Chapter 8 by Zeebop

Does the drone respond?

The Drone Responds By Removing Lois Lane's Clothes

The drone that had been Tonya Wong looked down at the reporter. She said nothing...but that blinding headache hit Lois again, the burst of noise like static in the back of her brain.

"Transformation will be more efficient if Cunt Prime's clothes are removed," the Wong-drone said.

"Agreed," the others replied.

In eerie unison, the four women—or former women—bent over the bound reporter. Small lights burned on the tips of their index fingers, and these they drew down the reporter's arms and legs. Wisps of smoke moved toward the ceiling as Lois saw and felt her clothes being cut into pieces, and the pieces pulled away.

"You...you don't have to do this," Lois said. "Help me. I can get you to S.T.A.R. Labs...the Justice League...we can beat Brainiac, we can save you!"

Cool air hit feverish flesh as the tight pants and jacket were taken away, revealing bare limbs that had begun to take on a greenish tint. The reporter looked desperately from one emotionless face to another as they cut away her shirt and panties.

"Don't you want to be human?" Lois said, unable to see the creeping silver circuitry slowly extending beneath the skin of her face, down her neck. Her guts churned painfully, and once her panties were gone, her pussy began to dribble...as it sometimes did when she was caught in the middle of a flu, strangely exhausted and horny.

The reporter's bra was last. It felt too tight on the reporter's skin, the straps digging into her shoulders and back...and to the reporter's surprise, she realized that the greenish flesh was bulging around the cups. With a few gestures, it was cut away...and Lois felt a terrible relief as her breast, swollen and green, the nipples now a metallic grey rather than a healthy pink, were exposed.

"Answer me!" Lois shouted...and for a moment the four drones paused as if frozen in place, and the reporter's head throbbed painfully...but it was different this time. Now the drones seemed to feel it with her, their formerly blank expressions mimicking her grimace of pain.