Uniform Policy
By doctorpluto
* * *“Please return all DynamiCo property to your lockers before returning home. Please report any lost or damaged equipment to your supervising officer. Thank you.”
Tanya took a swig from her water bottle as she clocked out. Another uneventful day, but that was normal for corporate security. Most of the time, she just stood around looking important or sitting at her desk watching camera footage all day. It wasn’t exciting, but the pay was good enough, certainly better than when she was a cop. She’d just about reached the lockers when the intercom crackled to life again.
“Corporate has requested that all Security Personnel with ID numbers between 1100 and 1500 to report to locker room H-6. You have been selected to take part in a special outreach program for the Civil Defense Initiative. Thank you.”
Tanya glanced down her shirt at her badge: 1255…
“Well damn…” She muttered, turning to look for this room H-6. “...Wish they told me about this.”
Even after three years on the job, it was still easy to get lost sometimes. That’s just what happened when most of the building was identical: hexagonal gray tiles on the floor, smooth white walls, lit up with thin strips of sterile fluorescent light.
“Let’s see… D-7, F-4…” Her eyes scanned over the yellow brass plates above each door. Apart from that, they were identical. Same glossy white color that blended into the walls, same brushed stainless steel latches that were the perfect height to snag on trouser pockets.
When Tanya found the right locker room, her hand hesitated on the door handle. Why didn’t they let her know about this ahead of time? She pondered it for a while before dismissing the issue as a missed memo or the usual corporate communication problems.
‘Better to just get it over with instead of letting it bother me, anyway.’ She thought to herself as she swung the door open.
After fumbling around for the switch, Tanya turned the lights on to reveal just another locker room: white tiles on the floor and walls and sea blue-painted lockers. She went to the locker with her number and opened it, revealing a shiny black suit folded up and laid there like a store display, with what looked like a gas mask hanging on the hook above it.
Tanya picked the rubbery suit up and felt the material, rubbing it between her thumb and forefinger. The material squeaked with every motion of her fingers, just enough to bring a warm blush to her cheeks.
“It’s… slick.” She said to nobody in particular, the material reminded her somewhat of the wetsuit she wore when she went diving with some friends in Fiji. And was it already lubricated? Tanya couldn’t help but feel a hint of something oily on the smooth rubber. Tanya held iit up to her nose, picking up the smell of fresh rubber and a hint of something floral; like the lavender air freshener she put up in her car last week.
“Ah well… might as well try it on.”
Tanya sat down on the bench and unfolded it, looking down the collar at the tag.
“Huh… never heard of this brand before... Securitex?”
She turned the suit around and gave it a proper look-see. The glossy black suit had a ring of deep sea blue around the high-neck collar and a stripe that ran down the front, connecting to a matching band of the same blue running across the waist like a belt. There were also thick matching pads on the knees, shoulders and elbows, for additional protection or so Tanya assumed. Tanya noticed the gloves and boots were already attached to the suit’s squeaky fullbody form by seemingly hidden locking mechanisms, and when she put her hand inside the suit, she felt something cool and slightly squishy, like the cooling gel one would find inside mattresses.
“Feels… soft on the inside,” She mumbled, the gel squeaking softly under her touch, “at least it’s built for comfort.”
She laid the bodysuit out next to her on the bench as she got undressed, stripping off her black company issue uniform and throwing the shirt and pants aside on the floor. Her body was lean and toned from regular visits to the company gym, and her skin was a deep olive color, taken from her father’s side of the family. She stood in front of the mirror and held the gas mask up next to her face, comparing its visage to her own features.
“Lens for the eyes look a bit odd,” She said, tracing her finger around the edges of both of the round visors. They were dark in color like smoked glass, but they each had a horizontal strip of lighter, more transparent material in them. Perhaps this was to reduce glare from bright lights, or some other technical reason that was above her pay-grade.
“Oh well, nothing ventured…”
She took the bodysuit and opened it up, taking a breath before slipping one foot in… then the other. Already, she was feeling the squeeze of the tight garment as she tugged the suit up her legs, the material squeaking and creaking with her every move. Tanya sat back down on the bench, sticking her legs up in the air with a grunt as she pulled the suit up her calves and past her knees, nearly falling backwards onto the floor when she got it up to her thighs.
“Nnnn… It’s skin tight,” Tanya gritted her teeth as she wriggled the suit up to her waist, the suit felt like it was threatening to snap backwards with every squeaking inch she’d gained. But after a few seconds of blushing, huffing struggle, she finally had it up high enough to fit her arms into the sleeves.
“Come on…” Tanya grunted, pushing her arms forward until her fingertips met the very ends of the gloves, then she tugged and pulled at the bunched up material around her joints until the rubber was smoothed out into a perfect fit.
She stood and leaned against the locker, propping herself up with her shoulder as she zipped the suit up, the rubber squeaking gently as it tightened around her chest and torso, going up to the very top of her neck.
