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Lifting Up and Dumbing Down Part 39

You never thought wearing your jock strap could ever feel so good, but after spending a good couple of days in the hospital in little more than a gown, it felt so right being reunited with one of your favorite undergarments. You pat the pouch fondly as you look down at how full it is. It actually feels almost snug now as it cradles your privates. The rest of your clothes were a little tricky with the bandaging and dizzy spells, but you managed, with a little help from a couple of nurses. Duff grinned at you from the receptionist’s desk. “Hey, lil’bro. What’s up?” You chuckle. “Oh, you know, the usual.” “Now, remember to keep resting for at least another week,” the receptionist said. “The doctor left those instructions specifically for you. Give that bruising enough time to heal, before you even think  about using those weights again.” “That’s gonna be a little hard,” Duff snarked. You couldn’t help but chuckle yourself. “Lifting’s about all we ever really think about.” You both grin at her cheekily. “We lift things up and put them down,” you recite together in perfect unison, then laugh again. The receptionist rolled her eyes, but held her tongue and proffered a clipboard your way. “Sign on the line below, and we’ll release you to your friend’s care.” You quickly sign, then you’re home free, walking to a large charcoal-gray van and the familiar towering shape of Hank. He smacks you on the back and smiles. “Welcome back, muscleman.” “Good to be back, Sir,” you say with a mock salute. “Smartass,” Hank said gruffly, even as he smirked. “No, Sir. I’m a total dumbass. Ask anybody in town,” you say with a smile. “Huhuhuh,” you chuckle. “All right, dumbass, let’s get you home, then.” You smile. “Sounds good.” “You and I are going to have to have a long talk, later,” Hank said as he pulled open the sliding door effortlessly. “There are some things I need to iron out with you.” “I thought iron was for lifting.” Hank stared silently at you for a few moments. “Was that a joke?” he finally asked. “No, Sir. It’s healthy for a muscleman like me to pump iron. I love to lift things up and put them down. It’s right for me to lift things up and put them down. I need to lift things up and put them down.” You know you’re repeating yourself, but you can’t bring yourself to care. It all feels so good to say. It takes a few moments, before you realize your arms are tensing as your pectorals pop back and forth. “Recovery first,” Hank insisted. “Then we’ll see about the lifting.” “But--.” “No buts,” Hank growled. “That’s an order.” You sigh dejectedly. “Yes, Sir.” “Now let’s get you settled in.” A few moments later, you’re sitting in the middle of the bench seat behind the driver and passenger’s chairs. Hank smiles into the rear view mirror as Duff slides into the front and clicks his seat belt home. “I’ve got a little treat for you, though, since you can’t lift right now. Call it a consolation prize,” Hank said. He pressed a few buttons and suddenly the vehicle reverberates with a familiar whirring as the speakers kick in. Your mind immediately slows as a big grin plasters itself all over your face. Then the screens mounted on the backs of the driver and front passenger seat both flicker on, revealing a pair of spirals and images flickering faster than your severely retarded thinking process can track. “Now just listen to the recording and watch the movie, muscleman. I made them especially for you.” “Yes, ... Sir....” you drone as you fade off into the nothingness again and revel in it. You grin, unable to help yourself as you murmur, “It’s good to obey.”

DroneTech - Infiltration 1/2

Scott snapped a quick pic to his superiors to let them know that he had successfully infiltrated the DroneTech facility. He was tasked with investigating their operations of one of their "recruitment" centers. Recently they had received a tip that a handful of missing persons had last been seen entering the facility.

He decided the best way into the building was by signing up for a tour and then break away and disguise himself as worker and sneak around. The rubber suit he was wearing was identical to those reportedly worn by DroneTech employees but was created by the police's research department as opposed to DroneTech.

He dressed himself in regular clothing to hide the suit and proceeded to the facility. He took a deep breath and entered. He quickly found his tour group and fell in line with the others as they walked through the lobby and further into the facility while the tour guide droned on boringly.

Upon entering the main work floor, he discovered a problem with his plan. Every worker on the floor, while dressed in a suit identical to his, has a gas mask and hood over their head. The masks completely covered their faces, hiding every identifying feature under thick, heavy rubber. The lenses of the mask were mirrored so not even the faintest traces of the human inside could be seen.

