FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Jurassic Latex Park: Decisions & Aftermath

---

Brian watches his packmates from the sidelines. His massive feral rubber raptor body lays on the ground as he grinds his chastised cloaca against the ground as he holds back his whine in need. He sees Kirisha on top of a pinned Aqua, the domineering green feral raptor grinds and squeaks with growls and chirps as she exerts her dominance over her lover. Her warm sex drips and smears its juices along her lover's tail base.

Aqua growl moans in heat as she feels the weight of her Alpha and lover press down on top of her, pushing her into the ground. She pushes up against the grind, the warm grind of her lover against her side causes her cloaca to twitch and drip as her instincts make her feel as if she will be taken at any moment and the anticipation is driving her wild, yet at the same time she knows it won't happen… and she loves it.

Kirisha grinds and humps like a dominant male as she takes her lover for her own delightful pleasure. Their feral mindsets only enhancing their lesbian sexual attraction to the other. It wasn't simply about the pleasure and climax. In this position that was nearly impossible, but the bond between the two grows stronger as their positions within their park and their love for one another is only reaffirmed.

Brian knows he is not meant to be there, his cock presses hard against its chastity, ready to burst but unable to do so. Every night this week he's watched helplessly around this time as his two packmates tease him by showing what they can do with each other, without him.

Then the voice that makes strange noise from nowhere speaks, “Fifteen minutes after closing. Removing mental restrictions."

Brian's mental facilities return to him as the growls and grunts from Kirisha and Aqua appear to have become more feral in nature, “I shouldn't watch… but I can't look away," Brian thinks as Kirisha runs her claws gently across Aqua's side. Their bodies squeak loudly as Brian watches, his claws trying to reach down toward his aching cloaca, slipping only a few teasing claws within which provide only meager comfort as the tips tap against his internal chastity device.

“Twenty minutes after park closing, reducing physical realism to level one," says the voice in Brian's head as Aqua moans out.

“Harder, please harder. I want to feel you all over me," Aqua calls out before she freezes at the realization of what she just said.

“With pleasure love," Kirisha responds with a nuzzle lick, pushing aside Aqua's embarrassment as she continues for a few more minutes before she reaches her heated climax. Her cloaca gushes warm juices along Aqua's side as Aqua visibly shudders in delight, her own sex squirting from the sensual pleasure overload as she climaxes.

“I knew you'd love it in the end."

Aqua hides her head a little, “It's still embarrassing to be seen doing that."

“If it really bothered you, I'd not let him watch."

Aqua takes a breath as if she was about to say something but lowers her head more at the realization of what her mate was really insinuating and deep down how true it was.

“I thought so," Kirisha says with a nuzzle lick.

“You three are very predictable where you want to be when the park closes," says Amia as she walks in from the jungle ferns that surround them.

“Could you blame me? After seeing my love so naked, vulnerable and with me all day, I can't contain myself to wait," Kirisha replies with a raptoric purr.

“I hope you enjoyed yourselves for your week is up. It's time for me to take you back and get you out of those suits."

“A week has happened already? Hmm, time flies when you can't count most of the day," Kirisha remarks with a chuckle as she looks over to Aqua, “I'm sure you're happy."

Aqua keeps her head down, “I-it will be nice to be back to normal. But I did have fun… thank you."

“Welcome love, and I think Brian didn't mind I included myself and you into this part of his birthday present," Kirisha responds as she looks over to Brian who lowers his head at the powerful look, she gives him.

“Yes… it was great, thank you. I will feel a bit sad to be out of this, but it will be nice to get out of my chastity," Brian replies with a rump wiggle and soft hump of the ground.

Kirisha lets out a raptoric inquisitive purr, “Oh… sorry I think you are a little mistaken Brian. You aren't leaving yet."

“What?" Brian asks as he lifts his head and lets out a soft raptoric purr.

“She's right Brian, you are staying here for a little longer," Amia replies as she gently rubs Brian's side.

“H-how much longer?"

“One more week."

“Another week!" Brian exclaims.

“What? Did you not want it?" Kirisha asks.

“N-no. I didn't realize I was going to be here that much longer by myself."

“You won't be by yourself, you have me Brian," Amia says as she rubs his side more.

“T-true," he replies with a soft trill.

“And you won't be alone. My friend Leika will be accompanying you as your new alpha. I'm sure you won't mind another hypnotic trance to pull you into the mindset that she has been your leader the whole time," Kirisha replies with a playful wink.

“Another girl to tease me?" Brian asks with a soft whimper.

“She's a hermaphrodite, but for our suits she'll be presenting as a male," Amia explains.

“She swings both ways so I don't think you'll have an issue getting along with her."

“If she's male, does that mean I will be get out of this?" Brian asks with a rump wiggle.

“What? Don't you like your chastity? I bet it's fun to be all pent up for the week as you see your fantasy play out over and over in front of you," Kirisha says teasingly.

“I-it's my birthday, I think I should get some choice in the matter."

“It's not your birthday anymore, and that decision isn't up to me, but to your trainer," Kirisha says as she head motions to Amia.

Brian shivers as he looks to Amia as she continues to pet him, “If you are a good boy Brian, I'll be sure you get rewarded with it being removed."

“T-that would be swell," Brian replies.

“Swell?" Amia chuckles, “How cute."

Brian feels the weight of his embarrassment of his word choices sink in as Kirisha and Aqua approach him.

“Enjoy the rest of your birthday gift. And don't worry about the home front. I have that taken care of for you," Kirisha says as she walks off.

Aqua follows but stops right beside him, “I had fun. It was weird having you watch us like a pervert."

Brian lowers his head and is about to apologize but Aqua continues to speak.

“But it made it… more fun. But don't tell Kirisha that. She'll tease me and make it happen again," she mutters as she walks off.

Brian lays there with his head down for a few moments before he feels Amia gently petting his side, filling him with a loving warmth that only teases his current desire to mate, “What happens now?"

“Next we can go around the park, hang out, and when you go to sleep tonight back in your cage, you will get a mental update and hypnotic tranced to undo the faux memories of growing up with those two, and be replaced with Leika."

“What about the time I had so far?"

“It will be untouched save for a few tweaks. Don't worry about it Brian. Be a good boy Brian, and everything will be blissful and delightful," Amia says as she runs her hands down along Brian's body and gently rubs at his tale base which feels oddly delightful, which causes him to let out a soft raptoric purr, “You trust me, don't you? I'm your trainer after all."

“Of course, I trust you. You are my trainer after all," Brian replies happily.

“Excellent. Now let's check out the triceratops group. Perhaps some play hunts to tease them with me riding your back could be fun, don't you think?"

Brian chuckles at the thought as the back of his mind aches at the dea of Amia on top of him, riding him. The sensation causes him to let out a soft muffled moan as he looks to her, “Sounds great. Get on."

“With pleasure," Amia says as she hops onto his back as they head off for a night of fun and when he returns to his pen a few hours later, exhausted at the fun he's had with Amia he lays his head down to rest he hears a voice speak in his head.

“New mental conditioning parameters detected. Preparing for enhanced mental conditioning level two."

A soft hypnotic swirl plays over the entirety of Brian's field of vision. Soft white noises play into his ears as they block out all other sounds. His body and mind tired from the long day, on the verge of sleep now pulled deeper into a passive hypnotic state. His mind opens up like a book as he drawn deeper and deeper. His entire body relaxed as his mind is consumed by the hypnosis now enthralling him.

The faux passed of his feral raptor life steadily changes. Much of it was the same as before, growing up with his pack, but now instead of Aqua and Kirisha, it was shifted to only have Leika, a white and pink striped rubber raptor. He was his Alpha. He obeyed, did what he was told by him. Overtime as he was trained and worked with his Alpha they grew closer and closer to the point that they began to feel sexual feelings for the other.

Leika was always his Alpha, but he was more akin to being his Alpha's female rather than another male. The past week was shifted and put into a new context light for him. Before the two were packmates, now they were another pack he was placed with. He watched as they played with one another but did not trust them, nor did he them though they got along well enough.

Then when he watched the two enjoy the company of the other, sexually pleasing each other, while ignoring him, he watched, feeling arousal within him, his cock out, hard, grinding against the ground, but it wasn't the two females before him that was getting him aroused. It was him imagining he and Leika together like that. The warmth of his body, his power, grace, control as the Alpha exerted upon him.

There was some reason his trainer wanted him to be with these others, but Brian wasn't sure what it was. He sensed a “disappointment" in his trainer at the end of it. It confused him slightly but he did fret on it. Instead he would rest and wait for when he could see Leika again. He missed him and with those thoughts he was re-educated into his new subtle personality. Brian's bisexual nature perfectly being utilized to fit the new narrative, focusing him on the new pack dynamic that he grew up in.

When Brian awoke the next day, the fully feral mindset was already placed over him. His nostrils flared as he stretches to greet the new day. His claws twitched when suddenly the scent of his Alpha Leika reaches through the haze of his awakening mind. He felt a surge of delight and enjoyment as he turns his head in the direction of the scent and only moments later does he see Leika approaching him through the fern jungle.

Lieka a sleek white and pink striped rubber raptor with obsidian claws, pink eyes, and a rubber feathered crest that starts white at the base and steadily turns pink toward the tips. Brian's own rubber feather crest rises in delight upon seeing his Alpha.

He excitedly approaches Leika, his claws pulled back, head low as he gives a chirp welcome him. Leika looks back, standing proud and tall but also gives back the chirp greeting before nuzzling and licking his Omega's muzzle. Brian feels the warm rubber tongue against his scales as he lets out a trill of delight as he nuzzles. He feels wonderful that his Alpha is not mad at him for his absence.

The two lean in against the other, their bodies squeak softly till Leika pulls away and raises his head. Leika lets out a little call and with that Brian lifts his head and smells as he quickly realized what it was. Breakfast…

The hunt was successful and filling, their claws cleaned with the delicate help of the other. The two large feral raptors lay in the sun in the early morning as the strange creatures make their click and other strange noises. They were there and at times bothersome, but they didn't interfere with their food or hunts, so they were often ignored as they went about their day.

Two hours before noon there was a strange noise in their heads and a moment later, they felt different yet the same. They had a feeling in their minds that it was getting close to the time with their trainers and just as that thought enters their mind, they hear a high pitched whistle.

Like a pair of trained dogs, they raise their heads up to the noise and rush off towards it and when they reach the source they see their trainers Amia and Igna stand behind the gates that lead out of their pen.

“Good boy Brian," says Amia as Brian feels a tingle of pleasure, while Igna makes similar noises toward his Alpha.

“Good girl Leika," says Igna as Leika stands proudly and gives a soft chirp.

“Amusingly the guy responds to girl better," chuckles Amia.

“Not like they know the meaning of the words right now," responds Igna as the two stand there patiently as the doors are slowly unlocked and opened allowing them to follow their trainers to their fitting room where they will be promptly dressed in their pony-raptor gear like they have done so many times before.

Leika and Brain stand and wait for the commands of their trainers as they are steadily suited up. They have done this so many times in their minds that they could do it in their sleep, but as always their actions are tightly controlled by their trainers via commands and prompt rewards of easy meat, easy food for an easy task, it is simply instinctual to just obey and do as they are told.

Afterwards they are led and hitched to the carriage. Leika proudly stands in the lead while Briand submissive stands behind him. Brian watches as Leika is backed into position, giving the carriage control completely to him. Brian simply follows, watching the sleek rubber tail of his Alpha bounce and tease him. He feels a surge of arousal as he watches it in an almost-hypnotic-like-trance. Yet despite his desires and lust his body has become too well trained. While in gear he remains discrete in showing of his arousal. If he does, he wouldn't get food. Easy food, must obey, get food. Simple yet controllable thoughts run through Brian's head, a perfectly tamed raptor, ready to do what his trainer wills him to do, following along with his Alpha, for it is what his Alpha does, and therefore so should he.

Brian keeps his claws tight against his body, his nostrils flare as he waits for the next command. The leather harness creaks with his subtle movement. His raptor hooves clip clop against the ground as he makes slight adjustments to his balance. The cart behind him creaks as he feels the urge to look behind him, his blinders preventing him to see anything but what's directly ahead of him. Yet despite his urges, he doesn't. He knows what will happen if he does. Less meat. No reward. Don't do. Simple, easy obey.

The reigns that connect Leika and Brian together grow taught as Amia commands “Forward" And with that simple word they step forward pulling the cart with them. Brian feels the weight of the cart tugging on his body yet despite now being one less to pull it, it feels the same strength is required to pull as before.

If Brian was able to create and comprehend the thought he'd easily have thought, “Alpha Leika is so much stronger than those other two. He is great, the best Alpha," but of course, this was not the case. It was simply a feeling, a sensation within his mind that is without words, the awe and admiration of his powerful Apha right in front of him, teasing him with such a delightful view made the day progress in such a hellish heavenly way.

They'll complete their trip around the park several times over the next few hours. Drinking water from their harnesses, ignoring the scents and sounds of the small creatures around them as they carry a few through the park stopping on command, and continuing when told to do so. Simple, easy food, wonderful view, follow the Alpha.

