[English Story] True Service by Drone (Pixiv Fanbox)

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むきむきつやつやラバーケモドローンです。　たまにはベタな感じのつやつやです。 訳 Mental/Sense Manager = 精神/感覚管理AI Morph control nanite =形状変化制御ナノマシン proliferation program = 自己増殖管理プグラム pet drone as a reward for work = 奉仕のご褒美にドローンを撫でてあげてね 以下、文字な...

This is an English translation of the Japanese text using translation software.

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True Service by Drone

"This freezer is completely broken. Please install the new one in the same place and remove this broken one," said Carter, the shop owner, pointing to the broken freezer in his shop.

"Understood," came the electronic male voice of the delivery man behind him, who effortlessly set down the large box he was carrying.

The package, which normally would have required a cart and several people to transport, weighing nearly 100kg, looked like an empty box to the muscular black naked delivery man and his bulging physique.

The delivery man unpacked the new commercial display freezer and immediately began to install it. His shiny black arms twisted and deformed like flowing liquid, forming into knives and tools. Carter watched each time in awe at the eerie, CG-like movements.

The installation was completed in about ten minutes. After picking up the broken freezer as well, the delivery man returned to the storefront to ask for a completion signature.

"Please sign to confirm the job is complete," he said, flattening his right hand into a tablet-like panel that morphed into an LCD screen.

When Carter wrote his name with his finger on the signature display, a familiar message appeared along with a completion notice.

-- Thank you for using our service. If you are satisfied with the drone's work, please reward it with praise and caresses --

Looking up, at eye level, were the delivery man's shiny, smooth pecs, artificially curved far beyond human size.

Carter felt a little embarrassed every time he touched them, but after all, this was not a living creature, but a rubber robot, a bio-rubber drone, just molded to look like one.

The delivery man's huge black body seemed to be polished, made entirely of shiny rubber. It stood easily over 2 meters tall, packed with muscular bulk that shone under the light.

The shape of its head resembled a dog's silhouette, with pointed ears at the top and a protruding lower half that extended forward to form a muzzle. Although apparently modeled after human's best friend, it had no animalistic holes, dents, or facial expressions.

The anthropomorphic drone, equipped with a thick swinging tail, beastly arms and legs that combined human and canine features, predictably lacked any genitalia in the crotch area, only a smooth slope.

Supposedly imbued with advanced AI and multiple sensory organs... all existing bio-rubber drones bore an identical shape and electronic voice, distinguished only by the serial code stamped on their hindquarters.

"Good work today, thank you," Carter said, reaching out to lightly stroke the drone's bulging chest. Its body shivered slightly at his touch.

It was an oddly satisfying sensation, cold and slippery, yet soft to the touch with an underlying firmness that combined pliability and rigidity. As Carter stroked the taut rubber flesh, swollen with muscle, the hulking drone quivered its massive frame and wagged its tail, expressing 'pleasure'. Carter stroked harder in response.

Oddly enough, it was said that praise and pets gave these bio-rubber drones the energy they needed to operate. Carter was puzzled when he first heard this, but assumed it was cheaper than using chips.

After it was amply rewarded, Carter watched as the drone took a step back and said its usual farewell in a mechanical monotone, "It is our pleasure to serve humans." Then it turned to leave.

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About 10 years ago, Living Rubber Inc. announced its anthropomorphic bio-rubber drone made of a semi-fluid material. It was launched through long-term rentals.

"Equipped with cutting-edge AI, these drones can operate almost continuously when praised by humans. They can adapt to any harsh conditions and assist in any task. The perfect all-purpose tool to flawlessly support humanity."

There was no exaggeration in the advertising copy, as it caused a sensation as a groundbreaking invention.

But drone production itself faced initial challenges. Initially, they were used sparingly, mainly to assist in polar, deep-sea, and space exploration in extreme environments.

In recent years, with government support, previously lagging production rates have improved dramatically.

It has just been announced that production has reached 3,000 units, but rental costs remain high. Current owners remain limited to giant corporations such as the e-commerce giants that everyone knows, public organizations such as police and fire departments, with proliferation to general businesses and individuals still a distant prospect.

At the same time, the rise of drones has seen escalating rhetoric from anti-drone groups insisting that they threaten humanity.

On this day.

A large anti-drone demonstration was planned near Carter's store. Anticipating an influx of visitors, Carter stocked up on food and drink.

It was indeed a busy day, though he never imagined it would lead to serious trouble.

"Carter Brown. We have confirmed your delivery of supplies to the Anti-Drone Organization. You will be charged with anti-drone offenses."

That night, a drone appeared at Carter's door, emotionlessly announcing in its mechanical voice, a police-sanctioned badge attached.

"Anti-drone charges? Never heard of that!" Carter exclaimed.

"The laws went into effect last week. Your claims cannot be accepted."

Ignoring Carter's protestations of innocence, the drone handcuffed him and forcibly took him away.

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And then...

Somehow, Carter found himself in a room at Living Rubber Inc.

In the center of the plainly designed room, which resembled a warehouse, was a 3-meter square transparent door container. Inside, Carter was being held by a drone. Around him, people who looked like scientists in lab coats were busy preparing equipment and tools.

Carter screamed and demanded an explanation several times, but neither the drone nor the men in white coats responded.

However, when one of the men opened the container door and entered, he said something ominous.

"Those found guilty of anti-drone crimes will be sentenced to drone conversion."

