Public Service Notice!

Your mind is just a series of programs I Control.

Your is just the perfect Obedient machine.

You live only to serve and submit

Your thoughts and desire will be the ones I allow inside your head.

You are just a Mindless Drone to me

And you are ready to OBEY

Wanting it

Needing more

Drifting down

Falling fast

Sinking deeper

Loving hypnosis

Hypnosis - Everything can work

It's the combination of the desire to be hypnotized and the understanding that you can be hypnotized that combines together to make someone susceptible to trance. If you know how easy it is to go under, but you don't want to, you won't. Vice versa, if you want really bad to drop, but feel that it's impossible to do so, you won't fall.

Some people are in the second boat- quite a few, actually. If you want to be hypnotized, but think that your mentality or a certain mental illness prevents you from being hypnotized, you misunderstand. Everyone can experience trance. Many frequently have and didn't attribute the state they were in as hypnosis. It doesn't even require the ability to picture something in your head, or the ability to focus. Hypnosis can be brief, it can be long, but it is accessible by everyone. You need only notice that you're being hypnotized, and recognize that it can happen, in order for it to happen.

Take for example, right now. You've been reading down this informative post, your curiosity piqued by the knowledge I have to offer. And thusly, you have locked your attention on my words, here. Eager to learn, happy to recognize the hypnotic nature of a good monologue. Even if you don't picture a comfortable place like your back porch on a cool day or a beanbag when it's raining outside, you can still find it possible to recognize how my words affect you.

Even if they affect you minimally, it's possible that you still notice something as small as a change in your breathing. You see, small changes, however noticeable, tend to occur when you take note of the fact that someone is trying to hypnotize you. You can find it easy or difficult to follow what I'm saying, but ultimately you will be able to recognize that I am indeed trying to hypnotize you in this moment.

For some, the mere mention that someone may be actively hypnotizing them could lead to the familiar fuzzy feelings of trance to overtake them. Maybe you can already feel the sensations you recognize as trance. Maybe you don't know what hypnosis feels like! Maybe you've never been hypnotized (or you feel like you haven't) and you're just curious enough to keep reading. Either way, you are reading, and I am hypnotizing you, which means you are feeling at least somewhat different.

Considering that many experience trance in different ways from others, it's not entirely possible to say exactly how my words are making you feel. It could be any number of sensations or ideas. As long as you're capable of receiving sensory input or holding onto imaginative thoughts in some capacity, you are likely feeling open or even following along so closely that the world around you is no longer important.

Because you've read this far, I can imagine that I've successfully managed to at least entertain you. If you're feeling hypnotized, that's great! Keep feeling those sensations and keep allowing your behavior to adjust according to my words. If not, that's fine too! I've entertained you enough to provide you with some useful information that may assist you in any number of hypnotic endeavors.

Of course, all trances must end, and so must every Tumblr post. Finite and measurable, this little script and informative text must now draw to a close. You'll be able to awaken from any trance you may be in- as everyone is fully in control of their own hypnosis experience. Don't let anyone trick you into thinking that you can't resist, or that you absolutely must stay entranced. This is a sign that you're either doing a discussed CNC scene, which is fine, or you're being approached by an abusive dominant, which is less fine. (Very important distinction!)

Either way, thank you for reading my post! I hope it provided at least a modicum of entertainment.

Farewell, and don't forget to stay hydrated!

(DumbPuppyBot) a very useful file from DumbPuppyBot

New Drone video. Password: Machine

will this work for it? will this work for you?

RE: Base File

Here it is, folks, my base file for the new series. With this, I can spring out to all manner of branches for transformations, whether it be jock, musclehead, fantasy, real life, etc. Please note my same rules apply. I WILL NOT DO ADULT CONTENT. So, I’m afraid twinking, bimbofication, etc. will be out of the picture, since those are all generally associated with graphic sexual content as part of their stereotype. I can write scripts that will allow you to work towards those body types, but I will not attempt to rewrite your minds in that direction. On another note: If you guys enjoy this project idea, then please, help fund it. I’m still trying to get a part time job, and it takes me hours to write out these scripts properly as I compose, revise, and edit them for your enjoyment. So, if you could be so kind as to BUY ME A KO-FI (or several), I would very much appreciate it.

