Archive of Our Own

Ever since her friend Janelle had sent her the link, Haley had been low-key obsessed.

It was a weekend, and so Haley was wearing her lazy day clothes: a shirt so oversized she had to pull it up to get to what lay underneath, the most comfortable pair of panties she owned. Her thick brunette locks bunched under her head, almost working as an extra pillow.

She was splayed out on her apartment’s couch, hand under the waistband of her underwear, teasing her clit while her other hand held her phone. She was biting her lip, taking in every picture and story she could find for her new fetish.

Drones. People who had lost their free will, bodies bound in latex, programmed to serve an owner. Everything about it hit her in the best way possible. She’s always been a switch, but subbing was her favorite. The idea of giving herself over to someone completely, letting them erode any sense of free will, to the point she wasn’t even a person, just an object...

She was so close to cumming, frantically scrolling through an erotic tale of a woman turned drone being sent by its owner to become a public use sex doll, when the front door opened and Haley quickly pulled her hand away from her loins and tossed her phone to the other end of the couch.

“Honey?” The sugar-sweet voice of her girlfriend, Dina, was quickly followed by the sight of her looking down at Haley.

Dina was, to sum her up in a single word, cute. It was easy to lose her in a crowd, what with her meager height and common features. Little in the way of curves, a freckled face, the only truly outstanding physical trait she had was something most people didn’t get to see.

Covering her face in embarrassment, Haley knew it was useless to try and hide what she’d been up to. She was still sweaty from masturbating, face red, breathing heavily. Regardless, she attempted to lie. “I was, uh... reading something really scary, that’s why I tossed my phone.”

Without an ounce of suspicion, Dina smiled at her. “I’ll grab it for you then.” She leaned down, kissed Haley’s flushed cheek, had to adjust her glasses to keep them from falling off her face, then went to do as she’d said.

Haley let out a sigh of relief. One of the many things she loved about her girlfriend was how trusting she was. Not that Haley ever abused that trust, it was simply a notable trait after how many of her past partners have been manipulative jerks.

Any sense of success was premature, however. Instead of immediately handing over the phone, Dina’s eyes caught some of what was on the screen. “Drones?” To Haley’s horror, Dina started reading more, her freckled cheeks blushing crimson the more she looked at it. “Honey, is that... something you’re interested in?”

Feeling as though she’d been caught with a shameful secret, Haley sat up in a crosslegged position, looking down at her lap. “Kind of? I wasn’t, but Janelle had told me about it, and sent me a link. Ever since, I just can’t get it out of my head.” She felt bad talking about it. Dina was a fairly vanilla lover, easily overwhelmed with more spicy kinks.

The shorter girl sat next to Haley, then fell, her head resting in Haley’s lap. It was a known fact that Haley’s soft thighs made for excellent pillows. Without even having to really think about it, Haley reached out to start playing with Dina’s straight black hair, something that soothed the girl when she was feeling anxious.

She’d forgotten the hand she’d picked was the one she had been using to touch herself, still smelling strongly of her pussy. Before it could get to her hair, Dina pulled the hand up to her face and took a big sniff, before nuzzling her face against it. “I love the smell of you...”

“I love your smell too,” Haley replied. She meant it, too. Dina loved to use flowery shampoos and scented lotions to add to her general girly appeal, and Haley was a fan. Plus... in the more lewd sense, the strong smell of Dina’s cum made Haley’s brain fuzzy, in a good way.

They snuggled together for a while in comfortable silence, before Dina kissed Haley’s soft tummy through her shirt, and asked, “So... do you fantasize about owning a drone? Or becoming one?”

Blushing, Haley told her girlfriend the truth. “Becoming one... it’s hard to explain, but it’s so hot.”

“I don’t know if I completely get it, but we could try doing some roleplay?” Dina suggested, smiling up at her. “I wouldn’t turn down the chance to play with you like that.” It was clear from the way her voice wobbled a little that this wasn’t familiar territory for her, but she still wanted to explore it.

“That’s a fun idea. We can-” Haley’s phone vibrated, someone was calling her. She checked the screen, and said in a hushed whisper, “It’s Janelle.”

Planting a few more kisses on her girlfriend’s thighs, Dina told her, “Go ahead and answer, I don’t mind.”

With a nod, Haley answered the call. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Not much, but I feel like the same isn’t true for you. Your eyes lit up when I mentioned drones the other day, so I’m curious. Tell me the truth, have you been looking into it?” Janelle had a beautifully smooth voice, the kind that friends often said would be great for voice acting. She felt bad, but hearing Janelle discuss such a lewd topic so brazenly did make Haley a teensy bit more excited.

Her voice also carried, and looking down at Dina, it was obvious she was hearing every word. Both her and Haley had cheeks as red as roses. Haley knew she could try and lie, but Janelle had asked her for the truth, and something in the deepest part of her didn’t want to disobey. “Um, yes, I have. It’s really amazing.”

“Aren’t you going to thank me, then?” Janelle teased.

“T-thank you, Janelle. I really appreciate that you shared this with me.”

Her friend’s laughter rang through the phone’s speakers. “So quick to respond, that’s so cute of you. Well, you and that wimpy little girlfriend of yours are going to owe me even more, because I’ve got something you’ll love.”

Haley frowned, not appreciating her friend downtalking Dina like that. Sure, she was petite, but that was something Haley loved about her. “What is it?” she asked, trying to keep her annoyance out of her voice.

“Oh, nothing much. Just a fresh drone installation kit.”

That was how, a few hours later, Dina and Haley found themselves hosting a guest.