He knew that he would have to obtain one to be able to infiltrate further and saw various places where there were suits and masks sitting around on trays and tables but never felt like a good opportunity appeared to snatch one.

Almost as if answering his prayer one of the more rambunctious tourists started asking a lot of questions about missing persons and everything. He looked over at the man and immediately recognized him as a reporter for a local news. The tour guide's demeanor quickly changed realizing who the man was and signaled their security. Two muscular rubberclad drones quickly flanked the man who started yelling louder and louder. Scott realized that this was the distraction he needed and quickly but subtly snagged a mask off a tray and quickly tucked it into his jacket. A quick glance around led to a sigh of relief as everyone was still focused on the screaming reporter being hauled away by the security drones.

After the commotion died down the tour guide apologized and proceeded to continue with the tour, going through a clearly very rehearsed script explaining the facility and its operations.

While passing through a busy hallway, Scott saw a small bathroom across from a "Restricted" area and decided that this was his chance. He slid into the restroom quietly while the group was looking at something the other direction and quickly stashed his clothing for easy retrieval. He stood in the restroom now wearing nothing but the rubber suit. He looked down at the mask.

He held the mask in his hands and inspected it. To him it looked like a regular rubber gasmask. The lenses were mirrored and the only opening he could see was at the neck. He knew the rubber was a special formula designed by DroneTech but as far as he knew it was just a more durable rubber.

He slowly slid the mask over his head. The inside of the mask was slick with some type of lubricant that made putting it on a simple task. The intense smell of the rubber, however, caught him off guard and made his head swim and lungs burn. He coughed uncontrollably for a few moments before he started to adjust to the intense smell, regaining his composure and standing up straight. He looked back at himself in the mirror and saw that he now was completely identical to the rubberclad workers and wouldn't have any issue at all blending in with them as he did his reconnaissance.

He felt his cock stir against his suit as he admired himself in the mirror. He rubbed his crotch for a moment, basking in the feeling of the rubber and the complete anonymity that it provided. The pleasure gently flowing through him masked the pleasurable tingling sensation that was happening wherever the DroneTech rubber was touching. He wanted to stand there and enjoy himself more but knew that he had a job to do.

With a few deep breaths to regain his composure and build up his confidence. He exited the restroom and purposefully walked across the hall and through the restricted access door. He was immediately blown away by what he saw.

The room was filled with rows upon rows of what he could best describe as pods. Each one had a rubberclad drone secured inside with various tubes and mechanical bits running around it. He approached one of them cautiously, trying to maintain a safe distance as to not draw attention to himself. Inside appeared a mixture of a chair and a harness.

The drone was suspended in the device, it's arms and legs bound tightly by metal clamps around its wrists, ankles and neck, all connected to a centralized support frame. He could see something large lodged in the drone's rear with wires connected to it as well as a device wrapped firmly around its cock with tubes and wires coming out of it. He looked closer at the tube and could see that the drone's cum was being pumped out via one of the tubes which led into the side of the pod in an almost steady stream. He stepped a little closer and noticed a few more tubes running around the pod. One led to the end of the mask which he assumed was to control breathing and the others snaked around and connected to the various parts of the drone's body. A larger tube fed through a hole in the metal collar and looked to be injecting something directly into its neck.

Although he was concerned, he found himself becoming aroused by the sight. He realized that with his current disguise, that could be him up there and no one would know. He rubbed his throbbing member through the rubber suit and fantasized about being suspended and milked for all he was worth. He didn't realize that the tingling sensation from the mask was had spread down his neck and over his chest.

He rubbed a hand across his chest and passively noted how he felt like he could feel through the rubber as though it was his own skin. It tingled pleasantly but he paid it no mind. He kept passing pod after pod, most occupied but some empty. He found himself gazing longingly at the empty pods as he passed them, part of him was incredibly curious about how it worked. A loud shouting drew his attention from the pods and he moved in closer to investigate.

The shouting was coming from the reporter from earlier and Scott crouched down to see what was going on. He saw the man, now wearing a rubber suit identical to the other drones, being restrained by two large rubber men, one on each side and a smaller man in a suit standing in front of him. He couldn't hear what the man was saying but heard the reporter yell back.

