She decided to skip the stream today, a few days break would do her some good.
Kira put on her most tactical and sneaky pair of pants along with her +1 stealth top aka a pair of black jeans and a long sleeved thermal top. She'd always been a very simple girl, now that it was the end of the world dressing to impress was not high on her priorities. It took an hour to navigate the maze like underground utility tunnels that ran haphazardly under the sprawling city above ground. Finally Kira stopped underneath a manhole cover, thin streams of natural light shone through holes. She'd been watching this manhole cover for the past week and hadn't noticed any drone activity topside. Drone's were always hyper focused on whatever random task they were given so as long as you weren't in a units direct line of sight you could pretty much dp whatever you pleased. Kira was banking on that fact today, every building of the city contained drones. They maintained the city and cleaned habitually but the streets were clear and she was desperate. She gathered her courage as she took a single cough drop, the last cough drop she had, out of her pocket and climbed up the ladder to street level.
The manhole cover lifted off easily as light spilled into the darkness of the underground ruining Kira's night vision. The light was so alien it actually
hurt,
the cool fresh air that filled her lungs and nearly triggered a coughing fit. Drones weren't deaf. Her red hair was blown about as she poked her head above the lip of the metal ring that connected the tunnel to the road surface and smiled at what she saw. Nothing. The street was completely empty. She hoisted herself up and went to the end of the alley, surveying the immaculately clean empty city block. The city that never seemed to sleep was as silent as the grave. There wasn't trash to be found at all, no papers blowing in the wind or empty soda's tossed away and forgotten about. It would almost be peaceful if not for the fact all this cleanliness was a result of millions of gasmask clad latex sex dolls. Before the nanities had completely spread like a virus, the news agencies were quick to point out the striking resemblances converted humans had with latex drones certain online kink communities liked so much. Kira liked some nice shiny rubber as much as the next girl but she'd never wanted to see the entire world turn black and shiny, the gasmasks were a nice touch though.
Nothing stirred in any of the windows that looked out on the street although Kira could only see part of the street. The CVS drug store was right across from her, so she made her move. It took all of 5 seconds to run across the street, the automatic doors opening with a silent hiss. She huddled down behind a display that contained cheap sunglasses, half looking for a cute pair to help cut down on the light. Nothing seemed to move.
Pew, all to myself!
She wasted no time as she rushed to the back of the store stopping to pick up 2 bags of cough drops which she squirreled away in her backpack. The antibiotics were in the pharmacy in the back, with some luck... She stopped dead. The sound of a push broom reached her ears from a few aisles over.
It doesn't know I'm here yet
her nerves were on edge and she stifled a cough that tried to sneak out. She crouched down lower and snuck the rest of the way to the back counter. The shutters were all down and locked, the medicine she needed was well out of reach.
Damn!
Kira didn't give up completely, she was there afterall and still needed all the supplies she could get. She silently ransacked shelves of cold medicine looking for anything and everything that might help her kick the funk she'd caught. She reached the end cap of the aisle she was on and extended a hand to snatch a single bag of chips.
Suddenly, she was pulled up from her hiding spot. The drone had found her.
"Hello, you require assistance." It stated plainly.
"Nono nooo!" Kira cried in dismay, as she planted her foot on the drones chest. Wrenching her arm free, black latex stayed behind spreading slowly down her arm.
"You were imperfect, you required assistance." The drone said firmly, not a hint of emotion showing in its voice.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" She pulled a roll of conveniently placed paper towels from the shelf next to her as she backed away in shock, frantically wrapping her arm up in vain. She crashed backwards into the display case behind her as she spun around and ran for the door.
The drone did not give chase.
She pushed through the automatic door activating the emergency exit features by knocking it from its path, the door swung outward freely spilling her out onto the street. Drones lined the street in the entrance of every building, they watched her from every window. None of them moved, they didn't need to. Kira rushed across the street and practically dove into the open manhole barely stopping to replace the cover.
