When the first honeycomb networks appeared on her skin, she laughed it off as the result of another drunken escapade gone wild. At least, she actually liked the sharpness and quality of the nature inspired design. After all, it wasn’t the only tattoo she had gotten while partying around town. Some she could recall choosing and some she couldn’t.

 

Her body was her canvas and she loved to decorate it with unique and surprising art. Why make a fuss over this latest one?

 

But as the days went on, she started to notice that 3 honeycombs became 5... Then 8... 

 

A close inspection of her skin revealed that the ink wasn’t the sharp black line she had originally thought. Instead, the lines were actually an intricate design that reminded her of a circuit board. The revelation shocked and impressed her. Never before had she seen a tattoo with the level of detail the artist had managed to incorporate.

 

The joy about sporting such a unique design completely made her forget the fact that it had somehow grown. Besides, she wasn’t the type of girl to worry about trivial things so she simply put it out of her mind.

 

The tattoo, however, was not only growing, but affecting her physically as well. It manifested subtly as arousal and a heightened libido.

 

It made her feel oddly on edge, as if her body was hungering for something she couldn’t quite satiate. Her arousal grew steadily yet, she never found herself feeling that familiar physical drive to satisfy her pleasure. She was a pretty girl that loved the sexual buzz she got from the hungry looks around her so why would this strange arousal feel out of place?

 

Nothing truly phased her until one fateful night where she suddenly found herself waking up, standing nude in front of her prompted computer screen. Her fingers were thick with her pleasure while she stood at perfect attention. It felt too real to be a dream and yet, the moment passed before she could fully awaken. She didn’t even get the chance to wonder how she had gotten herself in such a strange position before her confused blinking suddenly  woke her  up all over again.

 

It was morning and she was  shutting off her alarm...

 

She would have dismissed it, but the doubt lingered in her mind and she made a point to try and see if it would happen again. Which it thankfully didn’t.

 

The tattoo under her skin eventually grew to a point where the sharp lines of the first set of honeycombs faded away and left a shaded after print of their respective centers. You could still clearly discern the honeycomb shapes, yet the design had somehow flipped, making it look like the network had sunk well below her skin and integrated itself into her body.

 

This, in turn, signaled a profound change in her daily life. The change meant that the network replicating inside her was strong enough to, for short periods of time, partially take over her nervous system. It started so subtly that she didn’t even notice that her body moved on its own as she walked or worked. Her mind was drifting to a million thoughts and never thought to notice how little effort she actually put into her tasks. As the circuitry's control grew however, she eventually did notice. 

 

One day, she was hard at work, completely focused on her task and thought to herself that it was time for a break.

 

Only, she didn’t get up to take it.

 

The first few times, the thought came and went without alarm. But as her need to stop and take a breather grew, she realized that her fingers kept working when she was actively willing them to stop.

Naturally, after that shocking revelation, she immediately sought help.

 

Or tried too... 

 

She discovered that every time she would try to message someone about her strange experience, her fingers would simply refuse to cooperate. When she tried to call a friend to voice her concerns, her mouth simply wouldn’t allow her to talk about it and stayed clamped shut. The next morning, she even tried to call in sick, thinking that she would be allowed to do that at least, but to her dismay, her body simply got up, showered and dressed before going into work.

 

Trepidation and panic at her sporadic loss of motor control almost made her manic, but lucky for her, the strange honeycomb network had a plan for that as well.

 

That very evening, once she spent hours pacing with worry, she went to sit in front of her computer. There, without any sort of control on her part, she watched helplessly as her hands retrieved a pair of quality headphones from one of the drawers. She didn’t remember buying the headphones, let alone receiving them. 

 

Her treacherous hands placed them securely on her ears before turning them on. With another wave of questions and panic, she heard them sync up immediately with her computer.

 

Which clearly indicated that somehow, it wasn’t the first time they had been used with her computer. Once the sync completed, her hands typed in an email site she did not recognize and logged into an account named ‘Drone13′.

 

How her fingers knew to type the correct logging and password was a complete mystery to her, but that didn’t stop them from entering the correct information to access ‘Drone13′s’ electronic mail box. She watched as her fingers guided the mouse to open the only email present in the inbox.

