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Luke was worried. Surely being stripped naked was not a normal part of an interview for BingTek... right? More so THE Maraschino, THE CEO of BingTek himself was conducting the exposing affair. But an internship at BingTek was so highly prized that any strangeness was turned a blind eye, so the wolf stood there. His well-toned grey-furred body for all to see, waiting for whatever one of the head honchos at BingTek was going to say or do. Only his hands in front of his hefty package offered any sort of privacy.

"You need to be naked for the suiting," The red latex binturong said.

The what now!?

Before the wolf could react, Luke felt a thick rubber hand grab the back of his head. His mouth opened in surprise only to let in something very large and very rubbery. His eyes widened as his own maw was spread open by the latex invader, stretching it far beyond what he even thought was possible.

He couldn't move. Frozen in place and terrified by what was at the end of the impossibly large tube, a red rubber mask. Luke tried to shake his head however Maraschino's grip was too strong. The wolf could only cough and gag as the tube went down his throat. The cherry-smelling mask approached him.

His was transfixed at the lenses of the mask. There were spirals, spirals that soon overtook his vision, sending his mind into a frenzy. A wave of emotions and thoughts flooded the wolf's mind as the mask was fixed into place, clinging to his fur.

The rubber slowly spread from the mask, filling his nose and lungs with a rubbery cherry scent. Latex poured from the mask, covering his ears and the rest of his head as something stirred in his loins. The hypnosis was doing something to him, replacing and covering his mind like the latex is doing to his skin but most of all, it made him horny.

"Nah ah ah! We can't have that now!" Maraschino waved his finger.

Luke... or someone, something else shuddered as he felt Maraschino manoeuvre his legs through something thin and rubbery, slipping over his hardening cock. He was shocked as he felt thin rubber strips pulled over his waist and threaded between his buttocks. A thong! A tight, red, rubbery thong!

As if being made to wear a thong was humiliating enough, shattering more of the wolf's delicate mind, he felt a squeeze on his rubber-covered boner. Soon something gooey was filling into the pouch, going against his slowly erecting cock and balls. The rubber was almost like it was alive, pressing down on his genitals and ballooning into a noticeable ball-like shape. He groaned as the rubber seemed to force his cock back into its sheath.

If he could, he would let out a frustrated whine as the rubber hardened around his genitals, forming a sort of chastity cage. The hard rubber prevented him from getting an erection, or stimulation, or to the wolf's now horrified realisation, release.

What was once a hefty lupine package was now a semi-squishy ball of rubber in between his legs that kept him in denial. The lustful lupine was left with a null bulge with a matching lock symbol, a bulge which Maraschino gave a squeeze that translated to scant stimulation.

"Good drones don't have cocks~" Maraschino whispered into the wolf's rubber-covered ears which took the form similar to that of Maraschino's. The grey fur of his neck and shoulders were also disappearing under shiny red latex.

He wasn't a drone! He was a... his mind went blank as the spirals intensified as Maraschino kneaded the bulge even more. His eyes would've rolled over in his head if they weren't so fixated on the spirals.

"Good drones obey, and with obedience they get stimulation!"

The... drone cried out as whatever little stimulation he got from the squeezing was cut short. He tried to buckle his hip that was slowly being covered by the latex spreading from the thong. He tried to rub his legs, squeezing the bulge in between them only served to spread the latex coming from the thong. Maybe... he tried to bring his hands to rub the bulge only for Maraschino to grab them and pull his arms up above his head.

"Bad drone!"

A strong pang of something rang through the drone, causing him to shiver. It wasn't fear or pain, it wasn't something discernible or even something that had a name. Whatever it was, it was certainly negative. Thankfully the feeling quickly, making him sigh through the mouth gag only for him to squirm in horror when something stuck to his hand.

Something was flowing from the binturong's hands, slowly covering his own hands. He tried to wiggle and remove the latex off his fingers. It was futile as the latex bound them together into useless mitts.

"Good drones don't touch it's bulge."

Something broke in the drone. He squirmed, he tried to cry out unsuccessfully, silenced by the gag in his throat. He found himself, almost subconsciously nodding in agreement to Maraschino's words.

"Good drone, obedience feels good doesn't it?"

