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Jake the flamedramon, in his orange jumpsuit was cleaning out a storage locker whose lease had expired. Notice had been sent out to the leaser and everything was to be gathered up and taken away. The inside was dusty, the objects stored untouched for many months. It seemed like the filtration system needed replacing again. Metal crates and official looking boxes littered the shelves and floor. It was a hard job moving all this stuff alone.

After several aggravating trips back and forth. He wondered just what was inside these things to make them so heavy even for metal crates. There was some faint company logo on the side of some of the crates. It didn't really matter though. He wasn't paid to see who this stuff belonged too. He was just here to get this stuff out for whoever owned it to take it away. A load of cardboard boxes were in his hands. They flew out of his grip when something painful impacted his foot.

Jake wildly flailed until he landed on his stomach. Grumbling at whoever was in charge of storage, he turned to look at what tripped him. It was a dull steel suitcase. The suitcase had landed on its side from the impact of meeting Jake's foot. He went closer to the suitcase intending to move it out of the way. However like all the other stuff here in metal, it was surprisingly heavy.

Still a job was a job and this was in the way. He went to lift it up and the suitcase opened. One of its sides swung off its hinges. Jake caught it before whatever was inside fell out and then took a closer look at it. It seemed the lock was broken. Maybe it was because he had kicked the case earlier. Curious as to what could be inside with all these heavy metal containers; he let the case swing freely open.

The suitcase only had one thing in it. It was some sort of clear container surrounded by cushioning foam. The flamedramon grunt took the container out of the suitcase. Inside was some sort of strange black liquid. The clear capsule was sealed with some sort of dull blinking device. He shook it a bit wondering what was inside. The liquid didn't flow smoothly or quickly like water. It moved like maple syrup and reflected the light eerily.

It was time for Jake to quit messing around. He started to put the jar back in the suitcase. The clear capsule slipped out of his fingers. Blue eyes widening he grabbed at the tumbling piece of junk. But it was like the jar's surface turned into oil. It avoided being caught and shattered across the floor, splattering its contents in a messy pattern.

He grumbled at the delay to cleaning out the locker. He went back to the supply cart to pick up a roll of paper towels to soak that liquid up. Jake's ears twitched at how fast and large a puddle it made. 'Seriously it moved so slowly inside that jar so how would it have spread so fast' was his thought. He kneeled down and began wiping up the gunk.

Though in all seriousness it quickly became a more aggravating mess than Jake had expected. The black stuff even stuck to his hands after soaking through the paper towels. His teeth grit as there was a strong somewhat familiar chemical smell coming from what was spilled. He hoped it wasn't anything harmful. Hard enough if he was going have to miss work for messing with something he was in the middle of clearing out.

He stood back up to toss out the soaked towels that he used. The puddle still wasn't cleaned up yet but he needed new paper towels now. It only took a few steps but he felt climate controlled air on his skin. He looked down as he could have swore his uniform had long sleeves. But now those sleeves had holes in them. And those holes were growing fast while his skin was covered further in that black sticky gunk.

"What the fuck!?" Jake said dropping the paper towels. There wasn't much left of them as they were also being eaten away by the weird gunk. The stained fibers were replaced by more of that black liquid. That same liquid that was spreading all over his arms. The flamedramon in a panic tried to scrape the stuff off him. The only result was more of his blue skin smeared over with shiny black. Then he realized some of that same mess had gotten on his knees when he went down to clean up the spill.

The bottom of Jake's uniform at that point was more like a tattered cobweb. What was revealed between the spaces was more of that black gunk. Which now the flamedramon realized was rubber that was clinging tightly to his legs. "Screw this!" he said and went to get help. He wasn't paid enough to deal with rubber that was clinging to his skin in a very uncomfortable and intimate manner. However, the step he took slid under him and Jake flailed as he fell. For the second time that day, he had fallen on his stomach. This time there was an unwelcome surprise for him. The reason why he slid and fell was that there was a puddle beneath him. A puddle of that rubber had somehow gathered underneath his feet.

The flamedramon struggled and thrashed as the rubber made its way across his body. Though he tried to pull himself up, a large glob of the black stuff seized his face. Jake could feel his ears being sealed and rubber fit across his eyes forcing them open and keeping his eyeballs moist. Then patterns of lights flashed across his retina interspaced with subliminal messages of obedience and submission. It blasted his brain into confusion, wiping out every thought of resistance, leaving him frozen in shock.

Then the rubber seized this chance to finish its invasion and claiming of Jake's body. The flamedramon was almost able to collect himself when he noticed the area around his nipples was tightening. Unseen by the digimon, gray crosses appeared on his pectorals and the tingling of a light electric charge danced across those rapidly sensitive nubs. Jake renewed his struggles and instead was rewarded with two large lengths thrusting themselves into his mouth and ass.

They roasted the now entirely covered in black dragon. Jake was now experiencing an entire brainwashing regimen designed to skillfully take cocks and serve mindlessly. Sound sequences designed to break concentration and individually were pumped directly into his ears. That long thick cock in his rear kept ramming, forcing the digimon's hips to jerk forward and have a rapidly stiffening cock. Then Jake felt his cock was completely encased. Jake's cock exploded with electricity inside its new round prison marked with another gray cross.

Jake's body seized up in spite of the flamedramon's attempt to flail around from all the stimulation. The rubber had asserted complete control over the dragon digimon. What stood up was no more a flamedramon with a job, opinion or identity. All that was rapidly buried under relentless brainwashing, endless teasing, and loads and loads of oral and anal fucking with chemical controls being pumped down the throat and up the ass. What now existed was a digimon drone ready to serve

It was forced to finish loading the Company's property up for transport. It would soon join the stock that had been conditioned here. Strength beyond what was in its previous body single-handily cleared the room except for one thing. A flat metal sheet that was laid onto the floor. The drone shaped like a flamedramon with sculpted muscles that shone under the harsh halogen lighting kneeled on it. Its head tilted down to the floor, tail raised to its neck exposing the large bulge between its buttocks. Cheeks twitching along with the electricity signaled by the gray cross mark between it. Though there was also the fact that the rubber length inside him was slithering across its prostate. The drone's hands were clasped behind it, as it was proper. And its groin bulge was proudly thrust forward, the quivering movement of the gray cross-marked along its curve hinted at the vibration added to the electrical torment to the bound length inside. It was a drone in its correct place, nameless, faceless, merely an object to be used as people saw fit.

Sheets slid out from the flat plate, folding themselves into yet another crate. It locked the drone from the world into its own cage of conditioning. A private hell where all sense of self would be wrung out and replaced with a desire to serve for others' pleasure. As packing foam filled the inside of the crate, it was time for the drone's new life to begin.