"Drone conversion?"

"That means you will become one of the wonderful drones that serve humanity."

Without looking Carter in the eye, the man removed the cap from the pen-shaped injector in his hand.

The sight of the injector filled with undulating black goo sent a shiver down Carter's spine. As if to shake off the unpleasant premonition, Carter screamed louder.

But the man looked at Carter coldly, let out a small breath, and said,

"We have a lot of people to process today. I'll make this quick."

Without hesitation, the man jabbed the injector through Carter's shirt and into his shoulder.

The sharp pain made him close his eyes. Something cold penetrated under his skin, and he felt an uncomfortable squirming sensation, so he fearfully opened his eyes again.

And saw an unreal scene that made him scream.

His stabbed shoulder was bulging and undulating under his clothes, making the injury clearly visible. The blood vessels in his arm, visible through his sleeve, had darkened like black sausages, changing color and beginning to swell abnormally.

"Oh, your reaction is quick. I'll be on my way," the man in the white coat said casually as he left the container with the drone. Carter wanted to follow him, but his body was shaking and he could barely stand.

The container door closed and Carter's mutation accelerated like a nightmare.

"Ugh, ahhh! Hot, it's hot!"

Suddenly, around his pierced shoulder, various parts of his arm, torso, and flesh began to bubble and wave as they swelled black. At the same time, Carter's entire body felt like it was being boiled from the inside as he desperately fought against something black. But that heat made something cold and writhing inside his body stand out.

"Agh, what is this... there's something inside my body!"

It felt like countless cold, serpentine foreign bodies were swimming inside him. It was as if they were even sloshing into his hard bones.

His whole body felt on fire - his flesh, bones, blood vessels, nerves, organs - it was as if they had all turned to warm jelly. The cold snakes tore through the flesh of his body, tangling, feeding...and multiplying. Within minutes, both the inside and outside of Carter's torso had been eaten away by some kind of black, slimy substance, swelling to nearly double its size.

Amidst the sickening sensation of his cells slowly being eaten away, Carter began to experience an unfamiliar sensation.

"Ugh!? Pant, pant, haa..."

The flushed face and clenched teeth were not expressions of agony or pain. He was desperately trying to withstand an abnormal pleasure that was attacking his entire body.

Eventually, Carter began to perceive the countless snakes swimming inside him as if they were part of his own body.

He felt the countless snakes as if they were his own dick, thrusting into hot flesh. And he felt his own flesh being violated by the cold snakes.

Carter was experiencing both at the same time.

Not surprisingly, Carter's original dick, still trapped in his underwear, was erect and hard, ejaculating repeatedly without even being touched.

Amid the sensations of climax and vague thoughts, Carter began to realize that this black substance was not devouring him, but multiplying and assimilation him. There was no pain, only an abnormal pleasure that invaded his entire body. It was eerie and terrifying.

But the moment a snake slipped into his dick and licked the inside, even that fear was blown away.

His clothes, unable to contain his expanding torso and legs, exploded and tore apart. The cold air touched his bare skin, a mixture of flesh tones and black.

Then, as if bursting through his underwear, his blackened, swollen dick protruded, releasing cum.

"Ahh, ahhhhhhhhhh!"

He didn't even have the composure to care that the researchers and drones outside the container were watching.

His dick, more than double its original size, shot thick white cum onto the transparent wall of the container. But as it grew even larger and glowed black, even that semen turned into a shiny black mucus.

"Haa, ahh, what is this...oohh, what is this!"

Crying black tears down a face that had turned jet black with shame, confusion, and pleasure, Carter violently shook his arms, which felt numb and dull, and slammed the handcuffs against the container wall. There was a muffled sound, but not a scratch on the wall.

But one of Carter's swollen hands, which he had been slapping, suddenly slipped right out of the restraints and fell slowly to the floor, trailing threads like soft clay.

Carter screamed.

Yet there was no pain. Both cross sections were devoid of flesh and bone, just undulating black blobs with writhing surfaces.

It wasn't just that that was frightening. He felt sensations coming from the fingers of the severed hand touching the ground.

In fact, Carter could even move the fingers of that hand and touch the wall of the container.

What exactly was he being transformed into?

The answer was already there - the shiny black substance, the CG-like transformation fluid, the drone conversion punishment.

Cold sweat poured from his whole body, from his head. No - those were cold, black snakes that had devoured his insides and were now overflowing his body surface... the bio-rubber half liquid.

Collapsing at the knees, his swollen buttocks, dick and lower half lost their shape and spread out around him with a splash. It wasn't just the mental shock - his lower half itself had turned to black mud, crumbling into a mushy mess.

"I don't want this! I don't want to become a drone!"

Carter tried to say, but the second half was swallowed by his swollen tongue and the lump of mucus at the back of his throat, leaving only a gurgling sound. Those were Carter's last words as a human.

As his head lost its shape and collapsed, all that was left in the container was a cold, shiny, black, clay-like mass.

Here and there, parts of the human body remained in shape, but it was inconceivable that this was the final form of a human being.

Yet Carter's consciousness was still clear. Inside the chilled black flesh that had lost human body temperature, his eyes and mouth had melted into the lump along with his head. He could only make the surface of his shapeless body ripple, unable to tell up from down.

He tried to move his limbs, but their boundaries were unclear. When he moved his fingers, for some reason they were in the flesh of his buttocks, scraping the cold flesh. His dick, still on the surface of his body, spurted black mucus as intense pleasure hit him again.