Brian enjoyed it all despite the torment of being teased by the rearview of his Alpha the entire time. He loved following him, he loved… Brian's thoughts wandered slightly back to the previous week when he was with those others. He saw them interact in the forest, when the trainers allowed them to do so. They spent time together doing something… interesting. Perhaps… Brain's mind pieced together he should attempt what they did? Perhaps Alpha Leika would like it? Would it be good? Those raptors were different. They were not like Alpha.

Brain simply wandered about this concept in the most simplistic of terms, and yet even this caused him to get distracted and having to get Amia to get him back on track and in line with his Alpha as he almost once continued to walk after he was told to stop. Yet despite the fear of getting less food for not obeying the eagerness within the back of his mind to try to please his Alpha steadily grew and his excitement for the end his carriage time grew more and more to the point that those who would pay attention that Brian was not being so discreet about his eagerness to do so as his raptor member bounced in the air and dripped for the better part of the entire circuit around the park, fortunately though, no one who did notice said anything and luckily for him it was their last trip around the park. Lastly as they were taken back to be unhitched Brian felt his member bounce for the first time and Brain's mind began to fret.

He didn't form words but feeling that he has done wrong. His claws pull back against his body, the thought if the trainer saw he'd not get food worried him, and that worry steadily ebbed Brian's eagerness as he relaxed and by the time Amia got off the carriage to check on them, Brian managed to hide his excitement once more.

“Good girl Leika," says Igna as she rubs her side while Brian sees his trainer Amia smile and rubs his side.

“Good boy Brian," she says as their trainers guide them back to get their gear off. Piece by piece, Brian feels the leather pony garnments striped from his body and the more is removed, the more he can't help but look at his Alpha as he gets a nice cleaning by his trainer, making his rubbery white and pink skin shine.

Brian shifts his weight from side to side as he grows more eager with thoughts and ideas in his mind. In the far depths of his mind he worries if his Alpha will take his move the wrong way. What will he do? He saw the other two do it, why won't it work for him? His nervousness suppressed his arousal for the moment as they were cleaned and led back to the pen.

Brian happily follows his Alpha back to their home, and only minutes after being secured within the pen, the higher mental controls turning them from tamable feral raptors into pure wild feral beasts activate as the level of self-actualization thought dies down dramatically as he and Leika go on their easy yet successful hunt.

Despite his altered mind set, the ideas placed forth in his mind, to emulate what he saw with those other raptors remain. Once their hunger was satiated from their hunt, their claws licked clean from the blood of their kill they take a moment to drink from the stream within the forested area of their exhibit.

Brain watches his Alpha Leika drink from the water, his strong sleek rubber raptor body filled his mind with arousal, his member twitches within his cloaca as he gets closer and lets out a soft submissive chirp and head bump against his side to gain his attention.

Lieka lets out a soft caw as he turns his attention to him. He tilts his head; his feather crest rises slightly as he inquires what Brain wants. Brian nervous but determined keeps his claws against his body as he lets out a soft chirp trill before simply rolling onto his back, legs apart but drawn to his body revealing his warm wet cloaca with the cock tip already peeking through the folds to his Alpha.

Brian lets out another submissive chirp as Leika makes a raptoric purr of curiosity, unsure what his packmate is doing. Brian heart beats quickly as he keeps himself exposed. The sensation of being this vulnerable to his Alpha tripled his arousal without him knowing exactly why, except for, this felt… good.

As Lieka stands over him looking over him as his feralized mind tries to piece together Brian's actions. He was about to give up on the matter when he notices Brian's sleek member sliding out of his cloaca. His large aching cock dripping with internal cloaca juices twitches in the cool air as Leika moves in closer, lowering his head between Brian's legs.

Brian pants at presses his hand claws tighter against his body as he lets out a submissive chirp toward Leika as he moves in closer. Brian shivers as he feels the cool air mix with the hot breath of his Alpha. Brian impatiently waits for what happens next, but luckily for him the weight was not long.

Brian's actions caught Lieka's attention. His curiosity drew him closer and brought his head where it is now less than an inch from his packmate's cock. The unique scent of arousal heavy in the air as he breathes it in, sparking Lieka's own arousal which made him lick across Brian's length, starting at the base where it pokes out of Brian's cloaca and all the way up along toward the tip, the unique flavor washes over Leika's tongue pallet as he suddenly finds it to be rather pleasing, bolstering his own arousal as his length slips out of his cloaca and aches between his legs.

Brian responds with a loud raptoric purr and chirp as Leika's rough tongue licks along his entire length. Pre-cum dribbles from Brian's needy length as he feels he hasn't felt such pleasure in his entire life. His hips buck and claws twitch as Leika continues soft tender licks across Brian's cock.

Brian's raptor song of pleasure sings out and fills Leika's ear holes, encouraging him to continue. With each lick Leika finds more delight in pleasing his newfound lover. With each lick his bond with him grows more. The delightful taste of his packmate is hard to ignore, and he wanted more, and what he wants, he gets.

Brian watches as Leika presses his muzzle against his cock. Deep within his mind he knows the most sensitive and vulnerable part of him is exposed to the most fearsome and powerful part of his Alpha, and this added to his delight.

Brian didn't comprehend the loss of control to his pleasure, but all he knew was this action felt great, and he'd love to do it again, and again. Leika tilts his head and licks along the width of Brian's member as Leika's tongue coils around the side to get to the delightful juices hidden underneath Brian's member.

As Leika licks he sees pre-cum leaks out of Brian's tip, while he finds himself also dripping with equal lustful needy. His body feels a powerful urge to slip his member into another one of his kind, into Brian, but for the moment that is on the backburner as the delightful clear liquid oozes out of Brian's cock is uniquely flavored yet delicious.

Over and over Brian's cock is licked by Lieka's rough warm wet tongue. With each lick he feels his pleasure rise only to eb a little in the time between. Slowly, steadily Brian's enjoyment grew more, and with it so did Lieka's. The two “discover" this new enjoyable activity together and simply how deeply they enjoy the other.

The week pent up did a number on Brian, his member leaks copious amounts of pre-cum, and his pleasure quickly rises through the ranks of ecstasy towards the pinnacle of his pleasure. And when he hits that delicious height, he lets out a loud trill of pleasure, his cock spasming as hot streaks of seed shoot out over his belly. The warm streams his belly scales as Leika licks from the stream like a water fountain. Leika finds the stream of his packmate's essence even more delightful than he anticipated and licks more along the tip as he edges out every last drop from Brian's aching member.

As Brian lays submissively to his Alpha, he watches as Leika licks around Brian's cock, adding to the delightful afterglow, and as his scales cool where he climaxed, it was soon warmed by Lieka's tongue as he licks across Brian's underside, gathering each delicious drop to pleasant surprise. Never before has he felt this underneath his Alpha in all meanings of the phrase and he loved it. His spent cock twitches in positive reinforcement as Leika movers over, licking across his rubbery scales with a soft squeak till they are muzzle to muzzle.

Brian lets out a soft trill chirp of pleasure but keeps himself in a submissive state as Leika with his claws out, his entire body screams dominance to Brian simply licks him across the muzzle, nuzzling him for a few moments before walking ahead just enough so that Lieka's length now hangs over head.

Brian looks up in surprise curiousness as he was thinking such an act, to lick the nethers of the other was a sign of dominance, yet now his feral mind wasn't so sure and as he thought this out in between his strong instincts and his limited logic the first droplet of Lieka's pre-cum hit Brian's lips, instantly knocking him out of his train of thought.

A second drop hit his lips as he instinctively licked them clean, getting his first taste of his Alpha's essence. He never before tasted something quite like this, sweet and salty, uniquely its own, but Brian's instincts drummed within him, his softening member grew hard once again and the urge to lick swelled up within him.

Another droplet hits Brian's face, this time it slides along his muzzle which Brian tries his best to take a lick when he hears a chirp from his Alpha. Brian looks ahead to see his Alpha upside down, looking at him. His Alpha lets out another raptoric chirp as he lowers himself down bringing his cock within Brian's reach.

Brian submissively whines as he lifts his head to give his Alpha's throbbing warm length a long passionate lick. Leika lets out a chirp of pleasure as Brian feels a warmth flowing through him, part of it is the warm juices of his Alpha's cock flowing onto his tongue allowing him to get a better taste of the treat his Alpha presents before him while other warmth rushes down his spine and builds within his loins keeping his need going strong as if he hasn't enjoyed the delight of a climax.

Over and over he laps across his Alpha's length, lengthwise and sidewise, as he emulates the motions his Alpha gave to him. His Alpha's growls of pleasure only encourage him further, deeper into his lust which resurges in strength with each passing moment.

Leika's claws twitch as he feels the delightful rough tongue against his sensitive flesh. He never “knew" what delightful pleasures his packmate could bring him till now. It only edged him further in strengthening their bond with one another as the buildup of feral lust continues in his loins.

Leika pants in delight as his hips buck against Brian's muzzle. Brian feels the warm dripping length against his muzzle and head as he works his best to adjust and continue to lick till there is a trill that escapes from Leika as he climaxes. Hot sticky rubber raptor juices spray over Brian's muzzle. The warm seed is especially tasty to Brian who works hard to get every last drop out of his Alpha before the delightful spray stops.

Cum slides along Brian's nuzzle as he works what is left from Lieka's member. Leika growls out in contentment as he feels his need and desire steadily subsiding when their higher mental faculties are then returned to them.

Leika recalls this delight is not the first but one of many in her normal dualistic anthropomorphic raptor nature, but at the moment this was very pleasurable, and she felt pleased that Brian was continuing to lick and clean her cock despite his full senses returning to him.

Brian hears an encouraging chirp from Leika as their bodies were still restricted as completely feral. Brian responds with a happy trill in return as he works to clean every last drop off of Leika's rubbery member. The taste no less potent or delightful than before, making this a unique but fun experience for him.

Once finished Lieka moved over and proceeded to lick Brian's muzzle clean of her own spunk, and by the time she was done the physical level of restriction placed upon them ends. Brian rolls back onto his feet and looks away a little bashfully, “That was… better than I thought it would be."

Lieka chuckles, “I could say the same. Though it is interesting experience of being a feral gay raptor. They played us to the tune very well. Not that I mind, you were just enjoyable giving as receiving. Perhaps next I should give you a bit more," she chirps with a playful wink as Brian tenses a little at the implication of that.

“That sounds… strangely enticing," Brian admits as he lets out a nervous chuckle as Leika gives him a feral grin, and at that moment Brian knew that he was going to have a very fun week but he didn't know that the best was saved for last.

On the last day of his stay at the Jurassic Latex Park, Brian awoke feeling different than he did before. All his faculties were still his own and he stretched with his still only semi-feral restricted body Lieka stands over him with a chirp to further wake him, “Wakey wakey lover. Today is a special day for you."

“Huh? What do you mean?" Brian asks.

“I could tell you but why ruin the surprise. Asides, I think you'd like it if Amia tells you."

Brian feels a tingle of delight when he hears the name, “Alright, I suppose so," he says as he rises to his feet as Leika gives him a playful nuzzle, “I don't think there is any supposing with you. When you aren't my gay feral bitch, I see how you like to spend time with her," she says as she walks off towards the exhibit exit.

“Hey now," Brian says softly as he follows.

“What?"

“Nothing."

“What I thought," Leika chuckles as they arrive to the gate in short order where they see Amia standing there.

“Morning you two. Sorry for the change in routine, but today is your possible last day and I want to make it extra special," she says with a smile.

“Possible last day?" Brian asks with a soft inquisitive raptoric purr.

“Oh good, Leika didn't tell you."

“I told you I wouldn't."

“Let's get you inside and I'll explain," says Amia as the locks are steadily undone and the gate opens allowing them to casually walk inside.

“I would like that for I am rather confused."

“Sorry about that. Kirisha wanted you to know about this during your second week, but I wanted to surprise you and offer you the chance to stay with us afterwards as a permanent member of our other park."

“Other park?" Brian asks.

“The Jurrasex Latex Park. It's the pure kink and adult version of this park, only an hour away."

“Wait there was an even kinkier version of this park and I don't know about it?!" Brian exclaims in surprise.

“Sorry, but that one is more exclusive so not as well known. We actually use this park to filter for possible future exhibits for the other."

“That would explain the constant rotation of most of the people in the exhibits," remarks Brian.

“Exactly!" Amia says as she turns to them as she walks backwards as she continues to explain, “The other park is full of bondage, more rubber delights, using feral dinosaurs as the exhibits, where the clientele become whatever feral or anthropomorphic dinosaur of their kinky delight and enjoy the exhibits."

“Ah… oh… hmm, and you want me to join that?"

“Yes. It is a rather extensive commitment, but before you decide, it would be best to give you a taste of what is going to be given to you. Don't you think?"