The transformation takes root
The Sole Survivor live stream clicked on at its usual time, 1 viewer instantly joined. Kira just stared at the camera blankly. She held up 2 middle fingers, flicking off the camera. "Fuck you, fuck alll of you!" She held it there longer than it felt necessary. "I made it 6 months after the entire rest of the world became your army of drones. 6 months! And you snagged me on my way to get cough medicine a block away from where I've been hiding. FUCK!" She leaned back on her chair, and looked up at the ceiling. She could practically feel the Hive Queen watching her on the other end of the stream. "Oh I bet you are just looving this" she laid on as much sarcasm as she could. "What? No comments from the peanut gallery?" She paused, no messages came. "You're probably too busy getting yourself off to type, I thought you could type with your mind. MuLtICoRe ProCEsSors ooooo." It felt nice to express the anger she'd built up inside, it was finally over. It was kind of a relief honestly though she wasn't sure why she wasn't completely losing her cool. She held up her arm to the camera "Allow me to show off my slow descent into the latex kink community! So, here's where I was grabbed." She showcased her arm like a model "As you can see most of my forearm has already been converted... oh look, you can even see it spread." She held her arm still and watched in bemused silence as her skin turned black and shiny before her eyes. "It doesn't even hurt..." actually it tingled pleasantly but she didn't want to admit that. "I'll keep you up to date on the progress although I guess you can probably
feel
how it's going."
The stream clicked off.
Log 2
Another day, another stream. Kira showed off her shiny latex arm to her sole viewer, the corruption had spread considerably throughout the night. She turned her latex hand and wiggled the fingers. "I'm shocked I can even control the dumb thing, it feels totally normal!" It feels better than normal, it feels great! "Honestly, I feel better than I have in weeks, all things considered. Oh! My cough is gone too. I guess those plucky nanites really do their job well." She marveled at how great she was feeling, all her malnutrition was seemingly gone. Her aches and pains were all gone. Kira spaced out looking at the latex trying desperately to make herself angry at the changes and failing. "I guess you already know this but I went out for food again. I figured I didn't really need to hide anymore..." her voice had a dream like quality "I actually walked the street a bit which was nice. Living underground has really sucked. I saw drones everywhere.
They
saw me. I should have been scared shitless but none of them even moved." It was totally bizarre, she felt like an exhibitionist showing off for hundreds of peeping voyeurs. "I managed to find some new flavors of instant ramen and my favorite flavor of chips. I think I'll eat the whole bag and savor every last crumb!" And so she did. Kira streamed one of her favorite movies to her sole viewer, hugged Bruce and demolished a large bag of chips. It was a pretty nice end to the evening.
A dream
The woman became aware of the world around her, a world of hazy fog and shiny writhing masses. Drones. Drones pinning other drones to walls, groping hands running up and down eager bodies. Drones with strap-on's fucking other drones into the ground, glorious shiny latex as far as the eye can see. The woman watches a drone grow a strap-on from its own rubber body as another eagerly spreads its pussy to be fucked. A single light shines in the middle of the room. A living throne of latex gimps upon which a single drone sits. A class of her own, a style of her own. The Hive Mistress's broad shouldered blazer moved slowly as she lifted her and pointed at the woman, motioning for the dreamer to step forward and take her place.
Kira awoke suddenly, her body was on fire, her panties were absolutely soaked. The movie had ended hours ago presummable, was the stream still going? She didn't care, her body ached for attention. Her right hand, her latex hand, went to her pussy and she eagerly slipped 2 fingers in herself as she used her plushie to stifle her slutty moans.
She's still watching me...
Kira knew the Hive Mistress was watching the stream. Kira knew and the thought drove her to climax.
Time passes
"Tell it to me straight Bruce" She winced instinctively as she pulled up her shirt, grimacing at her reflection as opposed to any actual pain. "Does it look any better back there?" Kira traced the line of slowly expanding latex around her right breast following it down her to her navel. Her nipples were fully engorged, betraying feelings she was too embarrassed to even admit to her plushie. Goose flesh followed the tips of her fingers as she ran them down her body "I feel more touching the latex than my own skin... it... it is my skin Bruce". She was proud of herself with how quickly she made peace with the changes happening. She cocked her head to the side and watched her stomach grow shiny with each moment. "Why is it spreading down there first? I bet that bitch is making them do it. It would be
too easy
to just corrupt my ass quick" Kira's hands wandered down past her belly button following it down to her ruined panties, wet beyond belief. "I've got an itch Bruce
"
Her breath caught and released into a ragged moan "an itch I can't scratch..." She blushed
I didn't know fucking nanites would triple my libido!
She giggled in spite of herself and gave in to her urges, leaning back onto Bruce in front of the mirror using the mirror to admire the spreading latex as she fucked herself senseless.
