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The Latex Drug

Part 3

For SiennatheValoinx

By Draconicon

Sienna could hardly keep her head on straight with all that had happened in the last few hours. Few hours? She wasn't even sure about that, considering the club didn't seem to have a clock anywhere in view; it just felt a great deal longer than that, particularly with all the partners that she had enjoyed in that time.

The latex Valoinx shivered again as some of the spent seed inside of her ass oozed out again. There was so much in there, so much that her sir hadn't dragged out of her just yet. She could feel it sloshing around, so different from the feeling of lube or other things that she had had in there before. It was like...like feeling something sloshing around a bathtub, instead, loose and waiting for the plug to be pulled.

She wasn't loose, of course. Sir had managed to tighten her up again every time that someone used her, pushing her asshole back together, making her rim tight and then squeezing her outsides until her insides were the same. Sienna panted at the thought, her tongue hanging out of her short muzzle as she followed at the side of the buck that held her leash. She wanted to serve him, wanted to turn and suck his cock, but she had the feeling in her head that this was not the right time.

It was more of a feeling, because feelings were easier for her right then. Trying to think with this much latex on her body, so much that only her head and her paws were uncovered, meant that the effects of the L she'd taken were much stronger. She could just about push a thought through her brain if she really, really tried, but it was easier to rely on her feelings instead, to focus on how she felt, about what things felt needed doing. That way...

That way, she could be a good girl. That way, she didn't have to worry about getting things wrong.

The Valoinx had come a long way from what she had been at the start of the night, and she knew that any friends that saw her right then wouldn't recognize her. Her waist had been squeezed to a thinness that a wasp would envy, and she could feel how much bigger her ass was in comparison to when she'd walked through the doors. Her mass from her middle had gone to her chest, too, making her breasts hang down like massive knockers.

She shivered as she crawled on all fours, feeling her ass jiggle, her chest shake, knowing that this was all down to her being...being slutty, wanting something like this. The experiment with the L had already given her one hell of a good time, gotten her fucked by more men than she'd ever imagined sharing in one night.

But still, that wasn't enough. Some part of her, some part that had been drawn out by the L that she'd taken, wanted to take that next step.

Pad, pad, pad. The latex that covered her hands and knees kept her from feeling pain or discomfort as she crawled along. She could feel the pressure through them, but despite the sensitizing effects of the latex that had replaced her skin, she didn't feel discomfort. It was like something had been re-routed, redistributed, or something.

It was, as she'd thought earlier, hard to think.

The club was fading away in the background, the darkness of the hallway between it and the Drone Room all that she had left to her. The darkness sucked her thoughts into it, leaving her staring forward as if waiting for a command, or for some sort of direction. She didn't know how to put it. She felt blank, empty, needy, and what was ahead would help with that.

Charles - her Sir - gripped her leash a bit tighter all of a sudden, and Sienna gasped, pulled to a halt by the sudden tightness at the back of her neck. It was better than a leash needed to be, rubbing her, giving her a feeling of pleasure and connection all around her neck. She moaned, biting her lip as she turned to look up at him.

"Y-yes, sir?"

"I need you to be sure about this. Are you completely sure, my little drone-to-be, that you're able to do this tonight?"

"Y-yes..."

"You're hungry for it, hmm?" the buck said with a small, teasing smile.

"Yes, sir. So...so hungry..."

"You want to lose it all, do you? To feel the latex all over you...to know that you are nothing but the drone of your master?"

She nodded, shivering as the urges struck her, lashed at her mind. The few bits of resistance that she had to the idea had been drowned in cum and pleasure, and the L that already covered her body for most of it was making it hard for her to feel any resistance to anything. Anything that Sir told her to want, she wanted, and that was all there was to it.

Her buck smiled at her, stroking his thumb along the leash, and just as before, it sent a lovely, warm feeling up and down her spine, as if he was giving it a gentle pet for being good. She lowered her head, bobbing it in thanks, and waited for him to take the lead once more.