He... it shuddered again as his... its body and mind is thrashed by a wave of pleasure emanating from the bulge. It would've squinted and closed its eyes, having suddenly pushed to the edge of an orgasm, its eyes remained wide open, lost in the spirals.

"Drone's don't think, it doesn't have a mind"

The drone's mind went blank. Its higher functioning thoughts disappeared, lost beneath the wave and sensations of pleasure. The drone could barely think or create a coherent thought. But it did have a thought, a desire, a longing. It wanted to cum.

Its rubbery face tried to twist into a strained expression. It could barely move any of his facial muscles as if the mask forced his head into a solid, featureless mass. It couldn't whine or moan either as the latex covered more of its arms and body. The viscous fluid crept onto its shoulder, oozing over the biceps. The rubber dribbled down its armpits and soaked into the fur of its pecs and down to his abs. His fur melted away with the red goo, leaving only shiny musculature. It couldn't move, it was fixed in place, bulge twitching and throbbing, begging for attention, any attention!

The flow met and its entire upper body was under a tight layer of latex. So tight that every curvature and detail of its muscled body was visible. The latex itself replaced its skin. Maraschino let its arms fall to its side that much like his upper body, was completely covered in tight latex that showed off his biceps and more.

Only his hands lacked detail, having been turned into mitts. Despite his arms now released from Maraschino's grip, the drone couldn't move its mitted hands to its bulge no matter how much it desired. The drone was screaming in its mind to give itself one squeeze on its padlocked bulge, one rub, one tiny touch... Yet its arms stuck firmly by its side, Maraschino's words acting as a lock.

"Hehe, good drone~"

The words were... orgasmic! Another wave of pleasure from the bulge flooded the drone. It was beyond whatever the drone ever experienced that whiteness overtook the constant red spirals in front of its eyes. Its breathing quickened. Its denied and sheathed cock twitched and its balls churned, its body preparing to spasm, to finally have his release...

"Drone's don't cum~"

The orgasm was denied. It was merely left on the edge, the ride to cumming hitting a mental break wall. It was still there, on the brink, its body still ready, the sensations, the pleasure never went over the threshold. It was so desperate that its arm twitched to bring its hands to furiously rub, squeeze and do whatever to its bulge to send it soaring off the cliff. Yet there was nothing. The drone kept still, its bulge remaining untouched

In its mind, it was crying, whining, begging. None of it showed through its motionless posture. The only thing that moved was the breathing of its chest and the latex that was now spreading from the thong to his toned butt cheeks.

"Present your ass."

The drone obediently bent over, its mitts grabbing a railing nearby for support. It widened its stance letting its bulge hang free in between its now rubbery thighs. The drone pushed his ass out as much as it could, presenting the two perfectly round and shiny cheeks to Maraschino.

"Such a lovely butt~," The binturong said, grabbing each cheek.

The drone saw white again as it was wrought with pleasure, though (un)fortunately it quickly subsided as Maraschino pulled both cheeks apart, revealing his asshole. The thin strip of thong that once covered his hole melted away, leaving a red, rubbery orifice and crevice. The drone instinctively tried to tuck its still uncovered tail only for it to yelp as Maraschino yanked its tail, keeping its anus visible. Curiously though, as the drone tried to clench from the cold air on his puckered hole, only the outer rim of the drone's anus was encased in latex. None of the latex had penetrated the drone... yet.

"Breathe deeply."

It shivered as something smooth and slick ran down its cleft towards its hole. Maraschino's finger moved slowly, almost torturously, as if he was trying to feel and painstakingly remember each detail. The touching was almost sensual, caressing each ridge and fold. Once more the drone found itself plunged into the depths of pleasure. It found itself releasing rubbery, squeaky moans as its body tensed up.

It was a different sort of pleasure from the bulge molestation earlier. There was a lack of frustration, it was purer. The sensations didn't overtake the drone's mind as the bulge rubbing did. It was aware of everything, lucid, consciously enjoying itself rather than having lust thrust upon it.

The drone clenched from the fingering, drawing in the latex finger deeper. Maraschino forcibly pulled his finger out, slowly and teasingly. The drone writhed and buckled. If its mouth wasn't spread wide open, it would be grinding its teeth. However malleable and soft the hollow rubber plug that was now the drone's mouth may be, it still kept its wide-open O shape.