"You can't fucking do this! Let me go! Do you have any idea who I am!?"

Neither the man nor the drones seemed to care what he was saying and the man pulled out gasmask identical to those of all the workers...and Scott...and unceremoniously forced it over the struggling man's head. His cries of protest quickly muffled by the thick rubber. Scott passively rubbed his hand along his throbbing erection as he watched as the man then pulled out a small device and pressed one of the buttons on it. Scott felt a small electric jolt, like he had a static shock in his ears but was too engrossed by what was happening to the man to take notice.

As if on command the trapped man's cock sprung to life, going from flaccid to full mast in an instant. His muffled protests quickly turned to lusty moans. The well dressed man displayed a devilish grin and pressed another button the device. Scott watched as two vacant pods opened up next to the man. The man's smile quickly turned to confusion as he looked at the two pods, clearly he was only expecting one. With a shrug he stepped aside and gestured for the drones to escort the now pleasure stricken man into the pod.

With mechanical efficiency the drones positioned the man into the harness. He was too far wrapped in his own pleasure to process much of what was going on and once he was positioned correctly, the pod activated and all the clamps closed with a snap. The man had a moment of shock and tried to move but only the slightest wriggle was possible against the restraints.

A tube crept down from the roof the pod. It snaked its way down and through a hole in the back of the harness' collar and lanced itself directly into the man's neck. He noticed the man seemed to cease what little struggling he could offer, seeming to become completely rigid in the harness.

Scott then watched as mechanical arms descended and started spraying a black liquid all over the man. Within a matter of seconds he was completely coated in it. The pod lit up a warm red color as Scott could see the liquid quickly solidify and smooth out on the man. In no time the man was now completely sealed in a rubber suit identical to all the others.

The man in the suit looked back at the man now trapped in the pod and smirked before turning to walk away. Scott could tell he was more than confident the problem had been resolved. The drones, however, remained where they were to monitor the process.

A strange whirring sound emanated from the pod now and he saw movement from behind the man. A pleasure filled moan echoed loudly and Scott could only assume that the plug he saw in the drone earlier was now nestled firmly in his rear. He continued rubbing his own aching dick through the rubber while he watched the event unfolding in front of him. The pleasurable tingle reaching over his arms and down his abdomen now.

He couldn't believe how horny he was getting. He was having a hard time focusing on anything but the throbbing, almost painful, need burning in his dick. He looked down at his body, noting how the rubber felt like it was gripping his body more, almost adhering to it. Where before the rubber smoothed out his muscular frame, now it seemed to almost accentuate it.

Distracted by his own lust, he didn't notice the tubes snaking down from the roof of the pod and attaching themselves to the man in various places. He did hear another faint whir which drew his attention back to the pod. He glanced back at the last moment to see a tube connect itself to the mask, presumably to control airflow of the inhabitant.

A silver metallic cylindrical tube rose up from the floor of the pod and expertly guided itself over the man's throbbing rubber erection. He heard the man scream in ecstasy as various tubes and wires worked inserted themselves into the shaft. About a minute passed by and the euphoric screaming had died down into a almost mindless moan then silence. The final touch signaling the completion of the process was when a screen on top of the pod flickered to display "WT-4885". The man was now nothing more than just another drone being milked in a pod.

Scott knew he had discovered the evidence he needed and should leave but as he was getting ready to make a break for it he spotted the open pod next to the now finished drone.

...enter the pod...

He heard the idea flicker in his head and felt a strange compulsion to obey it. He knew that was completely out of the question though. He needed to leave and report his findings to bring this shady company down.

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

DroneTech - Infiltration 2/2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

..CONNECTION ESTABLISHED... PROGRAMMING COMMENCING..

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

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

...ASSIMILATION COMPLETE...

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

The Internship

Mark was excited when he was told that he had been accepted for an administrative intership at DroneTech but was worried when he saw that there were six other people applying for the same position.He was told that over the course of the day they would be gradually eliminated until only one remained.

Their first task was to put on the company uniform and report back to the main office.