“Y-yeah. I think so," Brian replies as he looks to Lieka as he feels his subtle arousal from the conversation grow stronger, “I think this hypnotic effect is making me really get into this," Brian thinks for a moment as they are lead to a docking area where there is an open truck waiting for him.

“Just step inside and we'll whisk you away to the other facility where the gear and conditioning equipment is."

“Conditioning?"

“We'll give you a light taste of the raptor drone program before giving you the option to stay or not. After all the final and quite possibly the last choice you'll ever make should be well thought out," Amia says with a chuckle as Brian with a mix of eagerness and nervousness at the thoughts swirling in his head, steps onto the truck.

“Have fun, Brian and happy birthday," says Lieka as she gives a raptoric chirp farewell.

“Thanks, I will," Brian replies as the door closes behind him and he's carted off like some cattle.

The drive itself was peaceful, the hum of the truck engine, cars on the highway, the smell of gasoline and diesel was a little bothersome to his enhanced sense of smell, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. With each mile toward his new destination his mind mulled about the possibilities and experiences he is about to face. For the past two weeks since the day of his birthday onward has been non-stop fun and enjoyment, fulfilling various kinky fantasies and the idea of it possibly ending after today was a sad thought, but the idea of what is to come after this drive overrode what sadness he had in his mind.

As the truck pulls into the park the smell of leather and latex became overwhelming. Brian's nostrils flared at the aroma that hangs heavy in the air. Despite the other park being filled with rubber clad employees and rubber dinosaurs, the scent of rubber was there but not overtaking like it is now.

Brian's imagination whirled with what fun he is about to have and just what is contained with the park when the truck hisses to a stop and backs into place. Brian shifts on his feet with growing eagerness as the door opens to reveal Amia waiting for, “Welcome to your new home. I hope the drive wasn't bad for you."

“It was fine."

“Come, come, it's time to get you suited up and set up for your exhibit," she as she gives a big grin as she says, “Forward."

Brian feels a tingle of pleasure and the urge to obey. When he takes his first few steps Amia compliments him, “Good boy Brian," and with those words Brian felt the hidden layer of hypnotic trance placed onto his mind return. Any hidden concern or fears Brian may have had are completely whisked away.

“Good boy Brian," Brian softly mutters as he follows Amia to a room that is connected to a long hallway. The smell of rubber is heavy here and when Brian follows the smell, he looks up to see large molding and rubber crafting equipment hanging overhead. Liquid rubber flows through tubes as machines that look like spider legs spindle together the gear within moments as the ground Amia stands on rises up to make her equal height with him

“Now stay," Amia commands as Brian feels a tingle of pleasure rush through him, “They gave me permission to suit you up and prepare you for your exhibition. Your exhibit number and your name for the duration of your stay here will be B-1118. Do you understand?"

Brian nods, “Y-yes."

Amia smiles and runs her rubber fingertips along his rubber muzzle, “Good boy Brian. This may be the last time I call you that," she says with a playful wink as Brian responds with a soft needy whine.

Amia holds up her hand and lowered down onto it is a large rubber O ring. She takes it and places it against Brian's lips, “Open your mouth just enough to let this in."

“Okay," Brian says as he does so as Amia slides the O ring in till half of it is in past his teeth while the front juts a three milimeters past his lips.

“Bite down slowly."

Brian does as he's told as he feels his rubber teeth sinks into the rubber and like biting into a hard jolly rancher, he suddenly finds his teeth glued to the ring and unable to bring them apart. Amia grins and slips her finger finger along the inside of the ring to find it smooth and perfect still, “Wonderful," she then raises her hand as two a few inches long tube of rubber is dropped into her hand. She squeezes the tubes and blows through them as they whistle, “Good, good," she says as she takes them into her mouth and teasingly suckles on them for a few seconds before she slides them into Brian's nostrils. Brian tenses ready to feel the urge to sneeze but strangely he does not.

Amia flicks the few millimeters of the rubber tubes that stick out of Brian's nostrils as she says, “I'll let the machine do the next part," she says as she takes a few steps back, the floor rises to meet her steps so she doesn't fall.

The spider claw machines hum to life and move down and start attaching countless rubber threads to the O ring as they start to form a rubber cocoon around Brian's head. The threads merge and smooth as they grow in quantity while Brian feels the rubber squeeze down along the front of his muzzle. The rubber tubes in his nostrils are quickly attached to the spreading rubber as the machines move across Brian's head like a 3D printer printing on a 3D surface.

The threads of rubber wrap and coil around Brian's head as they steadily move along the front of his rubber raptor muzzle. He sees countless threads being pulled around his snout as the sleek black rubber creeps up along his head. Air whistles through his nostrils as excitement rushes through him. As he shifts though restraints clasp around key points along his body holding him still as the machine slowly does its work.

The rubber grows ever more constricting around his head like an anaconda squeezing his mouth shut, but no matter how hard it constricts, his mouth remains open, rubber coats his teeth smoothing them out as he slowly drools from the front of the mouth, his tongue runs across the hole, helpless to do anything else as another machine puts convex shaped hard rubber cups over his eyes. As they approach they appear to be solid smooth rubber but as they are put in place just moments before the spindle machine reaches his eyes he sees they have hundreds of small holes that are nearly invisible at a distance which allows him to see albeit with heavy restrictions.

As the rubber threads attach to the mounds over his eyes, he feels the grip and march up along his head grow ever tighter. The smooth rubber pushes down his feather crest as the features of his head are slowly smoothed out.

Two hearing aids are slipped into his ears mere seconds before the rubber threading reaches them, locking them under a thick layer of rubber that continues to wrap around his head. Brian's body squirms and squeaks under the treatment as he looks to Amia who watches in delight as he is undergoing his encasement. With a wave of a hand a large mirror comes down in front of him showing his smooth featureless head.

A tingle of delight runs down Brian's spine as he sees the black and red striped rubber scales steadily encased in a vanta-black void that is slowly, thread by thread moving along his body. The machines smoothly word around the back of his head, the soft hum of the machines deafened to him under a growing white noise that makes it increasingly harder to focus on anything but the faceless creature before him.

The machines adjust around his body as they spin around his neck. The threads grip and constrict around his neck yet don't squeeze to the point of hindering airflow. A tight loving embrace of rubber that knows when it's just enough of a grip around this vital part of him. Like a choker sliding slowly growing down along his entire neck.

As the countless threads wrap around Brian's neck he sees something that catches his attention, a spec of white. At first he thought it was his imagination but as he sees in the mirror more white steadily appearing along the side of his neck it becomes clear that there is something being printed into the side of his encased neck. Millimeter by millimeter the rubber marches down his neck steadily revealing what is being crafted into his new rubber skin that he is being bound to. Over the next few minutes a bar code appears along the length of his neck with the designation B-1118 placed underneath, along with a small QR square about one centimeter by one centimeter in size placed right under the start of his designation.

Brian pants heavily as the air is heavily scented by the fresh rubber that surrounds him. Amia stands beside the mirror looking into it then back at him, “You're looking real good B-1118 and we just started. I hope you can handle it… oh yes I should tell you. If you want to stay like this all you have to do is keep your mind on your name. Lose that, become a mindless blissful drone with your designation, with no desire other than to be fucked by the next person that comes along. You'll be staying here forever. Let's see if you can do it," Amia says with a loving yet teasing smile as soft white noise in his ears grows louder, drowning out any other sounds.

Under the haze of noise Brian still sees the spindle machines move down his body, coiling the rubber across his rubber scales. As the surface area grows so does the number of rubber spider machines that work to encase him. As two machines work around his chest and back, slowly coiling and wrapping him in the rubber strands a spider is assigned to each arm.

Brian squirms against his bondage as he feels his arousal grow stronger and stronger yet despite his growing needy, his aching self remains locked within his cloaca as by some unknown force bent on keeping him chastised within his own body. A pair of vanta-black rubber mittens are brought down and slid over his claws. Air is sucked right out of mittens; the rubber tightly grips around his claws and as he twitches them they squeak loudly.

As the rubber from the spiders is attached and merged with the mittens, the two spider machines free for a brief moment a hose is brought down and attaches to the front of each mitten. There Brian's airtight bags that hold his hands are flooded with a soft rubber foam that fills and expands the ball mittens to their full spherical shape. Inside brian feels the foam solidify around his claws.

Brian takes the moment to move and wiggle his claws which move against the strong resistance of the memory-like foam that surrounds every inch of his claws. It's soft and delightful to the touch but eventually Brian's fingers grow tired and they are gently pushed back to their resting default position he had his claws in when the mittens were flooded with the foam.

Amia walks over to the ball gloves and gives them a firm squeeze. Brian feels the soft foam caressing his claws as the balls are compressed and over a period of ten or so seconds the balls return to their original shape, “Those always feel so damn soft," she remarks before stepping back to let the spindle machines that are assigned to his arms to work again this time to craft thick rubber straps that have no clear beginning nor end around his arms, binding them tightly to themselves, adding yet another layer of helplessness that he absolutely loved.

Brian couldn't hear Amia's words anymore as the white noise overtook everything else. Millimeter by millimeter the rubber strands continued to encase Brian's body. His feathers becoming completely hidden under the layers of rubber. His arms completely bound and useless as the two spider machines now move to join the others that continue to coil the sleek rubber gimp raptor suit around his body. Their added efforts only serve to speed up the process of his every increasing helplessness.

Brian knew where the current progress of the endless procession of rubber bondage around his body was by only touch as the rubber around his head and neck is so thick that it is impossible for him to turn his head more than a few centimeters at best which made it impossible for him to see where the machines were for himself.

Only the cool air around his exposed rubber scales, the hot melted wax sensation of where the new strands came into contact with his body and the slow steadily cooling warmth of rubber around the rest of his body told him what he needed to know, they were just now reaching the halfway point of his body and it has already felt like hours have passed, despite this Amia doesn't appear to be tired from watching his transformation into this new rubber raptor gimp drone.

The thin impossibly strong rubber threads squeezed tighter around Brian's lower chest and belly. Air is forced from his nostrils as the built in rubber corset was steadily crafted from the stands and then hidden by the second layer to keep the smooth unbroken flow of the impossibly black rubber suit that is being built and custom fit just for him.

Tighter and tighter the rubber squeezes his body till he can only manage quick shallow breaths, causing him to feel a little light headed, adding to the difficulty of being able to think as any of thoughts, concerns, worries, inquires, all is whitewashed away under the white noise.

The machines, relentless and uncaring in their pursuit in binding Brian down to the very last bit of his body. The human bound in a feral raptor body being bound into another thick layer constricting rubber.

The progress of the machines finally reaches his hips as three pairs of machines work in separate sections of his body. Two sets at first work on his ships and crotch region but will later split to work on each leg. While the last pair will march on down Brian's rubber raptor tail.

For now, though the six machines work in unison to envelope his hips and his lower belly while a different machine moves down to add in specialized touches before the spindle machines reach Brian's cloaca.

The machine brings down a strange object which could be best described as a mix between a cock ring and a cloaca plug. The vanta-black cone shaped plug is massive in size yet hollow at the end and through the base with a thick cock ring attached via a rubber bar.

Brian already lost in his lustful state thought he heard words in tune to “let it out" hidden within the white noise. His aching rubber raptor cock out and dripping of his raptor lust juices, twitching in the cool air now throbs harder as a small bit of pre-cum oozes from the tip as the rubber ring is slipped around his length.

The ring squeaks and wipes a thick layer of cloaca juices off of Brian's aching member. Further and further the ring goes, the cone part of the plug now slips into his cloaca where it finds his hidden rear and with a solid single push slides into him with a pop. Leaving his cock forced out and an O rubber hole sticking out for any to try to slip in and try.

Brian lets out a grunt and a moan, his O ring at his mouth drips heavily with his saliva, but his moans only grow deeper when he feels a thin rubber tube slipped down his urethra. Brian's claws twitch as what parts of his body that can squirm do so as he feels it slide down several inches down his massive length and into his body, his nostrils whistle as he breathes in deeply as he tries his best to cope with the sensation of being sounded, his mind desperately trying to figure out if this felt uncomfortable or wonderful.

Amia pushes the rod fully into his length till only a few millimeters of rubber sticks out of his cum slit. Warm needy pre-cum drips from his twitching member, funneled through the tube in a slow-moving stream of lustful enjoyment.

With Brian's cock and rear secure the spindle machines begin to web the pieces together into his gimp suit. Strand by strand the rubber hole for patrons to take part of in his cloaca and the hard-throbbing cock, aching to be touched are bound together, exposing both to the world for use and desires, whatever they may be.

Brian feels the warm rubber envelop his cock, bit by bit, as the base becomes more secure as the plug hole is attached to the gimp suit that is molded around him. Within minutes soon there is nothing but a hanging throbbing cock, ten percent bigger in looks than before, and a perfectly round fuck hole for anyone to take advantage of.

The helplessness adds to Brian's love his current predicament, driving him further down into his dark desires to be perhaps left like this forever. Those thoughts whisper sweet nothings into the back of Brian's mind, reinforced by the white noise as the machines continue their march to encase every inch of his body.

