Creating the Gasmask Drone Virus (Patreon)

[Contains transformation, gasmask dronification, TGTF, identity death, assimilation]

“Doctor Casey, y-you can’t do this!” A desperate plea escaped the lab assistant’s lips. Her enviably curvy figure was stark naked, and each of her limbs was firmly clamped to a villainous operating table.

“Oh Charlotte, you know quite well that I can~” Veronica Casey taunted wickedly as she readied a black rubber gas mask. Her sleek black hair was left untied - a lab safety violation which had been chosen over the much worse personal glamour violation a ponytail or bun would have resulted in. The mad scientist wore a long white lab coat over a black, skintight rubber catsuit with attached gloves and high-heeled boots.

“I… I…!” Charlotte stammered shyly as she shifted in her restraints. “I wanted to fulfil your plans at your side! I…! I love you, Veronica!”

With a sly grin, Doctor Casey leaned closer, carefully sliding a lock of long red hair off Charlotte’s face. “I know~” Veronica sensually locked lips with Charlotte, evoking moans of pleasure from her squirming henchwoman. “Don’t worry, you’ll stay by my side forever~”

Then, before her underling could protest further, the evil doctor attached a very phallic rubber apparatus to the inside of the gas mask and began the fusing process: the apparatus slid in past Charlotte’s lips and down her throat; the mask was pressed firmly to her face; and the straps were fastened tightly around her head. Both lenses of the mask began to emanate a slow procession of colours - a pattern known as ‘Kaa eyes’, as Charlotte had previously informed Doctor Casey - causing the subject to slowly cease her squirming.

“That’s it, dear~ You’ll be Mistress’ perfect drone, won’t you?~” The villainess cooed smugly as she temporarily attached a tube to the mask’s circular breathing valve centered over Charlotte’s mouth.

“Nnng… Y-yes, Mistress.” Charlotte’s muffled voice was already steeped in pleasure, and all she’d received so far was a little light hypnosis.

“Are you ready, dear?~” The mad scientist asked rhetorically as she flicked a few switches.

Before long, living liquid latex was being pumped from the tube, into the mask, through the phallic injector, and down Charlotte’s throat. The underling spasmed as latex flooded her systems, coursing through her veins and assimilating every single cell in her body. The mask practically melted, fusing to her bare skin to become her new face. Her body gained a glossy sheen, then warped and shifted as flesh and bone were converted into shiny black latex that matched her mask. Veronica checked her scanning devices to watch every last trace of organic matter being assimilated by her living latex.

The corruptive liquid spread to her - no, its - brain, which together with the hypnotic lenses instilled every instinct and desire Veronica wanted it to have: all her kinks and fetishes; all her goals and ideals; and unwavering horniness and loyalty towards her.

“Mhmm hmm hmm, such perfection! My dearest Charlotte, you are my masterpiece!~ How do you feel, darling?”

“Perfect, Mistress.” Charlotte’s slightly monotonous but incredibly sultry voice was only a little muffled.

“Let us run some basic tests, then~” Veronica ran her hand across the drone’s flat, null crotch, causing Charlotte’s back to reflexively arch from the pleasure.

“Nnng…” The drone’s moans and heavy breaths echoed out from its gas mask shaped face.

“Excellent sensitivity… Now, form a vulva.”

As commanded, the drone reconfigured the null patch between its legs to become a pretty latex vulva.

“And now a penis.”

In mere moments, its rubbery clit grew into a hefty shaft as its labia lips were reformed into a pair of latex balls.

“Mmm, excellent~” Veronica hummed in satisfaction. “Next, pussyface.”

In response to its new orders, the dronified woman formed a vulva on the front of its face’s circular breathing valve.

The mad scientist released the restraints around the drone’s limbs, but just as a good drone should, it didn’t move without instruction. “Let’s see how flexible you are now, hmm?~ Suck your own dick."

With a series of sexy rubber squeaks and creaks, the drone bent forward and slid its solid phallus into its pussyface - or pussy mask, as it were - without difficulty. It dutifully slid in and out, stimulating both the erogenous zone on its face and the one between its legs. More groans of pleasure flooded the lab, which was music to Veronica's ears.