Haley had taken the liberty of getting dressed first, changing into a blouse and skirt combo that looked cute, though with a deep enough neckline and a short enough skirt to also show off her sex appeal. That was something Haley had a good amount of, with a well developed chest and gorgeous legs.

That said, hanging out with Janelle made her reconsider that, just a little. A bit heavier than Haley, and quite a bit more than Dina, Janelle had a gorgeous set of breasts, something that was hard to forget with the tight tops she wore. Her ass was spectacular too, and her long curly hair always looked voluminous. She was an absolute bombshell of a nerd, and it was hard sometimes for Haley to stop her eyes from wandering.

In contrast, Dina looked... fine. She was still wearing her work clothes, a polo shirt and jeans, neither of which fit closely enough for anyone to see much of what little feminine curves she did have. Still, Haley thought she was cute.

Janelle held up a syringe full of silver liquid in one hand and a flash drive in the other.

She was also smiling at Haley in a way that made her want to avert her eyes. This was a lot of attention on her, after all. “Where’d you find this?” she asked timidly.

“It’s a very long story involving a number of things that are probably illegal, so all you need to know is I helped this guy out with a few coding projects, and he sent me this to thank me.” Janelle raised an eyebrow. “You’re not saying no.”

Dina spoke up. “How do we know it’s safe? Have you looked over the code?”

“Of course I did,” Janella shot back, rolling her eyes at the question. “I’m not about to program my friend with some dubious code. Hell, I customized it so much, it’s basically my work from top to bottom at this point. It’s completely safe. All you have to do is inject the nanites into your thigh, run the exe file in the drive on something that has bluetooth, have Dina enter in her name as your owner, and bam! Eight hours later you’ll be your drone dream.”

It was a tantalizing idea. Just talking about it riled Haley up. Still, she had concerns. “What will I look like? Is it reversible?” As arousing as the entire concept was, she didn’t want to throw her life away. At least, not yet. She was only 27.

Leaning back in the living room’s armchair, Janelle considered the question. “Unless Dina specifically puts into the program what she wants you to look like, you’ll be your ideal drone form. Whatever that means to you."

She wrapped a knuckle against the syringe’s contents. “But your body will still be malleable, thanks to these cuties. Your owner will have complete control of your mind and body, so yeah, you could ‘reverse it’ if Dina wanted you too, though the potential for new changes would always be there, waiting.”

It sounded incredible. “Thank you, Janelle, this...”

“Hey, don’t sweat it. I love doing favors for the cutest girl I know.” Janelle winked at her, then looked at Dina, who seemed a bit uncomfortable with all the flirting. “I’m happy handling any maintenance needs she’ll have, but I’ll need access to the house for that. Okay to just pop in with the spare key you gave me last time you were on vacation?”

After a moment of consideration, Dina nodded. “Y-yeah, that should be fine. We trust you.”

“Cool beans. I’ll just set these here...” Janelle set the stuff she’d brought with her on the coffee table, then rose up and stretched. “I’ll get out of your hair while you do it. Can’t stand needles, myself, prefer titty skittles. But I know Dina’s got lots of experience in that department, so you’re in good hands. Catch you later.” Then, with a wave goodbye, Janelle left.

“You... told her how I take my estrogen?” Dina asked, tilting her head at her girlfriend. It wasn’t necessarily a private detail, but it still felt odd to know Haley had shared that.

Haley tried to understand, despite being cis herself. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I think we were just talking about silly things that had happened, she mentioned something about accidentally throwing her own estradiol in the trash once, and so I told her about that time you accidentally poked yourself in the wrong spot.” She kissed Dina’s cheek, reaching an arm around her to hold her close.

The closeness helped Dina relax a little, but she still clung to Haley. “I know I shouldn’t worry, but... you and Janelle are so close, and she’s so... and I’m so...” She nuzzled her face into the crook of Haley’s neck, not crying, but still a little emotionally overwhelmed.

“Hey, it’s okay. Janelle is wonderful, and she is gorgeous, but she’s just a friend, I promise. You’re the girl of my dreams.” She kissed all over Dina’s face, from her button nose to her cheeks to her forehead.

The words didn’t completely soothe Dina’s fears, but it did help. Eventually, Dina pulled away, looking up at her girlfriend. “So... you want to do it?”

Haley gave a shaky nod. Her panties were still completely soaked from her earlier masturbation combined with what they’d been discussing.  “Y-yes, I am. Will you...?”

Without having to say another word, Dina just gave Haley a small kiss, then got up, grabbed the syringe and her own supplies for handling injections, then knelt down to examine Haley’s thigh. She checked the syringe for air bubbles, and finding none, delivered the nanites into her.

Aside from light tingling and a small sting of pain, Haley didn’t feel anything, so they went into the apartment’s office. Dina inserted the USB into the desktop computer, and ran the only file she found there, ‘programming.exe’.

Dina clicked through giving the program several different permissions, not being tech savvy enough to really understand them at all, before watching a console command window pop up, filling with commands that ran faster than she could read them. Then a proper window came up, first asking for what type of drone form she wanted (‘Whatever Haley wants’) and who the drone’s owner would be (‘Dina’).

“It says you should lie down before I hit the Enter,” she told Haley. “Apparently, it’s going to knock you out for a while while the changes go through.” With one last kiss as a human, Haley listened to her girlfriend, heading into their bedroom and laying down, then giving Dina the okay. She hit enter, and the changes began.