The rubber strands move around and down his powerful legs, squeezes and tightens around him, making it ever harder to move against the rubber, as its warm embrace takes him. The rubber squeezes his thighs and legs like a glove that is half a size too small, allowing the perfectly smooth shapeful form of his raptor legs to shine through. His sickle claw twitches as he feels the rubber move down to his feet and behind them. Each claw is covered expertly and dulled at the tip, as several restraining strands of rubber bind his sickle to his ankle forcing it stuck in an up position but thanks to the rubber is several times more harmless than a plastic spork.

As the last few scales of his body are encased at his tail tip the spider machines at his legs get to work on the second stage of bondage as several strands of rubber pulls his legs together, thigh to lower leg, the seams between the two disappear under thousands of rubber stands that merge together into leg binders that due to hidden rubber bands weaved into the suit force his legs apart like an invisible spread bar has been placed at his knees, keeping his body exposed for those who wish it.

Brian instinctively tries to close his bound legs, but the rubber bands soon tire and win out, forcing him back into the desired “natural" state that he was to be subjected to. What else was being twisted into a new natural shape is his tail. No longer in the feral stiff state, the rubber along the spine of his tail curls, forcing him to raise his tail, further exposing himself to those around him, which only at the moment was Amia who gently reaches up and caresses his smooth vanta-black rubber muzzle.

“There we go. Nice and perfect. But I have to ask. How do you feel?" she asks as Brian can barely hear her words over the white noise. He lets out a huff of whistling air through his nostrils and wiggles and that is when it dawns on him, he's hanging off the ground.

The fact he was forced to pull his legs back didn't ring alarm bells in his mind, it was the simple fact that when he wiggled his body sways slowly from side to side, and the drooling needy whine that escapes his O ring lips are the only responses that he could give given his predicament.

“I'll take that as a yes my dear," she replies as she steps down the ever moving platform that holds her up. She stands underneath Brian, well within his blind spot as she reaches up and caresses his rubber bound aching member.

Brian feels her muffled touch through the rubber, which is enough to cause a little spurt of pre-cum to drip, drip, drip out of his smooth rubber cock, “Very eager aren't you B-1118?" she chuckles as she caresses the cock and pulls it forward, bringing Brian along for the ride as the machines above him move him effortlessly down the long endless hallway. From his hindered vision he can see his body passing two long wall mirrors that give an infinite reflection of his faceless smooth vanta-black gimp suit.

The view feels rather surreal to him. His entire body is now encased in this thick layer of vanta-black rubber. So dark is his rubber that you couldn't say is body shined. Simply a lightless void of sexual perversion. An endless black hole ready to accept all sexual delights of others around him, like the space counterpart sucking in all light. Soon he'll be doing a lot of sucking himself, and he knew it, and that fact excited him to no end.

It's hard for Brian to describe but the longer he listens to the white noise, the more eager for this face he becomes. Soft tender thoughts of being what he sees before him creep ever deeper into his mind, taking root to the very recesses of his core, ready to bloom out into the faceless needy drone that he is molded out to be.

“This is happening. I can't believe how good this feels. I could stay like this? But can I? I mean I have other things to do. Other birthday gifts to enjoy. Would it be fair to stay like this? No matter how enjoyable this is? Is that selfish?" Brian wonders as he gets to the end of the hallway. A mobile crane picks up where the ceiling mechanism left off, grabbing the bonds that hold him up in the air.

Brian feels the inertia of the transition bounce him, his cock springing up and down as he is helplessly taken out of the building with Amia guiding him forward via his aching rod. Within moments he is taken outside, the warmth of the sun beats down onto his body, the ultra-dark rubber absorbs the sun's warmth, heating him up, yet not uncomfortably so. In fact, it felt soothing like slipping into a hot tub after a long day of work.

A cool breeze adds to the calm and soothing sensation, drawing Brian ever deeper into the mental lull the white noise brings. Brian only slightly twitches as he sees through his countless eye holes a menagerie of kinky fetishized dinosaurs, each in their own unique bondage exhibits. Each species is held in their own building where on the side of the building Brian can see “educational" information about the subject, though hard to make out there are general details about the dinosaur species, along with times climaxed, denied, if able to climax, male, female genders, sexuality and other information along those lines.

Each of these exhibits were broken into three zones, the first is the waiting zone, where people wait to use the subject, the second is the suiting, if the user wanted to become a dinosaur to mate with the subject, and the last was the holding area for each dinosaur which were held in just as tight faceless bondage as himself. Their designation on the side of their necks as they hang open to the patrons ready to take them. Others could watch through massive windows that encompassed those held inside. Each exhibit also has fauna and flora to add to the “sex in the jungle" feel that many of the kinky patrons have come to desire when coming to such an exclusive park.

Then there are the patrons themselves. Some appear to be rather normally dressed while others play up to the park's speciality, dressed in rubber, leather, revealing clothing of all kinds, that leaves either too little or too much to the imagination, but no matter what you are dressed like, no one bats an eye.

The only thing drawing any attention at this moment is Brian. A small crowd of people follow him as he's carted through the park towards his exhibit. One patron mutters loud enough to get passed Brian's white noise barrier, “Been a while since they had a raptor."

“Why did anyone not tell me such a place exists? Kirisha you knew this didn't you?" Brian thinks as he eventually reaches his new home. The exhibit doors open up and the crane connects him to the ceiling which has a system of wheels to make it easy to cart his hanging body to the desired location.

Inside the building Brian sees images of raptors in sex positions, several of which were ones Brian tried himself or saw Kirisha do with Aqua as well as a few he didn't think of. But soon he is pulled into his holding room, thick jungle surrounds him, his body is teased by the plants he moves past till he stops in a clearing at the back of the exhibit where he can see a crowd of eager patrons seeing the new bound raptor on display for all to see.

Brian feels a rush of embarrassment through him as he thinks, “I didn't expect so many people to be watching me…" he thinks as Amia speaks for the first time in what feels like ages.

“If you manage to hold on B-1118 you get to go home, but if at any time you'd like to stay longer. Just give in and become a wonderful delightful raptor drone that you've always wanted to be," Amia says with a soft chuckle giving Brian's cock a soft rub before suckling the very tip causing him to groan out through his drooling gag even more. Amia bobs her head up and down the long thick throbbing rubber length, the sensation growing ever more sensitive with each passing suckle.

“I should mention that the rubber is intuitive to your state of mind. The more you want it, the more you will become what you are now. Give in completely and you will be nothing but a needy bound hanging rubber raptor drone," says Amia as she gives the cock a playful tap, “The programing will start soon," she says as she walks off, “See you soon love."

Brian nostrils whistle as he breathes in deeply. His arousal grows each moment as he can see the blurred figures of those watching through the exhibit, so many eyes on him, and there is nothing he can do.

“Your designation is B-1118. You are a raptor drone. You do not think. You are an object of pleasure. No thoughts. Only pleasure. Squeeze. Fuck. Slurp. Moan. Good obedient drone."

The words at first hard to pick out over the white noise, but soon enough Brian hears them speaking as the white noise itself. The words tingle his mind, sending pleasure into him as he thinks, “They could already make me mindless. Why tease me like this… it feels good. So damn good. Maybe that's why."

Brian's line of thought is soon cut off though as he hears the rustle of ferns behind him. Excitement rushes through him as drool drips from his open mouth, his body aches already in anticipation as he knows what is coming, pleasure.

“Good drones are ready. You are a good drone. You are ready," whispers the white noise into Brian's mind as he hears soft squeaks and heavy footsteps as a soft feral raptoric chirp echoes through the exhibit chamber.

Brian nostrils whistle as he breathes heavily in anticipation, his member drips with unending desire as the footsteps grew louder and louder till coming out of the wilderness that surrounds him a large sleek black and red striped rubber raptor appears, their cock hanging out of their cloaca dripping with internal juices, sleek shiny, throbbing, ready to be driven right into him.

“I finally will get a chance to stuff you," says Amia with a soft chuckle as the soft femining voice rings into his mind.

Brian wiggles and moans softly as he hears the voice. Amia runs her feral claws along Brian's side, the sharp talons tease through his rubber as “she" moves in front of him, the scent of the cock wafts over his nostrils, adding to this lustful moment.

“You may be wondering B-1118 why I decided to be a male to test out your new self, but I think the better question might be why I chose to be female the entire time we were together. Simple, I was told to be a female trainer. Not that I minded, it was rather fun being a girl, but all this means is that I am rather pent up and eager to express the joy it has been working with over these past couple of weeks," says Amia as she lines up her length with Brian's dripping maw.

As Amia's claws run across his side, he steps forward the tip of his length touches Brian's open mouth hole, as a little spurt of eager pre-cum floods and lands onto his tongue, the sweet and salty tangy seed causes his rubber bound cock to jump and grow ever harder.

“I had them keep my voice in this suit, so you could recognize me. I didn't want you to think some random guy was going to be your first here, but me. And yes, Amia is my work name," he says as he thrusts his member into Brian's O ringed mouth. The slick throbbing rubber flesh runs across his tongue, the tender delight of Amia's cock encourages him to coil his tongue around it, to taste fore of this delectable treat as he is face fucked.

“Good drones suck. Good drones suck. Good drones suck," the voice whispers, reinforcing Brian's desire to suckle the cock of the one he'd admired so much. The “shock" of finding out she was really a he all this time was more in line of further breaking down Brian's social barriers that was built within him. Gender became less of a thing, simply the joy of the moment, the thrill of being mated, taken, to be left so helpless that anyone could enjoy his eager holes, all of which drew him further into this blissful moment as all he could see at this moment is Amia's thighs as they move back and forth as he is face fucked for all he is worth.

Amia's slick length slides along Brian's coiled tongue, sliding down his massive maw and into his throat where Brian swallows and squeezes the length more, wanting to give the one he's enjoyed all this time all the pleasure he can give with what little movement he has available to him.

Brian's focus further narrows and focuses on what he can do, what few things his heavily bound hanging body is able to achieve. Brian's rubber bumps and occasionally slips into Amia's cloaca, allowing him to take ever more of his thick length into his body. The momentum of Amia's thrusts sway Brian's body further, causing each thrust to be met with a greater force, shoving more of his muzzle into his cloaca drowning Brian in brief moments of the slick wet juices and musk of his mating partner.

A spray of lustful juices burst out of Brian's nostrils whenever Amia pulls back. Air wheezes through the tubes as Brian finds himself not so much needing the air, but something in the back of his mind is telling him to make him act like he does. His rubber bondage feels all the more part of him with each thrust.

Eventually with a loud raptoric trill Amia can no longer hold back his lust and unleashes a torrent of hot raptor seed, flooding Brian's mouth from throat to snout tip. No matter how fast Brian slurps down his treat, it feels as if Amia's pent up urges were more than his skills could accommodate for. Precious delicious seed drips from Brian's O ring mouth as Amia slowly pulls out. His heavy delightful pants make Brian feel delightful.

“Good drones get rewards. Drones do not think. They only do. Do work to get your reward B-1118."

Brian's tongue coils to prevent more of the precious treat from escaping as Amia pulls back and runs his body against his, causing him to sway side to side, “That was delightful, but don't think I am done yet. I've earned this," he says as he slips underneath Brian, rolling onto his back as he gives Brian's cloaca and hard aching member a long lick.

Brian squirms at the unexpected level of pleasure he receives as the thick tongue runs across his sensitive rubber bound flesh. Brian feels himself completely lost to the whims of his first user, and as she licks, he is unable to see anything but the crowd of people on the other side of the glass watching the show. A few with their phones out to film the spectacle before park security comes to stop them.

Amia continues to lick across Brian's rubber clad needy member. Each lick seems to send little shocks of pleasure through his aching flesh and through the rest of his body. It travels up his spine, spidering out in all directions as every inch of his form is affected by this hellish heavenly pleasure that he is now being given. It surges up into his mind, as a whistled moan escapes his rubber clad lips.

“Drone is a drone. Drone wants to obey. Mindless. Obedient. Mindless pleasure. Don't think. Serve. Obey," the white noise whispers to Brian.

“Feels so good," Brian thinks as the pleasure dropped at the thought. A chill runs down his spine against the warming pleasure of Amia's licks.

“No thinking. Only action. Good drones don't think."

Brian wiggles and squirms as he feels a little bit of him slipping. His need grows ever higher as he thinks, “No thinking," and the cold rush countering his delight comes once again.

Brian tenses and wiggles as Amia's tongue coils around his aching length which feels more sensitive with each passing lick, the layer of rubber between him and his cock seemed to grow ever thinner as if she was licking away to the center of his tootsie pop.

As Amia's lips wrap around his entire length Brian felt himself relax for a moment. His mind drifts and goes blank. There was nothing he could do. Nothing he could say. Nothing he could think. He was utterly helpless, and he loves it. Why not just let it happen, let this pleasure stream through him. His tight rubber body creaks as he twitches as his body sways back and forth as he is suckled away.