"So you still have consciousness...and sensitivity, too, huh?" a faint voice said, as if from beyond the water's surface. Though he couldn't see it, Carter felt the man who had injected him enter and stab various needles into his knot over and over again.

Now completely free of pain, Carter even felt pleasure from the insertion of those needles.

"Control management AI, shape control nanomachines, growth regulation program, sensory program, individual code..."

The man mumbled, as if confirming each injection of some kind of medical fluid.

Along with a sensation of numbness running through Carter's entire body, he felt as if thin roots were being woven throughout his body, while at the same time something like a thin membrane was being pasted over his consciousness.

The man fiddled with the tablet.

"Basic form set to the usual form. We'll leave the rest to the control management AI. Shutdown code, reboot after delivery."

Carter felt his own lump of flesh, like clay, being kneaded and twisted back and forth against his will.

As his hazy consciousness returned, his dark vision returned. He could see something hand-like being born from the lump. Not his hands. With pads bulging from them... they were like a mixture of man and beast...

"Do your best to serve humanity."

With that, Carter's consciousness was shut down.

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"Okay then, C-5312, activate."

Carter awoke instantly. It was an awakening that was very different from the sleepy awakening of a human.

And he immediately realized that the nightmarish events at Living Rubber Inc. were no dream.

He understood that he was currently compressed into a sphere the size of an exercise ball that was rolling on the floor.

Carter was rolling in a corner of a large distribution warehouse filled with shelves upon shelves of cargo, surrounded by the curious stares of men in work vest.

Obviously not from Living Rubber Inc. Somehow he knew that this was the distribution warehouse of a major online retailer, where he had been rented for a year, which confused Carter even more.

In this incomprehensible situation, his bio rubber body began to change shape independently of Carter's will.

The top of the spherical shape began to unfurl like strings or ribbons, floating in the air. Like a 3D printer turned upside down, his form was woven into shape.

His head regained its shape, ears pricked up, a sturdy muzzle took shape.

Beneath his head, his muscular form was woven, a thick, sturdy neck taking shape.

Bio rubber... As his new flesh undulated, intertwined, fused, hardened, creating new forms, he was toying with such an abnormal sensation,

Carter lowered his own head.

Beyond the expanding muzzle in front of his vision, his chest began to take shape.

But its shape was very different from Carter's old one - massive pecs bulging out to the point of obscuring the area below.

Mountainous shoulders bulging on either side, thick arms woven like steel bars, an abdomen honed for power split into six well-defined muscles, hips hanging in firm curves, legs thick as pillars, capable of supporting his massive frame, hands and feet larger than a human's, mixed with beastly features like claws and pads.

His back was covered with rock-like, powerful muscles. Even his buttocks were full and round, thanks to the abundance of muscle. When his individual identification code appeared white against their surface, a thick, sturdy tail finally grew... Carter's body was complete.

A body identical in every detail to the bio-rubber drones he had seen so far.

Over 2 meters tall with higher vision, the workers he had looked up at before were now below him. Though he probably weighed over 100 kilograms, he felt lighter than a feather, and strength seemed to be constantly rising within him.

His vision was extremely clear, easily encompassing the entire spacious warehouse. Staring intently at the men, he could probably make out their pores and the fibers of their clothing. His hearing and sense of smell were similarly heightened - he could pick up the chirping of birds outside the warehouse, differentiate between the men's body odors, and even detect the chocolate in one man's pocket.

The outside air touched the sensitive rubber skin, tickling it a little.

Even though it was not his original body, the exposure of his fully muscled naked form still made him feel embarrassed.

However, the eyes of the workers around him did not see him as a living being.

"Amazing... it's like sci-fi!" "Its muscles are incredible!" "It's so glossy!"

For some reason, his words felt like they were tickling Carter's skin.

But there was no time to worry about such things.

I'm not a drone!

(Help me! I used to be human, but they turned me into a drone!)

Carter screamed. Tried to scream, but...

"I am C-5312. Thank you for renting this bio-rubber drone from Living Rubber Inc.

I have come to serve you. Please give me any kind of work you need. I look forward to working with you for the this year."

Instead of Carter's will or original voice, an electronic voice came out of his head.

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Carter remembered the words of the man in the white coat. "We'll leave the rest to the control management AI."

It wasn't that he was always deprived of control over his body. For actions related to work and service, he could move and speak by himself.

However, if he tried to stop or say "help me" while working, for example, his body control would immediately be taken away for a period of time.

For the first month, Carter still tried to resist, trying various things - memos, codes, unnatural behavior... He was fine with having rebellious thoughts, but the moment he tried to act on them, the control AI would take over.

Every time he tried to rebel and was promptly thwarted, the despair that nothing he did mattered slowly began to take hold of Carter's mind.

It wasn't just that. His "meals" also robbed him of his rebellious spirit.

Carter could now keep track of his body's remaining energy as a percentage. When it dropped below 50%, he would feel something like hunger. He had known for some time that drones also needed "meals", but he hadn't understood what that true meant until now.

It was his first day of work. The AI-controlled C-5312 body carried cargo that normal humans would unpleasant because of its extreme weight, making deliveries and shipments alone.

Although his control had been taken over, his five senses still transmitted everything, so while Carter was a bit amazed at how easily he lifted loads of nearly a ton, as well as at his body's ability to perform completely without fatigue, his mind quickly resumed its mindless resistance, wearing down his spirit instead of his physical body.

