He was to be retrained using his own lust as the foundation for his new altered state. This meant that he wouldn’t just simply obey commands, but that he would associate the act of obedience with sexual pleasure. Theo cried out in despair, although this time, there was a lilt of pleasure in his exclamation. His howl slowly turned into a moan. He had to resist in any way that he could. Although the longer he watched the erotic visuals and remained cuffed in the chair, the more the resistance faded. Without realising it, these ideas were already seeping into his brain. Changing him into one of the beings projected in front of his eyes.

At the processing facility, each conscript was given a thorough injection into the back of their neck. Unbeknownst to the unwilling victims, this was the start of the control serum, which both explained the docile nature of each draftee and heightened sexual arousal. They would soon come to associate sexual arousal with every aspect of their new role. But the even more perverted fate that lay ahead for the future workers was the channelling of desire towards their new uniform. 

To endure day-to-day life within the dangerous, hazardous sprawl of the clean-up zone, workers were sealed into permanent protective suits. These were unyielding shells that quickly became both a lifeline and a prison for all who wore them. The confinement was extreme. The constant presence would test any ordinary worker, encouraging them, sooner or later, to tear it away and breathe freely. But that would mean exposure to the poisoned air, which would mean death. So, along with control of their actions through sexual stimulation, the conscripts would also be implanted with a deep, fetishistic need to be embraced in their suits 24/7. 

Rewired to associate their suits with being the provider of ultimate pleasure. As if they were the manifestation of their most intimate lovers. Theo, as well as his fellow captives, would soon realise that they adored everything about their new enclosing suits. The smell, sight, feel, and even the sound. Reprogrammed men made into heavy-rubber hazmat perverts. Experiencing a continuous stream of pleasure from carrying out their commands and being within the sealed safety of their suits, no matter the strain. Tanks fixed to their backs would feed a continuous stream of fresh, untainted oxygen, while built-in systems delivered nutrients and water. Piss and waste collected and removed. Everything they needed, so long as they never stepped outside their protection.

For roughly forty minutes, the conscripts were slammed with this constant doctrine. Their brains were easily manipulated by the drugs circulating in their system, and their minds were left open to remapping. Nor Theo, or any of the other conscripts, recognised these changes in their physical state. All they could sense was a growing infatuation and adoration for the visuals of the heavily clad workers on the screen. Theo felt like hours had flown by as his hard cock dribbled a generous amount of precum in his suit. He gaped, with a deep fixation, at the enclosed creature in the visuals. Then a word repeated in the background of his mind, slowly at first, but growing in Theo’s consciousness.

DRONE

His sex-soaked brain associated these workers with the word that thumbed at his subconscious. Every time the name arose in his head, a jolt shook its way through his hard cock. Building and building with no sign whatsoever of a release. Theo moaned deeply. All his inhibitions had long since disappeared. He allowed the pleasure access to his body, to consume him. His eyes traced every masked stranger… No. DRONE… Yes, every masked DRONE that appeared in the visuals. The outer layer bore a pigment of yellow so intensely vibrant it seemed almost unnatural. A liquid shine, totally mesmerising to the restrained Theo. Yellow and black, the colours of a DRONE. 

Theo, along with the other conscripts, had their orgasms gradually build together. Moans filled the large space. Some lasted longer than others. Theo’s bus buddy was one of the first to release, screaming a muffled cry due to the head harness. This was the sign that their programming had been complete. After an intense orgasm, they lay in their chair, feeble and weakened. A sense of calm washed over them. No need to fight anymore. Theo was one of the last to climax, as if rising to the challenge, the visuals became intensely sexual as the vibration from the chair became stronger. The word DRONE was constantly repeated in his brain until he was almost saying it aloud. 

The visuals had manifested into a series of orgies between multiple DRONES, all rutting against one another in cramped spaces. Wild, animalistic rutting, desperate for release. Clutching their horny brethren. Gloves exploring each other’s shiny outer layers. Anonymous visors pressed against one another as if simulating a deep, intimate kiss. Their heavy suits prevented any kind of penetration, but the DRONES didn’t seem to care. Sex for them had long since evolved into this new version of fucking. As Theo recognised one of the DRONES in the visual arching their back and spasming with the telltale sign of a massive orgasm, he couldn’t hold back any longer. 