Brian stares forward as those patrons watching him, more gather, while a few leave. He drools in desire. Ready to accept another length into his open hole. There was nothing else for him to do but wait on others.

Brian wasn't sure how long Amia was giving his length a full long suckle, and despite the amount of pleasure surging through him his climax seemed to be forever denied to him, the fact of which only compounded his lust and desire for this to remain the status quo, but it was not to be, eventually Amia pulls her lips away from his impossibly hard length as his mind returns to him, “Don't stop… continue. Brian needs more…"

“I think you have gotten tastier B-1118," Amia says as he rolls back onto his feet, “But I think you've had enough fun. It's time for me to enjoy you once again," he says with a domineering raptoric growl.

Brian tries to look behind to see Amia but only gets glimpses of him out of his peripheral vision. Amia in his massive male rubber raptor body grinds up against him, the weight of strength of his current Alpha presses down upon him and his exposed body.

Brian's claws twitch as he feels Amia's hard length now pressing along his underside, grinding against the base of his tail and along the opening of his exposed cloaca. He squeezes in anticipation, but the plug keeps himself open, ready to accept anyone willing to slip into him.

Amia lines himself up as his cock tip runs across his hole. Amia's claws run across Brian's body, as he shows greater dominance over him. Rubber raptor muzzle against gimp rubber raptor muzzle, Amia's scent is heavy in the air, driving Brian deeper into a lustful anxiety as he feels he'd burst right then and there if he was allowed to.

“I hope you don't mind B-1118 but I intend to literally fuck your brains out. I know we said by the end of the day you get to choose, but I like you too much to just let anything to chance. Don't worry B-1118, you will love it here, and as part of my commission I get to have you once a week for an hour. Doesn't that sound great?" Amia says with a raptoric chuckle.

Brian shivers at the thought, his mind torn between wanting what he spoke of, and his fear of letting himself have it, “But Brian has things to do. Brian needs to get out eventually… but Brian really loves this," he thinks as he whines.

“I thought so," Amia says as he slips into him. Amia's cock spreads the rubber hole in Brian's rear even further, as Amia has easy access to the depths of his sensitive cloaca flesh. Each thrust was like an explosion of desire being set free. The ripples of energy roll through Brian's body. Wave after wave of delight crashes into him and surge up into his mind like a storm surge.

The waves crash into his brain, battering his mind as he is reminded of how helpless he is to do anything but take it and love it. His tight rear squeezes down on Amia's length as the soft white noise encourages him to do so, “Squeeze. React. Don't think. Obey. Give pleasure. Object. Thing. Drone. Serve. Obey. Squeeze. Don't think. Mindless."

Amia's hot breath blows across the back of Brian's head. The warm air rolls over his sleek rubber clad body. The subtle change of pressure slowly becomes more apparent to him as the line between him and the rubber gimp suit that entraps him becomes blurred. The chains that attach Brian to the rails that hold him up rattle as Amia takes him harder and harder.

Brian grunts and moans as he feels the pressure build up in his mind, the urges, his instincts to think and react, the programing that tells him to simply react, like a good programmed drone battle one another, and with each thrust, Brian grows weaker, the drone stronger.

“Feels so good. Brian like. Brian squeeze. Brian no think," Brian thinks as his mind is whittled away further and further. His cock bounces and slaps against his underside as he is driven further into his new state of mind.

Amia feels Brian twitch underneath him. His squeezing around his aching length steadily become more controlled, more rhythmic, more pleasurable for him as he feels the resistances within Brian steadily fall away bit by bit like the seed that drips from Brian's well used cloaca hole as Amia has given him more than one delightful climax, which flooded his body with his hot sticky seed, drowning away Brian's resistance even more.

“I've only been fucking him for two hours and he's this far gone, how wonderful," he thinks as his claws run across Brian's sides. The thick rubber around him no longer feels like an obstacle but his venue to ultimate pleasure and contentment for his new existence.

The rhythmic beats against Brian's body drums up his lustful pleasures. The squeaky music made as their bodies bang against one another is lost to his ears but is felt throughout his body as he “dances" to Amia's tune.

The beating of his heart grows quicker, harder, as Amia does the same to his tight rear that stretches again and again around his throbbing length as it oozes with lustful pleasures into his rubbery bound form.

Amia reaches around, his claws trace along Brian's heavily bound sides. His dominance and power presses down upon him as his weight is put into every thrust. A long deep growl escapes Amia's lips as he licks across Brian's eye mesh, the saliva sticks between the holes further blinding him on the one side, “If you cum, it will be all over. Why don't you give in and cum. Become a perfect delighted drone. Mindless. Obedient. Bound in an ocean of pleasure, directionless, pleasant, perfect," he states as he gives a hard thrust into him as his claws tease and run across his rubber bound length.

Brian's member twitches and aches with delight as those claws run across the rubber bound member. Each touch felt like a little explosion of pleasure, the sheer tightness of everything made every new point of pressure, each touch and caress all the more potent and noticeable.

Brian's nostriles whistled as he breathes quick and heavy. Each rub from Amia's claws drove him deeper into his lustful insanity that he could barely fully comprehend himself, “Cum and submit. Cum and obey. Simply cum and be a mindless drone," Amia says which sound more like whispers over the white noise fed into his ears.

It becomes ever harder for Brian to focus, ever harder for him to think, ever harder to do anything but feel what is being done to him as he grows ever harder. After what felt like a thousand lifetimes of endless pleasure the sensation suddenly stopped, but it was only then followed by a massive explosion of cum shooting out and into Brian.

Brian squeezes the cock as he milks the length for all its worth, his own aching, wanting to feel such a release but it feels denied to him as Brian thinks, “Mustn't think. Must be a good drone. Squeeze. Milk. Obey. Can't think," his own thoughts of what he wants betray him as his own climactic bliss remains locked away.

Amia pants heavily as he slowly pulls out of him. His rubbery hole leaks with Amia's rubbery white creamy seed, a delightful cream pie left for all who wish to see. Amia pants heavily as he pulls away, “I really thought you were close to giving in. No matter, I will be here daily till you submit. I will be getting first dibs on you, and I'll be here when you are cleaned and dipped," Amia says as he gives Brian a nuzzle lick, “See you then B-1118," he says before walking off, satisfied, while leaving Brian to drip away helplessly in that well used state.

Brian's body throbs with the echoing thrusts of what he just went through. His mind feels each thrust relieving themselves in his mind, his aching hole squeezes as if its still milking that delightful cock that was not so long ago yet seems like forever and a day, pounding his aching needy rear.

For the moment he was simply left there, exposed, helpless. His level of lust slowly dropping with each passing moment as the cool air blows across his rubber and fights the burning heat of his body.

“I… what… what just happened? I… shouldn't think, but… feels so good," Brian thinks as he looks around. The crowd in front of him as large as ever but already he can see a few patrons departing, having seen what they wanted now that his first session of the day has passed.

Brian's body aches in more ways than he can count. His limbs feel a little numb from the tight constricting bondage of being unable to move. In the depths of his mind he images briefly what it would feel like to move the limbs again, and with it a drop-in pleasure.

“Drones do not want to be free."

“Drones serve."

“Drones love to be bound."

“Drones love to not think."

“Good drones are mindless."

“You are a good drone."

“You are a mindless drone."

The white noise whispers become stronger as they caress along his mind as his thoughts drift away from the curious freedom that his own mind presented to him, and the further he drifts from that horrendous thought, the better he feels. The needier his body becomes, the lust and desire returning to encourage him to be as is.

Despite this, Brian couldn't help but wonder about his predicament. To think about how good it feels, and how part of him really doesn't want to leave this, to keep this moment going on forever. He knows he has the capacity to move a millimeter here, a millimeter there, but nothing substantial, not even worth trying as he hangs there helplessly swaying with what little momentum and air-conditioned air that is blown into the room.

The moment of respite did not last for much longer as the sound of not one, not two, but three new contenders for Brian's attention approached out of the ferns. Two well-endowed male rubber raptors and one rather equally endowed anthropomorphic female rubber raptor with her own aching delight between her legs. Brian could only get glimpses of them as they moved around him, they were the Alphas, the dominants, and he is the simple omega, the submissive the prey to these predators.

“I get his cock first," says the anthro raptor as she walks underneath him and reaches up to caress and suckle the tip like she was drinking from a water hose. Brian moans out in delight, as his member twitches in her grasp, and underneath that pleasure, Brian knows this is just the beginning of his tormenting pleasure.

Hour on end, patrons like these three, and ones similar to Amia, male, female, a mix between the two all had their way with Brian, and during all of it, he has no say, nothing he could do, nothing he could say, all he could do is feel himself be subjected to their moves, watched by those on the other side of the glass, and to wait helplessly for it to happen all over again with the next patron that has paid the toll to enjoy his body like the object that he has become and he loved it.

It felt strange though, during all of this, there were moments where Brian completely lost himself into the white noise, into not thinking, simply doing. During the moments of temporary lapse in thought, time slowed, pleasure, increased, the addiction to what is transpiring all around grew all the more intoxicating. It was for a few microseconds at first, but the time spent in the state exploded exponentially till by the end of the day, Brian found his thinking brain turning off for five or so seconds at a time and each of those moments felt like all the pleasure he received from all the other moments he experienced over the past few weeks were combined into a single instant which repeated itself over and over.

Even as the park was dying down for the day, and despite his popularity as the newest exhibit at the park, there were minutes of non-use that allowed him to fully grasp how helpless and powerless he has become.

And if anyone could even look into his eyes, they would see how much he begged for more. The glazed delight of what was happening, has made him selfishly craving for more, and all he had to do was selflessly give himself completely into the lust, the mindless droning prattle that echoes into his mind under the guise of white noise.

And as the first day comes to a close, Brian felt despite all the progress he has made into deciding what he should do, stay here, or go home, that he is still forever away from coming to a decision, or becoming the drone that they want him to be, that he finds himself wanting to be.

When Amia arrives to see his current state, cum drips from every hole, dribble along the sides of his chin hang like spilt hair gel. The cum dripping from his cock combines with the cum that leaks from his rump as it trails along his underside of his body to reach his cock which is the lowest hanging fruit on his body.

“My, my, look at that. Aren't you a popular new drone in the park B-1118. I hope you don't let that popularity go to your head now. You shouldn't be thinking at all, but according to the isometric readings on your mind and body, you haven't fully given yourself into what you truly want to be. Shame. Don't worry, another six days for you to decide to accept your calling," Amia chuckles as she steps into view, as she is back to her female anthropomorphic dilophosaurus form, showing off her red crest, and green scales which shine under the lights that all focused on him.

Brian could say nothing but breath heavily. The hours of constant sex and teasing were wonderous torture, his body and ached for more, despite the unyeilding desire to be released and allow to be released. A civil war rages within his mind of leaving himself to this glorious fate or allow himself once again to take control of his own life and make his own decisions.

“Have you enjoyed yourself B-1118?" Amia asks as Brian is simply able to reply with a soft grunt and whistling of air through his nostrils. Amia smiles as she reaches up and gently caresses his throbbing length, “I'll take that as a yes. But drones need to be cleaned and maintained, especially new drones like you. So now we'll take you to the processing facility where we'll make you even more of a drone… that is unless you really don't want to do it?" Amia asks as Brian lets out a moanful whimper.

“You sure?" Amia asks as she runs a claw along his aching length, “It will be the start of the process, where you may not come back from. It will also make everything you've felt so far felt like nothing," she explains as she gives Brian's rubber coated cock head a squeakful squeeze.

Brian moans out as drool leaks from his mouth as he manages to think out, “I want to try. Brian wants to try."

Amia rubs Brian's length a few more seconds as if mulling over the senseless moans as if they were an actual conversation being had, “I'll take that as a yes B-1118."

With that there was a soft hum and whirr of noise from overhead. Brian tries to look up but is unable to do so as his body shifts and swings as the rails over his body come to life and move him out of his exhibit area back to an awaiting automated crane which takes him seamlessly, leaving him to feel the hot summer night air across his body as Amia guides him deeper into the park.

As Brian swings back and forth, the bumps and uneven ground of the park caused him to swing helplessly as they keep a delightful reminder of just how truly helpless, he is. But through the micro holes over his eyes Brian manages to slowly piece together more parts of the park, the dozens of other like exhibits like himself. There he sees a few perfectly formed drones of other dinosaurs simply hanging while a crew of people spray and polish the drone down, cleaning out their well-used holes for the next day.

The crane's electric engine hums as Amia takes Brian toward their destination. Along the way Brian barely manages to catch a voice of someone else, someone that he does not recognize, “Congratulations that your new catch is doing so well."

Brian turns his focus to the noise as he barely sees an anthropomorphic purple shemale rubber dragon. He sees Amia give a friendly smile to the dragon as she responds, “Yes. He was a difficult yet rewarding catch. Though I hear your prize dragon was rather easy. Not that undermines the delight of having your former Master under such tight wraps."

