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Xanatec was a high security research organisation dealing with nanotechnology and bio-enhancement. From the outside of their anonymous factory, few knew what went on inside, and a select group of hand picked experts toiled away at their research and development. Principally they were working on several aligned projects. The first with greatest commercial potential was medical, with the aim of repairing damage, or augmenting and enhancing physical appearance. This had an offshoot project where technology in theory could be spliced into the body, using nanites to link the brain up to small computers. This in turn had led to inquiries from the military, who had the thought of reanimating, repairing and then enhancing people who had been killed or mamed in battle. They could engineer human drones for deep cover missions or highly dangerous operations, and give the augmented soldiers access to internal covert communications and information beyond the capabilities of a normal person.

To date the project had gone well, and they had successfully carried out trials on discrete body parts donated through medical research. The next stage though required a patient who was brain dead, but alive, in order to test the neuron and nerve splicing nannites, and another to try to carry out cosmetic alterations with breast enlargement seen as the best project to begin with. Both were proving nearly impossible to get authorisation for medical trials however.

It was Friday and almost everyone had left for the weekend. The only people left were a couple from security on reception and Jane, lead researcher in Lab 2. She’d hung around as she was going out later to meet up with friends. It was time to go, and getting ready to leave, she had taken a shortcut to the locker room through the Wet Vault. This high containment security room was where all of the nannites were kept, held in a liquid latex syrup. As soon as she entered the room, Jane realised that there was a massive problem with the storage vats. Her left foot stuck to a sticky substance on the floor and she stumbled forwards. Falling to the floor, her knees and arms also came into contact with a viscous liquid spill. Looking back she started to panic as she was now kneeling in a pool of orange goo - she knew exactly what this was, how much trouble she was in, and had absolutely no idea what type of nannites were in it. This was particularly dangerous as the latex syrup was the active carrier medium, that would purposely flow over any living matter, and in turn allowed the nannites to enter the body through the skin. ‘Shit,’ she cursed. In a burst of clarity, quick thinking and understanding of just what a predicament she was in, she realised that the only potential escape was to remove her clothes which were all contaminated, move as far clear as possible and await rescue. She pulled off her top, unfastened her shoes and slid out of her trousers. It was however too late, and as she pulled clear, small syruppy strands of the latex stretched up to her skin, having permeated her clothes. Desperately trying to pull these away, just made matters worse, and before long, the liquid was slowly flowing upwards and covering her skin. Escape was futile, like a fly caught in amber, she could only await her fate. Shouting for help was impossible in this most secure room.

After about 20 minutes, most of her lower body was covered and it was pressing relentlessly, entering her insides intimately and irreverently through all openings. She could feel it between her legs filling out and expanding deep inside. It surged on slowly advancing over her body and arms and after another fifteen minutes was up to her neck. It continued to envelop the remainder of her head, and then entered her mouth and nostrils. Jane felt the latex emerging from her stomach and up her throat, meeting and melding with the intruder that now completely filled her mouth. She could even feel it oozing around her eyeballs, holding them rigid and oozing onwards deeper inside. With the total encasement achieved, the nannites commenced the next stage of their programming. Jane felt tiny pinpricks over here entire body as the latex injected itself through every pore. It drew deep inside with filaments wrapping around every nerve and tendon, and fusing with all of the muscle and fat. A dense web was permeating every part if her brain.

Conscious thoughts began to slowly ebb away, to be replaced by a more basic vacancy in expectation of programming to follow. Meanwhile Jane’s body began to morph over the next day, into one of the kinkier lab technician’s fantasy vision of perfection. Her waist narrowed and her breast grew large, pert and firm. A shapely bottom and legs morphed into existence. Muscles grew toned and strong, and Jane’s skin became smooth, young and flawless. It was now clear that she was getting the full cosmetic and military experience all together.

It was nearly the entire weekend before the process was complete. At the end, the identity-less super enhanced human that was once Jane stood up. The syrup on her skin now moulded itself into a seamless tight rubber shell, the colour changing to a rather attractive plum colour. Underneath this was a highly athletic and undeniably beautiful woman. She had no inhibitions, a confidence and ability waiting to be activated, and no thoughts of her previous life.

