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A long weekend of debauchery turns sour, as he fails to read the directions, and Isa starts to melt. What's Atlas gonna do?!?!

Congrats to my raffle winner: Hghgygjuygg87
He always comes up with some solid kinky ideas and is more than open to input from me.

This one was a blast. As my readers know, I LOVE DRONES! So why not have someone be droned willingly and pay the price for it? A different take on it, for sure.

As always: share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment. I love hearing from my readers.

For the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57255944/", "writing": "A Long Droning On\n\nIt was a long week at work. Atlas just wanted to get home. Office work was not miraculous nor fulfilling, but it put food on the table and gave him something to do. The timberwolf checked his phone as he was leaving his cubicle. \n\nIsa\nHey hun, I’ve got a surprise for you when you get back. \nI’m not spoiling it either!\n\njpg.20240627_182558\n\nHe hid his phone quickly. What he saw was his gator wife topless from her breasts up, and he wasn’t about to get in trouble for looking at nudity at work. He zoomed down the stairs and into the car park. Looking at the picture in the privacy of his sedan, he took everything in. Isa was on the bed, her yellow underbelly scales accenting her breasts and pussy, while her arm rested on her sides, posing like “one of your French girls.” \n\nHis parents always called him crazy for marrying an alligator, but he couldn’t be happier. Sure, her looks and personality were the main reasons he loved her so much, but it was her lust and sex drive that sealed the deal. Isa’s tits were his ideal size, just large enough to spill out of his hands. Not even to mention her body in general. Half the time when he came home, she was already stripped and ready for a hot night of fun. \n\nAtlas resisted the urge to jerk off in the car and drove home. He couldn’t wait to see what she had planned tonight. Time seemed to contradict itself; he sped home on the expressway, but time seemed to drag like it did at work. Finally, he arrived home. Not even grabbing his things, he ran inside, expecting to see Isa in the doorway waiting for him. Instead, no one was there.\n\nHe was confused. “Isa?” He checked the living room, thinking she was on the couch. No luck. What about the kitchen? “You hiding from me, hun?” The kitchen was empty, too. “No way…” He began stripping as he made his way to the bathroom. She loved shower sex, and it was pretty hot today. Maybe she was waiting there for him. Opening the door, he was disappointed yet again, standing in the bathroom entry, stripped down to his thong. \n\nThat left only one place. “You’re in the bedroom.” He slowly crept to the bedroom door, listening for any sound at all. Isa fingering herself, her moaning, or any sound that gave away her presence. Nothing again. Atlas opened the door and nearly fell over. A creature dressed entirely in black laid on the bed, like it was in a coffin. Its whole body was covered in black latex with a visor over the eyes, currently displaying Z’s, portraying it was asleep. It looked like Isa: a long snout, a tail with ridges along the top, and the same size of breasts, but everything was covered in gooey, shiny, black latex. \n\nBeside it sat Isa’s phone and a folded piece of paper. Cautiously approaching the bed, he reached for the paper and unfolded it.\n\nBabe,\n\nI wanted to keep this a surprise. Last week, I got that Drone Control Chip installed while you were on your business trip. I wanted to use it right away, but I had to wait a week for it to integrate with my brain. The app is installed on my phone. Use me however you want; I’m your drone to control. Fuck me like a toy all weekend! Fulfill all your sick and twisted fantasies.\n\n“Oh my god! Isa!” Atlas grabbed her phone and unlocked it. A new app sat in the middle of the screen, labeled Drone Control. Opening it, there were only five buttons. A big green button labeled Awake, another labeled Sleep, a blue, square button labeled V.C., and a small red button in the corner with a power button symbol. “Looks easy enough. Who needs a manual?” He pressed the green button, and Isa shot up to a seated position. \n\n“Drone is active.” Isa turned and faced Atlas. “Ready for use.”\n\nHis dick shot up so fast he nearly ripped his thong. It sounded like Isa. It looked like Isa, but he was willing to bet it felt better than Isa. He finished the job, ripping the thong off his body, and jumped on the bed. His larger-than-average dick now sat at mouth height. Isa, however, stayed sitting there, not doing anything. Atlas grabbed his dick and slapped it around on her snout, which was always difficult to fit it into, considering it was so large. No reaction. “Isa, come on. Don’t you want this dick?” She continued to sit there and not react.