The purple dragon chuckles, “Thorphax was always a switch. But when I gave him the option to try extended gimp raptor bondage here. He couldn't refuse. Only on day four and he's already well on his way to total submission, I bet your find is not nearly so receptive," she boasts.

“Don't be so sure of yourself. B-118 here is practically a drone and they have been under wraps for less than a day. I've been grooming him well before he came."

“So, have I, though you know dragons how proud they can be, and how everyone wants to fuck them. You may have had more visitors today because you are new, but my T-drone here will be the main draw in the end. I mean just look at this sweet ass of his," she says as she gives the heavily black rubber bound dragon's exposed rump a firm slap. A soft moan escapes from the dragon's drooling O ring mouth, “Now if you excuse me this drone needs his dip and polish," she says as she guides her dragon drone to the same facility as them.

Brian watches helplessly as a far larger and more powerful being, a dragon is carted helplessly as him towards his desirable fate, “If he can't resist, how can Brian?" Brian thought, the pleasure drops, while the excitement at the thought increases. His body and mind a torrent of desires and pleasures, the hypnotic trance he finds himself fading in and out of wants him no tot think, to simply exist and receive the pleasure, while he can't help but focus and love the thought of, to think of it, to go against what is desired of him, but wanting it.

Eventually Amia guides Brian to the facility. The view of the rubber shemale dragoness and her care, the heavily bound feral dragon just a few paces ahead of them, giving him a clear view of what is about to be fallen upon him. The crane takes his hanging body and connects it to the building's rail system.

Wheels run across metal as he's pulled along with Amia right beside him, “Here is where we process, repair, and build drones. As a new drone you will be giving daily dips for a week, then polished to perfection. By the end of the week, you'll be a perfectly mindless drone. The hypnosis white noise you here is there only to help prepare you for the inevitable."

Brian only manages to let out a soft whine in response as Amia rubs a claw along his side, “I thought you'd like that. Knowing what's going to happen and being helpless to do anything about it just turns you on more, doesn't it?" Amia asks as Brian responds with the same moanful response. Amia grins, “I thought as much."

The wheels overhead squeak as he's pulled along the hallway, the dragon and the dragon gimp just within sight but the purple dragoness peels off to the side and exits the hallway as the gimp dragon moves ahead disappears into the dark void of the next room. They move to the very cusp of the next room then stop.

“Here is where I will leave you till you are done with your rubber dip. Just remember to relax and let yourself go like a good drone B-1118," Amia says giving Brian's side a little tap before she walks off leaving Brian alone with nothing but darkness ahead of him. The uncertainty of what lies ahead arousing him further as his body tries to shift but is only reminded of the impossibility of such a task.

Five minutes pass in this silence? Ten? It's hard to tell as with no change, time has no meaning. There is only the constant white noise that encourages him to simply experience the pleasure and not to think about it.

Then there is a vibration that runs down the ropes that hold him up, the gentle tug of movement bringing life back to his world as he is pulled forward into the darkness. The wheels creak overhead as he feels the gentle shifts of movement side to side. Completely blinded for a good thirty seconds before he pulled toward a lit room with nozzles and cleaning machines akin to a car wash.

Hot water is sprayed all over his body, with streams of specialized soap that coats along his body sudding up his form, the heat of the water permeates through his rubber bondage, heating him to the core as if he's being melted and molded to the rubber bondage, while more lukewarm water sprays into his mouth and behind, cleaning out his holes even further.

Hundreds of small cloth strips attached to massive cylinders spin to life. They whirr loudly as the sound of them smack against his body, like a thousand little spankings across his entire form, further lathering up and cleaning along his rubber bound form. The thought of being treated nothing more than an actual object doesn't escape him as his breathing tubes manage not to get flooded by the water.

As he passes through one set of cylinders, he's passed through another, and another, each one using different sizes and speeds that beat his body clean of any grime and dirt that may have managed to remain on his body. As he pulls out of the last set of cylinders as industrial size blowers blow hot air across his body. The wind whips across his form as water beads and is pushed down along his body. The small pool of water that has gathered on the nape of his neck is literally blown away. After moving through two sets of blowers a dozen small six-inch spin brushes are set upon him, whirring up as they rub along every inch of his form, cock including.

The vibrations surge through his body as he is teased and cleaned by the spin brushes. They run across his entire form as he helplessly pulled along. The vibrations run across his muzzle, his cock, his tail, along all sensitive areas, which drive deep into the core of his very being, making his mind feel like it was being shaken down into mush, and just as he felt as if he couldn't take another moment of it they pull away.

Brian's nostrils whistle loudly as he tries his best to regain his breath and thoughts as each time he finds himself slipping a little, the blissful mindlessness of it all, but as he feels the gentle tug of gravity as he's pulled forward along the rails he sees his next destination through the small opening out of the cleaning room.

Before him, seen through his small micro holes of his faceless drone hood an olympic swimming pool sized pool of rubber. Several rails a foot over the surface. The sleek vanta-black pool is smooth without a single ripple as he is brought forward, toward this endless void of rubber, a black rubber hole of which he is about to find himself slipping underneath.

A soft drooling whimper escapes Brian's hole as he is moves slowly closer towards his inevitable dip with destiny. Instinctively he tries to move again but is reminded of his completely immobility and a soft calm rushes over him, “Drones don't think. Drones simply experience. No worries. No cares. No thoughts," the white noise caresses his mind as a soft click as he is connected to a different rail as a soft ripple catches his attention. He looks off to the side and sees several wires connected to one rail that is moving at a snail's pace from end of the pool to the other.

“Is that the other one?" Brian thinks as the pleasure drops off.

“Drones don't think. Bad drones get no pleasure. Good drones are thoughtless," the wordless whispers slip into the folds of his mind as he's slowly lowered into the pool. The tip of Brian's cock touches the rubber pool first.

A rush of heat and pleasure crawls up his length, which only compounds and grows as he slips in with only a small ripple shaking up the surface of the pool that is so dark against his own vanta-black rubber that there is no reflection. Only two voids becoming one once again.

Like slipping into a steaming hot bath, Brian is helplessly slipped in. The warm rubber soaks through his gimp suit and seeps into his very being. The heat makes him feel as if parts of his forms are melting and reforming back into the tight bondage he is held, and the sensation only grows as he is lowered more and more. The warm rubber flows up his open rear, driving the burning lust ever higher as if gasoline is being poured right onto the fire.

Millimeter by millimeter is he is lowered into the pool, the process intolerably slow taking at least five minutes just to get his chin to touch the surface of the rubber. His nostrils whistle louder and louder as his breathes grow deeper and deeper as the excitement rushes through him.

“Hot, hot, feels so good. Brian feels so good… Brian must not think. Feels good. Brian, must," Brian thinks as he feels the urge to escape mix with the urge to slip further into the embracing heat of the rubber pool. Then the surface of the rubber breaks over the top of his lower lip and begins to food his mouth and throat. The hot smooth rubber flows in like heated honey, vicious yet flows quickly. The taste is sweet, sour, bitter, tangy, salty a complete concoction of tastes that mingle into one. Effortlessly the rubber flows in past his lips and down his throat, drowning out his tongue which wiggles within the bath.

The heat doesn't burn, but it “burns" Brian, fueling him to his very core. His exhaustion, the hints of pain of being held so tightly in the constricting bondage were drawn from his body with each drip of rubber that fills his throat. There was no numbness to limb, but as his nostrils dipped below the surface, allowing the rubber to replace his precious air, Brian felt his mind and lungs first burn with an explosive heat then after several deep nervous twitching breathes, the desire to breath and the heat filling him becomes numb.

The rubber flows through his nostrils without issue, causing no problems as he is sunken deeper. The rubber seeps through the micro holes of Brian's drone hood, filling the small cavity between his eyes and the hood, blinding him with the same heat and warmth that then quickly numbs and then becomes the overall throbbing heat that envelopes him. The last island his body forms on the surface is soon enough swallowed by the void as he is steadily glided through the pool along the ropes that suspend him in this wonderfully vicious viscous liquid.

There was nothing to see but the voice. Nothing to hear but the void of the white noise. Nothing to think about but of the void, drawing his thoughts into the void, drawing him into the nothingness of his drone existence and the more Brian's mind turned off, the more he felt. The twitching of his cock in the rubber, the instinctive squeeze of his rear, the tongue flick to taste of the fluid, soon the slow movement of the rubber against his form which keeps fresh waves of heat and warmth so that he could never cool down the rubber around him was felt with each slow what was before an indistinguishable change of sensation around him.

“B...r...i...a….n" he thought for a moment before it was for the moment taken away. There was no new stimuli, just the constant bombardment of the rubber bath and the pleasure that it brought with it. There was nothing to comment on. He was simply there. A simple object, mindless, thoughtless, helpless to do anything but react in what limited capacity he has to the bath that he finds himself in and for the three hours that took him to go from one side of the pool, he was thoughtless, mindless, a drone.

Then suddenly, a sudden coolness runs across the top of their head as he reaches the end of the dipping pool. Rubber beads away from his head as he's slowly risen up. Thoughts slowly crawl back to him as the rubber flows out, dripping out of every hole. Rubber slowly drips from the micro holes of his drone mask, yet as vision steadily returns but as he feels an itch to blink, and as he tries… nothing happens and as the vision clears completely and when a single bit of rubber beads and runs down his field of vision, it becomes clear that underneath the micro holes there is nothing but smooth rubber.

“Faceless…" Brian thinks as the pleasure drops but as he stops thinking to simply enjoy the pleasure it steadily returns. He looks forward, whining softly in delight, his hole tighter, smoother, delightful, squeezing the rear needlingly as his “eyes" move to Amia who stands waiting for him.

“I hope you've enjoyed your bath; you'll get six more, the last and final will make you a perfect faceless drone, your body the suit that envelops you. I'm sure you've noticed. Your holes are more sensitive, your eyes are glossed over," Amia says as he is drawn toward her.

“To assist with it though, some nice polish to help the rubber bath soak in deeper is needed," says Amia as she soaks a cloth rag into a bucket of white fluid. Brian watches as he hangs there helpless to do anything as she wrings the excess liquid back into the bucket before running it across Brian's side.

A cooling sensation pierces into Brian's side, but like dipping your hand in ice water then resting it in the sun, the sensation seeps into Brian's body, only adding a greater dichotomy between the heat of his lust and the lack thereof. Like one cannot know happiness without knowing sadness, Brian couldn't comprehend the level of his burning desires built within him without the cooling polish that seeped into his body, but unlike sorrow, there was nothing saddening about this polish.

As the microfiber cloth runs across his bound sleek form and with each swipe Brian feels as if a layer of dust is being removed from his already clean body. Swipe by swipe, Brian's pleasure feels less numb than before, the line between his form and the gimp suit grows ever thinner.

“This polish not only cleans, shines, but also revitalize the rubber, assisting the bonding of you to the gimp suit, making you and the suit one in the same, enhancing your pleasure, enhancing your lust, opening your mind to further conditioning into the mindless drone you want to be," Amia explains as she polishes along Brian's length causing a loud whistle as he breathes in the sudden spike in delight, his length throbs and twitches, eager for much more as he feels his mind go blank for another blissful moment as he is overloaded by the pleasure.

“There, there B-1118. Don't worry, morning will come soon and you will get to feel the joy of being fucked within nothing to do, nothing to think about, and no worries throughout the whole thing in the morning," Amia says as she gives Brian's ass a playful smack, “And don't you worry, I'll be there first thing in the morning to take you before anyone else gets to you," Amia chuckles as she finishes polishing Brian before using the rail and crane system to guide him back to his exhibit area.

Brought back to his newfound home, Brian is left by Amia to brew in his bondage, the white noise the silence. Unable to sleep from the sheer power of the bondage that holds him in place, the constant nagging of pleasure pounds into him as his cock pounds with need, twitching, the pressure swelling within the tight hold that keeps him in check.

Over the hours Brian found his mind drifting in and out of thoughtlessness, six seconds, perhaps seven of pure mindlessness which rock his body like a drug, leaving him wanting simply more of it, the sweet nectar of it all just on the cusp of his lips as Amia would come first thing in the morning to give the hour romp that he promised…

Day two of Brian's time as a drone was the real first day of testing. Right after Amia finished abusing and using his tight needy holes, patrons came streaming in ranging in groups of one to five to all utilize his body for their own pleasures. Some customers even paid for a premium to forgo any in between user cleanings to enjoy Brian's cream pies. Throughout it all Brian was helpless, and he loved it. He was abused and treated like nothing more like an object. And as the day was proceeding towards the end, and his next bath and polish an hour away, Brian's mind was breaking into the next steps of his transition into a drone.

“Brian is an object. Brian object. Object, Brian," Brian thought as he went along with the white noise. His thoughts betraying him, part of him feeling an itch to simply not have to be bothered with these pesky things that deny him the existence of his pleasure. The rubber bath added to the sensation as his body became smoother, more uniform in its bondage shape. The creases between his limbs became ever more indistinguishable than they were before.