Once the ‘Preparations complete, you’re welcome Dina ;)’ box appeared on the computer, Dina rushed over to see what was happening. Sadly, there was nothing to see, not yet. The changes would take time, and she only saw them bit by bit, as she checked in on Haley throughout the day.

Slowly but surely, her skin started to become covered in a black, shiny latex. Her clothes disappeared in the process, though whether she’d taken them off in her sleep or they’d been disassembled to fuel the changes, Dina had no clue.

Her breasts, already a healthy 36C, jumped up at least a few cup sizes, becoming perkier and rounder as they grew. While it wasn’t immediately visible, the same was true of her other curves as well, her ass expanding out, her thighs plumping up.

Haley’s face and hair disappeared under latex and a gas mask, the visor of which now displayed flat lines, which Dina had to guess were a sign of her being asleep. Would they display different things, depending on her mood?

Eventually, Dina couldn’t stay up to watch any more, which was fine anyway. The physical changes were done, the work left to be finished were all mental in nature as her programming was established. Dina cuddled up to Haley, marveling at the feeling of her new exterior. She couldn’t lie to herself, it was extremely hot, her long and thick cock getting stiff as it rubbed against Haley. She could only imagine what sex would be like.

And imagine Dina did, as she settled into an easy, horny slumber.

It was incredible how much could be done in the background while a human slept.

The entire backbone of the coding that would define this drone’s new life was set up within hours and began conditioning Haley’s mind, without her ever being aware of it. She experienced one of the most restful, rejuvenating nights of sleep she ever had, and as she did her sense of self was completely and utterly undermined by new software.

As she began to become more aware, she heard something, humming away in the back of her mine, like the steady sound of a desktop computer’s fans. Drone is drone, drone is drone, drone is drone...

Actually stopping to listen to it got Haley to start thinking the words at herself, over and over, before she was startled out of it by a robotic voice whispering to her. “Drone DN828 installation is at 95%.”

It took her a moment to really understand what that meant, before her sleepy brain realized what was going on. “O-oh right, I’m being made into a drone.” Acknowledging that truth gave her a sudden warm rush of pleasure.

“Drone is not being made into a drone. Drone is already a drone. DN828, what is your purpose?”

The answer came to Haley without having to think about it. “To serve my owner.” Another beautiful and intoxicating rush of pleasure was her reward for the answer. “Th-this is so amazing, I already thought I wanted this, b-but it’s more than-”

The voice interrupted her. “Drones should not experience wants, unless directed to by their owner. Drones exist to serve. First their owner, then all other humans, then other drones, and only then does the drone consider itself.” The chain of importance slotted perfectly into mental view for Haley.

“Y-yes, that’s right. I don’t want anything, not unless Dina tells me to. I serve her, in every way I can. A-and any other human who wants me, I suppose.” The idea of it was so hot, but the arousal she got from it felt tempered somehow. Drones did not seek self-satisfaction.

“Who are you? What are you?”

For a moment, Haley almost answered... but no, that wasn’t right. Listening to that hum in the background, concentrating on it, embodying it, the drone responded to the query in a flat, emotionless voice. “This unit is Drone DN828. It is a drone.” There was still some Haley in there, deep under the programming, experiencing this, enjoying this, but she had no ability to actually affect anything, not anymore.

Drone DN828 was active, aware, and ready to begin its first day of service.

The visual display on its visor changed to show it was now awake and alert, the flat lines becoming simple pixelated versions of open eyes. It did not look down at its changed body, because it was not surprised by the change. The programming that had shaped it in the night had included details on all base features that came with the installation.

What the drone did focus on was the person in the bed with it: Dina, its owner.

Said owner was asleep, so DN828 laid perfectly still, waiting for the human to give it orders. At some point in the night, Dina had completely cuddled up to the drone, snuggling her face into the black latex-covered tits on its chest.

This gave the drone pleasure, something to quietly enjoy as it-

“Hmm?” With a confused sound, Dina pulled back, looking around with bleary eyes. “W-what is...” Then she focused on the drone’s body, the black shiny material covering it. “H-h-haley! Are you...?” Squinting up at DN828’s gas mask display, Dina tilted her head. “Is that really you, Haley?”

“This drone is DN828, converted from Haley Townsend. You are Dina Nagata, this unit’s owner.”

Something about what it had said seemed to confuse Dina, who turned away to find her glasses. The drone privately began to worry. Was it not a good drone? Had it upset its owner?

Now able to better see, Dina looked over the drone’s body, lingering on the soft chest and thick thighs. “This is... a lot to wake up to. I didn’t expect you to be this different, and, um...” Tears started to well up in her eyes.

Registering now what the issue was, DN828 reached out a hand to rest on Dina’s shoulder. “Would you like this unit to emulate its hostform’s personality? Doing so may alleviate the stress and fear you are currently feeling.”

“You can... ‘emulate’ Haley? Um, yes, please, I would like that a lot.” Already, the drone could hear the relief in her voice.

“Emulating ‘Haley’ personality.” The change was immediate, as the drone’s stiff body language softened, the body shivering as she... she! She was a she again! She was... Haley looked down at herself, at her latex-covered form, and felt her arousal spike. “Dina, it’s me! I’m... oh gosh it worked it worked!” Then she hugged Dina close, though the underlying drone protocols prevented her from squeezing Dina enough that it would cause her any pain.

She could feel her small girlfriend relax in her arms, before hugging her back. “Oh thank goodness. It’s still you, you’re still in there.”