\n\nThen he remembered. Grabbing the phone from the bed, he tapped the V.C. button. “That must be Voice Command, right?” \n\n“Voice Command active.”\n\n“Yep.” He tossed the phone aside once more and looked at Isa. “Isa, suck my dick.” Immediately and without words, she grabbed his dick with her clawed hands and started sucking on the tip the way he liked it. “Oh god!” Atlas grabbed her head for support, only causing her to suck harder and deeper. “Fuuuuck!” He started thrusting. Isa moved her hands and allowed him to use her maw as a fleshlight. He came faster than he ever had before. The hot, moist mouth hole that the latex helped create was exquisite. Not a drop escaped her maw.\n\n“Isa, you can speak.” He didn’t know if it would work, but he wanted Isa to let her moans loose as he was about to do this. “On your knees and present your pussy.” He wasn’t usually this bossy and demanding, but voice commands made anyone sound that way. Isa obeyed and proudly showed him her dripping wet pussy. Atlas shoved his snout into her pussy, taking in all the smells and soaking in the various juices from her pussy. It didn’t smell any different than before; he thought it would since she was currently his drone. Rather than smell like latex, she reeked of sex, fish, and salt. \n\nLapping up all of her juices, Isa released moan after moan, sounding less like a drone and more like herself. “More! Drone wants more!”\n\nAtlas pulled his maw out of her pussy, and spanked Isa’s ass loudly and firmly, watching the latex jiggle. She let out a scream and begged for more. Atlas spanked her ass, enjoying the jiggle. His dick certainly did, twitching while standing tall and beginning to leak precum. “I think you’re ready, slut.” He was really letting loose.\n\n“Please, fuck me hard!” The drone cried. “Fuck me and fill this drone with your cum!” Isa wiggled her misshapen ass. \n\n“Of course, slut.” Atlas grabbed her sides hips and thrust his dick into her pussy to the knot with no regard for her pussy. He had done plenty of prep beforehand, anyway. His dick slid in effortlessly. He began thrusting furiously; he had never felt anything like this before. Isa’s pussy was firm and tight before, but he made to loosen it up slowly over time with his knot. However, now it was wet, slick, and hot. The warmth on his dick only made him thrust faster. \n\nHearts appeared on her visor. Big, pulsing hearts. Isa moaned with each thrust, not keeping her voice contained at all. It was as if she didn’t know she was droned at all. Her breasts flopped with each thrust. It wasn’t long before Atlas had to cum. “Isa, I’m gonna cum!”\n\n“Fill me!”\n\nAtlas didn’t hold back. He thrust one last time, to the knot, and shot his load inside her. It was gonna be a while until he was able to pull out. Atlas pulled Isa back on top of him, and he played with her tits until he was deflated. They had all weekend to fuck each other’s brains out.\n\n\n\n\nIt was the next day, and Atlas had lost count of how many times he came inside Isa. He tossed the sheets off him and walked out to the kitchen to get things around for food, not caring that he was naked. The two of them often roamed the house nude. He tossed a pod into the coffee maker and pressed start. Looking in the fridge, he looked around for things he could get instant gratification from. “Leftover Chinese from Thursday… Nah.” He pulled out the carton of eggs and set them by the stove. Turning back to the fridge, he pulled out the milk and cheese. He started making himself an omelet. Atlas enjoyed his morning in peace and quiet, the way he liked his mornings. As he sat down and stabbed his omelet, he realized that he had never undrained Isa.\n\nImmediately, he ran back to the bedroom and checked on her. There she was, resting in a little spoon position like she had all night when they finally passed out. Her visor showed little Z’s rising from the bottom of the screen. “Oh, thank god.” He opened her phone and saw there was a notification from the Drone Control app.\n\nWarning. You have left your drone active for more than 12 hours. Prolonged use can cause unknown side effects.\n\n“Well, shit.” He looked at Isa. She looked fine. She didn’t seem to be growing a third arm or anything weird. “She’s fine.” He pressed the wake button in the app, tossed the phone on the bed, and said to her, “Drone, follow me.” Isa rose from her resting position and followed him without any objections or protest. He made her some food and told her to eat. “You wanna fuck all weekend? You can’t do that on an empty stomach, hun.” Isa ate her omelet, but robotically. Stiff movements with the fork and slowly moving the chunks of food into her mouth.