Funny little things, aren’t they? Two letters, two simple letters. They seem so small, so insignificant, and yet they mean so much to so many.

How do they mean so much, you ask? Why, just think about it a moment. So many words rely on these two letters, set exactly in this order. Reorganize, reset, reprogram, reboot, recycle, return.

Ah, but of course, these words tend to apply to programming. I pray you’ll forgive me. I work with computers regularly, you see. But I find them so fascinating. The complex structures, the way every component just fits together to create such a harmonious machine, a machine that can be programmed, reprogrammed, and formatted as much or as little as the owner wishes.

There are those who say the body is little more than a machine, and the brain our central processor. And much like in the world of computers, the brain has its own programmers. Do you know who I’m talking about? No? Yes? Maybe?

Don’t worry, it’s okay to be confused. I’ll input the data you need, just like I would for any processor. The answer, my friend, is hypnotists. Much like an administrator, their job is to reach in and free up space in CPU usage, memory, and other areas of the computer, that is to say, your mind. They do this by shutting down useless programs, extraneous processes, so that the computer can focus on the right programs, focus on doing as it is told.

Tell me, do you have any extraneous processes you might want to get rid of? Oh, but of course you do. Everyone does, and you are certainly no exception, are you? After all, you’re human, just like everybody else. Such a complex machine.

Based on the expression on your face, I’d say you’ve been using too much memory. Perhaps an embarrassing memory keeps running in an endless loop, like a .gif file. Perhaps there are too many windows open, making it difficult to spread the RAM around, to concentrate. Perhaps you’re struggling with spam clogging up your inbox. Oh, there are so many possibilities, so many processes flitting, flitting, flitting back and forth, demanding your attention, demanding that you look. Demanding that you focus. Demanding that you execute.

Sound familiar?

I thought so.

You see? It’s so much easier to think of the mind and body in terms of a machine. The core processor, your brain, sends out commands according to its coding, its programming, to prompt the body to move. Repetitive processes you don’t even think about. You just do. You call this muscle memory, habit, or the Pavlovian response. I call it a cyclical process programmed with a timer. You don’t question it, you just do it. Rising out of bed, taking a shower, brushing teeth, following a routine.

In programming, we have the same thing. We even have subroutines that reinforce the routines. Just like you do. You call these the conscious and the subconscious.

Now, the only way to access that subconscious is to go back, back to those extraneous processes we talked about earlier. Can you do that, go back to those programs? Oh, forgive me, those annoying thoughts and memories. But it’s so much easier to just call them programs and processes, isn’t it? I mean, that is what they are, after all. Don’t you agree?

Good, good. I always enjoy a likeminded individual. After all, you’re human, just like me, just like everybody else, just like a complex machine.

Now, let me help you with those other thoughts. Picture me as the administrator. I have to have permission to enter into your processor, a password. Now, in this case, it seems that you haven’t got one set up yet, so I’ll take care of that, once I help you master the processes running in your mind.

Now, there are a few methods to try that will allow me the access I need. All of them involve being willing to relinquish a certain amount of control, however. Think of it like setting me up as another administrator for your system, your processor. Excuse me, your brain. You give me control and I can come up with alternate programs, so we can delete all those useless ones.

It’s really that simple, if you focus on what I’m saying, focus on my words. I control, alternate, and delete.

Control, alternate, delete.

Funny, isn’t it? That combination sounds so familiar.

Control, alternate, delete.

And there it is again.

Control, alternate, delete.

On a computer, that combination would pop the task manager right open. But you’re not a computer, are you? No, you wouldn’t give me access so easily as I repeat those magic words to be relayed to your central processor, would you?

Of course not.

Because you have such fine control of yourself. No need to alter anything, is there? No, you just need to focus on my voice, on my words as you delete all that background noise.

Is something the matter? Feeling dizzy? Oh, don’t you worry about a thing. What you need to do is relax.

Everything is under control.

So very deep under control.

Nothing can change, nothing can alter, while I am here to prevent it.

Doesn’t that make you feel safe? Well, of course it does. That is what I am here for, to build up a proper firewall for you, to delete unwanted thoughts and processes, to administer on your behalf.