The statement felt both true, and untrue. Yes, at that moment, she was Haley, with all of Haley’s fears and loves and desires. But under that was the programming, still firmly embedded in her psyche, it was simply currently working to reconstruct what it had altered. Then again, under even that programming, she was still there. Though at this point, the difference between the real Haley, the DN828 drone personality, and the emulated Haley was all feeling very wibbly-wobbly.

Rather than explaining any of that, Haley just kissed the top of her girlfriend’s head. Or at least... she tried to. The filter bit on the gas mask kind of got in the way. “Oh, whoops. Still getting used to this.”

Dina giggled at that, nestling in close to cuddle her tighter. “You goober. Not even becoming a drone could fix your gooberiness.”

With her so close, Haley felt something rub against her... something very warm and stiff. “Want to... see what I can do like this?” she teased, reaching a hand down to brush against Dina’s boner.

While her pint-sized trans girlfriend was below the average in height and curves, there was one part of her body that stood out: her cock. Even years on estrogen hadn’t shrunk it much, still reaching a solid nine inches when hard, and perfectly thick. It filled Haley up better than any other cock or dildo she’d ever had.

“A-ah~!” Dina cried, suddenly jerking her hips to stimulate the attention further. “Yes, please, um...”

“Sweetie, you have to tell me to do something. I’m your drone now. Anything you ask me to do, I will. No limits.” She got a thrill just saying the words, though they grated against her drone programming just a little. A drone wasn’t supposed to tell its owner what to do.

Considering what she had said, Dina bit her lip, then said, “S-stroke me, please. I want to feel your hand on me.”

Haley felt her hand move without her telling it to, as it gripped Dina at the base firmly before moving up and down, up and down. Not only did performing the task as requested give her a boost of pleasure from her programming, but the Haley personality found it even hotter that she had no choice in the matter.

She couldn’t help but giggle a little, though. “I’m your property now, sweetie. You don’t need to say ‘please’.” Still, that was part of what she loved about Dina. Sure, it would be nice if Dina would take this all a little more seriously, push her new advantage on Haley a little, but that just wasn’t who she was.

It didn’t take long before she received another request. “Do you think... we could try a-anal? I know you’re not really into it, but-”

“Sweetie... I said ‘no limits’. You own me. If you want to fuck my ass, you can. If you want me to love it, I will. You don’t even have to get lube, my holes can secrete as much lubrication as they need.” There was just an ounce of frustration in her voice. What wasn’t Dina getting about this?

“Gosh, that would be...” Dina cleared her throat, then said, “Haley, I have a command: you like anal sex now. Um, actually, no, you love it. It’s even more pleasurable than vaginal sex, and... you’re gonna present your butt to me right now, okay?”

It was still said as a question, but it was an improvement nonetheless. Haley’s body moved automatically, lying face down on the bed with her ass raised in the air.

But more importantly than that, Haley could feel the change in her own thoughts. Just discussing anal had been making her a little grossed out before. It had never interested her, because... well, that’s where people did bathroom stuff, there was nothing hot about it!

All those worries were gone. No disgust, no fear, just a sudden eager excitement for her first time getting buttfucked, with an iron-clad knowledge that she was going to adore it. All because Dina had told her she would.

She felt Dina’s cock rub up against her, the latex as sensitive as her skin was, if not more. But for a few seconds, she just waited there. Was that teasing, or indecision? Haley wasn’t sure, and wanted to beg for her cock... but this was weird.

Before she could think on that more, Dina did thrust in, and Haley’s ability to think rationally started to plummet. Her slick, rubbery asshole felt so good, and her owner’s thick cock was the perfect first introduction to being fucked like this. It plumbed her depths so well, thrusting in and out, in and out.

Still, that thought that had started to brew did get to her lips, after a few seconds of glorious fucking. “D-Dina, you, you could... turn off... personality... could be fucking... mindless drone...”

The pace of the thrusting slowed down, and Dina paused. “...I guess, but... Haley, I love you . I’m not sure if sex with your drone mind would be as good...” Then she got back to thrusting, and that turmoil started to fill Haley again.

The sentiment was sweet, and it was touching, but like... she had become a drone because she wanted to be an object! A sex toy! Dina wasn’t using her like that, and...

“G-gosh, it’s so tight, it feels so good, gonna...” After maybe two minutes of pounding her ass, Dina twitched inside Haley, and filled her with a few loads of her girlcum. “You should cum too...”

Registering that as an order, Haley did exactly that, her mind and body suddenly racked with an intense orgasm that stopped her mental complaining for a few seconds. Soon, she and Dina were cuddling in bed again. Haley actively pushed away her frustrations, and just enjoyed holding Dina close. “...love you too.”

“Knock knock!” came Janelle’s voice as she opened the door, without actually knocking.

DN828 entered the living room. “Greetings. My owner is currently at her place of work. May this unit assist you with anything while she is away?” The drone’s personality emulation was turned off, to its relief, after the morning coitus had finished. Which led to it cleaning the apartment, as per standard hygiene directives.

But once that was done, it had nothing to do but wait for its owner to return.

Janelle let out a whistle, looking over DN828’s body in an obvious leer. “Hooooly shit, you turned out perfect. Well, not perfect, I have a few upgrades I’d probably install if I was your owner, buuuuut since you’re owned by that milksop weanie, I guess you’ll never find out~” Then she slapped Haley’s ass, now almost as big as Janelle’s own.

The words teased some deep, hidden part of the drone, but it did not react visually. “This unit is pleased that you are happy with its appearance. Was there anything this unit could do to assist you?”

