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Welcome Mark

I love that moment between first taking corrupted seed, and wondering whether what the fuck you've done. That fork in the road i've seen in guys in saunas and clubs. They're dazed and confused and unable to process it -- they either get out of the place or, if the pregnancy has taken hold and their rebirth is beginning, carry on into the place for more.

Welcome to your upgrade, Kevin

I get the feeling someone is about to be upgraded into a rubber pozpig

I’d started a new job at a large establishment where I had to undergo security training. During the day of being taken around the building and being told what to do in case of any incidents and the like, I’d absent-mindedly found myself beginning to fall for the Head of Security and half-imagined what he might look like in gear. As is my way, really. It was that sort of Stockholm Syndrome where I was fantasising about my so-called captor. His name’s Robert, and he looked quite foxy with his shaved head and suit. Quite bulky but fit. Estimated his age as late 50s and one day when I was arriving at work I saw him arrive on his bike in full cycling gear, and saw his muscular thighs and my fascination began to turn into obsession. You have to have these moments and thoughts, really, to get you through the day. After another evacuation training session, where all the staff were briefed about any potential terrorist threats, I zoned out again and my fascination went further. After a busy week, I thought I’d head out to one of London’s monthly fetish nights. It was while I was getting a drink at the bar that I could have sworn I saw Robert chatting with some guy all in rubber. Robert, it had to be said, looked fucking horny. It was a thrill seeing him in what looked like rubber skin gear, with 20 hole boots, rubber leggings and a cut-off denim-style rubber jacket. I wasn’t sure if I should go up to him – our only connection was that we worked for the same company – but as I was leaving the club, I saw him at the cloakroom retrieving his rucksack and changing into a tracksuit as he awaited his cab. Our eyes met, and flashed that sort-of ‘do I know you’ exchange. I grinned at him and he gave me a wry, nervous smile as if to say ‘what happens here stays here’ as his address was called out to alert him that his cab was outside. I couldn’t really focus on my job in the weeks or so that followed, and ended up telling Surfsuit about him. We were having a session and I said how horny this guy I worked with looked, and that maybe we should ‘keep an eye out for him’. Surfsuit grinned evilly, and said “By your description, it sounds like we most definitely should.” As luck would have it, me and Surfsuit headed to the following month’s fetish event. We were chatting at the bar when I saw Robert at the other end of the bar getting a pint. “That’s him!” I whispered to Surfsuit. I placed my hand on Surfsuit’s crotch as I teased him, noticing a slight flicker of firming up as I said “Maybe you should go and say hello.” As the night wore on, I wandered around the club and checked out the patrons, and spotted in the dim light of the darkroom Surfsuit snogging Robert. My hard-on strained in my jock at what might soon occur, but thought better of it than to interrupt their moment. I would happily watch Surfsuit do his ritual but instead smiled at the idea as I ventured off into the slingroom. It was a couple of days later when I messaged Surfsuit to see how he got on and asked how he got on with Robert… “You mean Bob? Yeah, we got on quite well. Nice guy. His arse was a bit tight, but I soon sorted that” with a grinning emoji and biohazard. I could’ve cum there and then. Work for the next few days was going to be a nightmare if I encountered Robert again, but for some reason he wasn’t in, and the following week’s staff meeting was held by his assistant as ‘Robert was still off sick’. It was then I was fit to burst, and had to go to the staff toilet to knock one out somewhat turned on that Surfsuit had created a new brother who was currently incubating into his new form. I didn’t see Robert again for another two weeks, which kind of made work a bit boring, and so my fascination wore off as I set about the tedium of my job. The following week, I’d arranged to meet Surfsuit at a fetish night out in South East London. As I arrived I spotted Surfsuit and there he was… Robert, chatting with Surfsuit at the end of the bar. I made my way up to them and asked “who’s your new mate?” Surfsuit’s shit-eating grin went nuclear as he introduced us. “This is Bob. You know each other, right?” Me and Robert, sorry, Bob said hello. Bob’s flicker of recognition at me and also me knowing Surfsuit was a delight. He seemed both nervous but I sensed a new attitude. “You two should get better acquainted, I’m sure you have lots to talk about. Shared interests and connections, you could say.” I was turned on beyond belief. Bob looked so fucking horny. He was also both surprised and yet cheeky. Surfsuit then said “Why don’t the three of us go elsewhere, somewhere quieter. I’m sure Bob would like get to know his brothers a little better.” And that was it. The three of us went into a cubicle where Surfsuit and I spit-roasted Bob, our new brother. Bob turned to me and said “You didn’t tell me you were a pozpig.” I replied “You never asked.” As the club entered into the last hour, Bob and I decided to leave and headed to the cloakroom. I gently unzipped his arse, and stuck my finger into his cummy and now poz hole and asked him if he fancied coming back to my flat for a ‘nightcap’. “Yes, brother.” He replied.

