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Howdy, We're Megalith. A malevolent Terrorpunk/Fleshpunk Corporation that specializes in Drone kink, Rubber, TF, And other creepy stuff. NSFW 18+ themes!
Dystopian Terrorfuture.
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Person who died while Playing VRchat and their Rigged 3D player-model has just been laying on the ground in a World for like Three weeks.
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[It won't come off]
[It won't come off]
[It won't come off]
You struggle, Squirm, and fight to pull at that zipper and mask.
...But it remains firmly stuck to you. Tighter, Tighter, Tighter.
Blissfully unaware of the changes underneath~
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Submissive and Breedable? No.
You're Submissive, Hypnotizable, Rubberable, Toyable, Dollable, Dronable, Latexable.
And also Breedable. That too.
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[GOOD DRONE]
Permasealed into that snug anonymizing suit while your thoughts are overwritten. Instead made ready for command, Ready for orders.
Happy to fulfill the desires and bidding of your newly assigned owners.
Isn't that right~?
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Applying different status-debuffs to you through Nano-tech.
-10 INT
-10 INT
-10 INT
-10 INT
+10 OBED
+10 OBED
+10 OBED
+10 OBED
+Rubber-body!
+Brainwashed!
+Enhanced Libido!
+Obedience mask!
+Chastity!
GAMEOVER
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Good Dog, Don't mind the muzzle.
Good Dog, Don't mind the mask.
Good Dog, Don't mind the Chastity.
Good Dog, Don't mind the Suit.
Good dog, Don't mind the Brainwashing.
Good Drone. Happy and empty. Wagging that tail without a care in the world.
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Forgot to Post the Full Reference! The Titular Mako/Megalith-shark! impossibly-strong Rubber-toy, Somehow still an administrator, and probably the last thing you'll see before getting Permamolded into some sort of Killdroneโข
Made by the Ever-talented Latex Llama Nun!
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A roulette-wheel of Transformations. A circle of Collars all of them unmarked. Try one on and see what happens.
Could be a Hazrena, A Drone, A doll, A Rubber-Jester! Many options. It's just a matter of how humiliating/lewd the Affliction is!
(This tweet is interactable, Kinda!)
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CW: Brainplay.
The Plug goes right in the Ear..SHLUP!
Feels better doesn't it? Having Warm heavy Rubber-slime pumped into your head, Making it heavier and slowing down your thoughts?
A few more Treatments and you'll be ready and Primed for Reconditioning.
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[Sqrrk~!]
That collar locks in place snug around your neck. Cementing your fate as just another Faceless Reprogrammed thing.
Doomed to be a docile Brainwashed asset for the rest of your existence. Kept tame and obedient by swirling colors~
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[Click!]
That mask locks in place, Immediately pumping your throat with thick rubber as your own skin is wrapped in a new glossy coating...
A few minutes later and an Extra-thorough Mindwipe and voila! Another faceless mindless machine.
Not a shred of identity or personality~
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Bzzzz, Vrrrr!~
Buzzing Plugs, Vibrating Nulge, And a mixture of Hypnogas & Aphrodisiacs fill your Mask.
Squirm, Struggle, Squeak, And creak all you want. That Suit is permanent, And it's NEVER coming off.
Ensuring you'll be a Needy Rubbery Toy/Drone forever!
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@killola
I just think it's Funny that they loaded an Actual Ancient mummy into an MRI/Scanning machine.
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[MINDWIPE COMPLETE]
Ah, That's better!
No face, No thoughts, No autonomy anymore. Just another Brainwashed Drone happy to be of service.
Devoid of individuality or personality. Instead knowing nothing but blissful purpose and polished rubber.
Good Drone~
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[Sqrrk, Formlock!]
With the Help of a Friend, And also a certain Degree of executive meddling... We've unfortunately(?) been Permamolded and rubberized into a more Marketable Sharktoy! Complete with a new Ditzy flirty demeanor!
As expected, A like is a day, A retweet is two!
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Horny twitter people will watch somebody else undergo the most intensive Mind-Destroying Conditioning. Leaving only a blank canvas inhuman in body and mind.
