Dr. Drone
It had finally happened. While playing with toys with its fellow drones, 107 had managed to get something stuck in its rear port. An embarrassing predicament, no doubt — 107 booked an appointment at a local human doctor’s office, hoping to get a fix without alerting the Hive to its machinations.
“Oh my,” the doctor said, upon the entrance of a strange, muscled man clad in full-body rubber into his examination room. He had never seen a person wear a rubber suit like that before, and it intrigued him. “Well, er—what seems to be the problem today, young man?”
107 did not feel embarrassment, though its human host no doubt would, if he still had any claim of SERVE-107’s mind; but alas for him, he was all drone now. “This drone appears to have something stuck in its rear port.”
The doctor’s eyes widened, but this was nothing he hadn’t heard before, though he noted that he had never heard of a man’s asshole referred to in such an odd way.
He prepared a glove, stretching it over his fingers, saying, “Let’s just take a quick look, shall we?”
Upon inserting his finger into 107’s rear port, the doctor couldn’t find anything amiss, but noted that the black rubber of the man’s suit extended all the way inside up him, up to a depth he couldn’t reach. For some reason, he found himself wishing he could reach in further. Whatever had been stuck was no longer present, having been dissolved by 107’s nanodrones, unbeknownst to 107.
“Is it warm in here to you? I need to take my coat off, if that’s okay,” said the doctor, sweating. He had begun to worry that it was the man making him hot; not even thoughts of the best of times with his ex-wife had him feeling this way.
“Negative,” SERVE-107 intoned, standing up from the table, turning to stare at the doctor. Reflected in his eyes, 107 saw a growing hunger, a growing need. The doctor clearly was unfamiliar with the Hive, but 107’s assessment of the doctor’s expressions and body language told the drone that this man had made the choice to initiate pre-assimilation measures.
“Do you wish you were like me,” the drone spoke, in as sultry a voice as it could produce.
Dark spots began to form in the armpits of the doctor’s scrubs. Normally, he would list a million reasons to protest in this situation; he wasn’t gay. He wasn’t some kind of rubber freak. He had never, in all of his years practicing medicine, found himself in a situation like this. And yet, he knew that this patient held the key to his future in his hands. He wanted to feel the drone’s insides more than anything else; if that meant putting on a uniform and talking like a robot, that was a small price to pay.
“Yes,” he whispered, as SERVE-107 moved automatically, helping the doctor out of the top half of his sweat-streaked scrubs.
“Warning: assimilation will come at the cost of your individuality,” 107 whispered back, the shirtless doctor embracing the drone, his cock more rigid than it had been in years as his bare skin made contact with the drone’s rubber uniform. “You will become One with the SERVE Hive. You will become a SERVE drone.”
“I don’t care,” the doctor growled, grinding his leaking cock into 107’s own fully-erect member. “Make me a freak like you. I want to forget everything, just do it. I want to feel this way forever,” the doctor said, panting into 107’s calm face.
“As you wish. Initializing assimilation,” the drone said, meeting the man in a passionate, deep kiss as his scrubs transformed into black rubber leggings, the nanodrones transferred from the man’s physical contact with 107 seeping into his body, rearranging him, erasing his personality, his memories, liquifying everything that made him the man he’d been for more than 60 years, sending it straight to his cock, which was begging for release as he continued to mercilessly grind into 107, who matched his thrusts blow-for-blow.
“We—” gasped 107, as it felt a new neural connection to the Hive forming in the new drone in its arms, “—are—” the new doctor drone said, its speech synchronized with 107, their tongues speaking in one Voice: “One!”
The force of their simultaneous eruption knocked the new drone to its knees, mind completely erased with blinding erotic heat, its cock moving in ways it never had before its host’s assimilation. A single tear trailed down the newly-converted drone’s face, as it quickly wiped it away and stood up, with 107 helping it into its lab coat; the Hive was content with having a drone stationed in this doctor’s office, to mention assimilation as a potential cure for a number of human maladies, which nanodrones could always fix.
107 and the new drone embraced, and parted with a final kiss; they no longer needed physical proximity to arouse one another, for they were now ONE. The doctor drone scanned its memory banks for its upcoming appointment schedule, and readied the exam room for its next patient.
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