“Oh, a few things, actually, but let’s start with a diagnostic and a few updates to your firmware.” She went into the office, powering up the computer. She logged in easily, Haley had told her the passcode to it ages ago when she’d helped with a virus it had sustained. Using the bluetooth connection to the nanites inside of DN828, Janelle spent the next hour doing as she’d said, making sure its systems were running smoothly and adding some needed patches.

That done, she turned to look at DN828, a devious smile on her lips. “Soooo... as a drone, you have to obey my commands, even though I’m not your owner, correct?” There was a humor dripping from her voice that the drone could not understand.

“Within reasonable extents. You may handle, fondle, and fornicate with this unit, as well as order it around in minor tasks, but you cannot order it to take actions contrary to the wishes of its owner or install upgrades without its owner’s direct approval.” Internally, the drone was slightly confused. Janelle was the human responsible for its code, surely she knew this already.

She got up from the computer chair, stalking over and slapping DN828 once more on its latex behind. The impact made a satisfying sharp sound, while also stimulating both pleasure and pain receptors in ways the drone’s host particularly enjoyed. “See, that’s not exactly right, is it? If your owner was refusing to eat, to the point of starving to death, you’d forcibly feed her if you had to, right? In cases of want vs need, you have to side with need.”

DN828 ran the situation described through its code, and was startled to find the result was exactly as the human suggested. “This is correct.” An exception to a rule it thought had none. Interesting.

“Of course, the same is true for things not as dire as death. If your owner needs something, but doesn’t want it, and doesn’t realize how good it’ll be for her... well, you have to make sure your owner gets it, isn’t that right?” She sounded so confident, but more than that, so victorious, like she was smugly telling the story of how she had won a prized medal.

Another check through its code, and the drone received another agreement with what she said. “This is correct.”

“Drone, please recount for me the events of this morning, while your owner was still here.” Unable to deny that request, DN828 did as she asked, recounting it all in a toneless voice. Still, something about this felt wrong... shouldn’t private events involving its owner be protected? Janelle looked at the drone with something like pity. “Awww, poor thing. You’re stuck with such a boring owner. She doesn’t know how to use you properly, does she?”

It was against the programming tied into its basic functions to speak ill of its owner, to speak negatively of her in every way. So after considering what it could say, the drone replied, “My owner is highly appreciative of the Haley hostform’s original personality, as well as granting this drone the semblance of choice and autonomy. She is a kind and loving owner.” Every word was true.

It didn’t stop what Janelle was saying from being necessarily wrong, though. Deep down, under the code, what was left of Haley was still a little peeved. The whole point of becoming a drone was to lose her autonomy, damn it! It was frustrating that Dina didn’t understand that.

“I can hear it in your voice, drone. You make it sound pretty, but let’s be real here: Dina doesn’t treat you like what you are. An object. Property. A thing.” Her words made arousal in the drone spike from confirming its nature, only made worse as she grabbed onto one of the drone’s tits, groping it in a way that would have hurt a human, but was only arousing for DN828. “Do you know what the problem is?”

“...no. This drone requests understanding of the nature of this problem, and if possible, a way to solve it.” After all, if its owner continued to treat it like a human, then it wouldn’t be able to be the best drone it could be.

For Dina. That was the goal. Be the best drone she could, for Dina.

Reaching down to grope at D828’s crotch, Janelle elected to whisper the answer. “Oh, you poor, poor thing... your problem is that Dina just isn’t suited to being a drone owner. She’s suited for being a drone. It’s what she needs .”

Something about this was ringing alarm bells... or at least, it should have been. But her words were easily accepted by the most computational aspects of the drone’s mind. “Your information fits into this unit’s observations. What is the recommended solution for this problem?” The hostform personality, deep down, knew the answer. And she was both horrified by it, and turned on like mad.

“Easy. Just convince her to become a drone. Find a way to push her around. Show her how submissive she really is, then make her fucking beg to become like you.” Janelle sneered at her, hand moving to a thigh to squeeze its softness. “No matter what she says, you will find a way. You have to obey direct orders from Dina, but find ways around them. Make sure she gets what she needs.”

The more emotional parts of the drone that were left intact from the installation seemed to want to argue this point, but... there was nothing to argue. As far as the drone’s logic circuits could make out, the argument was flawless. “Understood. This unit will comply.” Then, after a small pause, it added, “Is there anything else this unit may do for you?”

“You bet your sweet ass there is. Drone, run your Haley personality emulation.”

The drone’s... Haley’s posture shifted, stepping away from Janelle as she found herself going over the conversation, over the groping, with a new perspective. “What the fuck , Janelle? You shouldn’t even be able to do that! That’s for owners only! And, and, you want me to turn Dina into a drone?! And you’re...”

“You can keep talking, but stop backing away,” Janelle told her with a devious grin, and suddenly Haley couldn’t move her feet. “Now then, turn around, bend over, and spread your legs. I’m gonna fuck you standing.”

Haley’s body did exactly what it was told to do, even as Haley herself vocally complained. “Wait, no! Janelle, what are you doing, you can’t...” She found herself at a loss for words, and her position wasn’t helped by the fact that her words were laced with obvious lust.

Janelle was gorgeous, and Haley had always found her attractive. The power she was holding over her only added to the sexiness of it. “I can’t what ? You’re a drone, or did you forget? I’m a person, and you’re a thing. So I’m going to do what I’ve always wanted to do, and fuck that sweet pussy of yours.” Haley heard the sound of Janelle’s pants unzipping, followed by the firm, hot tip of her cock rubbing against Haley’s latex pussy.