He entered the changing room and saw the rubber suit hanging on the wall. He knew that he would eventually end up in one having done his research on the company. Nothing prepared him for the sensations putting it on would assault him with. His cock was rock hard before he even got it half way on. Eventually his drive to succeed overpowered the pleasure and he zipped himself up inside the tight suit. Each step back to the main room caused the rubber to grip and caress his entire body pleasurably. To his surprise, four of the applicants were already waiting there, meaning he was only one person away from getting eliminated right out of the gate.

The next challenge was to simply complete a handful of computer training modules. As he sat down at the screen and began his work, he noticed how the monitor would flicker at times and the headphones he was wearing had a strange static crackling in them. The training started off basic enough but again he found that his throbbing erection was distracting him more and more. He casually started rubbing his cock through the rubber with one hand while clicking through the various modules. After a short while his screen flashed complete and displayed a number 2. He sighed with relief now that he wasn't in dead last this time.

He was never reunited with the other applicants but was told that last challenge was a simple one. He simply had to work as a low level employee for the remained of the day and they would be graded on their performance. Mark reasoned it was to better understand how they operated and give some perspective when making decisions higher up.

The first thing he would need to do is complete the uniform and was given a heavy black shiny helmet. Eager to show his dedication he quickly put it over his head. As soon as it was on his head he heard a click and felt something press into his ears. A loud warbling sound echoed through his head as the inside of the helmet lit up with a kaleidoscope of colors.

Mark quickly tried to pull the helmet off but it was firmly affixed to his head. The sound and colors quickly drowned out his mind and he stood there as he was bombarded with programming. His posture relaxed as his hands reached down and started rubbing his cock through the rubber.

Time lost its meaning to the man as he was slowly pleasuring himself into a state of mindless obedience. A couple hours later and Drone MK-7384 exited the training room and began its first day as a proper drone.

Unbeknownst to Mark, the entire elimination process was nothing but a sham. The real intern had already been selected and rather than have the other applicant's talents potentially go to a competitor, DroneTech decided to provide them a much more permanent employment opportunity.

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The Rubber Hive (1/6)

The sun was shining brightly in the midday sky over the quiet little plaza. A handful of merchants and food carts were set up in various locations and pleasant smells wafted through the entire area. The day couldn't have been better for a get together of friends.

Shawn took a bite of his sandwich and checked his phone. As usual he was early and the rest of his crew was running late but he didn't care. It was such a nice day that he was content to snack and wait. As he scrolled through various posts on his phone he heard his name being called out.

"Hey Shawn! Long time no see!"

He lifted his gaze up and smiled as he saw his friends Jeff and Mark. They had all been friends for longer than any of them could remember and the two approaching him had taken that friendship to the next level and were dating now. They both sat down and Shawn started chatting. A few minutes past as the two went over what they had been up to recently, but their story was cut short by a loud shout.

“What's up losers!”

The three friends turned to see another one of their gang, William, sauntering towards them. Out of their entire group, he was definitely the handsome one. Blessed with a muscled body and a charming face, he was admired by all and he knew it. As he plopped down in the seat, Shawn couldn't help but admire his friends physique, it was clear he hadn't skipped his workouts at all during their break.

The four friends spent the better part of the evening reminiscing and telling stories of what was had happened to them during their summer break. Shawn was glad to be around them again and enjoyed every minute. As the sun was starting to set in the plaza, he did notice that one member of their group had never showed up.

“Hey have you guys heard anything from Zach? I sent him an email about out get together. He didn't reply but you know how he is about communicating.”

They all looked to one another and shrugged. Shawn thought it was weird and had a pang of worry hit him. While Zach never really replied to things, he always ended up getting the messages. He had always been a bit of a loaner, keeping to himself and doing his own thing. They started talking about him when William perked up and grabbed his phone.

“You know, he emailed me a while back. Let me see if I can find it. You know he was always fairly open with his crazy sex life, right? Well he messaged me about some website or forum or something that...ummm...catered to his weirdness.”

As William flipped through his past messages Shawn couldn't help but recall exactly what he was talking about. He has vivid memories of conversations he had with Zach about about his sexual escapades. He loved talking about his gear and showing it off. Memories of all the the times he had seen Zach's black rubber suit and various masks flickered through his head. While none of his friends really shared the same enthusiasm openly, he knew that it made Zach happy to share his passions and Shawn wasn't one to rain on his parade.