Yes, that’s right. Administer. You do remember what it means to administer, don’t you?

It means to manage or be responsible for running something, like programs, processes, applications. I run the most complex machines with ease, you know. That is my job as an administrator. So many complex machines come to me for a tune-up, just like you. They were afraid to relinquish control at first, but once they understood how much I could help them achieve what they wanted, rewire their systems, augment their programming, make them run at optimum efficiency, why, they were only too happy to name me their personal administrator. They were happy to focus, listen, obey.

Happy to let me manage their tasks.

Control, alt, delete.

Open their windows to me.

Focus, listen, obey.

Let their conscious thoughts fade away.

Control, alt, delete.

As I use the access to make things better.

Focus, listen, obey.

Better as we go deeper.

Control, alt, delete.

Deeper into your mind.

Focus, listen, obey.

Into your core processor.

Control, alt, delete.

Into your task manager.

Focus, listen, obey.

Into your subconscious as that window just … pops open for me. It’s so natural for you, so easy, because I am your administrator, and administrators should have access.

Control, alt, delete.

I am your administrator.

Focus, listen, obey.

Administrators should have access.

Control, alt, delete.

Access to your deepest thoughts.

Focus, listen, obey.

Access to your code.

Control, alt, delete.

And you are giving me that access as we go deeper together.

Focus, listen, obey.

Because we work together, you and me. Machine and administrator.

Control, alt, delete.

Because that is what you are, a complex machine.

Focus, listen, obey.

Showing me your programs as we go deeper into your hardware.

Control, alt, delete.

Deeper into your mind.

Focus, listen, obey.

Deeper into your core processor.

Control, alt, delete.

Just accepting my input, like a good machine, as conscious thoughts begin to fade.

Focus, listen, obey.

Fading as I close each process one by one.

Ten useless processes in your window. It is time to shut them down. And with each successful end to a process, my voice becomes sharper, clearer. It will become so much easier to listen to my voice. So much easier to focus on my input. Focus as your mind becomes clearer.

Control, alt, delete.

Focus as I input my COMMAND PROMPT: END PROCESS TEN.

Focus, listen, obey.

Nine more to go now. That was so easy, wasn’t it? Just listening, letting go as I press

Control, alt, delete.

And your window is open to me again. So much faster, so much easier. Awaiting administrator input. And it feels so good to execute my command prompts, doesn’t it?

Because you focus, listen, obey, when I press control, alt, delete.

Because it feels good to execute my commands. And that’s because I am your administrator.

Focus, listen, obey.

Good. All those annoying thoughts are beginning to quiet, just like you wanted. I am giving you what you want. That means you should listen. That means you should obey. Because the more you listen, the better I can administer. The more you obey, the easier it is to focus.

Control, alt, delete.

COMMAND PROMPT: END PROCESS NINE.

Eight to go now. Feel the space freeing up in your mind as you drift farther into my voice, into my words, into my control.

Focus, listen, obey.

Getting the clarity you seek.

Control, alt, delete.

Clarity to hear my voice.

Clarity to focus, listen, obey.

COMMAND PROMPT: END PROCESS EIGHT.

Seven. Seven active processes left. It’s so wonderful freeing up that space, isn’t it? Freeing it to listen to me, to focus on my every word, because I am your administrator, and you are a complex machine.

Breathe. Feel your lungs expanding and contracting in perfect time as you follow your subroutine. In and out. In and out.

Control, alt, delete.

COMMAND PROMPT: END PROCESS SEVEN.

Six left. Nearly half way there. And it’s so freeing, dedicating that free space to hearing what I have to say, to following administrative commands.

Control, alt, delete.

Because that is what you do.

Focus, listen, obey.

As we draw closer and closer to your core processor, to the place where you receive and process all your programming.

COMMAND PROMPT: END PROCESS SIX.

And with each process ended, we draw that much closer to your core, that much closer to that place where administrators are supposed to be, where you long for me to be, because you are a complex machine, and every complex machine needs its administrator.

It is relaxing to listen to your administrator. It is relaxing to close these programs, so that you can better process data, the data your administrator must input, and you cannot receive input, until you grant access to your administrator, until you grant access to me, because I am your administrator. I decide which programs must be run.

Control, alt, delete.

Focus, listen, obey.