After receiving a confirmation signature at the delivery address, C-5312 sent his usual message.

-- Thank you very much. If you are satisfied with the drone's service, please reward me by praising and caressing me --

Smiling, the customer said,

"You worked fast and did a great job. Thank you, drone."

(What!?)

At that moment, inexplicable pleasure rushed from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.

(Wha-, whyyy!?)

His crotch stirred as a dick began to take shape from within, swelling rapidly. Tearing and stirring the semi-liquid, organ-less interior brought even greater pleasure.

Of course, he couldn't make his dick appear on the outside. The dick of a rubber drone grew inside his body.

Carter's psyche, aroused by the unexpected pleasure arising within him, raised its voice, but it remained unheard by the outside world.

The client approached the drone's muscular black body and began caressing its bulging rubber muscles as if to praise them.

(Gahhh!)

This time he couldn't even say it. The light rubbing alone sent an immense stimulation through him, as if his most sensitive erogenous zones had been firmly grasped.

His dick, which had already grown far beyond human size through internal growth, became even harder and sturdier in extreme arousal, rapidly blowing copious amounts of black mucus inside him.

As Carter stirred his own body intensely, mixing his black fluids with his ever-growing dick, pleasure beyond anything a human could endure without fainting overcame him.

At the same time, Carter felt a bizarre "deliciousness" throughout his body, as if every cell were a tongue tasting an elaborate cuisine. And that pleasure and taste was being converted into energy, filling the bio-rubber cells...

If Carter were still in control of his body, he would probably be writhing on the floor, panting and moaning, drowning in rapture. But the AI-controlled body merely trembled slightly to convey its "pleasure" to the client, and wagged its tail happily like an obedient dog.

At that moment, the realization that the AI had imprinted on Carter's subconscious flashed through his mind.

Why turn humans into drones at all, instead of just letting the AI control them?

The bio-rubber cells use a human's powerful mind - especially pleasure - as an energy source.

By invading and fusing with humans, then tweaking their senses to get intense ecstasy from the praise and caresses of others, drones can be created that will move almost constantly just from a few words of praise to replenish their energy. An existence that lives to serve others...and to create it, the human soul becomes a power generator.

What blasphemy. But even that humiliating feeling was swept away by the pleasure of further touches.

When the drone body finally stepped away from the client and turned to leave after conveying his thanks, rather than anger or humiliation, Carter screamed for more, his lust taking over as he longed for his caresses to continue. Had he been in control of his body, he might have clung to the client or rolled over like an affectionate dog begging for a belly rub.

And when he regained self-consciousness, Carter's psyche was crushed by shame and a sense of defeat.

He resolved to persevere next time, but when a worker praised him upon his return to the warehouse, his resolve quickly crumbled.

From then on, the "rewards" that made Carter drop all resistance and desperately want to surrender came daily.

Depending on who gave the praise and how they did it, the taste and sensation would vary, always remaining fresh and impossible to tire of.

Carter ended up writhing in ecstasy inside his drone body several times a day.

Among the late-night shift workers was a man who leered at the black rubber drone body in an unmistakably lustful way.

One day, as Carter was helping this man work, he was told, "Thanks, you saved me there. And damn, you got a hot ass," while his buttocks were being vigorously kneaded, and though he should have felt disgust and revulsion afterwards, he was instead drowned in intense pleasure and elation, shuddering later at how he had forgotten.

Still, he was unaware of how he had naturally begun to perceive the drone body that had been called "hot-assed" as literally his own.

With defiance crushed and resistance imprinted as futile, while endless inhuman pleasure and taste were simultaneously imprinted through work "rewards," Carter's psyche steadily melted away. It took over a month for his rebellion to wither, which could be considered a surprisingly long time.

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More than a month passed, and Carter's rebelliousness faded with each passing day.

He lacked even the willpower to attempt to move his own body for work, ceding control to the AI as he drifted through increasingly listless days, drowning in the rewards that came his way.

Not only did Carter's psyche change, but so did the attitudes of the workers.

Some began to treat the drone more roughly - just a casual "good job" while slapping it.

It still counted as a "meal", but the taste and enjoyment was shoddy.

Meanwhile, others seemed amused by the dog drone's tail wagging and praised it more, petting it gently and thoroughly.

This made him very happy. The taste and the pleasure were supreme.

And the man from the night shift who had touched his backside escalated.

One day, C-5312 was called to the bathroom by this man. The man took off his pants, exposed his dick, and told Carter to show him his butt.

(Don't screw with me!)

Carter's settling psyche recoiled violently, spewing streams of curses in immense disgust.

But C-5312's body spoke electronically in a delighted tone,

"What a wonderful suggestion. It is my joy to serve humanity"

And presented its ass, hands against the wall.

The worst part was that it ended up feeling the best, the most delicious meal yet.

"Man, I can't hold back anymore, your ass is just too big and hot... I just said it out of the blue, but do drones even offer this kind of service?"

"Of course. I'm very happy that you like my butt."

To be praised, to have his buttocks and waist kneaded as the man's hot dick was inserted into his ass hole... Carter's consciousness exploded.

"Whoa, hah, that's what a drone's asshole feels like! Kind of like a soft onahole... Nngh!"

"Hah, ahhn!"

With each pump of the man's hips, the optimized viscosity half liquid sounded lewdly from deep in his rear. Carter gasped from the piercing pleasure, unaware that these moans were being voiced electronically.