It thrust its ass out as much as it could, following the finger with its puckering hole. The drone strained its neck, looking past the intensifying swirls to try to get that finger in its ass again. That small penetration was heavenly by itself. It needed it. It needed more!

It looked at Maraschino, the first time through its new vision and no longer saw a weird latex covered binturong. Instead, with his wide smile, sculpted rubber tufts and large circular goggles, the drone shook with a sort of mysteriously pleasurable feeling at a realisation. The being known as Maraschino wasn't merely a CEO, he was who its visage was based on. His creator, his controller, his master.

It tried to contort its stuck face into that of anguish, a plea to shove the wondrous finger back into its hole. Not a single crease formed in its perfectly moulded face. It let out a soft, squeaky whine, wiggling its ass at Maraschino like some horny bitch in heat begging to be fucked. It would've wagged its tail but Maraschino's tight grip and therefore his command, his desire, stopped him.

The same went for the tingling bulge in between the drone's legs. Its mind was so focused on the wondrous sensations at its asshole that it forgot about its crotch. The need, the desire of unreleased arousal was still there. Its arms strained not from holding its body at an angle but at holding them from rubbing its bulge in the hopes that it could use its mitts to maybe bring it to a climax. Its legs were too strained from trying not to rut or grind to satisfy itself. It was so tempting, it was so easy.

The sensations on its ass, those were something else altogether. They were more than positive, more than good. The bulge filled its body with not only pleasure but something else far better. The drone thought or tried to. The last vestiges of any discernible independence were stripped away by the swirling assault in front of its eyes.

"What a good little drone," its master cooed.

A sensation like the fingering swelled up in the drone's body. The drone squeaked as it realised what that sensation was. It was a feeling of... positivity from having followed orders, of obeying, of satisfying his master. It was far better than the bulge rubbing in so many different ways. More fulfilling, more exhilarating, more... pleasurable. It didn't need to focus on its bulge. It didn't need to think. It merely needed to obey and act upon.

"Want more of this?" Maraschino said, sliding his finger once more over the sensitive spot, sending shivers down the drone.

It nodded furiously, wiggling its ass and following the delectable finger. It needed it in him! Maraschino kept denying it. Mara... no, he wasn't just Maraschino, he was its Master. It shouldn't refer to Master as anything but. The denial of having its master's finger or something at all in it was worse than the denial at its bulge. Yet even the denial felt so good! There was a lump in its chest as the drone continued to entice his master to finger him. This was exactly what its master wanted, for the drone to be denied and horny, for it to be begging to be filled.

A small part of its mind screamed and fought quietly against the cacophony of pleasurable moaning and panting need that filled the remnants of the drone's mind. The drone's conscious mind was lost and drowned in the sea of pleasure from simply being whatever its master wanted it to be. His master's desires were its desires, his master's commands were its actions, his master's will was its life.

"Let's fulfill that need," Master grinned.

It shuddered, groaned and moaned. Shivered and squeaked, crying in joy and pain as its master didn't only slip a finger in but his whole hand! In one slick action and a flash of white, the drone found its tight virgin hole convulsing and clenching against the thick wrist of its master's rubber glove. It instinctively tried to close and pucker up, to fight and repel the anal invasion, however it was too far in it. It tried to expel the hand but its master's strength in keeping it wedged in overpowered the strained sphincter. The drone didn't have the power over its master's hand or now, its very own tail hole.

Squeaky moans came rushing out of the rubber tunnel gag as its master juddered his hand in the tight, still fleshy passage. Beneath the glowing red lenses, the drone's eyes rolled back into its head as its vision went white. Was it pain or pleasure? It didn't matter. All that mattered was its master's desires. The hand kept wiggling around and despite the lack of lube, it was unusually slick. Rather than any lube, goo exuded from Master's hands and arms itself, filling up its hole with the inky, black substance. Its master shoved his hand deeper and deeper with the drone's hole unwillingly swallowing up more of its master's arm.

The black of its master's glove disappeared completely, the red of his arm squeezing in and splitting open even more of the aching hole. The drone writhed and gagged, its scream coming out as a muffled squeak. Its feet, still uncovered and that of a wolf, slid against the floor as the drone struggled from the fisting.