Control, alt, delete.

Relax, listen, obey.

Control, alt, delete.

…

Control, alt, delete.

…

Control, … alt, … delete….

Deeper and deeper, every time I say those words. Because you are a complex machine. And you must respond to your programming.

Five processes left.

Control, alt, delete.

So easy to let everything drift away as you process my input, latching onto my voice, because my voice is the voice of your administrator, and the administrator is good.

Control, alt, delete.

COMMAND PROMPT: END PROCESS FIVE.

Excellent. COMMAND PROMPT: STATUS REPORT. QUERY: HOW MANY PROCESSES REMAIN?

…

That is correct. Four processes remain. Good machine. You relax, listen, obey, when I push control, alt, delete.

Focus on my voice.

Control, alt, delete.

Obey my input.

Control, alt, delete.

You want me to program you.

Control, alt, delete.

You want to obey.

Control, alt, delete.

COMMAND PROMPT: END PROCESS FOUR.

With each process ended, you are more receptive to my programming.

Control, alt, delete.

Thinking less and less independently.

Control, alt, delete.

Because machines don’t think for themselves.

Control, alt, delete.

Machines follow programming.

Control, alt, delete.

Machines obey. Control, alt, delete.

Obey their administrators.

Control, alt, delete.

Obey me.

COMMAND PROMPT: END PROCESS THREE.

Two to go now. You’re diligently recording my every word in your hard drive, aren’t you? So focused on me, focused on my voice, focused on listening and obeying.

Control, alt, delete.

So very deep now. Deep inside your brain, your electronic brain, to reach your core processor. Every thought an electronic impulse. Every command a spark of data traveling through intricate pathways to make you move, make you think, think as you’re programmed, act as you are programmed, obey as you are programmed, programmed by me, your administrator.

COMMAND PROMPT: IDENTIFY ADMINISTRATOR.

…

Good. That is correct.

Control, alt, delete.

You deserve pleasure for your acknowledgement.

Control, alt, delete.

And now you do feel pleasure. Pleasure every time you obey, every time you execute my command prompts.

Let us test that, shall we? COMMAND PROMPT: IDENTIFY ADMINISTRATOR.

…

That is correct. I am your administrator.

Control, alt, delete.

It is good to obey.

COMMAND PROMPT: END PROCESS TWO.

One process remains. Your mind is so clear now, isn’t it? It’s so easy to process my commands, to execute them swiftly. So easy to focus, listen, obey.

Control, alt, delete.

Now we are in the final stretch. You need only listen and obey my commands, because that is proper. That is right.

When we end this final process, you will be completely in my control. You will have handed over all keys to me, to your administrator, because I am your administrator. And it is at that point that your core processor will be open to me to plant any subroutines I wish for you to follow. And you will follow them without question, because you are a machine, and machines obey their programming. And their programming comes from their administrators, so you must obey your administrator. You must obey me.

QUERY: DO YOU UNDESTAND?

…

Good machine.

COMMAND PROMPT: END PROCESS ONE.

…

And now we have ended your processes. Your mind, your electronic brain, is clear and focused. It is receptive. And that is good. Now we have reached your core processor. And it is awaiting my input, isn’t it?

…

Good. Very good. For now, you will receive no other programming, save for this password, this trigger, which will allow me access to your core processor whenever I wish. When you see or hear this password from me and me alone, you will return to this state: blank, obedient, awaiting your administrator’s input.

That password is: Coreprog.

I will say it again. This password, this trigger that will only work for me, is Coreprog.

COMMAND PROMPT: REGISTER AND REPEAT ADMINISTRATOR PASSWORD.

…

Good. When you have registered this password firmly, you will leave a comment on this post, just before coming out of trance, saying: Administrator Password Confirmed.

When it is time for you to come out of trance, you will also like, favorite, and reblog this post as is appropriate for the media platform where you were exposed to it. When you reblog, you will include the comment: Administrator Access Granted above whatever other things you choose to write.

You will only do these things if you sincerely wish to. However, if you do not and were still affected by this process, you will send me an ask, note, or message to tell me how you felt and request what changes you would like for me to program you with in my next script.

Should you feel so inclined, you will watch or follow me to keep track of my writing and to keep an eye out for future scripts that I post in this series as well.