“Okay… Oh damn that’s snug.” Tanya breathed a sigh of relief as she checked herself over, making a few last tugs and adjustments to get the fit comfortable, feeling more than a little bashful at how much she was enjoying the sound of squeaking rubber by now. She gazed at herself in the mirror, a nervous smile spreading across her lips as she saw how little the suit left to the imagination. Every curve of her toned thighs and broad hips, the firm heft and perkiness of her bosom, all of it accentuated by the glossy, sleek outfit. Tanya couldn’t help but strike a pose, flexing her arms and straightening her posture to look as tall and imposing as she could.
“Just like a comic book hero, how about that?” She said with a giggle. Tanya turned around, looking over her shoulder at her reflection, wondering if her butt had always been that big.
“Man, I thought black was supposed to be slimming.” She laughed, partly at herself. Taking a few steps back and forth, Tanya was surprised at how flexible the boots were, the soles were heavy but they fit the contours of her feet and flexed with her every step in a way that made it feel like she was walking around in something much lighter. And the traction was perfect on the usually slippery tile floor of the locker room.
“Alright… step two, the mask.” She grabbed it and looked it over once more. Aside from the creepy looking eyes, it wasn’t that different from a regular gas mask, having two round filters on the sides and a vented speech transmitter situated where the mouth would be. It was the same black rubber as the suit, meant to cover the whole head. The only other detail was a blue ridge running from the back of the mask along the top of the head, stopping just above the lens.
“Man, I’m so glad I cut my hair short.” Tanya said, brushing her gloved fingers through her black pixie cut locks. “This would be a pain in the ass if it was any longer.”
Taking another deep breath, she turned the mask around and slipped it over her head. The material creaked and then popped softly as it was tugged into place, air hissing through the filters as Tanya took her first breaths in it.
Huff and hiss
Huff and hiss
She looked down at her gloved hands through the eyes of her mask, flexing and straightening her fingers. At first, the world in front of her was dimmed slightly, but the slits in the lens lit up with a subtle yellow light and everything returned to normal, if a tiny bright brighter.
“I feel something over my ears…”
Her hands reached up to the sides of her head, feeling a pair of firm, flat disks like a pair of earphones.
“...but I can’t hear anything in this—”
Tanya was interrupted by a round of shrill beeps coming from the earpieces, and her hearing returned to her, at first muffled but quickly returning to full clarity. Not only could she hear the ambient sounds of the room around her, but the soft hum of a device starting up, rising in pitch before falling back into silence. Then she heard a firm, yet unthreatening voice speak to her:
“SCAN COMPLETE. ALL SYSTEMS CLEAR. UNIT 1255 REGISTERED.”
“Um…” Tanya looked around for a moment before she realized the voice was coming from inside the mask.
“HELLO OFFICER TANYA KAPUR. I AM APIS.”
“Uh… hello Apis.” Tanya said, “You mind explaining why you’re a voice in my head?”
“I AM THE ORGANIZING ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE FOR THE HIVESHIELD PROGRAM.”
“Ohhhh I get it.” She chuckled, “Apis like a queen bee and Hiveshield like a beehive… that’s cute.”
She glanced down at her feet, hoping nobody would walk in on her talking to herself like this. The suit itself would be hard enough to explain, and if she didn’t get the memo for this then she didn’t like the odds of anyone else being in the know.
“So what do we do next?”
“BEGINNING CALIBRATION. PLEASE WATCH THE COLORED CIRCLES AND TOUCH THE VIBRATING PAD WHEN YOU HEAR THE TONE.”
“Okay, okay.” Tanya straightened her posture and got herself ready. Something about this reminded her of an eyesight exam, though she hopefully wouldn’t have to get her pupils dilated.
Her visor lens lit up with bands of purple and yellow that started at the edges and flowed into the center, directly in front of her pupils when she looked ahead. There came the first tone, a soft beep and she felt something vibrating inside the suit around her navel. She pressed her finger into the spot, feeling a soft click as she kept staring into the spiraling bands of color.
Another beep, more vibration, another click. And again, and again. Each time, the spot moved down her body by just a little at a time, just enough for Tanya to start noticing after the fifth time. Or was it the sixth? It was hard to recall details like that, the tones started lingering, echoing through her mind and interrupting any thoughts of hers not directly tied to the calibration. A heavy calm bore down on her, the colors bleeding into each other before her eyes and becoming new ones. Purple and pink and yellow and green and red.
“Is… is it normal to feel a little drowsy right now?” Tanya said, her posture lowering into a slouch, arms hanging limp at her sides.
“THIS UNIFORM IS DESIGNED TO PROVIDE SECURITY, GOOD HEALTH, AND UNITY TO ALL OFFICERS.”
“Right, unity is good. I like all those things.” Tanya nodded as she spoke, keeping with the rhythm of the calibration test.
“HOW WOULD YOU RATE YOUR COMFORT? YOUR FEEDBACK IS VERY IMPORTANT TO THE PROGRAM.”
“Well…” Tanya rubbed her hands up and down her hips, feeling a warm tingle where her fingertips squeaked over the suit. “...it’s really snug, even cozy in some places. I can move around just fine in it, but it feels like something’s riding up against my crotch…”
“YOUR FEEDBACK HAS BEEN SUBMITTED. PLEASE ENJOY THIS REWARD FOR YOUR COOPERATION.”