It grappled the railings as much as it could with its mitts, its entire body trembled. It wanted to collapse right there and then, but it knew it would go against its master's desire. It wanted to take in as much as it could, to have its master fill his insides completely and whole, no matter the pain or discomfort. It didn't want it, it needed it!

Another series of screams came out as Master opened his hand while still inside it!

"Got to give you a little examination before the plugging," Master leered.

The drone shook and squirmed. One of its feet lost its footing causing it to impale its master's arm more. It would've fallen onto the floor if it wasn't kept up by its master's arm. Its ass, no, its entire body was sore and stinging in pain with most of its body weight held up by its ass yet it felt so incredible. It tried to focus, rapid shallow breaths slowing down and deepening as it gripped the railings trying to stabilise itself all the while its master kept his arm in.

Even through the searing pain, the drone could feel the tips of its master's every digit digging and prodding its insides. It was rough, without any care or attention. The gloved, thick, fingers wiggled and caressed every inch of the walls of its fleshy tunnel as it made its way up, examining and prodding thoroughly. The drone gasped as Master drew his arm out slightly only to plunge it even deeper into his ass. Tears would have flowed from its eyes yet nothing came out. The drone could only squeak and shudder from the wonderfully torturous.

Despite all the sensations, the drone was violated, only one made him stop his shuddering and freeze still, master's grip on its shoulder. It was firm and strong, more than enough to pin the drone to the spot.

"Take a deep breath,"

The tone of voice sent chills down its spine, but it was completely subservient to its master. The drone drew a deep breath. When the cold sterile air filled its lungs, it froze mid-breath.

It was fast, so fast that the drone simply froze mid breath as its body gradually sensed the sudden change. At first, there was a strange nothingness then a sting. A sting that slowly grew into a scathing soreness as the drone rumbled more and more until an ugly screech finally escaped from its mouth. A sound that for the first time resembled an actual scream.

The drone didn't have to know or think, to realise what had happened. Before the drone could even register it, Master had yanked the entire length of his arm out of its ass leaving a gaping mess that squelched the tar-like lube onto the floor. The drone shook and whimpered, hyperventilating with harsh squeaks. It squirmed from the cold air breezing on its coated insides. The drone instinctively clenched and closed its puffy tailhole but it only sent more of the lube to the floor, where a sticky pool was beginning to form at its still lupine feet. A sticky pool that unbeknownst to the drone slowly crawled up its legs.

The rubber crept up and went over the still-canine paws. Layer upon layer of latex formed, erasing any trace of distinguishing features, and leaving a pair of black heavy rubber boots to match the rest of its outfit. It didn't notice the last of its features disappear. Its attention was instead on quickly developing sensation or lack of.

The pain quickly settled, far quicker than it experienced before or even naturally possible, leaving behind that feeling of emptiness. The drone writhed as the hollowness manifested. It choked and cried. It wanted to scream and shake it off, to do anything to get rid of it. The feeling was wrong, awful. It was devoid of an integral piece, a part of its body gone leaving behind this desolate feeling. Missing a fragment of its existence. No, it didn't want to be like this, it couldn't. It needed something, it needed to be whole again, it needed to be filled!

Something, something in the last vestiges of the drone's mind sparked. All this time the drone had only been feeling, following the commands of its... master. A thought broke the spell of pleasure and hypnosis as it returned to a hazy lucidity.

"Do... Do I want this?"

Wanting what, the drone couldn't think. It knew it wanted something. It couldn't think of anything else. It had been warped and transformed from a wolf into a... copy, an image, an imitation of its master, that it once had a life and own identity. A name that wasn't just drone. Family and friends, who would surely miss and try to find him right? No! The drone realised with a sinking feeling that it couldn't care less, that the want supplanted any rational thought, that there was no turning back.

The hypnotic imagery disappeared, no longer obstructing its vision, leaving only a red tint. The drone looked around for its master. Its master stood out through the red tint. An almost, unnatural, ethereal red that the drone didn't see before. The drone felt its heart thump in its chest, making it submissive and even more subservient. The mere presence and appearance of its master would make it drop to its knee.

