His climax is seconds away. He'll be the first human to cum inside a drone - before becoming one himself.

Cale stared up at 'Rissa, at the smooth, monstrous thing she had become. Cool, slick goo dripped onto his chest from her full lips that were stretched into a smile that was somehow seductive and predatory at the same time. Her gaze was hypnotic, even though she didn't have eyes. And her breasts, her full, pendulous breasts, swinging and bouncing and slapping into each other as she slammed her hips down on Cale's, her wide, rubbery hips, the fitting thighs and her massive ass, not to forget that slick, incredibly tight and strong pussy milking his straining cock - he could barely think as his mind was assaulted by so much impossible pleasure, so many sensations.

And then there was this strange coolness beginning to spread from his stomach, the aftertaste of rubber and licorice still in his mouth. Cale barely registered that, of course. Not with him hurtling past the point of no return, his hips bucking uncontrollably to drive his swollen shaft into the latex alien riding him.

"Yeeessss~..." Hissing in pleasure, eyeless gaze still fixed on Cale, the rubber monster gyrated her hips as her partner could feel his balls clench, cum bubbling up his length. "Do it, preyling! Shoot the last load of your life into me before you join us. Do it! Cum!"

Right on cue, a torrent of scalding hot cum erupted into the cool, slick cunt of the thing that had been 'Rissa a few minutes ago. When Cale had decided to go home with the stunning, no-nonsense police captain, he had been expecting a night he'd never forget. And in a way, he was getting just that. It wasn't what Cale had expected, but as the cool sensation in his guts began to spread while his nuts emptied themselves into the latex alien, he cared less and less. For the last few, dwindling spurts, Cale grabbed the rubber drone's firm, thick thighs and rammed his rod inside her with deliberate thrusts.

"Mmh, preyling~..." And once his climax had run its course, Cale was still hard. Impossibly, achingly hard. Not only that - with an almighty throb, pleasure larger than any he'd ever felt before shook his entire body. "It has begun, your rebirth. But you're still so haaard~..."

Cale whined needily as the alien thing clambered off him, his thick load dripping from her black rubber snatch and onto the bed. Crawling on all fours, she turned away from Cale, presenting her enormous bubble butt to him, sinuous tail waving him closer to the sloppy snatch still oozing his cum onto the bed. Even though Cale's body was wracked with the unbearable lust racing through his every limb, he was completely unable to not follow this invitation. The mere memory of the thing's otherworldly pussy made his cock lurch and throb. Although the uncontrollable, rampant lust surging through him surely played a role.

"Come, use the few minutes you have left," the alien cooed, wiggling her backside as Cale crawled up to her, fighting lustful convulsions all the way. The cold had almost reached his arms and legs, and he could feel strange bulging sensations in four spots on his upper back, one right over his butt where his tailbone was... and two on his chest. "Hurry, or there will be nothing left to fuck me with."

Barely managing to pull himself up on the latex thing's huge, firm ass, holding on to the strange, smooth pipes growing from the left and right of her spine, Cale struggled to aim his shaft as his entire body twitched and jerked, strained groans rising from his throat as arousal washed over him in debilitating waves while the cold kept spreading. The alien helped him, of course, wrapping her surprisingly strong tail around his waist, letting the hooked tip play over his unbearably stiff, pulsing nipples.

"Fffgh--aaanh~..." Cale tried to speak, to voice his concerns - this was decidedly not normal. But just as he couldn't stop himself from pistoning in and out of the rubber cunt massaging his prick, Cale couldn't form words, could barely form thoughts!

He could only moan helplessly as he felt himself push less far inside of his partner with every thrust, as her tail curled around the ever larger orbs on his chest, nipples swelling and throbbing - as his warm skin slowly gave way to cool, smooth latex, starting from his midsection where the alien being pulled at him with her tail, intent to enjoy his dwindling cock as long as she could.

But even with Cale's needy, frenzied bucking, he barely managed to reach inside of her with his tip, and as he felt the four spots on his back burst outwards to form his own pipes, Cale slipped out of his lover entirely, a gushing slit forming as his male genitals went from tiny to non-existant, nuts sucked back into his body as his glans shrunk into a black, buzzing rubber clit. At the same time, the coolness and with it the rubbery skin swept over his throat, making his **** moans sound utterly feminine and erotic, identical to the latex alien mewling in disappointment before him as she turned around.

"Almost there, sister... too bad about that powerful cock of yours." As Cale's black latex body continued to swell, its voluptuousness slowly approaching that of his partner, the alien caressed the smooth skin of Cales stomach with her taloned hands, sliding them along his hips and grabbed his voluminous ass, pulling him against her crotch. "But... we have other ways."

Cale threw his head back, howling in pleasure as his lips plumped up and darkened, spreading into a wide, lustful smile. Something had speared his newly grown, virgin cunt, wriggling and pumping in and out of him, pulling at every fold and crease within as it reached his deepest parts. Parts he didn't even have seconds ago. He collapsed against his hive mates body, holding on to her shoulders as his boobs pressed into her's, gasping incredulously as the insane, mind-rending pleasure increased even more while the upper half of his face began to lose all features and bulged out, head lengthening backwards into a dome just like his sister's.

His tail twitched wildly, slamming into the bed uncontrollably, hard enough to make the frame creak. All-encompassing pleasure consumed his very being as he squealed, the tail penetrating his snatch not letting up as Cale finally climaxed, his old life dropping away from him bit by bit with every lustful convulsion. The drone still remembered, but it was distant to her, as if it had happened to someone else.

"Welcome to the hive, sister."

The Queen was pacing through her throne room - the center of the growing hive, now covered completely in smooth, black latex. The first of her daughters had already returned and now continued working on the hallways and walls outside together with the Warrioress and the Iacolatrix, more and more concrete disappearing under sticky, hardening goop. It pleased the Queen how diligent her daughters were - but still, she felt unbearably nervous.

They were at a critical point in her plans. The hive was small. ****. Yes, it would grow, and soon, but that process in itself posed a risk; if only one of the new drones didn't make the journey from her birthplace to the hive unseen, if only one of her beautiful new daughters was caught... The Queen barely dared to think what the humans might do to them, and her reign would be over before it really began. But there was nothing she could do except trust in her offspring's abilities. And while the Queen knew how capable her daughters were, she just couldn't shake the unease gripping her.

"Mother~..." The sultry rasp of her Firstborn stopped the Queen in her tracks, looking down at the comparatively small drone. The Firstborn tilted her head in inquisitively. "You are restless, mother. Is it because you worry about the newborn sisters?"

"Yes, my sweet. I fear they might be seen, and that could mean the end for the hive..."

"No one has seen us, mother." The Firstborn crawled closer to her progenitor, caressing the enormous orbs on the Queen's chest almost reverentially, trying to soothe the larger latex alien. "It will be fine."

It would have been reassuring - if the Queen hadn't had the memories from her past life, and the knowledge that her Firstborn was so much alike in personality to who she had been before. Carefree to the point of carelessness. So while the Firstborn was right about the abilities of her daughters, the queen couldn't shake all of the anxiety plagueing her.