It was so funny. Her mom had always told her to go to college, but now, she was insisting Christine unenroll.
âItâs not doing you any good! You seem dumber than when you went in!.â
But that was so silly. Christine had learned so much since attending BWU.
In fact, its experimental education pods were teaching her all about how good it was to be a bimbo. To be a good drone. An obedient drone to the Hive. To be a good fucktoy to her new owner, as all good drones should be.
And it wasnât just her mind improving. She was so much bustier since she enrolled. So much lovelier. Her buyer would just love how soft and sexy she was. She would be such a perfect drone for her new master or mistress.
âChristine! Oh my god! What are they doing to you? Let me get you⊠wait. What is this? No! No, let me go!â
Christine smiled blankly as her mother was lifted into a pod by the cybernetic tentacles. Her protests fading as the helmet went on, her motherâs face going blank as the programming began.
It was funny. Her mother had always insisted Christine study STEM subjects. Well, now they could do it together. Like good drones.
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