As it turned around, its master touched on its lower back, right above his still furry tail. Without thinking the drone raised its tail and widened its stance, showing off its still gaping and dripping hole. Master didn't need to speak to command the drone, the drone knew. Whatever Master desired at that moment, it became instinct, subconscious action. The drone paid no attention to its bulge, still twitching with need. The drone could hear the footsteps of his master returning. He must've left to get the final piece to fulfil that want, that desire that became more important than anything else. The drone merely and meekly watched its master, trembling with anticipation.

The mask gave the drone a wide-open face, suspended in shock with the large circular lenses and gaping, toothless maw. However, underneath the red lens, the drone's eyes were as wide as the lens themselves. In its master's hands was a long, wide, tube with a flared base. The drone would've dropped his mouth too if it weren't spread wide open already. Master smiled as he moved the black tube around, showing that it was hollow with thick walls.

"Oh you know where this is going up!" Master laughed

The drone cried, or squealed, it wasn't so sure anymore. The thing was so long and wide it wasn't going to fill it, it was going to tear it apart! As if its body moved on its own, the drone gripped on tightly to the railing and pushed its ass out, presenting its still dripping and fleshy hole. Master walked closer, his latex boots squeaking, each step sending jolts of fear and lust through its core. All that went through the drone's leftover mind was to stay still, to take in that massive tunnel plug, to be fulfilled!

As the hard rubber end graced the drone's tailhole, something broke. It trembled, not from fear or horny, as if it was trying to free itself. It fought its own body however with every effort there was more resistance. Its body was still, not moving to its commands. It no longer had control. The drone tried to scream and shout only for silence to come out of its gagged maw. No, it didn't want this! It wanted to move! It wanted to go away! It didn't want to be a drone!

The drone couldn't do anything as Master grabbed the still fur-covered tail and manoeuvred the plug onto the asshole. The drone felt dread from how large the circular tube pressed against its own ruined rim. It was far larger than even the widest point of Master's arm. So girthy that the drone's gaping hole was smaller than the cavernous cavity of the plug itself. It sure wasn't going to fit!

Master ignored concerns of the drone, pushing and pressing the tube against the drone's hole. Despite how wide its hole had been spread, the tube wouldn't go in. It merely bent and buckled in between the shiny red cheeks. There was a sigh of discontentment, one then made the drone skip a beat. Much to the drone's surprise, the tube against its hole vanished, leaving only the cool open air. Drone let out a breath of relief, perhaps Master would choose a smaller tube or maybe even not at all! Maybe it could even resist the further droning.

"Hmmm, fighting it aren't you?"

Yes, yes it was. It wanted to nod, rejecting all that had happened to it. It wanted to go back to normal.

"Imagine how wondrous it is to be completely filled," Master said, gently rubbing the drone's latex ears. "And how satisfied it would make your master."

The drone unconsciously let out a squeaking moan as its hole puckered and its bulge twitched. All that pent up horniness that took a back seat to the fisting came rushing back. Its body relaxed and its hole gaped open. No! What was happening to it. It thought it had control again! It thought it broke through the hypnosis! It was going to-! Suddenly the drone cried out, its bulge unceremoniously grabbed by Master who squeezed it. Each grope sent shockwaves of frustration throughout the drone. It felt its hole burn with need and gape open on its own as if Master himself was tearing the ring apart. No, please! It didn't want to be controlled.

But it felt so nice being controlled. It was suffering, in pain when it was free, yet it wallowed in pleasure when it was not. Disobedience was agonising but obedience... obedience was calming, obedience was pleasuring, obedience made it happy. The voice of resistance was pushed back with each squeeze by the hands of its master. Such a wondrous, divine feeling. Yes, the fondling was frustrating but to be treated and used as a toy was amazing. Wait! No, no no no!

The grip was gone but the pleasure remained as the drone's tail was grabbed. Its tail was pulled straight up once more and a horribly familiar object was pressed between its cheeks. Please no...

"It seems I'm going to have to force it in. I was hoping to have a drone with a somewhat intact mind. Oh well," Master Smirked.

The drone jerked its head back as an unnatural squeaky gurgle escaped its throat. All at once, its senses were gone. Hearing, seeing and feeling nothing but the colossal plug pierce through its already wide open hole. Tts body was screaming in scorching pain and immense pleasure the drone had never felt before. Its bulge twitched and vibrated on its own, increasing with intensity the more of the plug went in. The drone's mind disappeared along with the plug. All those previous times it could still think, still consciously experience. Now its thoughts were being obliterated, replaced by simply nothing. It didn't cry or shake, at least not voluntarily. Its body reacted to what was forced upon it. Its legs buckled at this immense girth and its arm shook from the sheer intensity of the plug.