Eventually, he did, and they walked through the last bit of the darkness to the next room. A soft, dull red light illuminated the chamber, casting everything in the same sort of crimson glow, and she stared with eyes wide at those that were on the tables.

Sienna had expected people to be going through drone-transformation, but she hadn't expected this. She saw males that laid out on metal tables, their legs spread, their eyes wide open. Black drippers rolled over their faces, their hips, their feet, coating them in second, third, fourth layers of the latex. Their cocks were rolled back, folded into their groin, as if they had never had them, and little blue locks were painted on their latex.

Some of the males remained males, save for the null-bulges that they gained from the transformation. Others were changed further, with their chest being pulled out, tugged on by eager machine fingers that made them have soft, perky breasts that were more easily played with. Still others had their hips warped, pulled out, their asses grown with additional latex painted on and added to the substance that they had already.

Then there were the females. Some of them were given the same chastity treatment as the males, their holes painted over so that they had nothing down there, merely an aesthetic curve to tease the eyes. Some, however, had their pussy painted over so that only their ass remained. She shivered at the thought of that, finding a strange arousal in the feeling of having her easier hole taken from her. It was...kinda hot.

Still others were given cocks, made into fuck-drones that had the shaft that their master or mistress would have preferred. They were all different, designed with various sizes and assets to the shaft that would tease their owners to distraction. She stared at them all, hardly believing what she saw.

There were only two things that tied them all together, and those were a visor that spread over the head of the drone in the making, and the ownership marking that glowed on the chest of each of the drones on the table. She couldn't help but blush, looking down at her own chest, and wondered if that was something that would happen to her.

Of course it would, she realized a split-second later. She was here to be turned into a drone, wasn't she? Drones were not free. They had masters, and that meant that she had to be marked with her master's mark.

Sienna looked up at Charles again, wondering what he'd pick. The antlers, crossed? A collar under a hoof? She didn't know, and the wondering made her feel rather...aroused. Eager. She flicked her tail slowly -

"Ah, someone new?"

She looked up, surprised to see someone else that wasn't a drone or being turned into one. This one was a female, a lynx, and through her spotted pelt one could see lines of latex. Her sex was just barely covered by it, her clit throbbing up and forward, almost like a strap-on, and her nipples were covered enough with the shining black to make her look particularly aroused. Sienna didn't say anything, not wanting to offend, but the raw nudity of the feline woman made her wonder if this was confidence or sluttiness.

But there was one thing for sure. This woman was above her with the lack of overpowering latex, and Sienna bowed her head to show some respect. It seemed to be the right decision, because the lynx rested her hand on the Valoinx's head, rubbing her between the ears.

"She's a good girl. Glad to see that you found someone that needed this, Charles."

"She's new; it's her first time."

"Oh, my. And she wants to be a drone already?"

"I think she buried a great deal of her submission beneath her curiosity. For all her confidence and eagerness...she needs someone holding the leash."

That was more true than she wanted to admit, though she was certainly not going to argue as she felt the warm touches through the leash, rubbing the back of her neck, teasing her and keeping her happy. She sighed, nuzzling into the hand that rubbed her head, and leaning her head back to savor the neck scritches through the leash.

"Well, she's definitely got that hunger. Let's get her on the table. Do you have anything you particularly want?"

"Just keep her curves strong. Enhance them if you can, maybe give her a pair of - actually, give her handlebars, and put something on her head for face-fucking."

"You got it, Charles. She'll be ready for pick-up in a few hours."

A few hours? They were able to do it that fast with L? She didn't know how to feel about that, save for more excited than she already was.

Her cheeks burned as her leash was taken, but the obedient Valoinx walked across the floor of the Drone Room. She saw a few in the back of the chamber, some of them sitting on chairs, others coiled up like pets on the floor. Each one was completely covered, staring straight ahead, their eyes glowing in the low light.

What happened to them? Are they waiting for their owners?

That felt right, she realized, and understood that the drones were going to be always on the ready for their owners, always waiting for the chance to be picked up and taken home. They had little will of their own, and needed to be cared for in a different way than an average submissive.