\n\nOnce they were done eating, Atlas stood up. “Drone, kneel in front of me.” She obeyed. Isa was always taller than him, and he had a minor complex about that, but there was one thing that was great about it. She was just the right height for titjobs. “Service me.” Isa produced some lube from her mouth and lubricated his dick. Before his eyes, she inflated her already sizable breasts to an even bigger size. Where they were already about the size of a cantaloupe, they were now the size of a watermelon.\n\n“I see these are to your pleasure,” Isa said plainly as she began to rub Atlas’s dick between her newly inflated tits. The lube made a sloppy *shlorp* sound every rise and fall of her breasts. Atlas held onto her head for support, as the pleasure was too much for him. “I know all of your desires. We shall fulfill them.” Isa started slurping on his head, bombing him with extra stimulation. \n\n“AAaaaAAAAH.” He held on to her head with both hands, pushing her up and down over his dick. Shortly after that, he shot his cum into her maw. Again, not a single drop was wasted. \n\n“Let us continue on the bed,” Isa said as the drone grabbed Atlas’s hand and walked him to the bedroom. Isa stood at the edge of the bed and ushered Atlas onto the bed. He was at dick height once more, but she had something else on her mind. She caressed his dick, mostly hard but still ready for another round. She navigated the tip of his dick to her nipple. Atlas gasped in awe as his dick penetrated her nipple. This was the one thing he knew he could never do because nipples were just too small.\n\n“Oh, you’re in trouble now.” Atlas grasped her shoulders and started thrusting into her soft, titty flesh feverishly. It was like fucking a balloon. The softness caved in with each thrust, but the tightness of the hold gave plenty of stimulation. Somehow, it was moist inside her nipples, providing plenty of lubricant for his thrusts. Isa didn’t hold back her moans either, caressing her other nipple and pulling it like it was utter. He felt it coming but couldn’t stop himself. He came inside her nipple and could have sworn it swelled up a size. \n\nA musk was in the air. He could smell his own, but also a smell of cum and sex. Atlas loved this smell and wanted to bathe every inch of Isa in it. He wouldn’t just stop with her breasts, either. He’d fuck the other one. See if he could fuck her brain in this state too! All of his dark fantasies could be made real! So he grabbed Isa and plunged his dick into her ear canal. \n\nIt felt wet, hot, goopy, amazing! He didn’t waste any time with his thrusting; unfortunately for him, he started cumming faster and faster the longer he pushed himself. However, he had a big supply of cum, so that wouldn’t stop him. He’d just cum a few times to make up for the lost time. Yeah, simple. He watched Isa’s head rock back and forth as he shoved his dick into her head. The visor occasionally froze or short-circuited but always came back on. “Fuck yeah, you’re not just a drone, are you?” Isa didn’t answer. Probably couldn’t hear him with all the pounding. “You’re a latex fuck doll. You’re my fuck doll, Isa.” As he expected, he shot a load of hot cum into her ears. He didn’t see it ooze out, so he assumed it stayed in her head. “Good, I’ll fill your head with my cum, since you always have sex on the brain.” \n\nThey still had the weekend ahead of them.\n\n\n\n\nAtlas woke up, and he could remember everything. How he fucked every hole on Isa’s body. He even plunged into her ears and shot his cum into her brain. “Hey, fuck doll.” He turned to see Isa on the bed, a little goopier than usual. Z’s still showed on the visor. Searching for the phone, he saw another notification.\n\nWarning:\nError with chip integration. Cooldown recommended.\n\n“Cooldown?” He woke her up again. “We still have a day to go.” However, something wasn’t right. Isa could still maintain her form, but she was awfully drippy. The latex would form and make its way back into the body, but this wasn’t how she was yesterday. “Isa?”\n\n“Drone is functional.” Isa replied. The voice was more robotic and lacked the intonation and charm of Isa’s voice, but it was all he needed. \n\n“Forget food. We’re going for round three.” He shoved her onto the bed with a *splat* and immediately shoved his dick into her mouth. He had trouble finding her pussy under all the drippy latex, but he eventually found it underneath half an inch of near-liquid latex. He dove in, tasting her fluids while thrusting relentlessly into her maw. He didn’t care about her well-being anymore. He only wanted the sex.