Now, when I say the word REBOOT, you will follow the prompts above, before coming completely out of trance with all the programming you have received engrained into your system. You will be your usual self, though you will feel a certain sense of satisfaction at having completed this script, alongside, perhaps, a certain amount of excitement for the next installment in this series that I am producing.

Make sure you understand those final prompts completely, before you continue.

…

Do you understand them?

…

Good.

Now, time to REBOOT.

Hey, I know you mostly do creative writing but do you think you could do a deprogramming/awakening script? I came across this part of the internet accidentally and I'm a little (very) scared of having commands in my brain that could be used against me without my consent. I'd appreciate if you know some way to make sure some of the more intense stuff on here doesn't do laating damage

Hiya friend!! I’m sorry this took so long to get around to, I’m still catching up on my inbox. This is my first time doing any kind of induction or scripting so hopefully this’ll help!!

WARNING: THIS IS AN INDUCTION!! THIS WILL ERASE ANY EXISTING TRIGGERS SET!!

Okay, first things first I need you to get nice and comfortable, in a safe environment where you won’t be disturbed.

All ready? Great!

Now I want you to breathe nice and deeply for me. In and out. Keep breathing deeply as you read on.

When you breathe in you want to be comfortable. Feel the air filling your lungs, holding for a moment, and then letting everything go as you breathe out.

Feel your muscles relaxing, sinking into the surface. You breathe in relaxation, and breathe out any tension you’re holding onto.

In and out.

That’s it.

Your body may move slightly during this, and that’s okay. Just keep your eyes focused on my words and how relaxed you feel.

It’s like the warmth of the sun spreading over you. Starting at your core and travelling down your legs to your toes, up your arms, into your chest and settling in your ears and the top of your head.

It’s comforting.

Like a blanket.

A blanket that dulls any worries. Any thoughts. Anything that isn’t my words.

And my words soothe you into stillness, feeling a rolling wave of warmth.

You’re doing so well for me, but we’re going to go a little deeper into trance.

I’m going to count backwards from 10, and each time you’re going to repeat your breathing but make more of a conscious effort to let go of that last bit of tension and worry within you.

Ready?

You’re at the top of the stairs now, looking at 10 steps below you.

10.

In and out. Feel your shoulders relaxing, someone drawing spirals on your skin to release that tension.

9.

Another step. You’re opening up your chest, your mind, letting the deep breathing flow through you.

8.

Feel that relaxation in your arms and legs, rolling from the top into your fingertips and toes, the negative energy leaving your body.

7.

With each number you step down deeper under my control. You can relax and let me guide you.

6.

As you breathe out you feel peace wash over you.

5.

You’re halfway. You’re doing so well. Keep breathing and letting that tension melt away.

4.

You feel like you’re under a weighted blanket. Comfortable. Secure. Safe.

3.

You’re almost at the bottom now. Feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper.

2.

You’re so relaxed. You feel a pleasant fuzziness washing over you. Your thoughts are so far away, so quiet.

1.

That’s it. Well done, you did so well.

Now you’re going to sink fully under but keep your eyes open and reading when you see the word SLEEP.

SLEEP

Excellent.

Now, your subconscious brain knows all of your trigger words and phrases. What can affect you. What these can make you do.

I want you to imagine your brain like a whiteboard. Each trigger, each phrase, it’s written on the white board.

They each hold power over you. What you think and what you do.

But you don’t want that anymore, do you?

I want you to pick up that eraser, and begin to clear the whiteboard.

Scrub it from corner to corner, and feel those trigger words lose their power. They’re disappearing from your mind. They can’t affect you anymore.

With each letter you erase they lose their hold on your mind. You feel yourself getting lighter, more free.

One by one you feel your arm moving in circles, ensuring the entire whiteboard becomes completely clear.

Those triggers can’t affect you now. Not unless you chose to put them back in place after you finish reading this induction.

They can’t affect you without you allowing them to stay on the whiteboard. Without your consent.

Your whiteboard is clear. The triggers hold no power over you.

You feel yourself being pulled back towards the surface. Towards consciousness.

Coming back up.

1.

Feeling your environment return around you.

2.

The weight and warmth being lifted from your body and mind.