This is...this is...

She was panting softly, her tongue hanging out as she was brought to an empty table. Sienna let herself be helped onto it, not able to focus enough to do even that much on her own. As she laid on her back, she stared up at the ceiling, her breath coming faster and faster, her larger breasts bouncing softly. They didn't flatten the way that they used to, the latex keeping them big and full despite her laying on her back.

Her legs spread slowly, almost by instinct, and the lynx woman at her side chuckled.

"Oh, very, very good," she said with a smile. "You're going to be a good little drone, aren't you?"

"I'll try..."

"That's all you have to do. The programming and Drone-L will do everything else."

"What...how do I take it?"

"It's a little pill, dear. You take it down the hatch, and then we'll do the rest."

"And...and it's temporary, right?"

"Temporary as you like. Smallest dose will keep you a drone for a day or two."

"...Okay...okay..."

"You want it?"

"Yes..."

"Open wide, then."

Opening her mouth, Sienna held still as she could as the pill was placed in her mouth. She had to tell herself to swallow when she wasn't directly ordered to, and she swore that she could feel it running down the back of her throat, moving into her mouth.

The lynx chuckled again, shaking her head, and Sienna blushed. She supposed that was something that most people didn't have to be told to do.

Still, she felt it moving into her stomach, and as it settled in, it felt a bit like a weight down there. She curled her toes, her paws wrinkling softly, and she scrunched her hands into tiny fists.

"Do...do I need to..."

"Be tied down?"

Sienna nodded.

"Just for a bit. It'll help you keep calm when the latex goes everywhere. Then we'll get you under the visor, and that'll be all."

"Okay...just...you know...nervous..."

"Don't worry. Everyone is, their first time."

She nodded, even as she felt the weight in her stomach getting heavier. The Valoinx moaned under her breath, the fins of her ears feeling a bit tight as she turned her head to the side in embarrassment, trying not to blush worse.

One hand, then the other was guided to restraints. She didn't fight as her wrists were bound up, nor did she struggle when she felt her legs be put through the same thing. Keeping herself as limp as possible, she allowed herself to be positioned, even as her nervousness fought with her excitement.

On the one hand, she was craving this sort of submission badly. She wanted to feel just how it would be to have an owner, to have someone that looked out for her, to know what it felt like to be that low. The idea of dropping so far, of allowing someone to have that level of control, was amazing.

Yet, on the other hand, it meant giving up every bit of personality that she had, and trusting someone else to take care of her. That was a huge risk, even under this sort of supervised action. Charles might not be as good as he seemed, and she might not be able to get out from under it...

Could she take it?

Not like she had a choice right at that moment. She had been restrained, and rather thoroughly, too. More than that, the weight in her belly was spreading out, rising out from her core and -

Bubble, bubble, bubble. She could feel it running up her throat, making its way towards her mouth, and then up her nose. It was almost like a less violent version of when one laughed and the liquid came rushing up their throat and out their nose again, except that this didn't hurt. It just felt...soothing, almost, if that sort of disturbing feeling could be called soothing.

She leaned her head back a bit more, and suddenly, the blackness started coming out of both her nose and mouth. It rushed out of her, running along her teeth and then over her lips. They were allowed to open once, once, before they slammed shut again, her mouth sealed closed. She could feel her lips melting together, not merely getting coated, but melting, the flesh and other things turning to pure latex and being bound to one another.

Her nostrils were pulled open a bit more, almost like they were being stretched, and she could smell the room that much more. The chemical, almost hospital-like smell of the latex all around her flooded down her nose, but the lynx at her side had a more natural smell, something more heated, more warm. She shuddered as she felt it wash over her, the smell of arousal under all of it soaking into her.

"Yes, that's it. Just relax and let it happen. You'll be a good little drone before you know it."

