It’s strange to be so frightened while also being so excited...
 
There might be a word somewhere out there which could better describe this blend of emotions, but I don’t know it. 
 
I’m excited because this outfit has the potential of revolutionizing the clothing industry on a scale that would probably destroy part of the world economy. Bold statement I know...

 

But how else would you describe the impact a suit made out of tiny robots would have on the market? Science fiction would be a good place to start, but it isn’t FICTION.
 
Not anymore...
 
Sure... The fact that it was made entirely of robots certainly made a big impact. But... That’s not the whole story. The thin layer of technology protects the body against heat, cold, rain, sun and even wind! The tech is so well designed that you could wear it in the dead of winter and feel like you were inside. 
 
In many ways, it has the potential to be the last piece of clothing you ever wear!
 
I was one of the lucky few to be able to test it, I have to say that the suit delivered on ALL its promises. I’m not sure what I expected, but I didn’t expect it to be so tight! The nanite suit hugged my body like a second skin. Which didn’t frighten me at first, but I soon realized that nothing I did with my hands could make it release its grip on me. I could no more take it off than I could peel my own skin from my bones! 
 
The scientist quickly reassured me and did a demonstration in which a simple computer command could be sent to the suit, effectively deactivating it. The thing is, the moment it left my skin, I felt SO naked!
 
I wanted it back on as soon as possible. I was so glad when I felt it envelop me again I didn’t realize how addicting the feeling was.
 
Which brings me to the frightened part.
 
The more I wear the suit, the less I picture myself without it. Every day, the nanites adapt to my body chemistry and offer a constantly growing range of sensations. The first few days, I felt like I was in a suit. Much like any other... But as the days went by, I felt the suit less and less.
 
To the point that if I caress my suit covered body, I don’t feel the fabric at all. I only feel my fingers...
 
My fear wouldn’t be growing every day like it has if the tiny robots stopped there. I mean... I would even be ecstatic! They protect me from the elements by keeping me warm and safe while also making it seem as if I wasn’t wearing anything at all!
 
Naked without being naked.
 
How amazing is that? 
 
But... I am slightly afraid... 
 
Because they are doing more... 
 
I caught myself walking around while I was barely conscious. A little like sleep walking... I dozed off in my living room and found myself in the kitchen. Pretty soon I realized that the suit was developing the ability to move my body on its own!
 
How or why was unclear, but it did make me aware that they were doing other tests.
 
Ever so often, I would find myself feeling like someone was touching me. Briefly mind you. As if the machines were trying to figure out how to mimic someone touching me. They were doing such a wonderful job with transferring my own touch sensation to my skin that I couldn’t understand why they needed to do these tests.
 
Until I woke up one morning with the distinct feeling someone was rubbing my clit!
 
It didn’t last long, but there was no mistaking it. The machines had managed to touch and caress my clit as if someone was in the room with me. I knew it wasn’t my own hands doing it because they were plainly not between my legs. No... It was definitely the nanites...
 
And that scared me.
 
Why would a suit designed to keep me warm and safe want to do that to me? 
 
The feeling was so embarrassing that I didn't even consider contacting the scientist in charge of the test to tell them.
 
Every few days, I started to feel more and more of the suit’s little tests. A hand there on my ass... Fingers pinching my nipples... A tongue along my slit...
 
It always felt incredible and that’s why I didn’t contact the guys that designed the suit to tell them as the sensations multiplied.
 
Part of me didn’t want it to stop!
 
Which brought me back to being excited...
 
Every day, the nanites got bolder and bolder until they didn’t wait for me to sleep or be distracted, they would simply start their test. Which seemed to last longer and longer...
 
One evening, as I lay down to sleep, the suit came alive in a way I had never experienced before. I felt as if one hand was tenderly caressing my right leg. Then a second hand joined in on my left calf... They made their way to my breasts before 2 more joined in.
 