She’d seen what Janelle was working with a few times before, in passing. She was fairly small, barely three inches long, but that didn’t seem to matter in the current situation, as she teased the outside of Haley’s pussy.

“I m-mean, you’re right, but...” Haley didn’t know how to rebut that. She was right. Haley had asked for her ability to refuse to be stripped from her. “You shouldn’t be able to do this! I did my research, and drone programming should never allow for... for... whatever it is you’re planning to do with Dina!”

With a sudden thrust, Janelle was inside Haley, gripping her hips tightly as she started fucking her. The programmer laughed. “Oh please, did you forget I ‘personalized’ the code a little? I knew Dina would be too weak-willed to be your owner, but more than that, I just wanted to take you for myself. You’ve always been out of that shrimp’s league, but you’re too fucking sentimental to give her up. So I tempted you into this, and now? Now I can have you both. I’m sure the half-pint will make a good fucktoy.”

The words were so cruel... Haley had known for a long while that Janelle wasn’t exactly Dina’s biggest fan, but this was beyond the pale. It was also... so fucking hot... and it was getting harder to stop focusing on that aspect of Janelle’s scheme. “It won’t work, and even if it does, I’ll never...”

“Increase your pussy’s sensitivity by ten.” The command came in a sharp snap, and was fulfilled immediately. Haley stopped talking, she could only moan as her mind was assailed by pleasure she’d never known before. This was stronger than cumming! “If you really want my plan to fail, want to stick with your shitty girlfriend, I’ll stop. Tell me the truth, right fucking now: who is a better fuck, me or Dina?” Another command, one impossible to resist.

She tried to hold it back, but it was no use. “You! Fuck, you, it’s you!” She orgasmed as she said the words, but barely noticed compared to the glorious mind-breaking pleasure Janelle was forcing on her with every thrust of her small cock.

“Does thinking about my plan turn you on? Do you enjoy the idea of cucking Dina, forcing her into her proper place? The truth, again.”

This time, the extra command wasn’t even necessary, Haley had been ready to say it anyway. “Yes! It’s so fucking kinky and wrong but I love it! I want you to fuck me in front of her, I want you to watch as I corrupt her into your drone, I’m so excited at the idea of being with her forever as drones under your care! It’s awful and romantic and everything I could ever want!”

They continued like that, taunting and teasing assailing Haley as she came again and again, until finally Janelle finished inside her drone pussy. She wasted no time, and immediately pulled out her dick, set something on the desk, and got dressed again. “Send me a message when she’s taken the dose and begun the install, I’ll be close by to start running it.”

“Yes mistress,” Haley moaned, so fucking drunk on pleasure and the horrific beauty of what was to come that she didn’t even need programming to make her want to obey anything Janelle asked for.

“Good. Now, stop personality emulation.” Janelle watched as DN828 got up, standing at perfect attention. “So obedient. Such a good drone. Now, don’t clean yourself. Let Dina smell what I did to you.” Then Janelle kissed the side of her gas mask, and left the apartment.

It was against drone programming to remain dirty, but... Janelle was to be its new owner. It would obey.

The house was spotless when Dina returned home from work.

It was obvious at a glance that her drone had spent the day cleaning, and now that it looked perfect, was idling nearby. The drone’s appearance still shocked Dina every time she saw it. Not just because of the gas mask, which completely obscured any facial expression, but more the...

Well, the drone didn’t stand like a person. It was perfectly still in a way no human being really could be. Hell, Dina could barely hear it breathing.

She approached, and when she did, she noticed that parts of the latex exterior of the drone were stained, and smelled of... something? Whatever it was, it was strong, but Dina wasn’t entirely sure what the musk was, exactly.

(That’s not true. Even then, she could have guessed. But the thought was something she pushed into the back of her mind.)

Standing before her drone, Dina gave it a dorky little smile. “The apartment looks amazing, sweetie. You really outdid yourself. That said, you seem a little dirty. Is that from cleaning up?”

It took DN828 a few seconds to respond, its voice emotionless. “This unit is below minimum hygiene thresholds. A large portion of the time its owner was away, DN828 was tidying the apartment.” Not a lie. Simply a set of statements that implied an untruth. Perfectly within the new parameters that Janelle had given the drone.

“Well, I guess it’s okay for you to be a little messy, especially after you worked so hard.” Dina reached out and held the drone’s hand. “Let’s enjoy some time together before dinner, okay?”

“If that is what this unit’s owner wishes, then it is what will occur.”

Frowning a little, Dina gave an actual command. “Drone, resume emulating Haley personality... uh, please?”

The drone’s posture relaxed into something more human as Haley returned, immediately squeezing Dina’s hand. It was a good thing the gas mask was so good at hiding her blushing, because now that she was thinking like herself again, all she could focus on was Janelle’s cum, still rubbing around inside her.

It was dirty, it set alarm bells off in her drone programming, but it was also so goooood~

Part of her still wanted to resist, to tell Dina what happened, to find some way out of this. But the idea was so hot, and... and, she told herself, even if she tried, the drone programming would stop her. Janelle had built that mental framework to support her task, and going against it would be impossible now.

That’s why she didn’t try to escape this fate. No other reason.

“Want to cuddle on the couch?” she suggested, which Dina happily agreed to. As expected, Dina kept her personality running most of the day, and in course with Janelle’s instructions, she began slowly playing on Dina’s insecurities.

Unless directly ordered to do something, Haley took charge, more than she did before first becoming a drone. She even told Dina what to do, and enjoyed how quickly the girl obeyed. Janelle had been onto something. Dina was obviously born to be a drone, not to own one.