 

With a sickening feeling of dread, she noticed that the sender was called ‘ControllerSixOne’.

 

There was no title or text inside the missive, just a web address. Her heart started to pound as she watched herself click on the link. She was redirected to an URL that immediately displayed a dizzying pattern of colors while her headphones came to life, pumping tonal beats that both hammered and soothed her ear drums. 

 

With a large amount of shock, she realized that the video was meant to hypnotize her. Her panic grew and grew until her heart felt like it would burst out of her chest. For a brief moment, her gathering resolve enabled her to close her eyes and turn her head away from the screen. 

 

If only for a moment...

 

The instant she managed to break the honeycomb network’s control, the minor victory sent a wave of relief and joy through her whole being. However, that same wave of relief also shattered the weak hold she had managed to gain over her body. Her eyes were forced open as her head slowly turned back to watch the dizzying colors. 

 

The setback appalled her, but didn’t discourage her. She couldn’t just surrender to whatever was happening to her so she spent a good hour trying to make herself turn away, close her eyes or even knock the headphones off her head.

 

Anything to prevent her computer from lulling her into a blank thoughtless abyss.

 

But alas...

 

The few small victories she gained were far from enough to break the hold the honeycomb network had on her body. Her will to resist slowly drained away with every attempt as the binaural beats and captivating colors chipped away at her conscious thoughts. 

 

Little by little, without her even realizing it, the fight was incrementally removed from her thoughts as her eyes eventually glazed over. Her mind steadily focused on the exhausting task of resisting, steadily scattering all other thoughts from her head. If she had understood that her resistance and determination acted as a focus for her induction, she might have had a better chance to resist the mind numbing effects of the file.

 

That thought never occurred to her however and she continued to stubbornly focus all her dwindling mental capacity to resist the network’s control. Unwittingly, her desire to prevent her induction became her undoing as it combined with the video and audio that relentlessly assaulted her senses. 

 

Effectively lulling her into a drowsy stupor that sank her into a deep state of trance.

 

She couldn’t say when she started to fall into a trance, but she knew it had happened when she suddenly found herself staring at the black screen of her computer, which had apparently turned off. She felt stiff and drowsy as she blinked away the effects of the video. Eventually, she noticed that an empty glass had appeared on her desk. A glass that still had fresh traces of water in it, informing her that at some point, she had gotten up to drink without having any memory of it.

 

Her body shuddered, but her mind felt oddly disconnected from the realization.

 

Every night, after she was done with her work day and had completed her household chores, she would fight the impossible impulse to go sit in front of her computer screen and allow it to brainwash her for a few hours.

 

She resisted it as much as she could, but every night, her surrender would come a little sooner.

 

On a few occasions, she tried to log back into the strange email website. She clearly remembered the login information and she thought she could at least go back to the dizzying video to analyze it. Possibly scan through it to find out what the hell the trance inducing file was doing to her. But just like her attempts to seek help, her body refused to allow her access, subtly redirecting her to other tasks. 

 

She inevitably capitulated and stopped fighting when she realized that the now familiar file was able to place her in a trance in mere moments. Her worries and fears had already been thoroughly soothed away by that point, so when the file changed and she started to wear her headphones around the house, she barely mustered the will to worry about it.

 

It was just one more thing that happened in her day.

 

She had deduced that the brainwashing files had made her docile and accepting of her situation. She found relief and peace without the swirling patterns and tonal beats. So in a way, hearing them as she worked around her home was comforting. 

 

The constant and profound binaural tone grew deeper, creating a buzzing that dulled her thoughts. Making them sluggish and hard to form. Before, she would be thinking about a million different things while she washed the dishes or cleaned her home, but now, as the strange tone blared in her ears, she found that her idle thoughts came slowly.

 

If at all.

 

To her mild surprise, her mind just seemed to idle as she worked and as a result, her focus grew sharper. Enabling her to solely concentrate on the task at hand.

 

Truth be told...

 

It felt rather nice to just let go and let her mind turn off while she worked. It made her days go by so fast as her attention completely skipped anything remotely menial or boring.

 

Wouldn’t you wish to have the ability to just fast-forward to the end of a boring task? Like washing the dishes or doing 3 loads of laundry? Your taxes? Scrubbing the floor on hands and knees? A hard workout at the gym?