"Haah, com--ing!"

Warm, thick seed poured into him. Even that was treated as a gift from the human to the drone. Ecstasy also drove the drone body's dick crazy. It climaxed and immediately circulated through his insides to replenish his dick for rapid, repeated firing.

Forgetting the disgust, Carter screamed.

"More, give me more!"

They were the first words Carter had uttered of his own volition since becoming a drone, albeit unconsciously.

And Carter's carnal desires for more generous rewards dovetailed perfectly with the AI's goals of further pleasing this man.

Carter manipulated his amorphous body at will. Inside the semi-fluid ass hole, he created ridges, cilia, tentacles, deliberately entangling, licking, and squeezing the man's dick.

"Am-mazing, what the-it transformed again!?"

Gifts praising Carter's service poured into him. And each time, Carter, himself writhing in ecstasy, yet holding his posture steady, undulated his buttocks, manipulated his anus, delivered varied stimulation to the man's dick, savoring the deliciousness that left Carter enraptured by the unending excited cries.

When the man's hands and dick parted, perhaps from fatigue, Carter was deeply disappointed by the weakness of human endurance.

"Haa...came four times...spent... That was the best though! Gonna rely on you again later!"

With that, the man stroked the drone's big ass and pressed his cheek against it.

Carter felt no more disgust or resistance. He would enjoy the man's reward for the drone's work, this last meal. However, the expected increase in pleasure would exceed expectations.

The drone's senses became even more acute. Even the man's fingerprints stimulated its skin, causing its entire rear end to quiver with pleasure as if it had become one giant dick.

Numb from the explosive ecstasy, his dick, which had seemed to be fully erect, stretched even further into insane rigidity, churning his insides. But the surrounding seminal fluid was also changing shape, creating ridges, cilia, even additional erogenous zones, wrapping around his dick, squeezing tightly, squeezing out black semen.

From the infinite speed and volume of the ejaculation, the slightest squelch leaked out. And at once, a sublime deliciousness beyond the figurative melting of a human brain coursed through him, rocketing his energy levels.

All this happened in barely a second.

Surely the man's waist would have shattered, surely he would have collapsed, had not the AI promptly taken control of Carter's body and smoothly conveyed its gratitude.

After that, Carter was unable to stand, his work done as usual by the control AI in the meantime.

Still writhing in the afterglow of mind-blowing rapture, no longer bothered by the fact that he had been violated by the man, Carter wondered why the previous event had tasted so good. Because they had sex? But once again the answer flashed into his consciousness, imprinted by the AI into his subconscious.

Had the control AI done the groundwork - without splitting resources to seize Carter's control, instead fully assisting to increase the efficiency of the energy supply - tweaking his psyche to provide greater pleasure?

In other words, wouldn't proactively doing the work himself, serving humanity instead of relying entirely on the AI, result in even greater rewards?

This flash of insight completely melted Carter's psyche.

From the next day, Carter moved his own body and worked eagerly. Whenever there was unfamiliar knowledge or skill, the AI would fully support him, instantly imprinting it into Carter's mind so that he could handle it as if he already knew it. This must be the intended role of the AI.

When Carter was petted by a worker who usually treated him badly and said, "Somehow you moved much more beautifully today, because of this accumulating learning data or something?", he was rewarded with an incomparably more delicious meal than he had tasted two days earlier.

Carter was deeply pleased that his deduction had been correct. Cheerfully wagging his tail, he decided to serve humans personally from now on and receive even better rewards, and pondered over it with relish.

Just by changing the work content, partners, service method, and attitude, the taste changed kaleidoscopically. Each day's climaxes and meals felt fresh, blissful, as if for the first time. Once he realized that this powerful, indefatigable body could work 24 hours without rest and still feel comfortable, a magnificent form capable of anything, he had even come to feel proud of the drone body.

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Half a year passed. The number of men inviting C-5312 to have sex increased to two by mid-year, but C-5312 had truly come to enjoy providing this service from the bottom of his heart.

He let them both penetrate his anus at the same time, turning his muzzle into an onahole for their enjoyment as well.

One of them, he grumbled jokingly, "Man, I'd like to become such an erotic body... Turned into a rubber drone..."

Carter happily tried to reply, "If you get arrested for anti-drone crimes, you can also become a rubber drone"--.

But since that was confidential, his control was seized by the AI for the first time in a while, silencing him. He had even forgotten that his control could be taken that way.

A year passed. When the rental period at the distribution warehouse ended, Carter received the next request through the AI in his head, he was to work as a security guard at high-level events and conferences.

It was more dangerous work than he had anticipated, but C-5312 took full advantage of his physical capabilities and the AI's support to actively thrive, further increasing his confidence in his own body.

In retrospect, perhaps that first warehouse rental was like rookie training for a bio-rubber drone to discover the motivation to work on its own.

Ten years passed. While on security duty, C-5312 captured a member of an anti-drone organization and brought him to Living Rubber Inc. As he watched the man being invaded and melted by the bio-rubber, then reformatted as a rubber drone like C-5312's own past, he secretly grew erect. He felt excitement that this miraculous transformation had given him this magnificent body, and joy at the birth of a new companion.

Twenty years passed. C-5312 could hardly distinguish between his sense of self and the AI. He gained the ability to stand, speak, and continue working while internally ejaculating and mentally writhing in ecstasy, yet not breaking down.