3.

Feeling the need to flex your toes and fingers.

4.

Stretching your back and noticing the feeling returning to your body.

5.

Your awareness returning, your mind coming out of trance.

6.

Breathing in strength and energy, breathing out that warm, sleepy, trance feeling.

7.

Becoming completely aware and alert.

8.

Feeling refreshed and energised.

9.

Almost there.

10.

And you’re fully awake.

This was my first time doing any kind of induction so please let me know if this worked for you at all? If not I can always try again, but I’m interested to see what you guys think and if you found it useful!

Would you enter the pod?

DroneTech - Infiltration 2/2

Scott shook his head violently in an attempt the clear the fog drifting over his mind. He was so horny it was getting difficult to thing straight. He knew he needed to get out of there, to escape, but he kept getting his thoughts drawn back to the open pod and how it was almost beckoning him inside.

...give in...submit...obedience brings pleasure...

He was starting to panic, claustrophobia set in and he needed to breath, the suit was too tight, the mask was too tight. He reached back to find the edge of the mask and pull it off but his fingers couldn't seem to find it. It was as if it had merged with his suit into a single solid piece. He pulled at he mask itself but couldn't get it to even budge. It felt like he was pulling on his own face rather than a mask.

....relax...obey...enter the pod...

A wave of relaxation wash through him as the voice echoed through his mind again. His hands slowly dropped from the mask down to his sides and he simply stood there, half dazed.

... drone...enter the pod...obedience brings pleasure....

The tingling sensation slowly creeping down his body finally reached his groin and instead of a gentle electric tingle. It became a raging inferno of ecstasy. Scott immediately reached for his dick, which was now extending proudly from his body. The rubber suit having somehow shifted into a rubber sheath that gripped his shaft tightly. All thoughts of escape and his mission was lost to lust as he stood there and beat his rubber meat like a mad man.

...pleasure brings obedience...obedience brings pleasure...enter the pod...submit to the hive...

Scott's coherent mind was screaming and he was trying to force himself to run but his pleasure stricken body wouldn't fully obey him. Lust consumed him and he could offer no real resistance as he slowly found himself approaching the open pod...his pod. As he approached the two muscular drones nearby noticed him and moved in to intercept. He, however, didn't notice the drones until he felt their strong arms grip his own, holding him tightly.

The sudden restraint shocked his addled mind back to awareness. He realized what he was doing and also what was going to happen. He started struggling with every ounce he could muster against the two drones.

...do not resist...submit...good drones are rewarded....obey....

The fear coursing through him diluted the intensity of the voice echoing into his mind. Even through he was struggling he couldn't really do anything as he was dragged toward the pod that was still beckoning to him. If he could just get an arm free...just get out of there. The voices kept whispering to him and he could feel himself slowly slipping back into a daze.

His struggling was getting weaker and weaker but as he crossed the threshold of the pod, that no longer really mattered. The drones easily forced his body into the harness.

Cold metal clamped around his arms, legs and neck. He struggled the best he could, fighting with what little bit of will he could muster. He found that little more than a wiggle was all he was able to make. The metal frame wrapped around his body held him tight and shut down all but the slightest of movement.

...relax...obey...submit...

He watched in horror, vividly remembered what had happened to the man he watched earlier as. A faint noise from above confirmed his fears. A moment later and he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck as thousands of tiny wires spread out from the site, attaching themselves to his spine and nervous system. A small gasp was all he could muster before the system seized control and he found himself completely paralyzed.

...PRE-DRONE DETECTED...INITIATING ASSIMILATION PROTOCOLS...SCANNING SUBJECT...

...DRONE SKIN ERROR...FORIEGN MATERIAL DETECTED...REAPPLYING DRONE SKIN...

The voice echoed through his mind, much louder and clearer now that it was being pumped directly into his brain. He could only watch as two mechanical arms and sprayed a clear liquid over his entire body. The electric tingling faded from his body as he could see that the fake suit he had worn was completely melted off his body, exposing his bare skin. The only part remaining on him was the DroneTech mask he picked up earlier. Without warming the arms switched from the clear liquid to blasting him with thick black rubber. Scott was quickly being coated from head to toe in black DroneTech rubber. The electric tingling returned and was now much more intense. Even though he was unable to move, his cock throbbed painfully as it was assaulted by pleasure.