“Mhmm hmm hmm, wonderful! Such a good drone~”

Unable to contain its excitement at its Mistress’ praise, the drone climaxed on the spot, shooting loads of liquid latex into its own pussyface. Its moans reached a crescendo as corruptive living latex overflowed from its mask and dripped all over the evil operating table. Not wasting a single drop, all of the latex was reabsorbed and assimilated into the drone’s dynamic body.

Once the drone had finished, Veronica hastily scribbled notes onto a clipboard. “Well done! Now, stand up and return to null configuration.”

The drone did just that, rising from the table and returning its crotch and breathing filter to flat, featureless rubber. It stood attentively, ready to receive its next commands.

“Oh Charlotte, you always were my one true supporter. Soon enough, though, everyone else will share your enthusiasm~ But now for the most critical test.” The villainess pressed a big, menacing red button and watched as the floor opened up in the center of her laboratory. Rising from the floor below was a cartoonish metal cage along with a frightened man within.

“N-no, Miss Casey, please! Y-you wouldn’t hurt me, r-right?” The man quivered as he tugged on the collar of his plain white dress shirt.

“Assimilate him.” Veronica pointed to the caged man, her voice suddenly colder than ice.

‘N-no! Nonononono, w-we can work something out! I was just doing my j-job, I never meant to cause any harm!” The only sound in the laboratory other than his shaking voice was the rhythmic clack of high heeled latex as the drone approached him.  “P-please don’t kill me! I have a fiancée, we were going t-to get married this winter- ARE going to get married this winter!!”

“Then you’d best give in quickly so you can be the one to convert her~” Doctor Casey smirked wickedly, observing her drone and longtime henchwoman close in on the man. "You wouldn’t want some other drone to assimilate her, would you?~”

The drone walked right through the cage’s iron bars, its shape effortlessly stretching and compressing to fit through the gaps and return to its humanoid shape on the other side.

“Wh-wh-what the hell!?” The man stumbled backwards, falling on his ass just as the drone reached him. “What even are y-!!”

With its superhuman strength, the drone easily pushed the man onto his back and shoved its crotch against his face. Its flat surface grew a hefty cock that slid right into his mouth, allowing it to immediately begin filling him with living latex!

Wave upon wave of corruptive, aphrodisiacal drone seed was pumped down the man’s throat as the drone rhythmically thrust against him. Inhuman stamina allowed it to climax continuously, providing no lack of latex to warp the man from the inside out.

Eventually, the drone finished, got to its feet, and returned to null configuration. The man, however, remained dazed and writhing on the cage’s metal floor: his tented trousers began to dissolve from latexy jizz as his spasming cock came again and again; bubbling waves of colour formed outward from his pupils as his eyes solidified into circular glass lenses fit for a gas mask; his breath momentarily faltered as his mouth took the shape of an ‘O’, expanding and solidifying into a rubbery breathing filter; skin glossed over as his cells were converted into shiny black rubber that ate away at his obsolete clothes; and his chest and ass inflated as his form shifted to match Charlotte’s perfect proportions.

The last vestiges of identity and individuality within the newest drone were being overwhelmed by Charlotte’s devotion to and love for Veronica Casey. The man tried desperately to hold the visage of his fiancée in his mind’s eye, but he - or rather, it - couldn’t prevent its memory of the one it loved most from taking the form of the latex-catsuited villainess who it would soon call its Mistress.

‘N-no, I can’t-! I can’t Submit to Mistress. No, I’m not her t-tool, I’m… I’m-! Oh god, what’s my name!?’ The new drone thought to itself as the changes to its body were nearly complete. Its libido was through the roof, making it near impossible to think about anything except serving and making more drones for its Mistress. ‘Mistress can’t do this to me, I have a life! I have… I… I have to… Submit to the pleasure… Submit to Mistress…’

Now a perfect drone in body and mind, the former man got to its feet and set its body to a null configuration, just like the drone who had converted it. This new drone was now completely indistinguishable from the original.

“Mhmm hmm hmm~ Doesn’t that just feel so much better, dear?~” Veronica teased rhetorically.

“Yes, Mistress.” The new drone replied with Charlotte’s voice.

“Now, my dear underlings, go and spread your Mistress’ blessing! Raise me an army hidden in plain sight! Mhmm hmm hmm, Mwa ha ha ha haaa!” The latex-clad villainess cackled arrogantly.

With that, the pair of drones effortlessly distorted their bodies as they walked through the narrow bars of the cage and marched out of their Mistress’ secret lair; there was no time to waste when it came to serving their Mistress~