"C'mon, babe...smile!" your partner says, holding the phone up for a selfie, their arm wrapped around you. You oblige them, trying not to let your nervousness show. The two of you had talked about getting a Drone for a while...and with things on the rocks, it seemed like the perfect thing to bring you back together. Standing in front of the Build-A-Drone, it was hard to hide how turned on you were, all sorts of fantasies and possibilities running through your mind. Still, actually going through with it...it's a good thing your partner was there to give you the push you needed.

"C'mon, babe...we better get moving, before you cream your pants." they tease, pulling you through the doors as your face flushes crimson. Inside, a suited figure wearing a gas mask, the lenses tinted, welcomes you.
"Welcome to Build-A-Drone Workshop!" it said. "My name is Drone #4506! Is this your first time?"
"It is~" your partner coos as you stammer something in the affirmative. "In fact, we have an appointment."
"We do?" you ask.
"We do~"
"Perfect!" the Drone beeped. "Please follow."

It lead you to a private room, dominated by a large half-cylinder jutting out of the wall, a touchscreen podium in front of it. On the screen, the slick black and pink interface displayed a single button, labelled [START].
Your partner turned to you and gave you a kiss.
"Ready?"
You swallow.
"Ready."
Together, you push the button, their hand covering your own. The cylindrical doors slid open with a hiss. You weren't sure what to expect. Maybe a blank canvass, already mindless, waiting to be customized, maybe a selection of a few different subjects.
You didn't expect the chamber to be completely empty.
You certainly didn't expect the shove that pushed you, stumbling, face first into the chamber, the doors shutting with a hiss behind you.
You definitely didn't expect the robot arms that roughly pulled away your clothes, your jewelry, your bag, leaving you completely naked.
"Processing Complete." Drone #4506's voice said over a hidden loudspeaker. "Please select a base covering to proceed."
You whirled around, seeing your lover standing at the podium.
"Hmmm...I'm leaning towards full-body latex. A classic, for sure. What do you think, dear?" they said with a smirk.
You hammer on the glass, shouting, screaming, even as the look on their face tells you they can't hear a thing you're saying through the glass.
"And if we're going classic...then it's *gotta* be black, right?"
"You can make changes up until the Drone is finalized." 4506 added helpfully. "Simply make your new selection, then press 'Update'. You can also select our patented Nanosuit chassis, which will allow you to customize the Drone's appearance at any time, for an additional fee."
"No thanks," they said, pushing the button, looking you in the eyes. "I've made up my mind."
You scream out their name, then scream as the robotic arms grab you once more, pulling you this way and that, completely disorientating you as the latex suit is pulled over your skin. You land on the floor in a latex-clad heap. You try to pull it off your body, but it wouldn't bulge, covering you completely except for your eyes, mouth, and nostrils.
"Our catsuits are protected by our 100% satisfaction guarantee with a lifetime warranty." 4506 beeped. "Extremely durable, and guaranteed impossible to cut or remove without official Build-A-Drone Workshop tools."
"Thank you." Your partner said, not looking up from the touchscreen as you begged and pleaded, fists hammering on the glass. "Now, for shoes..."
A second later saw you laid out on your back, the robotic arms holding your kicking legs in the air, fitting them with a pair of thigh-high heeled boots. You had just managed to find your footing and land a solid kick on the door when you were restrained again, a corset tied tight around your midsection. Under better circumstances, you'd appreciate how good it made you look. At the moment, you had more pressing concerns.

As soon as you recovered, the robotic arms shot out again, pulling you around as, with each push of the button, your transformation progressed. Wrist cuffs. Ankle cuffs. Thigh cuffs. A collar.
Your latex-clad hands struggled against the robotic restraint around your neck as a gas mask was pressed towards your face, your cries muffled even further as the straps were tightened around your head.
"You know," came a voice, piped directly into your ears by a pair of headphones built into the mask, "I bet I can make you beg, make you beg me to break your mind."
You had some choice words in response to that.
As the mask filled with sweet-smelling gas, you told yourself to be strong, urging yourself to withstand the drug's effects.

What a fucking joke.

In less than a minute, you were on your knees, begging, pleading, desperate to make it stop.
Your hands rubbed your sex in vain, all stimulation blocked by the latex, each gasping breath only flooding your system with more of the aphrodisiac drug. You were so desperate, for release, for escape, as you were forced to endure the torment of arousal. Finally, 83 seconds after the aphrodisiac was turned on, you gave in.
"I'll be your drone!" you begged. "Program me! Make it stop! Just make it stop!"
"Hmmmm...let me see..." they said, poring over the options as you begged for them to finally break your mind and let it end.
"This one!" they said, pushing a button. Your already battered mind didn't stand a chance against the programming, as you felt it take over your mind.
"Drone conversion complete." You heard yourself say.

You were a Drone...and all you could do was watch, a prisoner, though the visor of the gas mask. Watch as your latex-clad body followed your new Owner home, riding in the trunk of the car. Watch as the fleshlight built into your mask pleasured your Owner. Watch as your body was turned into a fucking machine, hips thrusting back and forth for your Owner's pleasure. Watch as you kneeled on the floor, watching Owner fuck the girl they told you not to worry about, recording it all in perfect HD. She loved playing with you. She was enamored with you. And so, Owner took her on a date...to the Build-A-Drone Workshop. You thought you would feel something, watching the woman you learned to hate shoved into the conversion chamber, just like you were. Instead, as she hammered on the glass, tears streaming down her face, just as you must have done, all you felt was numb. You weren't the first. And she wouldn't be the last, clawing at the gas mask covering her face as Owner used you as a footstool, watching the show with glee and one hand down their pants. When it was done, Owner packed both of their Drones into the car and drove to a warehouse on the outskirts of town. Two Drones marched obediently behind their Owner, past dozens and dozens of stacked containers.

As Owner approached one, you saw that each pod had a picture taped to it. A selfie, of Owner and another individual, both smiling, standing in front of the Build-A-Drone Workshop. Owner pulled a similar picture out of their pocket, holding it up to the visor of your mask.
"Remember this?"
They didn't wait for an answer as your body folded itself into one of the pods, lines hooked up to your latex skin, ensuring you wouldn't waste away. The pod door shut, and the interior inflated, crushing you in place. Holding you in storage until Owner came to collect you. You knew they never would. They were bored of you now, and had replaced you with another Drone.
And it, in turn, would be replaced by another. And another. And another.
That was your last thought you ever had, when the Drone entered Sleep Mode and what was left of your mind was buried under programming, a Drone in storage reinforcing its programming...forever~