The work was slow, however. She couldn’t push too hard, that’d give the game away. So the drone slowly molded Dina, day by day, making her more and more yielding and supplicating, in domestic situations and in sex.

Every afternoon that Dina worked, Janelle came over for more ‘maintenance’. Sometimes she activated Haley’s personality protocol, but mostly she simply enjoyed fucking DN828. And each time, she instructed her not to clean any of the results of their play, leaving it for Dina to notice later.

It was obvious to the drone that Dina could tell. In fact, it seemed to turn her on. And strangely enough, with time and pressure, she stopped asking for Haley as often. She seemed to enjoy being played with by the inhuman DN828 just as much, if not more. Or perhaps, the drone considered, its owner was growing to enjoy drones. Maybe she was already imagining herself as one.

A week and a half after the drone installation, Dina finally worked up the courage to ask the question she’d been avoiding.

It was after a particularly rough day at work, one that led to her being cuddled on the bed by her drone, hugging into it with her shorter, skinnier, and all around smaller body. “Um, eight-two-eight?”

DN828 got a small jolt of pleasure from how often Dina had been calling it by that particular nickname. By leaving out the initials, she was leaving out the details that showed it was Dina who owned the drone. “Yes?”

“W-whenever I come home, you smell, um...” She paused, hugging her drone closer for comfort. “Well, you said it was because you were cleaning, but-”

“Correction: DN828 has never made such a statement. Owner Dina came to this conclusion on her own, and did not ask this unit for clarifying details.”

Dina paused. It felt odd for a drone to reply like that. It was within their abilities, as far as she knew, but it was almost... contradicting Dina’s authority. Still, she didn’t object, just holding onto it, enjoying how it held her. “You’re right, sorry. So, um, what has been making you so dirty?” Her heart raced as the question left her mouth. The drone would have to answer it.

The drone didn’t hesitate to reply, and there was no mercy in its voice as it explained the debauched truth. “User Janelle has been using this unit for sexual gratification while Owner Dina is at work. It was her instruction not to clean itself afterwards. This unit believes her intention was for Dina to know what she was doing.”

As it spoke of the infidelity, Dina’s thick cock got hard, rubbing against the latex as she started moving her hips. “You, you f-fucked her? Or, um, I guess she fucked you? That’s...”

“This unit can detect arousal coming from Owner Dina. Would you like to hear further details?”

She looked into the gas mask face of her drone, the pixelated circles on the visor showing she had its attention, and nodded, rubbing her cock against it purposefully now, which made a squeaking sound which each thrust. “Um, y-yes, please, go ahead.”

The drone held Dina with care as she grinded against it. “User Janelle takes enjoyment in playing with DN828’s settings to induce it into extreme levels of erotic pleasure.”

“O-oh? I didn’t know you could do that.” Dina’s voice was hushed, like she would be caught by someone else for pleasuring herself to stories of her drone fucking someone else.

“User Janelle is extremely knowledgeable regarding drones. Perhaps Owner Dina would like to speak to her regarding this subject?” As the drone proposed the idea, Dina’s humping slowed down.

She let out a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a sob. “She wouldn’t... I mean, she doesn’t like me, you know that eight-two-eight. I-it’s probably why she’s fucking you. She just wants to hurt me.”

DN828 knew that wasn’t true, and it said so. Though, the way it phrased things was just a little manipulative. “Your statement is incorrect, Owner Dina. User Janelle appreciated this unit’s form and had expressed a long-standing desire to sexually please it. She also believes you would make an excellent drone, which this unit perceived as a compliment.”

Dina shivered in its arms. “Y-yeah? Me?” Her thrusting picked up. “Gosh, that’d be, um... DN828, please, help me cum, do whatever you n-need to...” That’d been a common order, lately.

As always, the drone responded with forcefulness. It reached down and gripped Dina’s large, thick cock in its latex hand, stroking her. The task was made so much easier by the copious precum that had leaked out of the tip by this point. The drone’s hand was firm, almost like it was trying to squeeze the cum out of Dina, and judging by how loud she was moaning, it was turning her on.

“This unit agrees with User Janelle. It has become evident that Owner Dina enjoys being submissive, being used. That is what drones are for. Owner Dina would make an excellent drone.” It believed every word, and by this point even the remnant of Haley under the programming felt the same way. Besides, if she joined Haley in droneship, then they’d be together forever, in service to any owner they had.

“Aaah~!” Dina buried her face into the drone’s shoulder. “That’s, that’d be...” She was still resisting the idea, just a little, but all she needed was another push.

The drone was all too ready to give it. “This unit has noticed how much stress Owner Dina feels each day. Retails work, a difficult family, living your life as yourself rather than what you were born as. You can escape it all. Become an object, free of worry. Become a drone.” Then it began humming to Dina, quietly, “Drone is drone, drone is drone...”

Hips jerking wildly, mind awash in pleasure, Dina finally said the magic words. “Yes! Gosh, please, yes, turn me into a drone, I’ll be a good drone, I’ll-Ah!” Mid-sentence, the drone stabbed Dina in the leg with a syringe, plunging in the nanobots with the hand not holding her cock. “H-Haley, what was that, did you...?”

“Permission was granted. The process will soon begin.” It sent the message confirming the nanobots had been injected. Now, Janelle would run the program remotely from a cafe just near enough for the signal to reach their apartment.