I've had the pleasure of @pigbro Would recommend

a bud and I did similar with ice cubes of cum, slipped them in each other and then plugged ourselves and huffed poppers and talked dirty as they melted

Fuck yes. Love the rubber element. Not into gainers so much but dig the increasing dumbing down. Maybe I should become a rubbered steer

Had the day off yesterday so rubbered up and shot a week's toxic load to this

I love sling sex. I like how you become an offering or prey. Strapped in and geared up and there for use. I was pozzed in a sling. Dispensed of my everyday look, rubbered up in a fucksuit and used and eventually converted. It felt like a ritual.

It was a few weeks later. Jason had undergone a change in more ways than one. At one point the very last thing he wanted to think about was what he’d done with Steve, or as he now referred to him, Boss. As Boss had predicted, his toxic cum had done the deed. Jason had undergone his conversion, feeling as sick as a dog and full of regret one minute, and increasingly hard and horny the next. He knew it had happened. He knew he’d converted, and the results from the home test kit had confirmed it, and as he acclimatised to his new predicament, and as Boss had predicted, he was growing into his new, true form. Jason had stayed off the dating sites during this time, only checking in occasionally to wank off to some of the ‘never’ and ‘needs discussion’ profiles. It was evident that ‘safe’ was no longer an option or held any appeal for Jason now. Then late one Friday afternoon he received a message. At first he didn’t recognise the name, then when he went into the private gallery, he immediately knew it was Steve. “Oink pig” “Oink Boss” “How you been keeping?” “Not so good lately, but now feeling better and hornier. I think you might’ve done the trick” “Nice one. How does it feel?” “It was rough but now I feel constantly horny. Is this the brotherhood?” “Hehe. Yes boy. It sounds like your application for membership has been successful” “I didn’t expect it to feel like this. I just want to get out there now” “You not gone out yet to celebrate?” “No, part of me wants to obviously” “Why don’t you come over, boy?” Jason sweated. Of course he wanted to do this. He knew he had to. He hesitated at first and then… “Sure, when you free?” Jason’s cock stirred at the idea, arranging a future date with Boss and… “I’m free now. Bring that suit. Or better still, gear up and cab over with it on” Jason got harder at the idea “Okay, sure” “That’s my boy. You know Boss wants you. I want to welcome my new brother” It took all the strength Jason had not to explode at that last message. ‘Brother’. That’s what he was now. A brother. Jason excitedly went off and retrieved the sports bag under his bed and unlocked the padlock. There it was – the suit that had caused this new rebirth. He pulled it out, lubed it and slid into its welcoming constriction. He then fired up his cab app, and booked his trip and put a tracksuit on over his fucksuit. As the cab made its way across town to Steve’s flat, Jason felt a renewed excitement. The nervousness of his previous visit a distant memory. Steve had given him the code to let himself in, and the sweat building in his suit gave him a shiver as he walked up the stairs. What had begun as an opportunity to get some cheap rubber had now led him down this path. After Steve had first fucked him, he spent most of the next day with him, discovering the pleasures of raw sex. All during that session, Steve had been certain to breed Jason three more times and the memory of that weekend had been keeping him horny throughout the last few weeks. Even when he was at his lowest ebb, the pics that Steve had sent him of that time – of Jason in the sling, or posing in his biohazard gear, and trying on other pieces – were enough to turn him on. However this time, Jason was now Steve’s equal. A newly