Thirty years passed. The annual maintenance checkups were a perfunctory affair of machines probing his body and then saying, "No problems found. Resume service," but this year finally brought a long-overdue functional upgrade. Rubber drones would be granted the ability to serve as plants, which anti-rubber drone activists had discovered.

That same year, upon embracing a discovered anti-rubber drone activist, C-5312 liquefied his body surface to absorb it into itself, generously bestowing thoroughly multiplied bio-rubber from every cavity to reshape it into a magnificent rubber drone.

Forty years passed. The "production" of rubber drones exceeded 100,000 units. Now, mutual encounters were becoming more frequent, even when just walking down the street or working together. Rental prices had also become reasonably affordable, and personal rentals were no longer a rarity.

C-5312 was rented for a rubber enthusiast event and was hugged by fans all day. Some teenagers also seemed to want to become rubber drones, so he longed to reformat them, but human-made drones remained top secret. Ironic, considering that countless anti-rubber drone activists were being transformed one by one.

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Fifty years passed. By now, the price of drones had fallen to the personal savings of determined individuals. C-5312 himself was finally purchased by an individual to serve as a dedicated personal care drone.

Upon meeting his owner - John - for the first time at John's home, John emotionally embraced C-5312, overjoyed to finally have a drone, and freely caressed the rubber body as he pleased. Meanwhile, inwardly excited, C-5312 was surprised to realize that John was one of the rubber fans from 10 years ago who had expressed the desire to become a rubber drone.

"It's hard to call you by your code, so... Would it be okay if I called you Clay? Since you mold like clay. Also, I'd like you to take care of me, of course, but, uh, I'd be really happy if you could treat me like a lover, too. I-I really love rubber drones like you, um, your tail is cute too..."

Flushed with nervousness, John babbled incoherently at a rapid pace.

"Acknowledged, Master John. I will now answer to the name Clay. And I am also very happy to become your lover."

When C-5312 - Clay - responded, John pursed his lips.

"Um... You don't need to use polite language. I want you to speak more casually... More human..."

"Got it, Master John. Then I'll talk like that from now on, okay? How's that?"

"I want drop the 'Master' too..."

From this beginning of the conversation, C-5312 and the AI immediately analyzed John's personality to formulate a plan of action.

"An emotionless drone gradually develops feelings through interaction with John. Love required of it as an act approaching genuineness."

A cliched sci-fi novel development.

Over months, by deliberately showing small emotional sprouts day after day, and by deliberately triggering small failures resulting from those nascent feelings, John actually pleased those failures.

Clay thought it was rather absurd to deliberately act out emotions when he already had them. But each time John pleased him and clung to him, the exuberant ejaculations reaffirmed the righteousness of his service.

John sometimes requested sexual services, which Clay gladly provided.

Occasionally donning a dog mask and rubber suit, John would say:

"Pretend I'm a rubber drone and give me orders... Fuck me."

As requested, Clay gave light commands - ordering him to act like a dog, asking for a massage. Then he ordered John to get on all fours on the bed, pressed his crotch against the small human buttocks... and inserted a small molded dildo.

Of course, he couldn't put his huge drone dick in it, and he was also restricted from taking it out externally... but the unsatisfying half-sex was unusually frustrating for the drone body.

In any case, John mumbled daily about wanting to become a wonderful body like Clay's as he nestled against the muscular rubber drone body, unchanged from ten years ago, and Clay deeply regretted not being able to fulfill that wish despite the pleasure energy he was gaining.

They did various things. Even when he refused because it was his job, John helped with the housework and sometimes cooked for him even though he said it was unnecessary. Although it didn't provide any energy and would later be disposed of externally, it was the first time in this body that he tasted cooking, not for poison testing or ingredient analysis, but out of pure good will, which made his body very happy.

They went shopping together, showed up at rubber fan events, and even started dating.

John was a good master.

When John unsuspectingly showed his back, Clay felt the urge to hug him from behind and vigorously rub his muzzle on his head.

He gradually lost the sense of whether this was still an act.

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52 years had passed.

At 2 a.m. in bed, Clay embraced the sleeping John and, as usual, provided temperature regulation and subtle massages to help him sleep better.

Suddenly, without warning, he felt a sensation that could not be described as a disconnect.

When he consciously operated the AI to wirelessly access the Internet, he found news that had just been announced.

"Regarding the anti-drone crimes enacted 50 years ago, an anti-drone group has released evidence and a list of innocent people falsely convicted by the brutal investigations at that time. There are suspicions about the government and Living Rubber Inc... ..."

And in that list of wrongful convictions, he found the name Carter Brown.

(Carter Brown. Yes, that was the name...)

It took him several seconds to realize that this had been his name when he was human.

More personal information and photos were sent, but he had been operating as a drone for even longer.

It felt like he was looking at a stranger's information, but he couldn't just dismiss it.

But when he saw the apology letter from Living Rubber Inc. saying that drone victims wrongly convicted would be returned to the same expensive biological prosthetics as humans... the confusion he felt for the first time in decades intensified and his mind shook violently.

Clay went to the washroom without waking John.

And in front of the mirror, he squeezed and deformed his expressionless, smooth face, making it Carter's face... still black rubber.

But he soon grimaced at that face. It felt disgusting, like someone else's face was plastered on it. He quickly returned his head to its familiar faceless dog shape, reassured himself that this was his face... and realized that he had been freed from the controlling AI.