The body didn't try to fight it or push it out. It was too strained, too tired, too done. The plug made a slow, and arduous journey into its insides, aided by the previous black lube that slowly got stickier. It was not even to the halfway point and already the drone's body was fuller than it ever had been. Its body convulsed. Something deep within the drone transformed every sensation into pure pleasure. The drone's hefty bulge tensed and tightened up, on the brink of releasing its orgasm only to be kept from the edge.

It wasn't only the inside that was being changed. With Master's hand back on his body, latex flowed once more. Slowly crawling over the tail and legs, the last traces of an organic wolf, completing the exterior transformation to that of a drone.

An M-Drone, made in its master's image.

"And now for the grand finale."

What remained of the drone's mind- not far away from the encroaching whiteness heard those words. It didn't think, it didn't respond, it merely heard. The flange of the plug, the part of the plug that once in place would anchor the gargantuan tube in the drone's stuffed insides, caressed the drone's doughnut. It was no longer wrinkled, stretched beyond belief. Too sore and strained to even shudder.

The tube wormed itself deep within the drone, uncaring for the drone's fleshy insides. Where it ended inside the drone was lost to the drone but its effects certainly weren't. The drone's body burnt and shrieked. Completely and utterly filled inside. Any normal person would find the pain excruciating. Torment by a long silicone tube but to the drone, the screaming nerves of its wrecked body was only translated to one thing, pure pleasure. The drone knew, perhaps the last thing its conscious mind knew, that this wasn't even the end. No, the climax was near.

Master let go of the drone's now fully rubber tail, and with both hands grabbed the flange of the plug. The drone, with the last of its willpower, raised its head and held onto the railing, preparing for what was to come. With the first push of the flange, strenuously spreading the already unnaturally wide circle to widths far beyond what is biologically possible, the drone's entire body tensed up. All the barely hidden muscles under the red latex flexed and stiffened. Its back went straight and so did its tail. Its rubber legs and boots were firmly placed on the floor and its bulge tightened and compressed, showing for the first time an outline of the long-denied cock and balls. It was so close, so near!

With one final push, the plug was swallowed and locked in. The drone collapsed onto the floor, convulsing in orgasmic bliss the drone could never begin to fathom. Its entire body writhed as wave upon wave of long-awaited and desired release obliterated the very last of the drone's conscious mind, figuratively cumming every last piece with each throb of its still sheathed cock.

The bliss seemed everlasting as the drone's balls emptied their seed and its mind into a catheter tube that had formed in the bulge, filling it up to the brim with the white goo, saving it for whatever future purpose. As the orgasm finally died down and the drone finally was free from the orgasmic onslaught, leaving nothing but a blank shell, experiencing eternal ecstasy. It remained on the floor, breathing in heavily with its tunnelled maw. Drool dripped out as its now tunnelled ass dripped inky black lube as well. The drone did not move, it merely laid there, breathing and dripping.

"Stand up!"

In an instant the drone was on its boots, standing straight up and completely still. Its toned body glistened with its black-gloved hands behind its back. The eyes of its rubber face glowed red and its bulge was found and full. There was no hesitation, no movement, nothing but squeaky breathing. The drone no longer had a conscious mind. Only its most basic thought processes remained; listening, performing and obeying to whatever its master desired.

As Master stood behind it, one side of the examination room opened revealing a massive warehouse. The lights turned on, shining over rows upon rows of red latex beings, only differing in size, designation on their chest and the shape of their red rubber tails. . Each one sported red latex bodies that revealed every curve and detail of musculature, heavy black boots and gloves, glowing red eyes and massive spherical bulges between their crotches twitching for their master. Each one standing at attention and completely still, obediently and mindlessly awaiting any order from their master. Each one with the same tunnel gagged face that was designed after their master.

With a wave of its master's hand, the newly minted drone marched to join the rest of them, adding another member to the legion. Its blank, emotionless face was one of many. Without intelligence, without individuality, and without identity. Only another M-Drone.