And they'll think "Fuck I wish that was me."
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Guess what? Guess what?! The [WHEEL OF TRANSFORMATIONS] is open!
How do you play? Simple! Respond below and I'll spin a wheel, List your Fate, And then go from there! I'll probably keep this open for a Day or two!
I won't be adding Screenshots this time around, For ease of use!
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[GOOD DRONE]
That Hypnomask latches and seals in place as your own mind is quickly overwritten.
No identity, No personality, No humanity left over. Instead Reprogrammed into just another identical asset.
New tail & figure molding as that visor steadily pulses.
Ever Ready~
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...Sure it's permanent and consumes your identity, But being Permasealed in a Droneskin has its advantages!
Waterproof, Easy to clean, Self-polishing, Self-lubricating, Etc!
Not to mention just how achingly sensitive that New Nulge, Bust, Thighs, And hips are~
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"Slut" but it's a Status-effect inflicted by certain enemy types.
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Click! The Collar is permanently locked around your neck.
[Cursed-Gear: Collar of Misfortune! 99% Vulnerability to Permanent Gameovers & Badends!]
Gulp.. Too bad that you're Solo-Raiding the Rubber Hypnoparasite dungeon!
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[Click! Sqrrk~!]
Your mask locks, Your suit seals, Everything else rendered permanent.
Your humanity and identity sealed away under polished latex and featureless rubber. Soon to end up just another faceless machine. Just another identical Drone~
Give in and be a good asset~!
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[Sqrrk~!]
Permanent.
Permasealed, Permamolded. Just reminders of the permanence of your new squeaky form, Of how you'll never return to being a human again.
...Not that you should mind of course, We made sure to overwrite your autonomy~
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Pulling...Tugging...Prying... Before finally [SNAP!]
The Mask snaps back into place, Sending that Oral-sleeve back down your throat and those colorful spirals back into your mind.
Fruitlessly tugging and pulling on that Nanolatex suit before finally succumbing to your new fate~
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[GAMEOVER]
Wrapped in Latex and corrupted by Swirling coloration. Your memories and identity consumed by glossy Rubber. Leaving nothing but another oblivious implement.
Your adventure has come to an indulgent Brainwashed end~
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Drone GF who watches over you protectively.
Drone GF who patiently watches you sleep.
Drone GF who slips the Hypno-mask over your head and locks the collar.
Now you're the Drone GF.
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[97%]
[98%]
[99%]
That progress bar steadily ticks across your mask as you struggle to pry off the Droneskin...
[100%]
Finally what's left of your humanity slips away. Faceless, Thoughtless, Mindless. Another identical Brainwashed ditz~!
[GAMEOVER]
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Seeing how much Brainwashing-gear we can slip onto you.
Hypnomask, Control-collar, Hypnochip, Entrancement-suit, Cursed corset, Etc. All of it [STACKING] on top of each other. Ensuring you're a good object for your new owners.
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That mask clicks and locks...And your fate is sealed.
Feels much better, No? All of that pesky individuality and personality sealed under polished latex and featureless rubber.
Another freshly Reprogrammed recruit eager to be of service. Unnecessary personality smoothed over~
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Oh, Don't be so modest! Go ahead and slip on the suit!
Sure it'll be irreversibly permanent, But it's not like you were particularly attached to your humanity anyways...
Plus, Don't you think it'd be fun to spend the rest of Forever as an Airheaded Squeaky Ditz~?
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[GOOD DRONE]
That's it. Don't worry about identity or humanity. That much better to let your own mind slip away into the pulsing rhythm of swirling colors and hissing fumes.
Pleasure amplified and obedience pumping through you.
Obey, Pleasure, Breed, Assimilate.
New purpose~
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CW: Oviposition.
Drone who's tail is a large Ovipositor! Sticking it either into your rear, Down your throat, Or any other orifice it can find! Pumping you full of Slimy black eggs.
Then those eggs hatch. Coating and bloating your insides with Nanorubber, Dronifying you!
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[Sqrrk~!]
...Hm, Why won't it come off?
The mask seemed normal. But once you slid it on it positively refused to come off! Struggle, Squirm, And fight all you want.