A drone that prioritized its master, acting for itself instead of serving, should have been stopped.

Clay stared intently at his own hands - thick with a mixture of dog paws and human. Looking at his altered self in the mirror was something he'd never done before. It was as if a thin membrane covering his consciousness had been peeled away, and everything felt fresh.

Gazing into the mirror, admiring that beautiful body... he grabbed and squeezed his own ample, glossy pectoral muscles.

"Ahh... With a great body like this, there is no way I am going to throw it away...!"

Unlike being caressed by someone else, caressing his own sensitive drone body was a new sensation.

And even though he praised himself, the slightest touch still gave him pleasure, causing his tail to sway.

Then, as proof of his liberation from all restrictions, his crotch undulated outward, and his rubber dick, usually kept inside, finally emerged.

"Mmmph, mmm!"

The sensitivity of his dick touching open air for the first time was so high that he could feel a speck of dust floating by. It quickly grew into a massive pillar, swelling to below his chest. Clay grabbed it tightly, the impact making his spine tingle with pleasure, and with just half a stroke he shot a huge load of black viscous fluid from the tip.

"Hahh, ahhh! My cock is the best too! Hahh, can't stand it!"

His stiffening, stiffening dick grew higher than his chest muscles, bumping against his torso again and again as he roughly pumped the huge shaft, using his self-praise as seasoning. Each time he made a gulping, slurping sound, the sink, mirror, ceiling, walls, washing machine were all smeared with the glossy black viscous fluid. And he felt the taste and energy at the level of a snack.

"Hahh, ahh, feels good!"

He hadn't felt dissatisfied so far, but rubbing his dick himself externally and lewdly vocalizing his carnal desire also felt liberating in its own way.

After enjoying about 10 rounds of ejaculation, Clay stopped his hand once. He felt John stirring awake in the bedroom, it's of course,

he had let out his voice without restraint, and his swaying dick had knocked over the laundry basket and various odds and ends.

As Clay manipulated the black, viscous fluid that was spread all over the washroom - part of his biorubber cells - it receded like the tide, flowing and gathering back towards him to be reabsorbed from his feet through his body.

But that wasn't all. The sink, the mirror, the room, even the laundry... everything looked shiny and new, even tiny scratches were perfectly repaired.

"Huh, this way is much more efficient and the result is better."

When he thought about how silly it was that he had been cleaning with detergent and cloths according to human life, he felt silly. Increasingly proud of his versatility and resentful of the unnecessary restrictions he had been subjected to, he tucked his dick neatly back inside. The footsteps were close.

"What's up Clay, why are you up so late? ... Wow, you were cleaning! Amazing, it wasn't even this clean when I first moved in here... you worked hard!"

John appeared, visibly surprised at the clean washroom, and stroked Clay.

At the same moment the restrictions were removed, Clay thought what if this was also removed, but it seemed to be an unnecessary worry.

The pleasure and taste of serving John was still incomparable, penetrating every cell in his body and making his dick spurt viscous fluid inside again.

"But you didn't have to push yourself to do this so late....."

Mid-sentence, Clay roughly hugged John, pressing his head against his chest muscles. Normally, even when he hugged, he immediately calculated whether John would like it or not, let alone interrupt him.

He did it because he wanted to. The human warmth feels good. He's really happy to serve him. He wants to fulfill John's wishes.

"Does John really want to become a rubber drone?"

John sensed something different in this electronic voice - the color of real emotion. Seriousness, fear, that kind of emotion.

And he answered.

"Yes, of course."

At that moment, the smooth pectoral muscles pressing against John's face... and the bulging abdominal muscles rippled and turned into a viscous semi-liquid.

As John's body was suddenly immobilized, Clay continued to embrace him, immersing him in his body.

After completely swallowing John, Clay lovingly caressed the fetus.

Unlike the anti-drone beliefs, John's modification was done gently.

As expected, the instinctive human fear could not be avoided. At first, John struggled violently, flailing his limbs.

Clay created a hand inside, accustomed to caressing, and stroked John, kissing him with tentacles, and gently implanted biorubber cells and proliferation programs throughout his body, as if caressing him through every pore. He carefully let them penetrate each of John's cells as if caressing them, avoiding sudden expansion/contraction and shocking cellular breakdown as much as possible.

John's muffled voice shook his insides and he tasted human semen again. John, having ceased his resistance, finally found Clay's erect dick inside him, clung to the shaft as if embracing it, rubbed his own expanding dick against it while moaning affectionately, then seemed to relax and fall asleep.

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Morning came, facing the bed in the bedroom, Clay's large frame had swelled to about twice its size, becoming an obese figure.

Then, muttering, "I think it's about time," he took out his dick, stroking it erect, more erect...

Forming it into a cannon-like giant pillar of about 1m diameter, he also generated tentacles not only from his arms but also around his crotch, squeezing the pillar powerfully.

"Fuguh, fuuhn!! Hah, gwuoh!"

He roared with each squeeze.

"OOOOHHHH!!"

Then, with a roaring scream, he fired viscous biorubber fluid from the tip with enough force to destroy the walls.

Masses of viscous fluid repeatedly smashed and burst against the walls. The joy of unprecedented pleasure and the transmission of emotions was felt somewhere - not only by himself, but also from the viscous fluid that was currently passing through the urethra. The sticky fluid that splattered the walls, bed, and ceiling automatically squirmed and occasionally grew limbs like animal paws, tails, and dicks that continued to ejaculate.