She groaned at that, trying not to focus too much on her excitement, more on the transformation that was happening. Her body was getting changed, being warped and transformed already. The blackness was spreading over her muzzle and then up her eyes, covering her eyeballs and then going over the back of her head. Everything felt smooth and soft and...oddly good, though she didn't know why.

Sienna groaned as her toes started melting, too, the blackness coming out of her pores and spreading along her paws. They quickly became latex imitations of what they had once been, and she could hardly move them. One little tickle of the lynx's tail on her feet, however, proved that they were just as sensitive as every other latex part of her.

She submitted to the coverings, knowing that this was going to be her new body. She kept herself still, forcing the latex to cover her that much more elegantly, more slowly, less of the ripple that might distort the look. She didn't know how she knew that would happen, but it felt right, felt like it was certainly possible, at the very least.

Breathing was harder with only her nose open, and she had to focus on just getting the air in as it passed through her nose. It was thick with the smell of latex and sweat and more, and she shivered as she realized just how horny that made her.

As the latex completely sealed around her face, covering her from head to toe, she realized that she could still see. Not much, but a little bit. She could see the world tinted in a black and gray color palette, her eyes feeling almost sensitive to the red light through the lenses. She didn't know how to handle that, but the lynx helped her.

The gentle hand along her cheek was followed by the visor that was rolled over her face. It was a simple thing, one that curled so that it was less than an inch over her eyes. The rest of the world faded away as soft colors took over her mind. Each rippling shape, sometimes like a spiral, sometimes like a kaleidoscope of color, pulled her deeper, pushing her to focus on it as the one thing that seemed lively in the room.

It was better to stare at it, she realized. It was colorful, while the red was scary. The black and gray of everything else made it hard to want to look at anything else, and this...

This was good...

This was nice...

This was warm and soft and good and made her brain feel better...

The world was better in color, and she stared into the visor, letting it draw her brain out and away from her. What thoughts that she had left while being covered in the L-drawn latex were dismissed, lost in the spirals, leaving her feeling nice and empty, soft and open for something else to be put in.

Sienna...Sienna...

That was the only thing that was left, her name. Maybe if she had a cruel person holding the leash, she would have lost that, as well. As it stood, she was allowed to keep her name, allowed to keep that part that made her, her. She moaned softly as she felt the lights change, turning to something like a soft pink, pulsing with light every time that -

"Ah, ah...ah...ah..."

She felt something rubbing at her, something teasing between her legs. Not against her pussy, but against her ass, a finger rubbing her pucker, almost like it was about to slide in. She would have been distracted by that, if there was anything left in her that might have been distracted. As it was, it was just something else to fill up the empty space in her head, something to tell her yes. Yes, she liked anal. Yes, she liked to be butt-fucked. Yes, that was the good hole, and the other one was off-limits unless the master told her so.

The master.

The owner.

A picture started to flood through the colors, and she recognized it. The buck. She saw him, saw his antlers, and a lazy smile tried to grow. Tried, because she didn't have the lips to smile anymore. Instead, she felt something move along her eyes, something up and down, something over and under. She didn't know what was happening, but it was doing something to her, making her smile in a different way.

She laid there, feeling his picture press into her brain, his name following. Charles. Charles the Buck. Charles the Owner. Owner Charles. They were coming to her, reminding her, flooding her with what she was. A drone, a drone that had a buck for an owner, a drone that liked to get fucked the ass.

The latex Valoinx rolled her back a bit, trying to arch her hips, but nothing happened. She was bound too tightly, despite her panic. She felt the pressure at her pucker increase, and then -

POP!

"Mmmm..."

The sound came through the latex, but it was different, as had the 'ah, ah' from earlier. It wasn't the same. Not the humanoid sounds, not the stuff from before. It was...almost electronic. Almost...almost like she was speaking through a walkie-talkie.

The thought disappeared as soon as it came, and she let herself slip again, falling back in the colors, letting the pleasure guide her.

There were fingers along her body, fingers of metal and flesh and latex that were doing things to her. Soft sprays, warm goo, goo that was spread along her body and then shaped into other things. She felt her breasts get heavier, laying more firmly on her chest, but her nipples grew more sensitive, pointing forward in a way that they could never have done with just the regular, real things.