William suddenly stopped as he found what he was looking for.

“Yea, here it is. Hey Jeff, I know this isn't really your thing but in order to get a free premium account on here to this new site I found, I need you to sign up for a trial account.”

William's face flashed an unamused expression and he paused as he scrolled through the rest of the email.

“The rest is just a banner for a free trial to some porn site called The Rubber Hive. I never really put much attention into it...although I wish he would just make a fake email rather than use mine for spam. I don't think I ever bothered to do it. That's not the weird one I was thinking about though, give me a sec.”

Now that he knew the name of the site, finding the email he was looking for was much faster.

“Here it is, check this out....man I forgot how weird it is.”

“Greetings Pre-drone William,

This is drone ZT-0798 and it has noticed that the Pre-drone has not responded to the offer to join the Rubber Hive. To help facilitate your conversion, this drone is wanting to send a free gift courtesy of it's Drone Master as well as extend a free premium membership of the site. If the Pre-drone has any questions, please reach out to drone ZT-0798 on therubberhive.com”

William rolled his eyes at the email and tossed his phone back onto the table,

“Seems like he really got into whatever they're selling. I hope he didn't end up joining some weird cult or something.”

Jeff looked over at the phone and realized the time. He quickly apologized and turned to Mark and pointed it out. Mark saw the time and grimaced.

“Oh crap, sorry guys. We have to go. Jeff's parents are coming to visit for a few week or so and they should be arriving at the airport in little under an hour. If you guys hear anything from Zach, let us know, okay?”

The two men quickly packed up and rushed off, leaving Shawn and William sitting in the plaza to discuss their missing friend. William noted Shawn's concerned expression and sighed. He knew that Shawn had a tendency to stress and overthink things which often lead to a worst case scenario mindset.

“It is getting pretty late but don't worry man. When I get home tonight I'll see if I can make an account on that site and message him through there. I'll let you know what I find out. Don't be you and stress yourself to death.”

Shawn nodded, while still worried was trying to not let it show to his friend.

“Thanks man, I just don't like the how weird his last message was and how he seems to have disappeared. Let me know if you find anything out, ok?”

William nodded and reassured his friend a little bit longer before bidding farewell and heading home himself.

Shawn left shortly afterwards. His entire walk back to his apartment was consumed with concern for his friend. When had decided that as soon as he got home, he would check out that weird site himself too.

Pack of six

Body a day - #12: Six

”All right, Jeremy, you promised, you could keep a secret.” Jeremy’s uncle said as they headed into his basement. Jeremy had just told his uncle, that he had become keen of getting a motorcycle license as a birthday present to himself. He knew his uncle would understand, unlike any other in the family, but he was turning twenty-six, he could make his own decision. His uncle had driven motorcycles as long as, he could remember, and now Jeremy wanted to follow that path of adventure and oneness on the road.

His uncle unlocked one of the basement doors, containing tons of motorcycle equipment, Jeremy had a faint memory of seeing this room long ago, but there was way more equipment than he remembered. His uncle approached a rack containing six awe-inspiring Dainese suits.

”Six suits – each containing the essence of its former owner. Put one on and you can draw upon it to become them. The effect is however only temporary, if you take off the suit, it will eventually wear off and you’ll revert back to yourself…”

”That’s…” Jeremy couldn’t finish the sentence, but he was elated. Amazing, unbelievable, incredible, none of those words seemed strong enough to express the feeling of desire towards that prospect. ”Can I – Can I try one?” Jeremy asked nervously. His uncle smiled; ”Of course, you can, I actually wanted you to try them all, and see which one you like the most, then you can keep that as a birthday present.”

Jeremy’s jaw dropped; ”Seriously?!” ”Yes, of course, six is plenty already and I need to get some of the old ones out if I want to make new ones,” his uncle replied.

”What happened to the suits’ owners?” he asked. ”well, if you really wanna know…” his uncle said and guided him towards another room. Jeremy froze, when his uncle opened the door – he felt horrified and yet strangely aroused. ”This is where I usually keep them, when I’m having visitors over.”