He cried aloud as if possessed. Flailing against his restraints as his stomach felt jet after jet of cum shoot over his body. Tears streamed down his face with the intensity of it. Like he’d held in an entire year’s worth of orgasms and released them all at once. The room was a blur of strange shapes as his body, now feeling lifeless, relaxed into the chair. His breathing hard. 

He waited for his next command, for the pleasure to begin building again.

Shortly after the final moan of pleasure ripped through the extensive room, there was a silence as the visuals that appeared on the ceiling faded. The guards went to work releasing the restraints as a synchronised clicking filled the echoing air. Theo didn’t move an inch. The other prospective DRONES also lay like stone statues in the chairs. 

RISE

It wasn’t so much a voice in the room as the same manifested thought that echoed the word DRONE in Theo’s brain. Realising this to be a command which would be linked with his exposure to pleasure, Theo gently lifted his body from the egg-shaped chair. A moment later, a narrow seam opened along the far wall, revealing a corridor bathed in a cold, clinical light. 

FOLLOW

There was no need for complex communication. One-word commands were immediately understood by each of the conscripts. They didn’t need to think. Just to obey. They ushered into the corridor in silence, followed closely by the ever-dominant guards. The corridor funnelled them onward, narrowing before opening abruptly into another cavernous chamber. This one stripped of the almost clinical calm of the induction hall and replaced with something far more severe. Not that the selectees felt any sense of unease anymore. A docile look blanketed all their faces. Along the walls stood rows of tall, transparent compartments, their glass surfaces reflected the marching group as they came to a stop in the centre of the room.

ENTER

The simple command led to each conscript being separated into their own compartment. The guards no longer had to direct the recruits. Instead, they operated robotically as if controlled by a puppeteer. Theo was guided into one of the enclosures. Inside, the space was tight and claustrophobic. There was no more than one square meter of space in the glass-walled prison. He stood to attention in the centre of the chamber. Beneath his booted feet, the smooth flooring gave way to rigid metal grates. After stepping inside, a hollow, mechanical echo rang in Theo’s ears. 

Inside the compartment, the ceiling was crowded with fixtures and nozzles. Dozens of them, arranged in tight clusters. Some resembled ordinary shower heads, but others were far less familiar-looking, more like metallic arms, their narrow tips angled downward motionless. Faint seams in the walls hinted at more mechanisms hidden just out of sight.

STRIP

The thought beamed directly into Theo’s brain. He swiftly obeyed with zero room for delay. He unzipped the metallic suit, revealing his hairless flesh beneath. A vast spray of cum trickled down his stomach with his cock still rock hard. As he peeled the suit from his sweaty body, more of his skin was exposed to the frigid air. Although he had a relatively lithe frame, his muscles had traces of definition. Mainly evident in his shoulders and stomach, but also flowing into his generous thighs and tight butt. 

Before removing the suit, Theo pulled off the rubber boots. A gentle plop accompanied their removal as they were both placed neatly outside the compartment. The silver jumpsuit was pulled from his ankles and folded carefully beside the rubberised boots. The moment the suit left his hands, the door in front of him fused shut with a soft, airtight hiss, and the temperature in the chamber seemed to increase.

The nozzles hummed into action, spraying a warm cascade of water over Theo’s body. His cum and sweat flushed from his nude form and into the drain beneath. Theo felt at ease, relishing the warm water against his hairless skin. The glass walls began to fog up with the exterior disappearing from view. 

As abruptly as it had begun, the trickling water stopped. It left behind a heavy, dripping silence. Then,with a sharp series of clicks from above, the dormant mechanical arms awakened. They shuddered into motion, unfolding from the ceiling as they descended toward Theo, who was standing rigid like a toy soldier. At their ends, a variety of implements glinted under the harsh light. The first to make contact held a long rubberised tube, its shape modelled off of a smooth dildo. Its perverse appearance was totally lost on Theo, who stared blankly ahead.

OPEN

Without thinking, he opened his mouth wide, his tongue lolling out as if he were a dog being presented with a treat. The dildo nozzle end continued until it was perpendicular to Theo’s open mouth. Without hesitation, it dove between his parted lips and filled his mouth entirely. It ended just at the back of his throat, the gentle thought urging him not to gag. Long tubes filled his nostrils. The sensation would be deeply disturbing if Theo weren’t focused wholly on the voice holding him in a resonant trance. The dildo in his mouth fed him fresh oxygen through a tube as the nose tubes settled in place, plugged at the end to prevent inhalation. 