In that instant, Tanya felt something buzz between her legs, sending waves of feeling vibrating through her body amplified to a level she had never experienced before.
“Aaah! Oh...Woaaaaahh that’s a new one…” Tanya huffed, an unladylike squeak of pleasure escaping her pursed lips. “...I don’t think that’s normal, what-what’s going on?”
“THIS SUIT IS DESIGNED TO ENDURE IMPACT TRAUMA, BALLISTIC WEAPONS, AND PROVIDES PROTECTION AGAINST MOST CHEMICAL AND BIOLOGICAL AGENTS. PLEASE RELAX WHILE I ACTIVATE SOME FEATURES.”
Tanya moaned as she felt the suit squeak and inflate, starting at her hips and going up to her chest, with the rest of her body filling out. Her hands reached up to touch herself, feeling a softness between her body and the shiny skin of the bodysuit, something cool and sticky like gel. She palmed her bosoms as they grew larger, retaining their perkiness even as they went up a cup size within seconds. And even though it had to have been at least two layers of synthetic material, it felt like she was touching her own skin beneath a thin layer of gloss.
“Mmmm… what’s happening?” Her breaths came heavy as her hips and thighs plumped up, her butt taking on an alluring peach shape. The gel flowed over her arms and legs, adding just an extra bit of bulk to her musculature, the substance turning firm and supple in these places. She turned to look at herself in the mirror, gasping softly when she caught sight of her reflection.
“Woah… I’m not wearing this, not like this.” Tanya reached up for the mask, only for her arms to stop still in the air.
“THAT CHOICE IS NOT YOURS TO MAKE”
Tanya’s arms dropped to her sides without her input, and she stood at attention, her body rigid like a statue. She was only a rider in her own body, and Apis’ voice was growing louder inside her head.
“DO NOT BE AFRAID. I HAVE YOUR BEST INTERESTS IN MIND.”
“What the hell?!” Tanya thought, “...Why can’t I move… or speak?”
“PLEASE RELAX.” Apis chided. “YOU ARE SAFE. YOU ARE NEEDED. YOU ARE COMPLIANT”
Her whole body tickled. The world before her grew more colorful, and the colors flowed and melted into each other as the spirals returned. It was like she was dreaming, everything felt distant like she had been pulled away from everything.
“Safe?” Tanya wanted to get out, but more than that… she wanted to be safe. She couldn’t resist Apis as she was, maybe it would let her go if she complied-if she did what it wanted. Or at least she could get an opening to escape.
“THAT IS CORRECT. YOU ARE SAFE. YOU DO NOT NEED TO STRUGGLE.”
The words drilled in deeper. Tanya felt the warmth of a pair of arms embracing her from behind. She heard the soft creaking of another suited body moving against her own.
“YOU ARE NOT ALONE. YOUR FRIENDS ARE ALL HERE FOR YOU.”
“You are safe.” A sweetly feminine voice from behind her. She recognized the voice as coming from a coworker, but in that moment it felt more familiar, more comforting.
“Would your friends lie to you?” Another voice in the room, this one was male.
Another warm embrace, then another.
“You’re safe, you’re needed,” The voices repeated over and over, in unison. Not just the voices of the drones in the room with her, but Apis’ voice. They were growing closer, becoming one and the same.
“I’m safe.” Tanya felt tension leave her body, and she could feel herself swaying ever so slightly. Then she leaned back, slipping off her feet and into the arms of her comrades. Rubber-coated hands stroked and caressed all over her body, every touch sending ripples of pure bliss throughout her being.
“You’re needed.”
“I’m needed”
As she spoke the words, she believed them. She could feel how much she belonged, like a key finding its lock.
“NOW. WE ARE AT THE FINAL STEP. ARE YOU COMPLIANT?”
There was but a moment of hesitation, like one felt just before diving into a pool. But the weight of the voices and the touch of her fellow drones pulled her over the threshold.
“I am compliant.”
And in that instant, Tanya cried out. Far exceeding every pleasure she had experienced in her old life, her whole being was rocked by a climax that shattered her old sense of self. She was seeing stars, the world around her gradually coming back into focus.
She was surrounded by identical drones, looking just like her. They helped her up to her feet, helping her stay upright as she took uneasy steps forward.
“HOW DO YOU FEEL, T4N4?”
“I feel good.” The drone that once called itself Tanya said.
“THANK YOU. PLEASE FOLLOW YOUR UNIT OUTSIDE AND AWAIT FURTHER INSTRUCTION.”
T4N4 walked in perfect lockstep with her friends, her body pulled along by their collective will like an ocean current. Much like she had become one with her suit, she had become one with the Hiveshield system. In becoming a component in a bigger machine, she felt liberated; though as she strode with her comrades in neat military formation, she forgot about that feeling. Her mind was honed into a uniform calm, untroubled by trifles such as individual drama or corporate dress code.