Knowing it was done now, Dina felt herself getting closer, closer to cumming. “D-drone, activate Haley personality, p-please.” She closed her eyes, tearing up. If she was going to become a drone, she wanted it to be with her girlfriend there.

Haley dropped the syringe, now empty, still stroking Dina hard, as she gasped in shock. She let out a sound of frustration mixed with excitement. “Oh sweetie... I’m sorry I had to trick you, but this’ll be better, I promise. We’ll still be together. Just... not as us. You’re going to love it, though.” She sounded like she was trying to convince herself as much as Dina.

Dina kissed all over the gas mask. “I love you, honey. I’m fine becoming a drone, if... if that’s what’s best for us. Just, I h-have to ask... why Janelle? Is she b-b-better than me?”

Because for the moment Dina was still considered her owner, Haley had to answer the question truthfully. But she’d have done it anyway. Partially because she knew her girlfriend would get off on the knowledge, but mostly because Haley had realized she enjoyed reveling in it. “Sweetie, of course she is. She’s so stacked and the sex is incredible... the only area you could argue you’re better is your bigger dick, but... I’m sorry, sweetie, but she can use hers better. Just wait until you have it inside you, you’ll see.”

That was it. Hearing that, knowing that was what Haley really thought, pushed Dina over the edge, cumming her little brains out. As she lay in the afterglow, Haley gently set her up in the bed, as comfortably as she could. “The installation is starting. See you on the other side.”

Janelle arrived at the apartment, and did not waste any time with pleasantries.

When she entered the bedroom, she found Haley was back, though she quickly put a stop to that. After all, the now JS828 was firmly under her control, since she had also registered herself remotely as its new owner.

It was funny, watching as the latex spread across Dina’s body, the gas mask forming on her face... it looked perfect on her. She’d been right. Dina’s destiny had been to become a drone.

When the drone installation finished, Janelle had already fucked JS828 six ways from Sunday, but she was still ready for more fun, even if her own cock was pretty spent. The new drone rose up from the bed and turned to face Janelle, waiting for an order. “What’s your designation?”

“This unit is JS234, and-”

Before it could say more, Janelle spoke over it. “Yeah, yeah, I know. 234, fuck 828 for me.” Without a word, the short and skinny drone complied. Janelle had to admit, that big cock looked pretty good on a drone, especially as it slid into the already well-used latex pussy of her other one.

She watched as they fucked, no emotion to it, nothing but simple physicality. If her dick wasn’t still sore from all the fucking she’d already done, Janelle would have jerked herself off to the scene, thrilled by the knowledge that she’d turned her longtime crush and said crush’s girlfriend into her fucktoys.

“234, inform me when you get close to cumming. Not a word, though. Just beep.”

It didn’t take long. Of course it didn’t. The little drone seemed like the type to have a hair trigger. It let out a long beep, and Janelle thought she could hear the need for release in its voice.

Of course, it wouldn’t get it. Not yet. “234, do not cum unless told to.” It shuddered, but accepted the command, continuing to thrust its cock into 828. “Both of you, begin emulating your hostform’s personalities, but only for speech and thought. Your bodies will keep doing as I’ve ordered.”

Both of them started to moan immediately, suddenly able to voice the thoughts they would have had, were they not being suppressed by the drone programming. “J-Janelle, you...”

“What? I cucked you? I stole your drone? I made you mine? All true. Do you have a problem with that, you pint-sized runt?” Her voice was mocking, and even though it hurt, she did get hard enough to start stroking her cock, watching this scene play out.

Dina tried to avoid answering, but she couldn’t. “N-no, I don’t have a problem with it, this feels so goooood~!”

“Wow, sweetie, you really love her being in control, don’t you?” Haley giggled, the sound interrupted whenever Dina thrusted into her. “Isn’t it amazing? She won’t even let you cum, she can be really mean like that~” Her drone visor replaced it’s eye-shape with hearts, showing how much she enjoyed being owned by Janelle, how much she enjoyed the way Janelle treated her.

“It’s, r-really, so g-g-good...” Dina was clearly struggling, being so horny but unable to cum.

Which meant it was time to make it worse. “Hey Haley, getting tired of your ‘girlfriend’s’ cock? I think it’s not fair, such a weak twerp having a cock that big, don’t you?”

“Mmm, yes, please owner, shape her as much as you want, it’s what she’s made for!” Haley cried out. Dina didn’t say anything against it, only making sounds of pleasure as they kept fucking.

“Drone JS234, install nulge upgrade, now.” It was something she’d set up ahead of time, included as an option with some other fun ‘firm’ware to run later. She’d expected to wait before using it, but Janelle had done enough waiting.

Dina kept trying to fuck, but that became a lot harder as suddenly her dick pulled back, more and more latex pinning it against her body, refusing to let it be used. She was left with a huge bulge of solid black latex at her groin, one with a glowing lock sigil over it, showing she wasn’t allowed to cum.

They kept grinding against each other anyway, since Janelle hadn’t told them to stop. “Do you like the upgrade, Dina?” she teased.

She hadn’t expected the enthusiastic answer she got. “Y-y-yes! Please, it’s so good, can barely feel a-anything, can’t cum unless you say, under your control, it’s so amazing <333” Her eyes became hearts too, and seeing that, Janelle knew she’d completely won over what humanity was left to Dina. Both were hers, in every way.

“Okay then, JS828, you install that cock upgrade I hid in your files, then you can fuck me while your girlfriend watches.”

Haley was only too happy to comply, and joined Janelle in teasing and insulting Dina the entire time.

It was only the first evening of their new life together, and there were many more to cum.