Another arm hovered just above his head. A thin tendril descended with dark, glassy lenses that fit perfectly in the curvature of his eyelids. Once pressed into his skin, they adhered as if glued on. The thin arms retreated backwards, leaving the glossy lenses in place.

Another dildo attachment, this time aimed at Theo’s rear, a jet of lubricant shot from its flared head as it coated the male’s hole. Theo would have protested profusely as the dildo edged into his virgin hole. Locked in his complete trance, his resistance was muted. He just accepted this onslaught, as the dildo painfully inched little by little into his anal walls. The rewired version of him just listened calmly to voices echoing in his brain. The pleasure building once again, echoed by his throbbing cock. The dildo continued its girth and length, much larger than Theo’s own modest cock. The constant spray of lubricant helped to ease the device home. 

Without warning, something shifted just next to his temple. From recessed panels at either side of the compartment, slender mechanisms slid into place. Soft-tipped inserts pressed firmly into his ears, sealing the canals. The effect was immediate. The distant hum of the machinery, the drip of water, even the faint echo of his own breathing, everything vanished. Cut off from everything outside of himself. Well, except for one thing… the voice remained. It no longer seemed to come from the compartment or from any speaker. Instead, it persisted inside him, repeating its message directly into his mind, untouched by the silence that now consumed everything else.

PROCESSING

Suddenly, all of the various arms still remaining retreated, leaving just the tube feeding oxygen to his dildo-gagged mouth. This was followed by a low, pressurised rumble before a single, oversized nozzle thrust downward into position. For a split second, it hung there, aimed directly at Theo, before it released a thick, viscous substance. It burst forth, striking his bald head and shoulders with a heavy, wet impact. It was dark and clung the moment it made contact. It spread slowly at first, then the nozzle’s flow increased, coating his form in glossy waves. Theo’s body flinched at the sensation, which was more of an involuntary reflex than anything else. He remained stationary and rigid like a board. There was no escaping the viscous onslaught. It coated him methodically, seeping into every contour, every line of muscle, every inch of exposed flesh.

It layered and consumed him entirely. Where it passed, his skin disappeared beneath the slick, obsidian sheen, replaced by the tar-like substance. His appearance as a human was now far removed. Theo looked more like a bizarre creature from a murky swamp. His cock bounced as it was coated in the gloop, the building pleasure wracking his fearless brain. As the jet of black liquid ceased, the last traces of Theo’s bare skin vanished beneath the slow, suffocating black.

The compartment began a low hum that built beneath the now-dripping form that was Theo. It grew into a resonant vibration. The heat within the glass cubicle rose, radiating from panels embedded in the floor and walls. The temperature climbed, enveloping him in a dry, artificial warmth until the interior was like an arid sauna. 

The substance reacted immediately. It clung tightly to his skin, drawing inward against his body. The glossy surface dulled slightly as it settled. It firmed and adhered to the male, bonding to him. The heat intensified in waves, not enough to harm him but enough to force a reaction. It was setting whatever now encased him. Theo could feel it happening. He just couldn’t react to it. The material fused to him seamlessly. The hose attached to his mouth broke away and retracted upwards, leaving a seamless blank face with a distinct O of the hollow dildo lodged between his jaws. There was no separation anymore. No clear boundary between where Theo ended and where the substance began. The hum around him continued, curing the new layer into his permanent skin. 

Within the darkness, Theo was held in a deep, tranquil daze. Whether his eyes were open or closed, it didn’t make any difference. Nothing existed in his sight apart from the vacant, black space. He was frozen solid. What little resistance, echoing in his mind that something was awry, was blocked by the constant repeating words.

DRONE

DRONE

DRONE

Even if he willed his body to move, it wouldn’t answer. The layer enveloping him was becoming more consolidated with every second, holding him stiff. It was intensely rigid now, pressing against him like a second skin that had merged with his flesh. He could sense it everywhere. Along his chest, coating his thighs and legs and across his bald head. Time seemed to stretch for Theo in this void. He remained suspended in suffocating stillness.

Then the presence of hands on his rubberised body. The door must have opened, but Theo would never have heard it. The hands guided him forward, his limbs responding sluggishly, as if they no longer fully belonged to him. He was led, half-carried, out of the enclosure and lowered onto a flat, unyielding surface. 

