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[Features: Alien, feminization, futa, blowjob, handjob, volunteer mind alteration, crossdressing, femboy, gentle femdom, and anal]

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“Get on your knees.”

There was no force or heat in her voice, besides lust. But it was still an order and I found myself gulping. I knew what she wanted me to do and strangely, I found myself getting turned on by the idea too. Imagining her thick cock in my mouth. I shook the thoughts from my head and did as I was told, kneeling.

And I didn’t have to imagine anything. Her cock was enormous, it was long, it was warm and it was right next to my face. I wanted it. Oh god I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted to suck on it, I wanted to choke on it, to be slammed into it, to be forced to swallow her cum and drink gallons as-

Her hand was on my head again, stroking me. Running through my hair, before gripping the back of it lightly.

“Suck my dick.”

I did. I shoved it in my mouth, drooling on it, getting lost in sucking on it. Moving my head back and forth, feeling Kione lightly pulling my leash, pulling me down on her cock, it was like a dream. I tried to go deeper but it was just so big, it was so much to fit in my mouth. I kept trying, with helpful light tugs from Kione, before I finally was able to deep throat, her hand never leaving my head, holding me there. I bobbed up and down, coating it, letting it slide down my mouth and deep down my throat, gagging on it. I felt Kione pull me down onto her and words I couldn’t make out above me before I felt her cumming inside me. I coughed and gagged and it was a magical experience. This, this was exactly what I wanted. To feel her giant cock fuck my throat. To be impaled on it. To have her cum seep down inside me, to make me her sex toy.

I was pulled off her cock, still trying to lick and suck it.

“Good Boy.”

It was like a firecracker of pleasure went off inside me. Yesss, I wanted to be called a Good Boy. More, more. I wanted to slam myself back onto her dick but the leash wouldn’t let me. Mean leash.

Kione was looking at me and I could see she was more than tempted to let go of the leash, but eventually she pulled lightly and said,

“That’s enough for tonight.”

Nooooo. Not fair.

I want cock, cock, more cock. Fuck me, I want more cock. I want her cock.

Kione pulled on the leash, trying to get me to stand up. Noooo. But she just kept tugging, waiting, not letting me do anything more. Eventually I stood up and showing off again, she removed my clothing. I was hopeful for more but the look on her face said otherwise.

“Sorry Jax, shower and rest. It’s not yet time. But,” She stroked my face with one of her hands, sending waves of happiness through me “you are so, so cute.”

I felt my heart soar. Yes, I was cute. Kione wondered I was cute.

The shower was short but already I could feel the lust receding and the clarity returning a little. It changed nothing. It just felt too damn good to be someone else’s. I wanted more of it. But Kione seemed to almost be waiting for something before going, what, too far? I don’t know. But the libido made it hard to sleep, even with her holding me from behind.

God, feeling her above, squeezing me, her four arms wrapped around me, I wanted to cry from how good it felt. From how good it felt to be her’s.

Sleep did come, eventually, and I woke up feeling just as refreshed as I had a few days ago.

But another day had passed and my ordinary way of thinking threatened to come back. I’d seen enough, I didn’t want to go back to that grey dullness of being. To just not care and float away through life. It didn’t feel so much like a return as happiness literally seeping away from my body.

In a move that startled even me, but reminded me that submission was not pure mind control, I freed myself from Kione’s arms and headed home. I needed that crystal.

I felt bad and left a message on her Omni-trex. I got home and immediately grabbed and used the crystal and weirdly, it felt like I hit a kind of… limit? It took me a second to realize what it was. The first and second use of the crystal had been a lot. Maybe not noticeable at first but the pure near obsession of someone and the sexual change to my thoughts could practically be measured. And this was more but it also, was, steady? I wanted Kione more, to feel pretty and dress up, to be cute, to suck and fuck her cock, but it wasn’t like I was a drooling mess on the floor about it, with no other thoughts. I still wanted to actually watch a movie and eat breakfast with her and to play a game or two, to travel. I was more of what I had been, but not to the point I expected. No wonder Kione said drones were usually happy. To feel this way at all times must be, amazing. The only part that annoyed me a little was how much I fucking wanted to *worship* her big meaty cock now and suck her balls dry. But that was mostly because it was the largest mental change. More like waking up with an extra limb than anything else. Annoying, but I’d get use to and appreciate it. Really, I already had been and the memories of last night had me heading to the bathroom to masturbate.

A little while later, I felt stupid for not just heading to Kione but a quick messaged showed that she was busy at work. I should really understand her hours and what it is she does.

All day was aggravating. I now had a full drone mindset and the person I was a drone too wasn’t around. There’s got to be some way that helps us not go crazy when our mistress’s are away. I hope Kione tells me tonight so I can keep my sanity in one piece when I have to go days without seeing her.

The day *dragged* and *dragged*. I wanted the next event, the next part of my life, and it felt like I was stuck waiting for it. An ads on T.V. had a woman wink at me at that exact wondered and I didn’t appreciate how it seemed to be directed to that exact wondered.

Finally, finally Kione was off work. There was no real self control here. I had been sending her messages all day and whatever she did, she was free to message back.