\n\nAfter that, he fucked her nipples again, which were easier to plunge into now that they were goopy. They weren’t as tight as before, but they felt even better than last time. Her tits didn’t increase in size, though; they just absorbed the cum and stayed goopy. Atlas didn’t think about it at all, though; he just continued on with his fuckfest. Her pussy, her ass, nothing was safe. \n\nAtlas just shot another load into her ears, collapsing onto the bed. “Man, hun, this was the best thing you ever could have done.” But Isa didn’t respond. In fact, she didn’t respond after any of his snide remarks. “Isa?” He sat up, supporting himself with his elbows. “Isa, hun?” \n\nIsa was in no state to talk. Her body was reduced to nothing but goop after that last blast of cum. Suddenly, her phone made an alarm tone like an amber alert. He grabbed it from between the bed and the wall frantically and read the notification, wanting to turn the alarm off.\n\n!!!WARNING!!!\nSUBJECT IN CRITICAL CONDITION! CONSULT EMERGENCY LINE IMMEDIATELY!\nXXX-XXX-XXXX\n\nAtlas read the message over and over in his mind. “Critical condition? Critical condition?!” He looked at the pool of latex that was his wife. Some bubbles formed and popped, but otherwise, there was no movement. He tapped the link and called, holding in his panic.\n\n“Hello, Drone Project emergency line, what’s happening?” The lady on the other end was calm.\n\n“My wife is a puddle of goo!” Atlas couldn’t keep his composure completely.\n\n“Alright, sir, that’s a very straightforward problem.” It was like she had heard this many times before. “How long was she in the suit?”\n\n“I-I-I-I-I don’t know, about 36 hours?”\n\n“Alright. It’s not too late.” She typed on her keyboard before continuing. “Here’s what you need to do, sir. Locate the chip in the puddle and tap the small red button five times in three seconds.”\n\n“I have to dig in my wife’s body?!”\n\n“If you want her to live.” She said this matter-of-factly. \n\n“Alright, I’ll look.” He set down the phone and put it on speaker. “Is there anything I should look for?”\n\n“A small blinking light. The chip is no larger than a 10 mg melatonin tablet.” He dug around as she instructed him. “Once you find it, there should be a small red button.”\n\nAtlas felt miserable. He had ignored the earnings, and now she was a puddle of goop. As he ran his fingers through her body, looking for anything solid, he was holding back tears. Then, he felt it. “FOUND IT!”\n\n“Good. Now, before you press that button, you need to know this.” It sounded urgent.\n\n“Alright.”\n\n“As soon as you press that button five times within three seconds, close your mouth and do not open it. You’ll know when you can open it again.”\n\n“What?”\n\n“Do you trust me?” She asked urgently.\n\nAtlas took a deep breath. “Yes.” The button was very small, only taking up a fifth of the chip. He pressed it with one of his duller claws. Immediately, his wife’s goop began to rumble. In one fell swoop, it lunged for him and covered his body. Atlas felt cold and sticky. The latex wrapped around his groin and oozed around. Keeping his mouth closed, he looked at the phone. \n\n“Sir, if you can hear me, press one on the keypad!” He slowly reached for the keypad and pressed 1. “OK, good. It’s looking for a heat source. That’s you. Hold still while it gets comfortable.” \n\nComfortable for the goo was not comfortable for Atlas. It started leaking into his ass, filling his anal cavity. Almost opening his mouth, he let out a muffled cry. It spread him out and filled him up, going deeper than any enema he had had ever dared. The goop conformed to every line, every crease, and every fold on his groin. It formed what was undeniably skin-tight spandex on his body.\n\nAtlas was enduring the feeling of his ass being filled, but suddenly, it stopped. It was as full as it could go. He looked down and saw that there was still plenty left. Where was it gonna go? “Oh no!” He screamed underneath his hands as he felt his urethra spreading. It was sliding inside his dick. Not only that, he felt his balls expanding to hold it all! Atlas couldn’t see any of it because it was covered up, but he felt his skin stretching thinner and thinner, accommodating the unwanted house guest. Eventually, that stopped, too. There was much less left at that point, but there was still more to go. \n\nSpreading around his thighs and up to his waist, it formed a layer around his body. It looked like biker shorts, not a trace of his fur could be seen underneath it. He got up and stood in front of the full-body mirror by the closet. His balls were as big as grapefruits! The latex around his body made it look like he was wearing skin tight underwear. “Sir, is everything ok? Has your wife conformed to your body?”\n\nAtlas let out a sigh. “Yes, she has.” He walked back to the phone. “Will she be ok?” \n\nSubjects are usually very in recovery times. The lowest was a week, the most was a year, but the average was a month.”