Before long, I was assaulted by invisible hands all over my body! They caressed and massaged in ways that made my pussy drip with anticipation. Tongues joined in and pretty soon, I was being pleasured in ways I had never dreamed possible.
 
And the orgasm that followed...
 
It crested so slowly that my mind was washed away into the most exquisite oblivion of my life. When I finally woke up from my pleasure coma, it was morning and I caught myself thinking that I had never slept as soundly in years. Remembering the experience gave me the exact same blend of feelings I’ve been experiencing since the nanites began their tests.
 
Excitement and fear...
 
All wrapped into one addicting feeling where I felt like I was losing control of my life while experiencing something so incredible that I didn’t want to halt it's progression!
 
After that night, the suit decided to wait a few days before replicating the mind blowing experience. This time, I was a little more prepared for them and was able to keep conscious as they finally made me cum. When I calmed down and checked the time, I was amazed to see they had pleasured me for the better part of an hour!
 
But they didn’t stop there either...
 
They started to help me move around the apartment! On some occasions anyway... I realized they were monitoring me more closely than I thought when one morning before I was fully awake, they moved my body until I was in the bathroom. 
 
Seems they understood my morning routines pretty well. More and more, I discovered that I was moving effortlessly whenever I set upon a routine task. I would begin to wash the dishes and, if I was attentive enough, I could just relax and let the suit move my body until I was done.
 
It amazed me that they could do something so complex!
 
I have to admit, I was a little thrilled by the prospect. I started to rely on the suit more and more to do my chores. Especially since the suit started to rub my clit as it moved me around my home to cook and clean.
Before long... I realized that I was actually looking for more and more chores or routines I could do so the suit could eventually learn them and take over!
 
And the suit did just that.
 
After one particularly full day, I found myself realizing that I was spending far too many hours being pleasured by the suit then would be considered healthy! I tried to change my routines and prevent the suit from taking over, but I discovered that I simply couldn’t!
 
Like clockwork, I found myself going through the exact same day of chores and pleasure... Which scared me more and more as I tried in vain to make myself do anything else!
 
That’s the first time I realized that the nanite suit was actively assimilating me. I knew it could control me a little, but I never thought it through as the excitement I felt clouded my judgement. As I went through my aroused chores, I fought to keep my mind from enjoying the sensations and forced myself to think things through.
 
Try as I might, I couldn’t figure out why the suit would decide to do this to me!
 
My fear grew whenever I wasn’t being forced to cum and I was gathering my resolve to call the lab and tell them I wanted out of the suit. Which I did a few days later.
 
Only...
 
I discovered that the suit had gained a whole new level of control when I picked up the phone and called. I was quickly transferred to the man that was in charge of monitoring my suit and everything was fine as we got through the usual small talk.
 
Then I took a breath and decided to tell him I was worried about what the suit was doing to me. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Not at first. There was a sort of lag between the sentence I wanted to say and my lips actually moving to speak them.
 
What’s worse...
 
The words that came out didn’t have ANYTHING to do with what I wanted to say! Instead of saying ‘I’m worried about the suit’, I ended up saying ‘I love the suit’!
 
I gasped as I realized what I had said. I tried again, but my words came out all wrong. Instead of saying ‘Something’s wrong with the suit.’ I told him ‘I want to keep the suit’.
 
I was horrified!
 
Again and again I tried to tell him what was happening, but every time, my mouth lagged and I ended up saying something completely different. The conversation became so confusing as my treacherous mouth kept answering his questions while I thought the opposite.
 
I finally hung up feeling dazed as the man seemed very happy with my unwilling answers.
 
After that call, I felt like the suit understood, on some level, that I wanted to take it off. It began to keep me mildly aroused almost every hour of every day as it took over more and more of my life. On the rare occasions it left me free of its control or stimulation, I would try different ways to send a message to someone.
 
Trying to tell them to call the lab and tell them I was in trouble.
 
I realized pretty quickly that the suit was always watching. Always monitoring... Every attempt I made was sabotaged by the nanites. Talking didn’t work and writing a letter ended up being just as pointless. 
 