I met back at her house and was extremely confused that her front door was just, open. I closed it on my way in. I went to her bedroom, having been told to let myself in and saw Kione.

No, let me try that again.

I Saw Kione.

All this time, it had been fun. And it still was, but I don’t think I had really stopped to think about the woman I was fucking, what was going on underneath. I had gotten emotions and vibes and wants from her. Clearly gentle, nice, restraining herself, dominant but in a nice way, liked cute things, liked me. And now, seeing her naked, standing there, with a look on her face that’d make a whore blush, I realized exactly what type of person Kione was.

She wanted to absolutely fuck me silly. To dress me up and really use me. To make me her cute little sex toy. To feminize me and own me. To make me her bitch. But not forcefully or with lies. She wanted me to say yes of my own free will, after she ordered me to do something. And now? Now she knew I was gonna say yes and was done holding herself back. I felt a smile stretch across myself and knew it was time. I wasn’t scared anymore.

“I want to be your drone.”

Her answer was breathy, panting, lustful.

“Strip.”

I removed my clothes as fast as I could and before long, I was naked and Kione was standing in front of me. I hadn’t even seen her move. We were both fully naked and there’d be no dress up today it seemed.

The whole process was setting in and I was starting to feel sort of nervous. After all, I had no idea how you actually physically *became* a drone. Was it painful?

“So what do I-”

“Bed. Bend over.”

She was so horny her words were clipped. Her dick, her gorgeous fucking cock, was practically throbbing. No, it *was* throbbing. I found myself just staring down at it and clearly her lust was reaching a fever pitch because,

“Bed. Now.”

I moved over to it quickly and bent over. As my position registered there was a mix in my brain. A part of me was scared, a part of me was shocked at what was about to happen, most of me was absolutely overjoyed and losing itself in that feeling and the creeping libido spreading throughout my whole body.

I wondered I’d be getting slammed already but it was taking time and I looked back behind me. Kione was busy applying what looked like a *vast* amount of lube and seemed to have calmed down a tiny tiny amount. She caught me looking though, and that fire was still in her eyes.

“It won’t hurt.”

That was, very relieving actually.

Soon, I felt four arms on me. Two grabbed the sides of my hips and two grabbed my arms, pulling them and me back, while I felt something hard and enormous press up against my ass. I was now, very very relieved Kione had said their would be no pain, otherwise I might be panicking.

There was a thrust, and I was moaning like a bitch. Like a whore.

It felt, there aren’t words. It felt amazing. Forget long, hard, filling. It felt like a piece of a puzzle, a rod of pure ecstasy, had finally completed me and then completed me again, and again, and again. It was like a constant flow of orgasms. Like cumming, but it going on and on and on. At first I wondered it was the feeling of turning into a drone, before I realized this was *just* anal and my whoreish moans grew to fever pitch as my brain made a connection. That meant I’d get to feel this *again and again*, possibly every night. Why on earth had I not experienced this before?! I had a perfect piece of heaven available to me all this time and ignored it?! I was a fool.

That wondered was shattered, along with any other, as Kione fucked my ass raw. Those sensations I had dismissed before became everything, overbearing, and totally worth it. Filling, hot, hard. I was her little sex toy and she was *screwing me*. My mind was gonna break.

I felt myself cumming from the pleasure and barely cared. It was nothing compared to the pleasure my ass was sending me.

Minutes ticked by and I knew I had really lost it. It felt like I’d been blessed by every good thing efficient on earth. I wasn’t even conscious, I was just a blubbering drooling mess.

Then, there was a heighten and a gulf. Like for an instant, my mind became 100%, totally clear. Like all the effects of the crystal had completely vanished. Like I had gone back to how I was. I felt a choice. To be a drone. I appreciated it and gladly accepted.

I came back to myself and before I became lost in the sauce again, I felt my body change. It grew smaller, girlier. I knew, intrinsically, that I was now a very feminine man. I even shrunk by quite a bit, making Kione’s cock all that more potent as it reamed me. That wasn’t the only change. My mind became that of a drone’s but I had already experienced that. Nothing new on that front, besides it now being absolutely permanent. The final change was my skin. I hadn’t known that becoming a drone meant a race change but I could feel I wasn’t really human anymore. My skin changed to the same light purple as Kione and I felt a connection. Nothing that could be said with words or anything like that. It was like, I knew who I belonged to. I was Kione’s drone, her sex toy, her pleasure worker.

And then that pleasure washed over me again. I noticed a warmth spreading out of me and it took me a while before the part of me where thoughts usually resided realized it was cum. Kione had cum inside me and hadn’t stopped fucking me for even a second. Hadn’t even slowed down.

It could have been minutes or hour, I would never know, but eventually my body was dropped on top of the bed and the dick was pulled from me. A small geyser of cum poured out and I had no idea if I’d be sore for days or weeks after this. I really didn’t care. My mind was broken by pleasure and it’d take a while for it to reform.

Still, I noticed as Kione held me close as we laid in bed and felt it as she slipped inside my ass, before falling asleep. I cast one last look at her closet, looking forward to wearing something pretty, before exhaustion took me.

Sometimes, all you needed in life was to be someone else’s bitch.

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