Day three is the same as the previous. Amia was there bright and early to taken so thoroughly, so perfectly. He knew every inch of his body, and every which way to abuse it to bring about highest pleasure possible for himself and as a result the highest level of pleasure to course through Brian's mind, body and soul.

The constant sexual assault by the seemingly endless stream of lustful patrons, all eager to get a taste of his rubber bound form was almost intoxicating to them as it was to Brian himself. The next cock that slipped into his tender eager hole was just as lovely as the previous but not as wanted as the next. His tongue happily lapped at the females, and it was a delight to be used like a living dildo as his aching leaking cock was nothing more than that to those that used him. Even when he was in essence “topping" a female he was at the very bottom, being used and controlled with no say for him, and the white noise made it ever harder to think, ever harder to recall things before these moments. Brian felt more of himself slipping, cracks in his mentality form, which are only filled and smoothed by the rubber droning program presented to him, filling the broken parts of his mind to make it hole, replacing what is lost with something even better.

“Bri… object. Bria… drone. Bria… Bra… Bra B… B is drone. Brian drone. Drone. Eager drone. Drone," the more complex thoughts were becoming ever more difficult to put together, to the point it was simply easier to disregard trying to think of anything with it.

Dip three into the pool and polish helped solidify himself into his new form. The crevices were barely noticeable now, the micro holes in his hood were pointless as he felt himself become more of the hood than ever before. Still his moments of thoughtlessness only lasted for twenty, thirty minutes at a time. His mind wants to comprehend the delight he is being given despite the knowledge that forgoing to try and become null and void in mind would bring the highest of delights imaginable. His squirming and breathing having calmed, no longer does he whistle in eagerness except when it felt “right" for it to happen when he was being abused as he felt more of himself becoming ever more artificial.

Day Four, another delight, another romp by Amia. Br… Bria? Drone B knew Amia. But it was getting ever harder to know how it knew of Amia. But Amia was a great user. Users are wonderful. Users give drone's purpose. Users give drone commands. Drone B's mind broken down further over the course of the day. And when Amia spoke that night B-1118, Drone B realized. Drone B is Drone B-1118. Drone B-1118's former name, former self drifted further away. If the name was spoken at this moment, it would feel familiar, like something spoken on the tip of his tongue, and it this sensation was only reaffirmed when it got his last user of the day.

“This is Brian?" asks a familiar voice that echoes into his mind, but Drone B-1118 doesn't react. It simply stays where it is, that is all it can do, as it sits there eager to be used by this new strangely familiar user.

“You mean B-1118," states Amia as she walks into Drone B-1118's view. Amia once again back into her anthropomorphic female rubber form.

“Yes, Brian. I know how this goes, so don't be so coy with me."

Amia gently runs her hand along drone's body, “Apologies. I shouldn't be so elusive. But this is what it wants."

“You know Kirisha only paid for an experience."

“And it is, an endless experience," she replies, “I'm sure you wouldn't mind testing out this perfectly crafted unit for yourself. One with your unique talents, I think you could have a lot of fun just with yourself with it."

The voice lets out a chuckled sigh, “I suppose. Though I am not pleased he did this."

“But I am sure you will be pleased with his results."

“This will take some time," she remarks.

“Take all the time you need. We close in thirty minutes, which I will need to escort you out."

“No need I can do that myself, but use, I will at the very least have fun since I am here, though I will admit I don't normally go like this, but, heck why not. A mini-vacation from myself could be fun. Feral raptor is the theme for this area yes?"

“You could be almost anything we can provide, but yes in this case it is the more traditional way of mating this drone."

“Alright, I think I will do as the Romans do, or should I say, do as the raptors do," she chuckles with a soft squeak as Brian feels a pair of smooth hands against his bound rear. His nostrils whistle showing off his anticipation though the need to breathe so much has gone down dramatically over the past few days, making it almost optional for him. Pleasure surges through drone B-1118 as the rubber hands caress his smooth sleek black rubber ass. As they touch and squeeze it, lifting its tail higher the hands shift and change and within seconds it feels the smooth touch to be sharp claws delicately teasing him, expressing power and strength over itself.

A soft female feral raptor growl reaches his ears as the large feral raptor rubs its rubber belly against his back, causing a shiver to rush through its spine, the white noise encouraging no thoughts, only reactions as he feels himself about to be dominated, “Good drones don't think. Good drones do as they are told. Good drones react. Good drones simply exist to give pleasure to others. Its own pleasure is inconsequential."

The unknown raptor's claws run across the drone's sides, teasing his smooth bound vanta-black rubber body. His hole twitches and aches in programmed anticipations as the user above hits the right buttons to make it a simple puppet, giving out the appropriate responses desired by the user.

The weight over the drone steadily lightens but the user doesn't get off of the unit, but instead soon feels a cock press up against his tender wanting rubbery hole. Drone B-1118 shivers and moans out, showing off its eagerness as the pleasure has tripled over the past few days. The waves of pleasure drown out most other thoughts it has as slowly the raptor cock pushes into its body, like a hand into a glove, it was made for it.

As the warm delightful member slips into his hot needy hole, a new set of claws run across the drone's sides and stepping into a view is a blue and black rubber feral raptor. It stares at it with yellow rubbery eyes. She lets out a soft raptoric chirp as she says, “I heard you had a wonderful tongue. Let's see if the stories are true." The female feral raptor's voice echoes into the drone's mind. Something about it sounded familiar but it couldn't just place it, but those vague thoughts and feelings are quickly whisked away when she positions herself over its body, the two raptors now on top of it.

The sleek rubber female cloaca rubs against the drone's face and as her warm hole met its own the drone's tongue felt a programmed code click into its mind, pushing its need to think further down, “Lick and pleasure."

The sleek black rubber tongue slips out of its drooling dripping hole. Sleek, smooth, yet ribbed for others pleasure. The female raptor moans, her claws run across his upper sides as she humps against the drone's mouth, pressing the front of its muzzle into its cloaca. The warm wet rubbery juices soak into the drone's face, dripping down its chin and its neck, as its tongue goes in ever deeper in an effort to please the one before it.

As the drone's face slinks into the female raptor, the male slips deeper into its rear. Firm squeaky thrusts pierce into the drone's body, pressing against its prostate as it milks along the entire length of male raptor's cock. Waves of pleasure crash in from both ends of the drone's body.

“Drones do not think. Drones serve. Drones obey," the words echo, becoming ever more real into the drone's mind, suppressing more sense of self as it is fully utilized as an object, while at the same time, something in the back of its mind tingles, its soothing, pleasuring, but something it has never felt before, making it feel so strange and foreign, and unsure how to process it.

But the drone's attention is soon diverted by a hand caressing its cock, “Always so eager, but yet unable to do anything, just like you like it," Amia chuckles as she gives the cock tip a firm suckle, “Your flavor is improving with each passing day. Soon there will be nothing but perfection," Amia teases.

“Perfect drone. Obedient drone. Mindless drone. Only an object. A thing for others to enjoy. Pleasure from use. From users," the white noise whispers into drone's mind as the delight of being used by all three points drove it further wild with delight it was being used so completely.

The male rubber thrusts harder, deeper into the drone, the sleek hole eagerly accepting the massive length that felt as if it grew to match every inch and crevice of its insides. The huge length slid deeper than anything else before it, hitting the very depths of its body, pressing the prostate like a hot lust button, sending out explosions of pleasure that it could only dream of if it was still capable of dreaming.

Its black rubbery tongue slid ever deeper into the female in front of it, the hot juices splash over its sides and slide down its mouth. The sweet rubbery female cream is sweet and tangy as it slides down it is mouth and trickles down its throat. It tingles and warms its body as it very core like the rubber bath that it knows it will receive later tonight.

Amia continues to suckle and bob her head along drone B-1118's length. She takes it deep down her muzzle as her hand gently caresses the small space between his well-used hole and his throbbing cock. A tender pleasurable no man's land, constantly ignored yet wanting to be pleasured and touched all the same.

B-1118's mind desperately tries to formulate thoughts. It's innate desire to think still surviving despite the constant trials it is being put through, but in these moments, it is simply there. The drone exists to be used and being used it is. Hot passionate thrusts fill the drone. The force of which forces tis muzzle deeper into the female raptor, adding to her pleasure, and increasing the sensation that it is a simple tool to be used for them, and that it did not matter, it was simply being used for the other's delight, and it is wonderful.

The two feral raptors using the drone as part of their mating ritual. It can see them nuzzle and rub against each other, the other larger male looks near identical as the other with his dark blue scales and lighter blue stripes.

They nuzzle and lick against each other, their claws run across the drone's side as they use it for leverage to mate themselves harder against it. Amia simply moves with the motions, teasing and caressing the drone's undersides, her lips pop off it's hard length with a squeaky pop, “Soon you will climax and be nothing but an object B-1118," she teases, the words of which, to be so mindless and so objectified causes it to feel its entire from shiver internally, as its outer form was now so solidified and bound that it provided almost no movement to speak of, not even a squirm between its fingers as they have fused with the gimp suit.

“You love to tease him, don't you?" asks the male raptor as it gives a firm domineering thrust into its hole.

“I love to tease it yes. It's my little drone project as it were," Amia muses as the mating continues, till the male and female raptors hit their climax in perfect coordinated unison and unleash their loads onto and into drone B-1118's body.

Hot streams of pleasuring rubber seed flood into the drone's rear, as light blue female cum squirts over the drone's muzzle and down its eager throat as its tongue reaches out to grab as much of the sweet nectar as it possibly could.

“That was delightful, but I wonder if he's ready for round two?" says the male raptor.

“B-1118 is always ready," explains Amia as she gives the drone's cock tip a teasing lick.

“Well that's one positive at least," he remarks as they begin round two, leading straight into round ten before they call their use and abuse of the drone's body complete.

“Since we are closing I will need to escort you out," says Amia as the male raptor who was using and abusing B-1118's mouth hole for all its worth pulls away it shakes its head and walks behind the drone and out of view.

“Don't worry, that won't be necessary," he says as Amia raises a hand in objection before lowering it a moment later.

“Well, that is one way of doing it," she remarks before using her raised hand to squeeze the drone's member, “Ready for your next bath?"

“Drone is," the drone thought the pleasure dropping as it is reminded of the blissfulness of its null existence, leaving it wanting to quickly return to it as soon as possible.

The bath dip of this day seemed to remove any line between gimp suit and the drone underneath. There was no sensation of differentiation between the two. It was the gimp suit, solid, immobile, unable to squirm except in small minute ways designed not for itself to feel any chance of escape but to give users the feel that there is “someone" bound underneath. Its squirming was for itself but for others. When it did not need to squirm, it did not. The drone was simple there for others, giving itself completely to the user, on the verge of giving itself completely to the programming that is crafting it into the perfected object that is a gimp drone.

Day five. Another blissful day of being fucked. Drone likes to be fucked. Users fuck drone. Drone accepts fucking. Drone waits for new input, next fucking. Drone exists to be used. Drone thought less and less, it was almost nothing at this point. What it is feeling wasn't thought but programing, guidelines, commands for it to follow. It did not think of anything, it simple, did.

Drone existed, drone is fucked, it is taken. It is used. And that is what happened. On this day, the drone is used, and taken by patrons who are happy to get a shot at the newest product of this lustful gimp park. Repeat customers were “recognized" but only to tailor the experience even better for this use, to keep it fresh, delightful, wanting them to come back for more, like any good drone.

Then came the that night, the time towards its next bath soon approached, the final bath from what Amia mentioned to it. It recognized it was being spoken to, but it did not react. What Amia was saying to it was no command, it was simple white noise where it comprehended but disregarded what was said as useless information not needed to complete its task.

Only when the drone noticed it wasn't going directly to the rubber bath that it felt something could be wrong. The programing thought for it, “Was it being stolen?" but then the answer came as Amia caressed its cock.

“You are going to get your final processing before being dipped, your last chance to say something against this, after this anything not in line with your drone programing will be purged," Amia explains.

B-1118 understood, but there was no reaction. It did not even breathe until Amia gave out a command, “Two breathes for yes, one for no drone. Do you understand what I just said?"

The drone breathed in twice in confirmation."

Amia smiles, “Perfect," she replies as they are led into a large cylindrical room that is big enough to house any dinosaur the park may ever sport. Computers line the sides of the room as the silver look of the room is a stark contrast to the empty void black color that the drone is.

A synthetic voice echoes out into the room, “Subject Brian, Designation B-1118, classification Gimp Drone, species Utahraptor. Now commencing dronification and acquiring of subject as property of Sex Park Enterprises. Do you understand?" the voice questions the drone.

“Drone. Respond. Two breathes for yes, one for no," Amia commands.

“Drone says yes," the white noise whispers into its mind.

B-1118 breathes twice.

“Confirmation of comprehension obtained. Brian accepts its identification changed to B-1118 and its status changed from human male to male-like object?"

“Drones say yes when asked if they want to be a drone," the white noise dictates the answer.

B-1118 breathes twice.