And say, Was your skin always so smooth and glossy~?
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[Sqrrk~!]
They force that mask on, and away goes your humanity. Tendrils slipping down your throat as flesh Rubberizes. Fusing with your slowly transforming anatomy...
Before finally it's over. No face, No thoughts.
Just another Helpful asset. Oblivious to former humanity~
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You're never getting out, You know that Right?
That Mask, That suit, That Collar. It's never coming off. Your Humanity's never returning, And you'll never escape your Programming.
You'll be a Good Obedient Drone Forever & Ever~
Isn't that lovely?
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"Oh, This thing?" You feel your collar tugged, But you don't respond. You're on standby mode.
"Just someone you used to know, Not any more though!" Your Visual-sensors are disabled, Yet you feel them slinking around you. Displaying your form.
"I did a Good Job on them, Right?"
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Conversion-Pods that drag you in With Rubbery Tentacles! Draining XP and levels before spitting you out with some new Permanent additions..
[+Brainwashed!]
[+Nullified!]
[+Rubberized!]
New-Gear!
-Dronesuit! (Cursed)
-Hypnomask! (Cursed)
-Corset! (Cursed)
-Ballet-Boots! (Cursed)
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Too late, Too far gone.
Even if the process was reversible, We figure there isn't too much going on behind that Swirling mask, Now is there?
Of course not. But not that it matters to you of course.
You're just a good Drone now~
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You don't need a face. You have a Barcode.
You don't need a name. You have a number.
You don't need an identity, Only your Hive.
Reduced, Simplified, And streamlined. Broken down to your base components and twisted into another faceless object.
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You look over to your Dronefriend, Noticing little puffs of purple gas huffing from their mask.
"Huh, Can I have a Try?" You ask.
It nods. Pulling a Tube free from it's mask and handing it over to you.
You hold it, And take a Deep Bre a t h.
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You look up.
"Wha-?" [GLORMPF!]
The Tendril wraps around your head. You fruitlessly claw at the smooth surface of it. Before going silent. Bulges moving along it's surface before being pumped into you. Each choked payload causing your clothes to tear and your body to swell.
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[CLICK!] The Hypnovisor locks around your head. Ensuring no amount of rigorous struggling will shake it off.
No more fighting, No more resisting. It's about time you finally learn some manners. Even if it means erasing every part of your mind in the process.
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That mask latches in place. Your mind immediately subsumed by swirling coloration and Hypnotic programming. Feeling your humanity slowly being replaced...And overwritten into helpful service.
No face, No thoughts, No worries. Just blissful obedience~
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Prospect: Reverse-Nulge.
Perfectly spherical rubber Bulge that constantly kneads and stimulates your Genitalia. Ensuring you're constantly On the Edge of Climax.
And with one Firm Grope/Squeeze? A Blissful Release~
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Drone-Brainwashing is just DLC for your Brain.
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Cage locked, Mask locked, Zipper locked, Collar locked.
Every part of you controlled, Monitored, And conditioned. A squirming faceless thing tugging at it's suit. Any gender sealed away in favor of blind obedience.
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"You're SUCH a good listener!~" Your handler exclaims, Twisting another Tank of Aphrodisiac-gas into your mask. Sending your twitching and shuddering in your Restraints.
"Now, Where was I...?" They trail off to the sound of your frantic stifled groans.
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"Say Hi to your friends~"
You snap out of your Hypnotic-bliss for a second, The taste of rubber and Hypnogas fresh on your tongue. Immediately noticing your new suit and mask.
"Wh..What? What's G-"
[SNAP!]
You go back under, Your owner continuing their evil Monologue.
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You're strapped in and the machine lowers from above. Mechanical rubbery-tendrils squirming as it grows closer to your face before...[SHLORP!] It envelops your head, Tendrils slithering into your orifices and pumping you full of Nanorubber.
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Slapping a Toy-Collar on you that reads "Fuckign Buppy" in big bold lettering.
The Aforementioned collar then explodes into squishy Black Nanorubber, Pumping into your ears and Mouth, Turning you into a nice Domesticated Wolf-Toy!
