Final Alterations

The new naked Drone was ordered to stand. It did so with out question.

A small well of pleasure in doing as it was told formed inside.

It let out a small moan, the filtered laboured breathing clicked out of the mask.

The blonde haired Drone beckoned the new one to follow it.

It was not that long ago that she to had gone through a similar process not that she would remember her previous life. To her she had always been a drone. Why she had been sent here who she was before nothing mattered she was just a Drone.

The naked drone marched in step behind the blonde out of the door and down a white corridor.

The two drones stopped after a few seconds.

The blonde gesturing for the newest “recruit” to go inside an open door.

The room they were now in was called the final conversion room. This was where any final adjustments and outfitting for all the drones took place.

A drone would be waiting at all times for anymore arrivals ready to complete their transformation.

The Drone inside the conversion room stood behind a table , The drone formal know as Jess was marched up to the table by her escort drone.

The Drone behind the table handed no longer Jess a black cat suit. With no thought she began to put it on. Like the green one she had previously worn it fit tightly against her skin, no this was her skin. Her nipples became hard as they pressed up against the smooth material that began to envelop her body. Next the drone presented her with long knee high black combat boots with a thick wedge heel. After that a pair of black leather gloves.

The drone behind the table handed No longer Jess a vibrator with out instructions she opened the cat suit zip to reveal her still wet cunt. She inserted the vibrator with a moan then zipped up the suit locking it away in her pussy.

The blonde drone got the newest Drones hair between her gloved hands and began to braid the long brown hair that stuck out of the back of the gas mask. The only part of the person that the drone used to be on show. Now matching the fellow drones in the room a part of a part from her collar.

That was the next thing to go unlocked and slipped off. Before the cat suit rolled up and fully covered up her old skin. The blonde stuck a needle into the exposed flesh. Whatever had been in the needle now pumped around the Drone’s body her breast began to grow ,they pushed up against the cats suit that squeezed tightly into her flesh encasing her in her new artificial skin. As her nipples pressed against the material she felt the surge of pleasure around her body once more. Not only her breasts but her ass too it became much fuller and more toned. Whatever that needle was it had made her fill the cat suit out given her body portions a uniform look also.

“You are Drone JF768 Report to the Wall of Holes room and await further instructions.” The mistress’ voice said soothingly in her ears.”

“Drone hears and Obeys.” Drone JF768 replied.

The Blonde and Brunette drones departed the conversation room to head to their next task.

As the Drone’s marched robotically down the corridor their mantra repeated in their heads.

“ I am Drone I obey the Mistress. Obedience is pleasure. Comply and be rewarded. I am Drone I obey the Mistress. Obedience is pleasure. Comply and be rewarded.”

This mantra kept them permanently on the edge of a orgasm. Their masks filtering the moans in the terrifying noise of the Drone laboured breathy language.

JF768 arrived at its post ready to obey. It was a Drone it was always ready to obey.