“Confirmation received. Proceeding with permanent objectification of drone B-1118," says the synthetic voice as fine delicate rubber fed nozzles move down to the sides of B-1118's neck and on both sides of its tightly held hindquarters.

With a soft whir and hum, a thin layer of hot white rubber is slowly printed onto the drone's body in four locations. Slowly a unique barcode is imbued into the drone's body, the heat of the code seeps into the drone's body as it memorizes what it is like a machine, mindlessly accepting data. As the barcodes are printed the drone's designation is printed below the bar code B-1118 as the designation matches the exact length of the bar code down to a micrometer. The white markings stand out on the sea of black that makes up the rest of the body, clearly signifying its objectification and numeration to all.

“Wonderful B-1118, you are almost done," teases Amia as she gently caresses his hard throbbing, aching dripping cock-like appendage.

“Proceeding with application of drone hood attachment," states the machine as robotic arms whirr to life as a pure smooth faceless raptor drone mask moves toward the drone's head. A massive three-foot-long phallic tube juts out past the hood, which is guided towards the drone's drooling hole.

The tip of the rubber tube presses against drone's lips. The tube compresses as it squeezes past the hole opening but quickly expands filling out the drone's lips, pushing the tongue down as the tube is slipped down its throat without a fight. Inch by inch the tube is shoved into its hungry hole like one massive cock, it was wonderful to the drone. It could see the inside of the drone hood that is to slip over its own gimp head. It's perfectly crafted to fit over its own head, like two pieces of a puzzle, the final completion of its dronification. Thousands of small rubber tendrils reach out towards the drone's head like iron dust drawn to a magnet.

As the hood slips into its final place, it seals itself around the drone's head, the tube fills every inch of its mouth and throat, with only a small opening where its tongue is allowing its tongue freedom to slip out and please all those who desire it, but when it becomes flat it is perfectly flush with the fuck tube that is now its mouth.

It's mind tingles with delight as the countless tendrils penetrate its head, pushing into the very depths of its mind. Its thoughts further pushed to the brink of nothingness, pure blissful null existence.

The white noise silences for the first time in what felt like an eternity. The words spoken now clear and direct right into the drone's mind, “Drone exists. Drone serves. Drone is mindless. Drone obeys. Drone will do anything it is commanded. Good drones serve users. Good drones are objects. Good drones are things. Good drones are null. Null is perfect. Perfection is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience. Nothing but service for a drone."

Drone B-1118 did not respond, it simply took in the programming as it is driven into its mind. Itself opens up further drawing as it feels itself being reprogrammed, retrofitted to become this perfect drone it is made to be.

Then the synthetic voice spoke, the core of the synthetic drone hive mind. It is one of many networked into the core. The drone's programming, its updates, what it is all is derived from the core. And it feels pleasure for the existence thanks to the core. “Final confirmation of dronification and purging of any corrupt data that could interfere with drone programing," the machines.

“Core, before B-1118 gives you, its response are there any backup copies of the drone unit of its previous self?"

“Yes. All drones have a backup copy made as part of the dronification process."

“Command code Alpha Amia 36, connect purge of B-1118's corrupt data and back up copy as one process."

“Command code accepted. Back up copy of drone B-1118 will be purged upon completion of its dronification. Confirmation from drone B-1118 required to complete the process."

“Set B-1118's confirmation action as a male-like ejaculation," states Amia.

“Affirmative. Upon ejaculation from drone B-1118 male-like appendage, final purge and dronification will commence."

Amia grins as her tail sways behind her, “Excellent," she remarks as she gently caresses B-1118's cock, “Did you hear that drone? All you need to do is climax. You've wanted that? Didn't you? You know it's true. Accept your new self, drone, and get ready to cum yourself into blissful existence."

B-1118 is already in a state of mindlessness. It had no thoughts, but it knows what is happening. It understands what this means. It's cock twitches in bliss. It wants it. It needs it. Amia's hands gently caress his hot aching member. Each touch feels like divinity is touching its body, and this is its destiny to be here at this moment to feel the bliss of it.

There is no resistance. No fear. No worries. Nothing in its head to get in the way of the pleasure it is a known feeling. It is perfect. Nothing could describe this, no words were needed, it didn't need them, they would only get in the way of the pleasure.

B-1118 did not think, but it knew these truths, “Drone is an object. Drone is a thing. Drone exists for users. Drone exists to be used. Drone's designation is B-1118. It obeys programing. It does not think. It follows programing. Drone awaits command. Drone awaits command. Drone awaits command. Drone awaits command," the drone ready to do as it is told without a single thought. Simply reacting to the commands it's given within the parameters of its programing. Everything pre-decided, and in this moment so was its fate.

All that Amia had to do now was to give the command. To release the last binds that held B-1118 from its fate as nothing but a tightly bound rubber fuck object, a simple designation. No face, not a person, simply a thing. The drone eagerly waits for the last problems with its programing to be purged with no way to go back. It always wanted this. It existed for this. It was made for this moment, and all the future moments like this as it served its purpose to bring pleasure to others with no thought or regard to itself, for there was need to give any.

Amia feels the eager aching length throbbing along her hand. The drone's excitement for what is about to happen, excites her, causes her wet folds to drip with anticipation. She licks her rubbery lips as the stream of sleek black rubber pre-cum drips from his cock like a coffee maker just getting going. She squeezes the massive member with a loud squeak, the cock twitches, and spurts more, while the rest of the body remains still, silent, perfectly trained.

“Yes, that's it drone. Accept it. You are nothing but an object. And the commission on you will be glorious," she chuckles as she leans up and gives the drone's cock tip a little lick before saying, “Cum B-1118."

With those words, the floodgates were released, “Command accepted. Commencing climax," the program states within the drone's head. A hot stream of sleek thick gooey vanta-black cum sprays out of its aching cock. Wave after wave of hot juices empty out from its engorged internal balls that have been waiting to fulfill their purpose after all this time.

“Confirmation accepted. Proceeding with backup purge and final dronification of drone B-1118," states the machine as the drone's mask shows no external changes but internally comes to life, piercing deeper into the drone's mind.

The rubber tendrils sleek and slide into the drone's mind, searching for every bit of false programming, corrupted data, anything not needed or would be deemed to get in the way of the drone's perfected programmed purpose.

The drone's mind becomes further simplified, focused, further able to reach new levels of pleasure as its function was narrowed down to a few easy repeatable acts and with a larger memory storage than ever before for future updates and improvements, as well as user recognition software to provide better service in its near completely immobilized body.

Bits of what was Brian that somehow made it this far were steadily erased or rewritten to fit what drone B-1118 is, a simple fuck object at the dinosaur sex park. Concepts and thoughts changed within the drone's mind as its basis of understanding of the world around it is fundamentally changed. It no longer fucked or had sex, or needs, it simply followed. Amia, the lovely joy that she/he is to the drone was now user 1356312. Amia's full name catalogued and recorded to be known internally as user 1356312, and all known relevant data known about this user was uploaded into the drone's mind and any new data that it could add would be uploaded to the core and transmitted to the other drone's on the network.

“Final dronification processing complete. Drone B-1118 is now ready for final rubber bath," states the machine.

“Okay. I'll get that done right away," says user 1356312. Drone B-1118 now recognizes all other users by their assigned numbers. Memory of the other users updated to match. With only one coming up as “user unknown" the one that used it with user 1356312 before being completed. Drone B-1118 did not wonder on this, or question it. It was simple data to be noted and move on as it will be taken to the baths dipped into the hot smooth rubber where the drone mask would be made part of itself, perfect forged, perfectly made together as the drone is completed in the delightful bath, ready to be used the next day…

Brian would awake in his bedroom in a cold sweat. He looks around his room as he feels his morning wood ache underneath the bed sheets. His lips salty from the sweat of the night's dreams. Everything in his room looks exactly like he left it on his birthday, “Was it all a dream?" Brian muttered as a soft squeak from the corner of the room drew his attention instantly as a voice spoke in his head with an underlying hint of annoyance.

“It was no dream Brian. And I would say you have a lot of explaining to do, but I've already been in your head to know what you'd say before you would even say it," states Thrysta into Brian's mind while yet still giving a sense of direction to make him look to the sleek blue rubber mewtwo dressed in tight leather dominatrix outfit which shines as much as her rubber body. Her eyes softly glow as she floats in a sitting position in the corner of his room. As their eyes meet Thrysta speaks vocally to him, “Morning sleepy head. How do you feel?"

“Thrysta what are you doing in my room? Wait… what happened? How… how am I here when… drone… oh drone," Brian mutters as his mind shifts for a brief second to a mindless state, his cock twitches as his hands gently rub along his aching length which shoots pleasure through him to a level even greater of that as a drone as he hears a loud distinct squeak coming from the bed.

“Oh, where do I begin," says Thrysta with a sigh as she spins a leather collar in her balled fingers, “First of all, this is no longer your room. When you became a drone you became non-existent so you technically no longer exists. And after all that work I did getting you that mewtwo suit, you go and get yourself droned."

“Ah… I… ummm," Brian tries to collect his thoughts as Thrysta's eyes glow for a moment and his thoughts corelease into a coherent thought, “Why am I rubber?"

“Good question. I could just give you the information and you'll know but I will simply tell. That's your new body. Made from my latex, which by the way permanently makes you my submissive," says Thrysta as she floats over to him and gently moves her rubber hand through his body as if he was water, yet at the same time didn't cause any pain but mind blowing pleasure.

“Oh fuck," Brian pants heavily.

“I had to give your mind a new body to inhibit, after all your real one is now a mindless drone being fucked right now at a dino sex park."

“I… uh… what? Then how am I here?"

“I took your mind and placed it in that body. By the way you know how long it took me to unfuck your mind from all that programing you gave yourself into?"

Brian shakes his head as he slinks down a bit, “N-no."

“A very long time. And if it weren't for me, you'd be cuming out your mind due to the hypersexual pleasure you'd be feeling right now."

“Wait you are making this feel not as good?"

Thrysta nods, “Yup."

“Oh god…"

“No, there is just me, and what I am going to do to you."

Brian freezes, “Do to me?"

“Don't think I did this for nothing. Yes, my friends would miss you. And yes it was YOUR decision in the end to get yourself turned into an object. Which you still are back at that park by the way, in case you haven't realized it. And There might of been an existential crisis, which you is the real you, if the “real" you didn't become a mindless object. So you are you, and only you are you but that you is mine," Thrysta explains.

“I see… so what now?"

“What I said. You are mine but what we do with that will be our decision."

“What are my options?"

Thrysta smirks, “I thought you'd never ask," she says as her eyes flash and Brian's sleek black rubber mewtwo suit teleports by the bed, “My rubber is special. You can be whatever you want. But the hyper pleasure is mind numbing, and you could cum yourself into nothing. Like if I wasn't helping you, you'd cum, like so," Thrysta explains as her eyes glow a soft blue and in that brief moment pleasure rocks Brian's body and his cock erupts in a hot stream of sleek rubber cum that soaks and stains his bed, and one second later Thrysta's eyes glow again and the pleasure once again becomes manageable.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck," Brian pants.

"You'll need to eat food or rubber to get that back. Just so you know."

Brian nods, “I-I see."

“Now your options. You can remain human, rebuild yourself, train yourself to be your old self, and exist with this pleasure without me constantly assisting you. You'd be mine, but you'd be human as long as you choose to be."

“As long as I choose to be?"

“I am a mewtwo, but I decide my shape to be a mewtwo, my color too, as an example," she says as she shifts into the female feral raptor he recalls fucking as a drone for a half a minute before reverting back, “I am what I decide to be, and I decide I am a mewtwo. Helps I am a powerful psychic," Thrysta smirks.

“And my other option?"

“Slip into your birthday gift suit. Merge with it, become a mewtwo. Become psychic and be like me. And… my personal pet."

“Pet? Not toy?"

Thrysta's eyes narrow, “We are not toys. Though I will admit we can be confused for such."

Brian feels a shiver run down his spine, “Sorry, sorry."

“Now will you sort of return to your old life as a human and spend months or years to become independent from me to some degree."

Thrysta looks over to the sleek black rubber mewtwo suit “Or become a mewtwo. Train you in your psychic abilities over months or years and become my personal pet and fellow mewtwo. And though you will be able to and can shift to other forms. Be sure, I will give you a very mewtwo centric mindset."

Brian swallows a lump in his throat and nods. His body tenses as he thinks over his options. His life has already changed forever, but now given another set of life altering options. Thrysta flicks her massive thick mewtwo tail as she says, “If you need time to mull it over, feel free to take it. I'm not here to rush you like Amia."

Brian shivers at the name, as pleasant thoughts fill his mind, “N-no. I think I know what I want to do."

Thrysta smirks, “What will it be? Rubber human? Or rubber mewtwo?"

Brian looks down at his rubber hand as they squeeze the bed sheets with a squeak, then up at the large black rubber mewtwo body then to Thrysta, clad in leather, a collar in hand teasing him. Brian takes a deep breath, closes his eyes as he answers.