The assembly line

[Hialmar]

I just wanted to turn a mental image into text. It might become an entire story in the future. 

The assembly line

Prologue

It felt like the gas mask was suffocating him. The worst thing with it, wasn't the physical discomfort. Though having a weird probe stuck up his arse, a suction hose on his dick, an injector into his spine and a strap around his neck was uncomfortable, it wasn't the physical discomfort that was the worst thing.

The worst things were all going on in his mind: What was happening? What was the purpose of the assembly line? What was happening to the other three outside the cylinder, in which he was forced to recline? Were they safe? What had happened to Mike and Todd after they had grown bigger, and been ejected from the cylinder, earlier? What was now happening to Tim, who was the fourth of them to be trapped by the assembly line?

He had seen the industrial robot put Mike inside the cylinder, as the first of them. The other robots had left the other three of them strapped to their seats, and began to remove their hair with hair trimming machines and electric razors. Todd and Ted had been quite proud of their beards, but the automatons continued their work inexorably. Ted had watched, what had happened inside the transparent cylinder: The same equipment, that now transfixed himself, had been applied to Mike, and, after a process, which was fascinating in a terrifying way, Mike had emerged from the cylinder as a much more athletic man. The conveyors had moved Todd to the cylinder, to replace Mike. Todd's chair had folded backwards into a stretcher, and moved into the cylinder, Todd still struggling to get free. Ted had felt the sting of an injector in his arm, and watched Mike disappear downwards, when a segment of the floor turned out to be a lift without walls, and he had heard muffled sounds from the third station of the assembly line – the muffled sounds of Mike roaring in a deeper voice:

"FUCK! Yes! I'm becoming what The Program want me to be!".

His younger and tinier friend had never liked injections. When Tim was injected at station one, he couldn't avoid to let out a yelp of pain. Ted had struggled to free himself, but the next moment the growing Todd had been automatically removed from the cylinder, rotated to a standing position, and lowered down into the unknown chambers under the floor. Ted had been unable to move, when his seat folded backwards into a stretcher, and he had been pushed into the cylinder against his will. A gas mask had attached to his face, and an unknown gas had hissingly entered his body. There had been nothing he could have done to stop it. Far away, he could hear Mike roaring something, but the cylinder had closed, and he was alone and unprotected against anything the unfeeling and relentless automatons would inflict on him. He yelped, when an injector entered his spine. It felt like the gas mask was suffocating him. The worst thing with it, wasn't the physical discomfort. The worst thing was his inner turmoil, to not know what was going on.

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The story continues in The assembly line : Second station

Edited April 13, 2018 by Hialmar
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[RecoveringLearner]

This is wonderful...I'm glad you've added  Second Station , and hope to see several more stations as the lads are altered beyond anything they could have dreamed.