Other sprays followed, one on her head, two at her hips, and she felt what Master Charles had told them to do begin. The handholds, the grips that would allow someone to fuck her properly. The Valoinx shivered, wanting to have someone take hold -

"AH!"

And someone did, squeezing it. It was like someone had managed to grab hold of something pleasurable, like someone had turned her clit to a cock and grabbed it. That was how it felt to be gripped by the handholds at her hips. A simple squeeze had her getting wet, had her hole clenching.

Good drone, the visor told her. You are a good drone.

She hoped that she was. She wanted nothing more than to be a good drone, to give pleasure, to follow orders. That was what a good drone did.

She slipped further down, further into her haze as she felt similar holds be molded out of her head, almost like she had horns now. Someone stroked them, and it was almost as good as the tight grip down below. She imagined that someone grabbing her head to fuck it would be giving her an orgasm in short order.

Sienna was fading, her eyes rolling back, and the transformation stopped for a time. She was allowed to come back to herself enough to keep staring at the screen in front of her, sinking back into the colors, back into the rightness of being a good drone.

As she felt the ideas being planted in, reminding her of how good it felt to be empty-headed, to be submissive, the sprays returned. They billowed over her, spraying blackness over her legs, over her arms, over her body. More and more mass was added to increase her curves, and she could feel her thighs getting a bit thicker, rubbing against each other when the restraints were released.

She wished that they would release her arms so that she could finger her ass, but they kept her still, not allowing those to move. She had no freedom, no right to be allowed to pleasure herself.

And that was only right, of course. She was a drone.

Sienna laid there, staring straight up, as a different shape moved in from the side. It held something else. A syringe? Yes, that seemed right. The drone Valoinx was tempted to look for a moment, but why look when she hadn't been told to? It was better to follow orders, better to give in and allow someone else to tell her what to do.

Then the needle popped into her crotch, and she gasped. Not from pain, but from pleasure.

She had forgotten that there was one more type of L. Not just Mutagenic, or Conversion, or Drone, but one other, one that relied on the others to be active and safe. That was Stimulant-L, and that had just been jammed right into her pussy.

Sienna gasped, arching her back from the table, rolling her hips forward and back, forward and back as it felt like there was a gentle tongue right against her pussy. It lapped from the back to the front, caressing her lower lips before finding her clit and teasing it. She panted for breath, feeling like it was getting eaten out by the best in the business, her hands curling into fists.

As she kicked her legs, another hand came down between them, pressing against her sex. Someone else was pressing some of the mutagenic stuff into her, and -

The drone Valoinx gasped as she felt her pussy being closed, pushed together and gradually zipped up. The drone moaned softly, panting electronically as she was altered once more. Her sex was closed, leaving her with just one hole as the gentle fingers 'zipped' it up from the back to the front, leaving nothing behind, not even the nub of her clit.

But that didn't stop the stimulation from happening. She could still feel it, still sense the need that was building up down there from the constant licking feeling. The Valoinx thrust her hips forward, arching her back and keeping her once-sex in the air, swearing that there was a finger inside of her now, too, a finger that was plundering her depths even as the tongue lapped around her clitoris.

Yet, for all her frenzy, she was soon rendered calm again. The colors in her eyes, the way that they flickered for her, the way that they were drawing her into the darkness, left her with a hazy sensation of wonder. She stared straight ahead, her eyes slowly falling down to slits. Thought, urgency, need. They all faded, going to the background. They weren't gone, but they were no longer overpowering.

They could be pulled forward, she supposed. A drone was supposed to follow orders, and if Owner Charles was to tell her to feel it, she would. But for now, it was pleasant background need, nothing more.

"Very good, very good. She's taking to it nicely," the lynx at her side said. "Let's put her the rest of the way down, and she should be ready soon."