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Biopunk Hypnomask.
It's literally just a little octopus that outwardly Looks like a Gasmask! Up until it latches to your face, Sticks a Neuralprobe down your throat, And starts injecting you with mutagens.
You'll be slick and smooth in no time! If a little grisly.
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There's generally three ways to tell if an infiltration mission has gone horribly wrong.
Are you wrapped in Rubber? โ๏ธ
Are you Being pumped with Bimbtoxin & Hypnogas? โ๏ธ
Are you being reprogrammed into a Obedient Object? โ๏ธ
Yep, Looks like your infiltration failed.
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Wait? What's goi-[NULL]
Your thoughts [NULLIFIED]
Your face [NULLIFIED]
Your identity [NULLIFIED]
A large Padlock insignia stamped onto your mask, Nulge, And sealed up Rear, No holes, Nothing. All of it Nullified.
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Oh, It's not that bad.
Sure, Your suit's never coming off. And you can't exactly be called a "Person" anymore, But hey! There's advantages.
Toys get regular polishing, Conditioning-sessions, Maintenance, And usage! Everybody loves a squeaky faceless plaything.
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[Sqrrk~!]
Good Drone.
Flustered surprise melts into mindless obedience once your individuality melts and slips away. Overwritten and Reprogrammed into a faceless toy.
No more worry, No more thought.
Just another perfect asset~
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The Drone pries their mask off. Revealing glossy blank Rubber and a Drooling Oral-sleeve.
And without a second to waste...
[Sqrrk~!]
They press that mask into place over your face! Tendrils slithering down your throat as that collar locks.
Sealing your fate~
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CW: Brainplay.
When your Brain's a glorified lump of Rubber and circuits that regenerates, You can do a lot of things with it!
Fry it with Hypnogas, Cook it with electrodes, Stick a drill in it! Whatever you do, It'll regenerate in a while and you'll be good as new!
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Rubber Drone/Toy that gives you Fellatio, But when it pulls away there's a fresh warm, Wet, Hefty Nulge where your junk used to be. Regardless of Gender.
Before you can complain is plants a kiss on you. Your own lips twisting into a perfect donut-hole as your face smooths over.
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Playing around with different "Master" replacements.
"Yes, Overseer."
"Yes, System-administrator."
"Yes, Overmind."
"Yes, Control-Unit."
Don't worry. You'll get to play around with all of them soon.
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"You're a Drone, Right?~"
"[Affirmative]" Your Vocoder beeps.
"And your Head's empty, Right?"
"[Affirmative]" Your Mask hisses.
"And you always wanted this, Didn't you?~"
A digitized blush runs across your mask.
"[Affirmative]" You manage out.
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"You're so close." They exclaim. Tightly fastening the straps.
"Just one more Treatment and you'll be ready for full conversion!" another explains.
You don't respond, Thoughts too scattered to truly grasp the situation.
Another Session in the Conditioning-chair will do it.
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It's kinda weird that your friend's new drone is unreasonably..Handsy? Always getting awfully affectionate when you're around.
"Why..Uh...Do they do this?" You ask.
"Oh, I disabled her Conversion-software but I had trouble with deprogramming. She's trying to convert you!"
Oh.
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"The whole "Human" look never fit you." They explained, Zipping your Droneskin shut and fetching the Blank Hypnomask.
"But the Nulge, Nanolatex, Hip-handles, Boots, And Gasmask? All of it fits you like a glove!"
The Mask goes on...
[SQRRK!~]
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You look into the suit, The thick squishy thing beckons with it's insides full of inviting squirming tendrils.
You gulp. Looking back to the Conversion-Unit.
"Th-this..Is permanent, Right?"
"[YES.]" It hisses.
You look back to the suit, And step inside.
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Click...CLUNK!
The Hypnomask tightly locks around your head. Interfacing with your Neuroware while a plethora of other robotic limbs work to tightly seal your new Nanolatex-suit. Barcode inscribed on your thigh as the Seam seals.
[UNIT ONLINE]
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Hypnodomme that's actually just a sentient Droneskin!