converted and confirmed poz pig. And now it was time for a rematch. Jason let himself into Steve’s flat. Again, it was tastefully lit and Jason now knew his way around it. “I’m in here” Jason wandered down the hallway towards the playroom, and as he entered, his eyes were greeted with the sight of Steve lying in his sling wearing his trans rubber fucksuit with a black biohazard detail on his chest. He was smoking weed and broke into a broad grin as Jason stepped into his eyeline. Jason unzipped his tracksuit and threw it into the corner. Jason slipped on the waders that were waiting for him, to the delight of Steve. “Oh look at you, my beautiful brother. Come here.” Jason stepped towards Steve in the sling who removed the spliff from his mouth, and received a blowback when their lips met and kissed. Jason instantly relaxed, his horniness showing no sign of abating. “Here, strap me in brother” And Jason secured Steve’s legs and wrists into the loops of the sling, to the eternally grinning Steve’s delight. “How do you feel, Boy?” “Fucking horny, Boss” “Good boy. I have waited for this moment. The cycle to complete. You’re one of us now, brother. I took your last neg load boy, and so it’s time to reward and thank your boss with your first toxic fuck.” “Yes, brother” Jason surveyed the scene. The man who’d converted him – the predator – was now his prey. It was only fair and right to thank him. “I bet you’re nice and fucking toxic now, pig. My seed has done the job. I’ve recycled you into what you were always destined to be, my brother.” “Yes boss…” “Oh no, we’re equals now boy. We’re brothers. Pass that amyl and hoof it down. I want your poz cock in me brother” Steve unzipped and freed his hardening meat, and took a few blasts on the poppers. The scene now had clarity, the rubber felt better than it had ever felt on him. He leant down and unzipped Steve’s rubber at the crotch, exposing his toxic cock. The thing that had rebirthed into this – a poz pig, a brother. “Fuck yes brother. Breed me brother. Reward me with your toxic seed” It was enough to send Jason over the edge, but in the poppered haze, he positioned himself at Steve’s hole and worked his cock in. “Ah yeah. That’s it. Feels beautiful doesn’t it?” “Yes brother” – Jason was getting into the spirit of the occasion now – “let me flood your hole with my toxic seed.” “Fucking yes, brother. Reward me, my creation” It didn’t take long for Jason to build up a rhythm. Inside his now rewired mind he somehow knew how perfect and right this felt. To be a pozpig. A brother. He was doing what his was now destined to do. He had acquired skills he never knew he had during that fuck. Freeing Steve’s hard cock, equalling Steve’s poz chat. It was like he was a natural. Before long Jason knew he was close, his frantic fucking of this man, his pozbrother, was such a turn on that it wasn’t long before he blasted his toxic brew into Steve. Gasping, horny and feeling somehow right. Steve had moaned like a bitch all during this time, and inwardly congratulated himself for what he’d created. Jason fell onto Steve’s body and the two kissed passionately. The bond they’d formed and this moment was everything. As Jason stood up, he began to unstrap Steve from the sling, and Steve slid his way out of the seat and stood face to face with Jason and kissed again. “Thank you my brother. Thank you for rewarding your maker. Your recruitment has been a success.” Jason, a little cockily, then stared into Steve’s eyes and said “Kneel” Steve grinned again, “With pleasure” and fell down to his knees and started to suck on Jason’s pozcock. As Steve finished cleaning, he stood up again and kissed Jason again. As the two engaged in a passion that Jason had never know, Steve pulled away from Jason, and moved him towards and into the sling. “Now it’s your turn brother.”

Nice. Looking forward to this gent being turned into a pozbrother