 

Even as her general awareness shrank under the binaural tone’s care. She even found herself, in those dwindling moments of consciousness, appreciating the fact that she didn’t remember all the extra chores that had made her home spotless. It was as if she had hired a maid without having to pay for one.

 

Well… She didn’t pay with money at least…

 

More and more, her day grew to involve her less and less. She would wake up and be aware of getting ready before the tonal beats made her mind zone out as started her now daily workout routine. 

All the while, her mind heard the whispered commands that had started to filter through the unending base playing in her headphones. Without her conscious mind realizing it, her mind was being conditioned to associate specific responses to precis commands.

 

The perfect example of this was the whispered ‘Execute training protocol 1′, which could barely be heard right before her body was made to go sit in front of her laptop for her daily brainwashing session.

 

Before long and without her realizing it, the honeycomb network would slowly delay the control it exerted over her body after such a command was issued. It was the perfect way to see if she would instinctively move herself to the computer or wait for the honeycomb network to do it for her.

 

And little by little, the honeycomb network manipulated her body less and less until the day when she went to start her brainwashing all on her own without even a hint of intervention by the network.

The whole process implanted and conditioned many such commands as she went about her day, always in moments where her mind was idling and not properly active, but fully receptive to the constant barrage of repetitive programming. 

 

Those idling moments came more frequently as she would tune out her surroundings while she worked. By that in her conversion, her old personality and awareness would  be called upon when a coworker required her attention. Her ‘self-awareness’ even found it rather fun to skip jump between those moments of lucidity and control. 

 

One minute she would be completely focused on her work before drifting off into the tone playing in her head and the minute after, she would find herself back home, stepping into her shower. 

Foggy memories of her work day would sometimes come to her as she washed, but she couldn’t muster the will to care and simply let them slip away like the water pouring down the drain. 

The honeycomb network never forced her to wash, but she always took the time to enjoy the brief moment of freedom.

 

Yet… 

 

If she was honest with herself, she started to yearn for the peace of her idle mind and so, even her showering became progressively more efficient. Before long, a new step in her routine manifested one evening when she came out of the shower. Instead of simply drying and dressing herself, she was pushed to go stand in front of her webcam to slowly masturbate.

 

It wasn’t the only time she had ‘awoken’ to find herself rubbing her clit  in carnal pleasure, but this felt different as the whispered commands edged her on while she pleasured herself.

 

She never remembered how her masturbation session ended, she assumed that she reached some sort of release, but she couldn’t confirm that she had. She would just ‘wake up’ in the kitchen as she started to make herself a healthy dinner and that would be the end of it.

 

Oddly enough, she did not crave to know or feel her expected release. The pleasure was just... Pleasure. Her thoughts didn’t go so far as to expect the explosion that used to accompany such activities.

 

If anything, it was just another part of her meticulous day and she didn’t even have the instinct to worry about it.

 

The exhibitionistic masturbation wasn’t the only erotic thing to add itself to her long list of daily tasks. At some point in her slow transformation, her computer chair had changed and sported a fixed dildo that would nestle up perfectly within her as she sat and openly allowed the screen to brainwash her.

 

She didn’t remember switching out her chair, but she didn’t remember a lot of things so why worry about it?

 

At some point, other dildos appeared on the other chairs around her home, which meant that wherever she happened to sit, she had to impale herself. She had a hard time at first because even if her arousal was now practically constant, her pussy wasn’t always dripping wet and ready to be filled to the brim with the rubbery phalluses. 

 

Little by little however, it became second nature for her and when she reached a point where she could almost sit down seamlessly on each, the number of dildo’s doubled.

 

Her waking mind never truly noticed that she had gotten into the habit of wearing an anal butt plug, but her body did and slowly adjusted itself to larger and thicker plugs until she was made to sit on double shafts for her brainwashing.

 

Under the constant conditioning, her old self slowly regressed and faded away into the whispers and binaural tones that constantly assailed her.

 

Her last lucid thoughts came when she awoke gagging on a dildo she had apparently placed in her shower. She couldn’t recall when she had even bought it, much less when she stuck it on the glass of her shower door, but as she woke up, tears welling up in her eyes as she felt the full girth down her throat, she thought about how incredible it was that she was even able to suck it down so deeply.