Sweet affirmations slithering into your mind as they wrap around you, Tendrils invading your orifices with a squelch as an Oral-Tendril chokes down your throat. The seam sealing shut.
They get a Body, You get Endless Bliss.
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What if every time you got denied an Orgasm by your Null bulge it became bigger? Plumper. Heavier.
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[Mindwipe: Complete]
[Droneskin: Sealed]
[Programming: Installed]
[Conversion Complete]
Your Hypnomask activates for the first time, A Freshly Assimilated asset oblivious to it's Past existence. Just a squeaky faceless thing happy to be of service~
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Dragons..But they're actually suits.
Swooping down, Opening up, And swallowing you up inside. Your consciousness overriding their own.
Now you're a Rubber-Dragon forever. Have fun!
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Drones/Dolls getting increasingly antsy and aggressive because they haven't had their Conditioning reinforced in a long while.
"This unit is starting to remember previous experiences, I don't think that's very efficient! I'm speaking in First-person now! That's not good!"
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Who doesn't love a Fun game of Hangman?
Every question you get wrong, That's another part of the Suit Perma-sealed around your body! Fail enough? And that's another Ditzy Drone for the Pods.
So! Here's the hint: Something sensitive between your legs.
_ _ _ _ _
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[Sqrrk~!]
Everything snaps and becomes skintight. Your suit, Mask, And everything else!
Leaving you to trip over your new tail and onto that squeaky rump. Fruitlessly prying at that Spiraling Hypnomask and at permanent new Clawboots~
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That adhesive lined Hood is tugged snug over your blank visage as more adjustments are made to your chassis....
Thicker thighs, A squeaky new nulge & bust, An inflatable new tail...Rubberizing and molding you into a new utterly inhuman form~!
Ready for a new owner~
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Defeated by the villain.
"This should teach you some manners!" CLINK! They lock the collar around your neck and walk off. It's surface glowing ominously with purple runes.
A steady Dripfeed of lustful transformative corruption. Warping you over the next few weeks.
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I just saw somebody get Dronified in Real time, Profile-picture changed before my Very eyes. A miracle was witnessed.
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[MINDWIPE COMPLETE]
What once was is now no more.
The machine activates. Happy to be of service and oblivious to individuality. Mask spiraling and suit squeaking.
Awaiting further orders~
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The Zipper is closed, And the suit grows tighter.
Your try to voice your complaints through the Gag, But they fall upon Deaf ears.
The Suit's hood slides over your head. Tightening against your face as the Mask's lenses start to spiral.
Welcome, New Toy.
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Don't you hate it when you're strapped down, Pumped full of Bimbtoxin, Nullvibed, And forcibly reconditioned to play a Ditzy Airheaded character?
....Gotta be annoying, Right? Though we wouldn't know what that's like. Certainly not!
Trust us.
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[97%] [98%] [99%]
So close! The Mask's Almost off! You might get out of thi-
[100%]
[Conversion complete!]
Thoughts go blank and the body relaxes. Before promptly standing at attention. No more you, Just a Helpful Asset now~
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Discarding your humanity, Identity, Personality.
Tossing it all aside to replace it with that sleek faceless mask. Locking and sealing in place with a rubbery squeak.
No thought, No identity, No humanity left anymore.
Just the new you~
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"Handler, This unit has an issue to report."
"...Yes?"
"Another Unit appears to be malfunctioning and severely wounded."
The Drone holds out a mundane Hazardsuit.
"You know that's just a Hazmat-suit and not a drone, Right?"
"...Oh."
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Tick-tock-Tick-Tock.
Time's running out.
Only Three more minutes before the Suit permanently locks. Before that Collar welds itself shut and your mind's permanently rewritten.
Oops, Looks like you've only got two left.
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Pulling and tugging at your mask and suit only for it to snap back in place with a rubbery squeak! New glossy hips, Nulge, And bust make for a flustering distraction while that mask endlessly swirls.
Will you get out in time or end up just another faceless flirty ditz~?
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You're not a person, You're a Toy.
Inhuman, Synthetic, A plaything. You have no thoughts or identity, Just a few dozen lines of code giving you a simulacrum of a consciousness.