Sam opened up the lab on Monday. Walking into the Wet Vault to check on an alarm, he found a beautiful drone stood motionless in a pool of liquid latex. ‘Holy Crap,’ he thought, raising the alarm but too late to intervene…

Description
Xanatec was a high security research organisation dealing with nanotechnology and bio-enhancement. From the outside of their anonymous factory, few knew what went on inside, and a select group of hand picked experts toiled away at their research and development. Principally they were working on several aligned projects. The first with greatest commercial potential was medical, with the aim of repairing damage, or augmenting and enhancing physical appearance. This had an offshoot project where technology in theory could be spliced into the body, using nanites to link the brain up to small computers. This in turn had led to inquiries from the military, who had the thought of reanimating, repairing and then enhancing people who had been killed or mamed in battle. They could engineer human drones for deep cover missions or highly dangerous operations, and give the augmented soldiers access to internal covert communications and information beyond the capabilities of a normal person.

To date the project had gone well, and they had successfully carried out trials on discrete body parts donated through medical research. The next stage though required a patient who was brain dead, but alive, in order to test the neuron and nerve splicing nannites, and another to try to carry out cosmetic alterations with breast enlargement seen as the best project to begin with. Both were proving nearly impossible to get authorisation for medical trials however.

It was Friday and almost everyone had left for the weekend. The only people left were a couple from security on reception and Jane, lead researcher in Lab 2. She’d hung around as she was going out later to meet up with friends. It was time to go, and getting ready to leave, she had taken a shortcut to the locker room through the Wet Vault. This high containment security room was where all of the nannites were kept, held in a liquid latex syrup. As soon as she entered the room, Jane realised that there was a massive problem with the storage vats. Her left foot stuck to a sticky substance on the floor and she stumbled forwards. Falling to the floor, her knees and arms also came into contact with a viscous liquid spill. Looking back she started to panic as she was now kneeling in a pool of orange goo - she knew exactly what this was, how much trouble she was in, and had absolutely no idea what type of nannites were in it. This was particularly dangerous as the latex syrup was the active carrier medium, that would purposely flow over any living matter, and in turn allowed the nannites to enter the body through the skin. ‘Shit,’ she cursed. In a burst of clarity, quick thinking and understanding of just what a predicament she was in, she realised that the only potential escape was to remove her clothes which were all contaminated, move as far clear as possible and await rescue. She pulled off her top, unfastened her shoes and slid out of her trousers. It was however too late, and as she pulled clear, small syruppy strands of the latex stretched up to her skin, having permeated her clothes. Desperately trying to pull these away, just made matters worse, and before long, the liquid was slowly flowing upwards and covering her skin. Escape was futile, like a fly caught in amber, she could only await her fate. Shouting for help was impossible in this most secure room.

After about 20 minutes, most of her lower body was covered and it was pressing relentlessly, entering her insides intimately and irreverently through all openings. She could feel it between her legs filling out and expanding deep inside. It surged on slowly advancing over her body and arms and after another fifteen minutes was up to her neck. It continued to envelop the remainder of her head, and then entered her mouth and nostrils. Jane felt the latex emerging from her stomach and up her throat, meeting and melding with the intruder that now completely filled her mouth. She could even feel it oozing around her eyeballs, holding them rigid and oozing onwards deeper inside. With the total encasement achieved, the nannites commenced the next stage of their programming. Jane felt tiny pinpricks over here entire body as the latex injected itself through every pore. It drew deep inside with filaments wrapping around every nerve and tendon, and fusing with all of the muscle and fat. A dense web was permeating every part if her brain.

Conscious thoughts began to slowly ebb away, to be replaced by a more basic vacancy in expectation of programming to follow. Meanwhile Jane’s body began to morph over the next day, into one of the kinkier lab technician’s fantasy vision of perfection. Her waist narrowed and her breast grew large, pert and firm. A shapely bottom and legs morphed into existence. Muscles grew toned and strong, and Jane’s skin became smooth, young and flawless. It was now clear that she was getting the full cosmetic and military experience all together.

It was nearly the entire weekend before the process was complete. At the end, the identity-less super enhanced human that was once Jane stood up. The syrup on her skin now moulded itself into a seamless tight rubber shell, the colour changing to a rather attractive plum colour. Underneath this was a highly athletic and undeniably beautiful woman. She had no inhibitions, a confidence and ability waiting to be activated, and no thoughts of her previous life.

Sam opened up the lab on Monday. Walking into the Wet Vault to check on an alarm, he found a beautiful drone stood motionless in a pool of liquid latex. ‘Holy Crap,’ he thought, raising the alarm but too late to intervene…