The rest of the way. Yes. That would be nice. Sienna smiled as the colors intensified, slowly dragging her into the world of drone programming, proper behavior, and ideal submission. It all felt so good that she went right for it.

Sienna the Valoinx Drone woke up a few hours later. Her internal clock - recently installed - told her that it was nearly three in the morning, well past the time that she had initially planned to be at the club. However, such plans did not mean anything. They had not been given to her by her owner, so they could be overruled at a whim.

She did not sit up, though a part of her wished to. She had not been ordered to sit, had not even been asked to 'activate,' and as a proper drone, she would wait for her master to give her the right order. In the meantime, she would wait, staring straight ahead, and contemplate existence.

Thankfully, she didn't have to contemplate for long.

"Activate, Sienna."

It felt different to hear her owner's voice that way, but the drone was happy enough to get up as she was ordered.

No, as it was ordered. Yes. It. It was a good drone. It was a right thing to be. It sat up, its ears flickering slightly as it turned its head to the source of the voice, and it...smiled? It did something with its face, anyway, and immediately dropped down from the table to its knees, looking up at the buck.

"Owner Charles acknowledged."

There it was again, its voice rather strange, rather different. Yes, because it no longer had a mouth. It had to broadcast the speech through a different box, somewhere...yes, around its throat, it realized. It was a rather strange feeling, to speak from a different location, but suitable. After all, if the Owner decided that it should worship while giving oral attention, then a speech box other than the mouth was essential.

The buck smiled down at it, and the Valoinx lowered its head, thanking its master for attention with a nod of its head. Soft fingers pressed into giving latex, forcing it to look up at him instead.

"You are transformed. I assume you feel good?"

"Yes, Owner," it said.

"You feel right?"

"Yes, Owner."

"Do you crave orders?"

"Always, Owner."

And it did. Sienna had no way to be deceitful, no way to be anything but the most honest that it had ever been. The fact that it was a drone forced it down that path, and despite the lack of free will, it liked it.

"Stand, Sienna."

The drone did as ordered, becoming aware of a blue symbol on its chest. The conditioning visor had given it a way to absorb information faster, since it wasn't using its brain to think through what it saw. It was merely information, facts to be accessed later, and this fact was interesting enough to pop forward.

The mark was a deep blue, almost too dark to see immediately, but the brightness behind it made it stand out. It was of two antlers, as it had initially suspected it might be, but with a leash hanging down from both to a collar beneath the pair. It was a powerful-looking symbol, and Sienna approved.

The buck reached out, touching its hips, and it let out an electronic groan of pleasure as the hip handholds were squeezed tightly. The pleasure of the Stimulant-L rushed forward once more, and the drone Valoinx thrust its hips forward, trying to put itself on offer.

Then the squeezing stopped, and the Valoinx drone went still once more. Its owner walked around its body, looking it up and down, and it didn't move, hoping that it was properly changed for the owner's pleasure.

"Your ass is quite a bit bigger now."

"The owner asked for that, Owner."

"Do you like it?"

"If you like it, Owner, then I love it."

"Good, good."

The buck spread its ass cheeks, and the drone leaned forward slightly, obeying programming that had come from the visor once more. The drone let out a few more little moans as its sensitive rump was rubbed, teased, parted, and then teased again. Fingers rubbing around its pucker gave the drone greater pleasure, forcing it to lift its tail in hopes of enticing its owner to tease it further, or better, to fill it.

Owner Charles smiled down at the drone, and then let go. The drone stood up, momentarily miffed, but soon back to its neutral emotional state.

"Would you like to see yourself?"

"Yes, Owner," it said, surprised at how eager it was.

Owner Charles held up a mirror, and the drone stared into it. Its face had changed slightly, with its eyes obscured through the blackness, and some strange yellow markings where they had been moving to reflect its mood. The yellow lines split to form wide circles of surprise when it stared at the mirror at first, then twisted to show happy smiles instead as it continued to look and enjoy what it saw.

"You are beautiful, Sienna. Come with me."

"Yes, Owner."

The End