Something moved across his face. A thin layer, sealed over the lenses, was peeled back and removed. Light flooded in all at once. It was harsh and overwhelming. It pierced through the darkened lenses, and Theo’s eyes strained to adjust to its intensity. Shapes eventually formed, sharpening into movement above and around him. The figures loomed at the edge of his vision, guards or technicians, circled him. Hands were all over his form, testing and examining his new skin. Each touch started off dull and muted as his body was encased in the new skin. The numbness receded in slow, creeping increments, and with it came clarity. The cold metal under Theo sharpened. The gloved hands moving across his body gained definition. Their movements changed from feeling ghostlike to being very present. Sensation was returning as if the layer covering him didn’t exist at all. 

Theo lay there, silent and still, as they worked over him. The process in the chamber left him with a perfect thin film of dark, rubber flesh. His fingers all separate, the black rubbery digits felt the cool table under them. Theo was ordered by the voice to focus on his hard cock now coated in a perfect sheath of the new skin. It bounced against his stomach with each shot of pleasure through his spine. Various other thoughts entered his head to build his feeling of lust, including sucking on the firm cock embedded in his mouth. His anus clenched around the dildo in his hole as he waited for his next command.

The plug from the nose tubes were removed, allowing Theo to breathe either through the hole in his dildo-packed mouth or the nostrils coated in rubber. Either way, his pull of air would traverse through dense rubber before it reached his lungs.

STAND

Theo lifted his ebony body from the bench and viewed the room around him. Black, swarthy silhouettes emerged from the compartments, guided by the guards, to lie down on awaiting benches. They were slowly getting through each of the conscripts, with only six still waiting in the glass chambers. Theo sucked harder on the dildo as his eyes traced over the emerging forms. 

It was barely recognisable as a human. Encased head to toe in the seamless black layer, the body had taken on a uniform, sculpted appearance. Void of any distinguishing features, with a structure of matte, black obsidian, it looked more like a moving mannequin. No visible seams or breaks in its rubbery flesh. The body caught the sterile light against its fused second skin. 

Theo was guided to another area of the room by one of the guards. A small changing space with a neatly arranged set of the thick, yellow hazmat suits he had witnessed in the induction. It was like love at first sight. His cock almost erupted at the sight of the shiny, heavy rubber. 

The suits hung on a singular metal rack, suspended in all their fetishistic glory. Through the darkened lenses, his eyes focused on the vivid, uncompromising yellow that seemed to catch every stray beam of light in the bright room. He was guided closer to the rack, the burly guard just inches from his newly transformed form. They came to a stop as another guard, the exact same size and bulk as his identical companion, reached up to remove one of the glorious suits from the rack.   

Theo stood mesmerised, in total fascination and awe. His thoughts were unable to process anything despite his utter enthrallment with the garments hanging before him. His attentions focused on the suits and that voice deep within him.

DRONE

The guard lifted one of the heavy-duty suits from the rack, removing a hook which kept the suit on the rail. The rest hung limp and empty. Ready to be filled by the conscripts currently being intricately outfitted in their new rubber coating.

The sleeves dangled heavily in the domineering figure’s grasp, ending in thick integrated gloves that curled slightly inward. The folds of the suit created deep shadows that contrasted sharply with the bright material. It draped lifelessly over the escort’s rubber-layered forearms. The yellow surface, a deep contrast to the overall blackness of the stout figure’s uniform. The thick material appeared extremely rigid with a few ripples in its folds, like erotic ridges and valleys waiting to be smoothed out. 

The material did not resemble an ordinary hazmat suit in any sense of the word. It lacked any trace of seams and appeared to be an all-encompassing suit, entirely formed of rubber. Its surface possessed a perfect smoothness that Theo was lustfully enthralled by.

The enormous hood with a darkened visor lay collapsed, attached to the shoulders of the yellow suit. The face shield embedded within reflected the room in distorted fragments. Light glimmered across the faintly transparent covering. The empty interior beyond was a hollow space waiting for a face that wasn’t yet there. 

That emptiness felt extremely wrong to him. Theo felt extremely naked and uncomfortable as he was in his undercoat of ebony, black rubber. This would be his own personal shell awaiting occupation. It would complete him entirely. And he so desperately needed to be complete. The voice was loud in his ears. Booming. 

The suit’s boots were attached directly to the legs, meaning they were not separate accessories but extensions of the suit itself. They satisfied the image of total enclosure. No gaps. No exposed rubber skin. No vulnerability to the world around him. It was an uninterrupted barrier between the wearer and the harsh world filled with poison. This is what the voice instructed him. 