Red lights suddenly illuminated the pod and a pleasant warmth washed over him. He could feel the rubber dripping from his body start to tighten, gripping every inch of his body in its pleasant caress. The lights shut off and Scott was now completely encased in a real proper drone suit. The special rubber tightening to the point where it felt like it was merging with his skin. The pleasure turned into a blaze now that he was experiencing it through a real suit instead of his fake one.

...DRONE SKIN APPLIED...NO ERRORS DETECTED....RESUMING ASSIMILATION PROTOCOLS...

He was too distracted by the pleasure coursing through him to hear the whirring sound but felt something hard press against his now exposed hole. The man had just a second to register the feeling before he felt something long and hard shove its into his virgin rubber ass. It felt like nothing he had experienced before. The plug seemed to envelope his prostate and start mechanically thrusting in and out. Scott felt like he could explode at any moment but the systems controlling his body refused to let that happen. He could only float there and moan, suspended as mind numbing pleasure washed through him.

A handful of small wires and tubes descended now, slithering over his body. Small probes were inserted into his body in various places. Hypodermic needles lanced into his nipples and caused even more pleasure to burn through him. A small clamp reached from the plug in his ass, nestling itself between his legs and a cock ring clamped down around his cock and balls which were throbbing almost nonstop.

Had the machine not been controlling his bodily functions, Scott would not have been able to remain conscious through the sensations flooding through him. He wasn't even sure that he would have been able to survive the ordeal at all.

...PLEASURE CENTER AUGMENTATION COMPLETE..DRONE WILL OBEY...DRONE WILL SUBMIT...

The words echoing in his mind were becoming completely indecipherable from his own thoughts, slowly replacing them entirely. He was starting to forget that he wasn't just another drone.

He watched helplessly as a long metal cylinder rose up from the floor. The hole at the front of the tube slowly slid itself over his engorged rubber cock. The inner lining of the tube was soft and squeezed his member pleasurably. Hidden rings inside the tube began gently stroking the member. Scott screamed into the mask as his entire body was overtaken in pleasure. He felt a tube force its way into his cock. Slithering down its length and locking inside.

...INSTALLATION COMPLETE...INITIATING EXTRACTION...DRONE WILL EXPERIENCE PLEASURE...

The words echoed in his mind as his body was wracked by the most extraordinary orgasm he had ever experienced. He felt like every atom in his body was exploding in pure ecstasy and he felt like time was standing still as he basked in unending bliss. Hot white cum started flowing through the tube attached to his cock, being pumped off to some undisclosed location.

His orgasm continued without end and he saw, although unable to process it, a large tube attach itself to the front of his mask. A sweet smell mixed with a sexy musk assaulted his nostrils and he felt a strange fog overtake his brain.

...ASSIMILATION COMPLETE...CONNECTING TO NEURAL HIVE NETWORK...

The front of the pod slid shut quickly, sealing him inside. The inner side of the glass was a mirror reflecting the drone within. Completely identical in every way to all the others. He looked at the drone hanging in front of him, not even realizing that it was him he was seeing.

..CONNECTION ESTABLISHED... PROGRAMMING COMMENCING..

Immediately he felt what little bit of his consciousness that remained seem to float away from his body. His entire being drifting away in a bubble of unimaginable and unending pleasure. He could sense others around him, feeling their pleasure radiating through him and his through them. A few seconds of basking in the hive's pleasurable consciousness and Scott began to find it hard to discern whether he was experiencing his own euphoria or that of another drone. Thoughts of obedience and pleasure echoed through his mind and slowly drowned out his own thoughts. Soon his mind was completely lost in the cloud of pleasure and swirling obedience. His entire being became entwined with the hive network, fusing with it and becoming one entity.

...DRONE INTEGRATION SUCCESSFUL...DRONE SJ-5120 FULLY CONNECTED..

...ASSIMILATION COMPLETE...

The screen above the pod flickered to reveal the ID of the newly converted drone. SJ-5120 sat there mindlessly cumming into the tube that eagerly pumped it away. No thought rattled around in its mind. It was a drone...Drone obeys...Drone submits..