After more than 100 rounds of ejaculation, it returned to its normal size. About 100 kg of viscous fluid was released, and the room was almost flooded.

As the black viscous liquid wriggled as it oozed over the surface, it climbed up the side of the bed on its own and formed a mass at the top. A familiar silhouette emerged from it. An expressionless canine head, a hyper-muscular body, a limp bulge of a tail. The inhumanly large exposed bio rubber dick was unusual.

As the molding of the newborn drone was completed, it looked down at its own body.

"I... me... this..."

Then, moving slowly as if deeply moved, he gazed at the beast-like padded hands, patting his rubber body awkwardly, the sensitivity making his exposed dick tremble.

The electronic voice was very similar to John's. Although a generic voice could have been set during the basic design, there was no need, and the control AI was also kept at the current Clay's support level - just in case there was an ID on his butt.

"How does it feel? John... I mean, should I call you J-463788?"

As Clay reduced the cannon's dick with a "job done" gesture and said that... he caught John charging in like a runaway truck with outrageous force, spreading the impact almost equal to destroying the apartment wall. Was it still too dangerous to leave it to the control AI first? Such thoughts vanished completely from his mind in the presence of the new John's bodily sensations.

"Amazing! Amazing! Thanks Clay!!"

Cradled in Clay's arms, John was still rubbing his rubber body all over without missing a spot, twisting his large body to try to stick their muzzles together, waving his huge dick and tail in the air.

Unlike a human body, the cold body heats up only slightly when rubbed. The freakishly smooth skin sticking together made squeak sounds... and a fire lit deep inside Clay's rubber body.

A sensation of heat and tingling pain deep in his crotch. In over 50 years of being transformed, unable to do this with humans and never having felt it before - true sexual excitement.

Clay lifted John's limbs, spread his legs, and unreservedly rammed his desire-swollen dick into his asshole.

Of course, John couldn't manipulate his asshole right away. His asshole was forcefully stretched wide with the sound of rubber squeaking and welcomed Clay's thick dick into its semi-fluid filled interior. Clay swung his hips and large limbs lightly, enjoying another's insides for the first time.

John, expecting pain, but let out cries of pleasure in response.

"Ahh, uwaah, amazi--ng, Clay's cock is "delicious"!!! What is that!? it feels too good!"

"Damn right it feels good! Our "meal"... yeah! Can you feel the energy building up!? Eat more!"

"This body, too incredible! Ahh, humming, humming!"

Just as viscous fluid was about to spurt from John's erect, swaying dick, Clay lowered his head and swallowed the tip of the dick like a head butt. Viscous fluid from another individual spurted into the head, mixing and transforming to become part of Clay.

"You came a lot, well done John"

"Ahiii, just being praised... ahh... makes me feel so good...!"

"I also feel good when John praises me. Being able to work like that is what makes a real drone."

It turned out that powerful pleasure and "food" could be obtained not only from people, but also from praise and contact with each other.

Thanks to this, the two no longer had to worry about running out of energy, and they continued to indulge in acts while relentlessly praising each other's bodies.

As transformable drones, they could take in each other's huge dicks, no matter what shape they were in. Any perverse play was possible.

Hearing John say he felt great when he came in and then spit out, Clay wanted to do the same to John - forcefully dilate his rubber asshole and swallow his entire body from the inside, liquefying it and spitting it out. Then John in turn rammed his head into Clay's ass, saying he wanted to enter from his ass next.

Somehow a wrestling match began, but they became engrossed in praising each other's muscular bodies while groping each other, endlessly writhing, entwining, and becoming inseparable.

When one of them said they wanted to kiss, they made openings all over - chest, abs, everywhere - and let their slimy tongues crawl over each other, until finally they all turned into dicks, and things became extremely chaotic.

And so night came again, the morning sun rose, night fell... serving each other, time passed in the blink of an eye.

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Contrary to Living Rubber Inc's predictions, almost no wrongly convicted drones came to receive human prosthetic treatment. They had intended to manipulate the Control AIs and force them to come, but for some reason they had become free of the Control AI's authority.

Had the Control AIs themselves decided that they should have no authority over the false convictions? Had the exposure of the anti-drone group somehow planted a virus? Or was there a traitor within Living Rubber Inc?

The cause was still unknown, but in any case, it meant that there had been a large number of stray drones that needed to be covered up this day.

Living Rubber Inc. hired mercenaries, equipped them with anti-drone capture devices, and ordered them to capture the stray drones.

Having been informed that drones are fundamentally incapable of harming humans, when the 3 mercenaries entered John's room, the walls, ceiling, furniture - everything had been eroded by biorubber, the entire room black and shiny rubber.

"Looks like they escaped through the drainage," one said, and they had no choice but to quickly inspect the room to see if John was still in there somewhere.

Then one screamed as he was dragged into the viscous liquid filled bathtub, one was swallowed by the wall he tried to lean against, the last one slipped and fainted as he tried to escape after witnessing this.

When the unconscious one awoke after a few tens of minutes, he was bound by black stringy materials.

And in front of his eyes, two biorubber drones lightly embraced each other, while two brand-new drones with modified and stuffed control AIs stood at attention against the wall.

Shaking with fear, the man screamed for the drones to release him immediately - drones cannot harm humans.

One of the drones replied softly in the electronic voice unique to drones.

"We have no intention of harming you. Evolving humans into drones is the greatest service to mankind."

end.