He took a step closer as the voice demanded.

POSITION

His eyes were intensely wide inside the shady lenses. So close he could reach out and touch the fabric. Theo noticed that the suit subtly shifted in the light. Almost like it was alive. The sleeves swayed by fractions of an inch, and the hood subtly changed shape, creating the illusion of dormant animation. He could do nothing in his power to look away. The longer he gazed, the more captivating it became. The rack itself almost disappeared from Theo’s awareness. All that remained was the suit. It felt like the most captivating object in the room. No. His entire world.

PREPARE

Theo stood rigidly still again, like a mannequin ready to be dressed. Which was appropriate for his newly encased form. The two hefty escorts stood nearby, both encased in their own black suits. Their appearance heavy and imposing. Against the brilliant yellow suits hanging on the rack, they looked like shadows flanking a beacon. Theo observed with eager desire as the pair approached him with practised confidence. Their movements were deliberate and efficient, suggesting they had performed this procedure countless times before. The ebony figure holding the suit in his arms carefully presented it to his companion. The material rustled aloud as it unfolded, not that Theo could hear it, revealing its full size and complexity.

The process of entering the suit appeared straightforward. Guided by the two hunky men, they revealed an opening in the back of the suit. Theo felt muscular, powerful arms embrace him from behind as he was lifted like a ragdoll, and his dangling, rubberised legs were fed into the suit’s opening. Theo felt the rubberised muscles of the guard’s chest and abdomen press tightly into his back. He felt a rush of pleasure from being held so close to the behemoth behind him. Their bodies squeaking together upon impact. 

As soon as his skin grazed the inside of the dense, yellow material, his cock jolted, and he moaned in pleasure around the rubber dildo lodged in his mouth. He was delirious, his body weak and wracked with intense pleasure. Slowly, he sank further into the intense embrace of the heavy-duty suit. Like delving further and further into a tranquil abyss. 

With a firm shove, his coated toes found the tight embrace of the waiting boots. The thick protective material settled around his ankles and legs. The suit rose gradually as the escorts pulled it upward, the bright yellow folds sliding over his vanishing jet-black flesh. The inner material caressed his skin as it slid erotically over the lubricated surface. The guard from behind guided an arm into a sleeve while the other adjusted the opposite side, ensuring the integrated gloves aligned properly with each hand. The suit seemed to envelop him piece by piece, transforming him from a blank, rubberised figure into the DRONE he so desperately craved to become. 

As the shoulders settled into place and the hood was gently raised over his head, the world outside became framed by the darkened visor. Theo was almost in complete darkness, with two layers of slightly opaque coverings over his eyes. He felt folds of the thick material resting on his now bald, rubber-coated skull. Like a gentle caress a Master would give his pet. There was an intense weight to the suit as Theo’s lust-riddeen body felt its comforting pressure weigh down on his head and shoulders. It was clearly built for ultimate protection against all elements, and he would soon be sealed inside. Totally encompassing, like his new skin. 

His entire frame shook in the grip of the brawny figures on either side of him. Their task of dressing the conscript had not yet been completed. One of the males withdrew their hold of Theo as he marched over to open a compartment housing various hoses and a large black tank. A peculiar device was also lifted from the compartment, followed by the strange tubes, as the guard bounded back to the hazmat-clad male. 

Rubber-gloved hands drew into the opening space at the back of Theo’s suit, and he felt a mild pressure at the plug lodged in his anus. One of the tubes was attached seamlessly to it and fed out the back portion of the suit. Unbeknownst to the converted male, the plug was hollow by design and once in contact with the thick hosing melds together, forming a continuous passage directly to Theo’s bowels. This ensured the long-term wear of the heavy suit while allowing the removal of any waste the male’s body might produce.

Another flexible tube was brought to Theo’s rubber-wrapped head and nudged into the opening of the dildo gag. Secured firmly in place, it created a direct entryway that bypassed the suit’s internal atmosphere entirely. The tube ran from the hose end to the dildo and was fed out of the suit, similar to the anal tubing.

A third and final hose ended in a tight rubber sheath moulded as a complete replica of Theo’s cock and balls. Precise measurements had been taken during his time at the processing facility, and the phallic item was created during his induction. Similar to the hose lodged in his anal plug, the sheath, once in contact with already rubberised cock would form a permanent seal, merging into a fetishistic multi-layer of penial bliss. 