 

In that moment, if her lucidity would have lasted more than a few moments, she would possibly have been able to stir up a shadow of emotion or anxiety. But as it turned out, her mind was too content with the simple bliss of efficiency. 

 

As she slowly pulled away, she didn’t think it was meaningful that she was in her shower, training her throat on a dildo. Her life had slowly become a series of tasks to perform as efficiently as her body would allow. 

 

And deep throating a dildo was just one of many.

 

Her mind shrank to the exact point it needed to be so that it could still be called upon to interact with others, but no more. It became closer to a background subroutine that was kept idle for most of the day rather than a sense of self. 

 

Her identity became utterly unimportant to her while she accomplished her goals. 

 

Every day, her mind slowly migrated from emotional and thoughtful, to efficient and calculating.

 

The things that happened to her throughout the day was simple feedback about the world around her. Emotions never flared except when they were needed to appear normal and maintain the facade that nothing special was happening to her.

 

Information was absorbed and stored in her mind without her even noticing it. Important information would just surface as needed and served as proof that she wasn’t mindless at all. She saw and remembered everything that happened to her, she just didn’t notice it unless she needed it.

 

By the time the honeycomb network had spread to over 50% of her body, she was no longer the girl she used to be as her mind changed under the constant onslaught of her brainwashing.

 

Her mind now followed simple input commands and obeyed them without questions. Her conditioned responses were so deeply implanted that her mind was barely utilized to assimilate and execute a command.

 

She reached a point where she would be commanded to learn a new task by reading or practicing it instead of being puppeted to do it. She would instantly comply and further help develop her skills and her programming.

 

Her thought patterns grew more efficient and were now conditioned to react as a computer program instead of a human. All she cared to understand was absorbing inputs and responding with the conditioned and programmed outputs. The network no longer needed to focus on controlling her body to accomplish her tasks and instead, started to work inward to optimize and heal her cells.

Combined with her perfectly tailored workouts, her subdermal network worked to enhance her skin, making her look more stunning than she had ever looked before while also boosting her immune system.

 

Every day, she became more efficient as her natural beauty gradually evolved while she continued to mindlessly train and learn about the tasks that were put to her. She would spend hours reading volume after volume about cooking and cleaning, but also spent days memorizing programming languages and economics.

 

The network continued to grow and infuse itself into her body while her daily brainwashing links tailored themselves to her evolving mental structures. Information flowed out of the screen and easily imprinted into her open mind as if she truly was a computer, simply copying updates and files. Her mind had been altered so thoroughly that a simple input command and description was enough to implant a new trigger or protocol. 

 

Her mind assimilated information with increasing ease because her entire brain matter was dedicated to the task. There were no spare thoughts or emotions to cloud or hinder the process, there were only the input commands and associated programmed responses.

 

Her mind became calm and blissful as her psyche started to rebuild itself around a new and more numeric foundation. Never before had she felt so at peace with herself or her life. There was beauty in the complete focus she was now able to apply to her tasks.

 

During the final phase of her transformation, she had started to chat directly with ControllerSixOne. The talks were brief and aimed to test her responsiveness to commands while also evaluating her progress. 

 

She behaved flawlessly and before long, text based chats moved on to audio calls where she finally heard the voice behind all the whispered commands that played in her binaural tones. 

The day finally came when the honeycomb network had completely covered and assimilated 100% of her skin. That marked a new beginning for her, which became evident when she observed herself in the bathroom mirror ro apply her makeup.

 

Her eyes no longer registered herself as a human being that had been brainwashed, her calculating gaze only saw a Drone staring back at her in the mirror.

 

The woman she had been was no more.

 

All that remained was Drone 13.

 

The realization went completely unnoticed and was efficiently filed away as simple information. It held as much fascination as the time of day, well actually, maybe even less than that since the time of day held importance to keep her multiple tasks on schedule. 

 

At the end of the day, once her daily brainwashing session allowed it to awaken, Drone 13 selected a tasteful set of lingerie and put it on. It then got dressed and packed a small travel bag.

 

Mind completely blank and peaceful, Drone 13 stepped outside of its home and made its way towards an unknown destination.