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Dustin opened his eyes to the hard concrete floor beneath him, his head still spinning and in a slight amount of pain. He started to move his arms to sit himself up and was surprised to find his wrists handcuffed behind his back.

"What the hell..." He muttered. He eventually pulled himself up and blinked a few more times, adjusting to the dim lighting of his new surroundings. He was in some sort of holding cell and tried to think of how he could have possibly gotten here. The cream and orange tiger's memory started to come together, and he recalled starting to walk home late last night. He was out at the bar with a few friends, and he didn't want to pay for a cab, so he walked, right? Yeah. He started walking home, and. And then what? Right! He wanted to take a shortcut because it was raining. It wasn't the greatest part of town, but he was a modest sized tiger, most people wouldn't mess with him without some sort of good plan.

"Guess they had a good plan..." He sighed, trying the cuffs again. He twisted and strained his arms to try and get them at least in front of him but couldn't manage.

"Hey! Anybody here?!" Hello?" He yelled out. Surely there would be someone close by, who would just kidnap someone and throw them in a cell and leave? Although he started to think that if he had been kidnapped, he didn't really want to know what for. About a half an hour passed with him yelling out every so often for someone before he heard footsteps approaching his cell. There was a strange metallic sound to the footsteps though, and he couldn't quite place what it could be. His questions were answered quickly as two guards appeared in front of his cage. Dustin looked up in awe, were they robots? They looked just like a regular anthro but made of metal.

"He is ready for reprogramming." One of the guards stated, producing a key and unlocking the door to Dustin's cell.

"Hey whoa, what are you doing? Reprogramming? There must be some sort of mistake here!" He spoke up and tried to back up towards the far end of his small cell. He felt his backside his the brick wall, and he was grabbed harshly by his upper arms by the guards and pulled up to his feet.

"Silence." One of the guards stated.

"Or else what? Help me! Somebody!"

-Zzzt-

Dustin whimpered and yelled as one of the guards shocked him with some sort of device. He shut up quickly, not wanting to test the guards any more.

He was taken into a large room filled with some sort of assembly line. He saw dozens more of these robotic like anthros, all working within the factory. The two guards dragged him over to a separate conveyor belt and locked his ankles down to two cuffs built into the conveyor. His wrists were released from the handcuffs, and he tried to bend down to unsuccessfully unlock his ankle cuffs keeping him stuck.

-Zzzt-

"Ow fuck!" He yelled out.

"Stand straight and still." The guards both said.

Dustin unhappily obliged and started to get nervous as the conveyor belt slowly started moving him forward. He heard a noise above him and looked up to see multiple sets of robotic arms descending upon him. They quickly undressed him, leaving him completely exposed.

"Hey, wait a second, what the hell is going on here?!" He yelled out, turning around to look at the guards. They stood there motionless, watching the tiger try to cover himself up. Two sets of arms latched on to his wrists, holding them out into a spread position, leaving his body open. Dustin yelped as he felt multiple small robotic arms grab on to his dick, he struggled against the arms holding him in place and gasped as a long steel rod was inserted into the tip of his penis. It stung like hell and it kept on going deeper and deeper down his urethra. Eventually it came to a stop and he growled and whimpered in pain, and some embarrassment. He watched in fear as a panel in the conveyor belt opened up beneath him and a steel chastity belt was raised up around his crotch and snapped shut around his waist, with his penis stuffed tightly into a small tube, covered by thick steel plating. As the belt closed around him, he let out another gasp as he felt a large butt plug shoved forcefully inside of him as the belt closed. He thrashed against the arm restraints to try and reach down to his belt and get the horrible thing off of him, but the robotic arms pulled his wrists back up harshly. Dustin whimpered as steel boots were placed around his feet, and more and more steel pieces were locked together, eventually covering his legs all the way up to his chastity belt. The final leg piece was snapped into place and Dustin looked down to see his legs completely covered up. He realized that they looked exactly like the suits that the guards that had brought him here were wearing. Did that mean... They aren't robots at all! They're all anthros trapped inside of these suits! His panic turned into dread as he realized this and glanced all around the factory. His attention was turned back down to his encased legs as he felt something extremely warm around them. To his horror, the steel plates were being welded together. He was going to be trapped in this suit forever! His yells were ignored by the guards as his chest and arms were encased, piece by piece being welded together. A stiff steel collar was placed around his neck, making it nearly impossible to bend it to look anywhere other than straight ahead. He let out a sad squeak as it he felt it be welded to the rest of his new bodysuit. He knew what was coming next, and winced as his helmet was placed on, custom fit to his tiger shaped head. What he didn't expect was the large gag that was forced into his mouth, stuffing it completely full all the way back to his throat. He tried to scream as tubing was being inserted through his nostrils and down into his throat for breathing. Everything was pitch black and silent. It took about a minute for the helmet to fully set up and turn on. He saw a display come up and could see the factory room around him through a tinted screen. The cuffs locking him to the conveyor belt and holding his arms removed themselves, and for a brief second, Dustin was able to move around in his suit and pull at it before the display changed. The suit's hypno setting was fully activated, and Dustin was reduced to nothing but an obedient worker within a second. He was ordered to his post in the assembly line with all of the other suited anthros and didn't regain his own consciousness until he awoke in his cell some time later. The suit wasn't as difficult to move around in as he expected, the hard steel made bending in certain ways impossible, but he found that with a little practice, it was manageable. He looked down at his body, welded into the suit and whimpered. He pawed at his crotch, feeling his dick compressed within the tiny little tube, making any sort of pleasure out of the question.

Day after day passed, and Dustin began to lose track of time. His all liquid diet fed to him through the tubing in his helmet made removal of the suit unnecessary. Days turned to months, and Dustin began to notice that his thoughts were becoming harder to form, his time of freedom during the night were becoming less of his own. The hypnotic programming of the suit had long since erased his hopes of escape, and with each day he felt more compliant. After 4 months, Dustin had been successfully reprogrammed. All shreds of his individuality and freedom had been erased, and he was just another worker for the mysterious factory. There was no longer a tiger locked inside of that suit, pleading silently for escape or rescue, there was just the suit. And the suit did as it was programmed.