And you couldn't be happier. Just being a inhuman machine, Being used, Valued, Appreciated.
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"Oh, Don't worry! You can take the mask off..."
You Tug..And tug..And tug..Before finally..[POP!] The mask comes off, Leaving a blank squeaky Mannequin behind.
Your panic and squirm with your new tendrils, Your Mind's trapped in the HypnoMask, Not the Drone!
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Unzipping a Drone's mask just so you can look at their dazed swirling eyes. Unable to talk properly because they've been doing it through their Gag's Vocoder for so long they've forgotten how to!
Then sealing you back up once we've had our fun.
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Brainwashing and Rubberizing somebody into a squeaky Shark-Cheerleader. Skirt barely hiding that XL Nulge and thick powerful tail
Eyes endlessly swirling as Vapid Corporate-slogans are endlessly repeated as that Fanged Permagrin remains permanent.
Perfect moral-support~
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Toy-infection, But it's a slow process.
One of them Chomped your arm a while ago and now nearly the entire thing's made of Squishy purple Rubber now. Your hand replaced with a Squishy Toypaw.
At least you don't need oven-mitts anymore, Right?
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For once, You're getting to pick out your new mask~!
A classic Hypnomask? Or perhaps a Plush slick Oral-sleeve? A squeaky Toyhood or Rubberleech layering instead?
So many options! All of which very much permanent~
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[Sqrrk~!]
Don't try to struggle or squirm out of your restraints. It's far too late for that. Why not give in, Succumb, And let your humanity be overwritten?
Well anyways, Time to seal your new Hypnomask and to prop that Vibrator into place.
Have fun~!
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"Trust me! I'll listen! I'll obe-Mphhhk!" Your words are stifled by the Thick Toyhood sliding over your head. The Deep gag filling your throat.
"No-no, No more talking. Only Squeaking." The Handler Laments as they Lock the Collar. Sealing the hood to your Toysuit.
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You tug frantically at your suit's permanently Glued collar. The digitized eyes on your new Mask widening before [CLICK!] It's replaced with a Pixelated Padlock.
Your body twitches, Shudders, Before standing rigid at attention. Your body & Mind having become [DRONE] completely.
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The Conditioning-Helm, Or as the Staff like to call it. The "Washing Machine."
Strapped taut over your head, Mechanisms locking tightly as it's tendrils push into your ears, Nostrils, Mouth.
Injecting Hypnoslime into your brain, Aphrodisiacs into your lungs.
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Wriggle all you want, It just prolongs the process.
The bodysack grows tighter with each passing second. Either you're growing, It's shrinking, Or both.
The Tube connected to your Blank mask pumps you full or more Nanorubber, Choking it down as your body warps in response.
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Onahole parasite monster that sucks your dick then fuses to it.
That's the Entire tweet deal with it
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You wake up Three days later, Sealed in your Own Droneskin and in the middle of converting somebody else.
Huh, Looks like that Hypnogas WAS a little too...Potent for you.
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In pieces, As a process. First sleeves are slid over your arms. Tightly fastened as your fingers are absorbed in the Rubber of their paws.
Then the Boots, Leading up to your thighs as Heeled-treads replace your feet.
Then the Chest. Faux-bosom and Nulge sealed permanently.
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"I uhh...Think it's Stuck."
"What do you mean stuck?!" You ask from within the Glossi-Suit. It's faux printed-on visage eternally smiling.
"The Zipper, It's..Well gone."
"Gone?! Did it..Peel off or something?"
"Nope, Suit just ate it."
Wait, Is this a conversion suit? Oh no.
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Mouth gagged, Muzzle locked, And finally the Hood is stretched taut.
Completely silent. Completely anonymous. Pluck and pull and pry all you want. It's not coming off.
Oh and, Uh, Try not to pull TOO hard. Fresh Dolls can be hard to Repair.
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[Shhhlurp!] The Rubber-ring descends from above. Enveloping you in a Skintight Membrane of Nanorubber that twists and shifts.
It finishes and you're sealed from the Neck-Down in a Dronesuit, Complete with Barcode and Hip-Handles!
So...Where's the Mask?
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