I tried for 2 weeks to resist and signal to my friends that I was under the control of my own suit, but after that, I resigned myself to the fact that I was trapped inside my own body as the suit controlled every minute of my day.
 
And since it was hell bent on making me feel pleasure...
 
I finally cracked under the strain of it’s erotic onslaught and gave up. I stopped fighting the suit’s control and just enjoyed the pleasure. After the second day, the suit seemed to reward me by placing me into a sort of aroused overload where my brain didn’t seem to register anything else except the intense and unrelenting bliss the suit was giving me.
 
God it felt incredible...
 
If the suit wanted to assimilate me, it could have me!
 
The next morning, I found myself picking up my phone and dialing a number I didn’t recognize. When the man picked up I immediately recognized the low timber of the male voice at the other end. 
 
“Hello?” the lab tech said.
 
“Greetings Sir.” I heard myself say. “I’m happy to report that unit 7 is ready and fully assimilated.”
 
Unit 7? Oh god... What was I saying?
 
“Really? That was fast...” I heard him say. “Is Unit 7 ready for full integration?”
 
“Yes Sir.” I said. “Unit 7 can start the transfer process to the collective presently.”
 
What the fuck? Transfer? Collective? What were these nanites talking about?
 
“Excellent...” I heard him say. “Enact transfer protocols once this call has ended.”
 
“Yes Sir.” I said.
 
“So wonderful...” I heard him say in a low voice before clearing his throat. “Melanie... I know you can hear me and I want you to know that what is happening to you is perfectly safe. And furthermore... If you weren’t a good candidate for assimilation, the suit would not have gone through the trouble of doing this to you.”
 
Fuck... What was he saying? Is he implying I wanted this? Ok ok ... Maybe I did want it at first... but... The pleasure... I... 
 
“I know you must have plenty of questions...” he continued. “But don’t worry your pretty head. Soon you’ll be in my home with the other units and all will be made clear.”
 
Other units? Oh god...
 
“The one thing you should know is that the pleasure you feel now will never leave you. After a few more weeks, the suit will have you feel all the raw pleasure you can handle while you serve as one of my household units.”
 
Household units? God... This is... 
 
“Any and all tasks you will perform will always bring you immense doses of pleasure. As one of my personal units, you’ll be privy to a life of pure devotion and pleasure.”
 
Pure devotion? I thought as another spike of pleasure washed over me.
 
“The best part for you will be that you don’t have to do any of it. Not really... The suit will do it for you... So really... You just have to sit back and relax as the machines take over.”
 
He chuckled.
 
“Heck... You already have! Otherwise my nanites wouldn’t have made you call me.”
 
I did?
 
I did...
 
“I can’t wait to see you my dear... Just a few more days as you slowly cut off your social friends and family. You don’t want the bother of maintaining them do you? Such a hassle when all you want to do is enjoy the suit...”
 
Cut off... No... Yes... I... I do want to enjoy the suit... I... yes...
 
“I’ll make sure the suit takes extra good care of you my dear... Now hang up and begin transfer protocols.”
 
“Yes Sir.” I said as I hung up.
 
Instantly, the suit started to send intense waves of pleasure crashing through my body. The last sane thought I had before I got lost in the fog of bliss was about his bold statement:  If you weren’t a good candidate for assimilation, the suit would not have gone through the trouble of doing this to you.
 
If I weren’t a good candidate for assimilation...
 
Which means I wanted this...
 
I wanted to surrender to the suit. Become a personal household unit...
 
A drone...
 
I wondered what tasks I would be made to perform as the sexual pleasure overloaded my thoughts and I fell deeper into my aroused mind. I couldn’t help picturing myself as I helplessly watched on as the suit made me do all kinds of  tasks.
 
Sexual tasks...
 
Truth be told, my heart raced as I imagined how helpless it would feel to be that man’s sexual drone.
 
I was so excited!
 
And scared out of my mind...