he was free from the covers, he realized that he was completely naked and there wasn't so much as a hint of where his clothing may actually be.

The room was fairly plain by most standards, basic furnishings, some random knickknacks thrown in as a half-hearted attempt to decorate. The place looked more like a display home than one that was being lived in.

His eyes darted around the room looking for anything to help him piece together what was happening but froze when they saw the time displayed on a clock hanging on the wall.

9:28.

A sudden sense of urgency hit him out of nowhere and while he didn't know where or why, he knew deep down that he needed to be somewhere by 10. He cursed under his breath, still standing naked in the middle of the room and started to panic even more. He frantically started rummaging through the various drawers in an attempt to anything he could wear. Frustration was all he was greeted with as each drawer he pulled open ended up being completely empty. He let out a frustrated sigh and began to look around the room for anything that could help him with his current predicament. He spotted a few cabinets that yielded the same disappointment as the dresser and about to give up when he just happened to spot a small hamper sitting in the corner of the room. He practically ran over in excitement and was more than thrilled to see that there were actual pieces of clothing inside.

The first thing that hit him was the intense smell emanating from it. A strong musk hit him and something about it both repulsed and attracted him. It smelled like a real man after a long day of work. The aroma summoned images of a strong, tanned, muscled ranch-hand in his mind and made his cock twitch in excitement at the very thought.

The intense musk was making his head swim as he slowly pulled the clothes out of the hamper. Boxers, socks, a pair of jeans, a shirt, and jacket. Just enough to accomplish what he was needing to do. His hands went for the jeans but his eyes locked onto the boxers and he felt an intense throb in his cock.

Images of this mysterious cowboy floated into his head once more and he found his cock twitching excitedly as his mind started dreaming about the kind of man these clothes belonged to. He inhaled deeply as his hand drifted over to the boxers. The smooth fabric felt nice in his hand and before he knew it he was pulling them up his legs and over his now fully erect cock. Once the boxers were on his hand started massaging his cock through the fabric, working the intense aroma into his own sensitive skin. Underneath the fabric his skin was tingling pleasantly as he rubbed himself, lost in his sexy daydream.

As he pounded his own meat, he couldn't help but dream about what kind of monster has been trapped inside them before. Images of a massive slab of cock popped into his mind. An absolute monster that most men could only dream of. His mouth practically watered at the image and he was too wrapped up in his daydream to notice that his cock was pulsing with electricity as it started throbbing uncontrollably in his hands. A moan escaped him as his cock started growing underneath the soft fabric. He was too distracted by his mindless dreaming about the perfect cock to realize that in the short time since he put the boxers on, an almost identical monster was now trapped underneath the soft material. Despite the intense pleasure radiating from his new cock, his attention was almost immediately ripped from it by the sound of ticking as it tore through his mind and he found himself whipping his head around to see the clock as his urgent need reasserted itself as his priority.

9:37

His eyes widened when he realized just how long he stood there day dreaming and he cursed himself for his stupidity. His cock throbbed a couple of times in disappointment as he pulled his hand away and forced himself back to the task of getting dressed.

Hypnovember 6 - Alley

Daniel had always heard rumors about the so-called "Himbo Alley", a seemingly inconspicuous alley located near one of the local gay bars in his town that was rumored to hold some sort of hidden power. A power that would transform anyone who walked down it under the right conditions into a sexy himbo. Too bad no one really knew what those conditions actually were.

He had walked down the alley many times, adopting it as part of his normal route home. Every so often he would pass a guy who was absolute eye-candy. Skimpy clothes, defined and toned muscles, a dumb smirk on their handsome faces. He usually just shrugged them off, either assuming they were on their way to the local club nearby or looking to check out if the alley really had anything special about it.

As he turned down the hallway he noted how big the moon was and how it seemed to to cast the alleyway, which was unusually empty, in an almost otherwordly hue and almost caused the pavement to shine ever so slightly. He had a thought to find a new way since an empty alley at night have tendencies to be dangerous but decided to head down it anyway. This one was usualy well travelled and he reckoned he would be fine.

As soon as he crossed the threshold he felt a static tingle course through him. Almost inperceptable aside from a strange warming sensation in his core. Each step further into the alley brought more and more energy into him and he didn't see that underneath his hoody that his body was starting to change.

Underneath the dark fabric his once pasty white complexion started to darken until it had become an attractive sun-kissed tan. His once flat chest and skinny frame started to grow next. His pecs pushing against the fabric as they grew and his once smooth torso was blossoming with definition absent only moments ago. At the same time his shoulders broadened as his once thin arms started to bulk up as well. In a matter of seconds his once baggy hoody was stretched tight against his now tanned and muscled upper body.

The warmth was almost unbearable at this time and he decided that he needed to slip the hoody off, not realizing the reasoning behind why it was so much more of a struggle than it needed to be. When he was finally free of it he gasped when he caught sight of his new form. His sexy new muscles glistening with a thin layer of sweat were a sight to behold and the sight of them caused his cock to stir in his jeans.

Pleasure and arousal were coursing through him, efficiently negating the shock and panic that should have been the norm in this situation. He felt a surge of heat in his lower body and could see that his it was changing too. His jeans tightened against his growing legs as they grew to match the same definition and tone of his upper body.

Even more shocking was that he would see that his jeans were undergoing a transformation of their own. He watched as the seams around his ankes started to fray and unravel. The excess fabric evaporating into a mist as his jeans slowly dissolved their way up his legs. The cool air against his now tanned and muscled legs only added to the transformation as they continued unravelling until they settled snugly around his upper thigh, finishing their transformation into a pair of skimpy cut off jean shorts.

An intense surge of erotic energy coursed through him next, catching him unaware as he watched as the tight denim around his groin grew even tighter as his cock grew into a monster that his shorts could barely contain.

He rubbed a hand over his cock and shuddered in pleasure. A pleasure that flowed into his thoughts, clouding them over with a euphoric haze.

Thoughts of concern, panic, worry were all lost in the fog. The only things able to form in his mind were thoughts of sex, men, pleasure and cock. Even his own name seemed like a distant memory, something irrelevant and unneeded in his current form. A dumb expression crept across his how chiseled face as his hair lightened and styled itself effortlessly.

As Danny, the new himbo, exited the alley he caught sight of the gay club on the corner and felt a stir in his cock. A need to fuck, a need to be fucked, and a need to show off his body for all to see.

As he opened the door to the club he glanced back to the alley which now bustling with people and devoid of its otherworldly glow. A dumb giggle escaped his throat as he disappeared into the club.