DRONE-E0018S (2) (Patreon)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

EMILY - DRONE-E0018S

Part 2

Instinctively, Emily brought her hands to her face, only to find that it was completely covered, as was her head. Her hands were too. And then she realized it... she must be covered from head to toe by the suit. Her whole body was feeling the pressure of the suit.

The heat she felt was suffocating, and she was almost completely drowning in her own sweat inside the suit. And the hotter she felt and the wetter she got, the tighter the suit squeezed around her. Little by little, like a mold, constantly shaping a semi molten mass. And it made her feel as if she were vacuum-sealed.

"How? When?" she asked herself, confused, groping in the dark. Deprived of sight and sound, feeling only the latex covering her, her hands tracing her silhouette against a smooth surface. As the taste of rubber imbued with magic reminded her, she had to keep breathing through her mouth. "Oh fuck…"

"Symbiotic connection with the user fully established," Emily heard, seemingly from inside her head. "Initiating final assimilation protocol. Preparing the user for conversion from Temporary Independent Drone to Permanent Slave Drone (Demo Version)."

Suddenly something inside her began to vibrate slowly again. She first felt it in her ass, then in her pussy. And then the vibrations spread through the taut Magic-Latex covering her buttocks, moving up her back. Then she also felt it rising up her belly. Soon the suit was caressing her whole body. Even the thing in her mouth started to pulse, forcing her to suck on it.

Suddenly, something bit her nipples from inside the suit. Her back contorted, her hands tried to pull at the slippery, tight suit.

“I have to hurry,” she told herself, clasping her hands over her hood, trying to get a grip. “Before I lose control again.”

“Detecting panic levels in the user,” she heard inside her head. “Prioritizing changes in her personality.”

Emily began frantically searching for the suit’s opening at the base of her neck. But she found nothing. She felt around and slid her fingers in search of the opening. And that’s when she noticed something strange, it was like a slight vibration coming from her lower left wrist.

Since she was close to panicking and in the dark, Emily had to rely on her sense of feeling to locate the thing on her wrist. And it was there that the suit’s control over her caused her, instinctively, to make the appropriate gesture by tapping twice, like a double-click, on her wrist.

“But what…?” she said, puzzled, but suddenly the darkness began to fade and she could see.

Emily could see everything around her, and she realized she wasn’t in the real world, but as if she were in a video game that hadn’t finished rendering. Everything around her had become hollow, its shapes outlined only by contours that gave form to the objects.

But when she looked at herself, she saw that instead of looking hollow like all the objects around her, she looked like an oily shape with a silhouette far more attractive than she should have had.

That felt wrong, but the suit had already taken control of her emotions. It was something she’d always been terrified about, fearing it could happen, but now that she saw it, she loved it.

Her body no longer felt like something solid, but like a thick substance, enclosed within a container that gave it shape. Without it, she would have spilled out onto the floor, becoming a formless puddle.

Emily felt a moment of terror upon discovering this, but the suit immediately intervened, and with every passing second, she began to enjoy it more. Touching herself, caressing herself, massaging herself, pinching herself, and spanking herself.

Suddenly she felt the vibration in her wrist again, and this time, yes, Emily tapped it of her own accord, twice, and a floating message popped up in front of her, displaying her user ID, her current status, and the time remaining that she was going to be trapped inside the suit.

A pop-up text also appeared, welcoming her to the Demo and providing instructions on how she could now access the menu, where she could configure herself within this new universe. Curious Emily tried closing and opening that menu a couple of times, and on what was to be the last attempt, something new appeared before her. A new message.

“Do you want to undo mental and physical changes?" it asked her. "Yes / No.”

Emily hesitated as she wasn’t sure what that really meant, but with a trembling hand, she tapped “No.” She immediately regretted it and quickly checked her status menu, hoping something would happen, that her status would change, but nothing did.

A strange, warm sensation spread through her body. It was impulsive and mischievous, and it had no consequences. However, she noticed that in the virtual menu floating from her wrist, there was an option labeled “Morphological Settings and Sensitivity.” Unable to resist, Emily tapped that option.

“I shouldn’t…” Emily said, looking at the possible choices. “But I have to try them.”

Influenced by the emotional changes the suit had brought about, Emily explored the menu and began configuring her Drone form, first hypersensitizing her sense of pleasure and then trying to change her appearance even further. She based it on an appearance she had always publicly rejected, but it was a fantasy she had to try.

“Being a Drone,” she began to tell herself as she explored the settings she could modify, “is going to be better than I expected.”

Meanwhile, in the real world, Emily’s body, encased in the suit, lay almost motionless on her sofa. Her physical appearance was beginning to change. Little by little. The suit tightened slightly in certain areas, reshaping her form and altering her appearance as its host changed her virtual appearance.

But Emily was unaware of this, her mind was trapped within a false recreation of her world generated by the suit.

to be continued...