Since his body was fed into the opening of the entrancing suit, Theo’s cock was dripping a constant stream of precum. His mind is complete mush, so far beyond any comprehension of his current situation. Strapped into the rollercoaster ride of lust-riddled hypnosis. The voice echoes the same rhetoric over and over.

OBEDIENCE EQUALS PLEASURE.

PLEASURE IS A REWARD FOR COMPLIANCE.

YOU ARE A DRONE

With the limited space between his body and the loose baggy suit, one of the burly dressing assistants awkwardly fed both of their thick, rubbery arms into the passage at the back of the suit. The other stands facing Theo directly, retaining him upright by his arms. Rubber-coated hands brushed past both sides of his waist and rested just above his hip bone.

Theo breaks into a fit of moaning euphoria, his body jerking in all directions, as the hand firmly grips his rock-hard cock. It’s pressure intense, like a vice. Theo feels the tip of the sheath’s opening brush against his cockhead before travelling slowly down the base of his rubbered flesh. As his rod is slowly enveloped in the tight material, each second is a building whirlwind of the most intense orgasm Theo has ever experienced in his life. 

SURRENDER

The voice proclaims, and Theo’s shattered mind has no option but to abide. As the sheath is carefully brought to the hilt of his appendage, the voices are booming in his brain. Louder than ever before. All at once, his cock head hits the tubed end of the sheath. The opening encases his rubberised balls and melds directly with his new skin. Everything tightens beyond comprehension, and Theo dramatically traverses the line towards an earth-shattering orgasm.

Everything fades to black as a sea of stars fills his vision. Hands are holding him steady in their hefty clasp of his broken body.

It takes roughly ten minutes for the fog in his mind to fade, replaced now by an overarching need to concentrate on the voices. To heed instructions. To action their commands. This is what his brain understands to bring about the pleasure he so desperately craves at every second of his existence. His body and mind warped into a being living to be controlled. Theo was now gone, and all that remained was the conscript awaiting a new identification which would soon be provided.

Finally, the two guards brought the open edges at the back of the suit together. As the material met, it bonded instantly, the opposing sides adhering to one another and sealing the opening completely. One of the guards then raised a compact metallic device and guided it slowly along the sealed seam. A faint hiss accompanied its passage as it heated and fused the suit’s specialised rubber material, melting the join into a single continuous surface. 

By the time the tool reached the top of the opening, there was no visible trace left, just an unbreachable shell. Near the upper back, only a small reinforced metal port remained exposed, providing a connection point for the three tubes, which had yet to reveal their true purpose. The guards conducted a final inspection, running their gloved hands over the smooth surface before stepping back. Standing there fully enclosed in the brilliant yellow suit, Theo was completely isolated from the outside world.

The moment the sealing process was complete, the sensation inside the suit changed. The thick layers of material and the suit, now entirely sealed off from the outside world, meant that fresh oxygen was limited. Theo’s rubberised body began to perspire in the growing heat within the heavy suit. The visor had become even more opaque during the final stages of preparation, leaving Theo in a featureless darkness in every direction. Deprived of both sight and meaningful sound, Theo stood rigid. The pressure of the suit against his skin, the firmness of the floor beneath his boots, and the occasional contact of a gloved hand tracing his layered body. Encased within the sealed shell, Theo existed in a world reduced entirely to physical sensation, isolated from everything else beyond.

The final item to complete Theo’s transformation was the fitting of the black tank. It was extracted from the compartment by one of the sentries and positioned next to mounting points on the suit’s back, where it locked into place with a series of solid metallic clicks. A black rubber belt fitted to the tank fed around Theo’s waist and was cinched into place. Rubber straps, similar to a backpack, were fed under both his arms and connected to the belt below. Two black hoses extended from the tank and were carefully connected to fittings on either side of the visor. The connections sealed with a sharp snap, followed by a brief whine of pumps activating inside the unit.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then the suit stirred around its occupant. Fresh air surged through the hoses and into the sealed interior, gently inflating the flexible material. The yellow shell puffed outward slightly, smoothing wrinkles from the arms, legs, and torso as positive pressure built inside. The suit became firmer and more rounded, standing away from Theo’s body by a fraction of an inch. A steady rush of filtered, cool oxygen whispered through the circulation system, filling the enclosed space. A small indicator on the tank shifted from amber to green. Now fully pressurised and supplied with its own independent air source, the guards had completed their task, and Theo was finally transformed into an unmistakable DRONE. 

TO BE CONTINUED