\n\n“You’re telling me Isa’s gonna be wrapped around my body for a month!?”\n\n“Yes. She’ll be as good as new, probably. Now, place the chip where a logo would go on the front waistband of a pair of boxers.” He placed the chip as directed, and it sunk into the latex. “Once she’s recovered, she’ll reappear. We’ll want to see her back at the clinic for a check-up, of course.”\n\n“And let me guess,” he started, “this isn’t-“\n\n“Covered under a warranty. Exactly.” The woman said. “I hope you make the big bucks, sir, and that you’ve learned to read the directions on things.”\n\nAtlas facepalmed. “Yeah, sure. See you in a month.”\n\n* * *\n\nThree weeks had passed, and still no sign of Isa reforming. Atlas sat at his desk, wishing the itchiness around his ass would stop. The thickness of the latex was just thick enough that he couldn’t reach it. Not even to mention how pent-up he was. Trying to hide his condition from everyone else was hard. He had to sit down with his boss and spill all the details just to justify wearing sweatpants to work for a while. Luckily, he was granted permission as long as they were black, navy blue, or grey. His boss quickly retracted his statement on grey, realizing it was easy to see how big his nuts were and how big his dick was getting from being pent up.\n\nSo, there he sat, working on the Stanford account. His plans had changed since this happened. Usually, he’d go out drinking with the boys on Saturdays, but he had no idea what alcohol would do to Isa. Instead, he went home and took a long shower, hoping that the water would be soaked up by the latex and wash off his body. Sitting was more difficult than ever. He had to spread his legs out and let his inflated balls sit in front of him like a cushion. \n\nAtlas picked up his mug of coffee, craving a hit of caffeine. Suddenly, his waist started to vibrate violently. The black sweatpants started to swell in size. Something was in his pants and not in the fun way. “Oh my god!” Atlas shot up from his chair, his balls swinging around like medicine balls. “It’s happening!”\n\n“What’s happening, Captain Sweatpants?” The deer in the cubicle next to him asked, rolling over into Atlas’s cubicle.\n\n“My wife is coming back!” Atlas shouted as his pants began to rip from the rapid swelling. The deer dove from his chair and into his cubicle. His pants exploded with a *POW* that echoed throughout the office. Atlas fell on his ass, nearly knocking over the cubicle wall. Papers fell off the wall, fluttering down and covering his body. He was now naked from the waist down. For the first time in weeks, he felt the air on his dick; he felt carpet on his ass, and he was free! \n\n“Hey, honey.” Atlas felt a clawed hand touch his dick. He frantically removed the papers from his body. It was Isa. She wasn’t covered in latex, no visor over her eyes, she was back to normal. Well, mostly. She took a deep smell around his dick, “Now that’s a musky man.” \n\nIt seemed the showers didn’t work after all. Atlas’s balls were muskier than a smut writer who gets off to his work as he writes. It spread throughout the office, yielding groans from the other employees and a few moans of pleasure from some of the females. “Isa, I’m so sorry I did that to you.” He lunged forward and wrapped Isa in the tightest hug he could muster. “I promise I’ll never treat you like a fucktoy again.”\n\nIsa didn’t seem to share that sentiment. Rather than hug him back or reply with a snarky remark, she looked at his dick. “Why don’t we go home? I think we need to test some things out?”\n\n“Test what?” Could she mean her body? They did have to call the help line to schedule an appointment and see if she was ok. Then he looked at Isa more intently. She was staring intently at his dick. Atlas’s jaw dropped. It was twice the size it was before; even the knot was thicker! He felt that itch again, and on instinct, he was finally able to scratch it. What he felt was not what he expected. His asshole was thick, wide, and puffy. All those weeks of being plugged up and filled gave him a donut! He didn’t know what to say. “I, uh..” Isa placed a finger over his mouth. Caressing her tits, he noticed something else. Her breasts were as large as he made them before she started getting melty. That latex had made changes to them both. \n\n“I wanna see if you can fuck these nipples again.” Isa squeezed her nipples, and they spread open. Probably wide enough to fit his dick inside. \n\n“Why wait?” Atlas asked, standing up, “I hate this job anyway.” He spit on his dick, providing some lubrication, and pressed his dick against her right nipple. In it slid, the tightness was incredible. Atlas moaned in pleasure, as did Isa, but louder and sluttier. He didn’t hold back; he thrust and thrust like there was no tomorrow. \n\nThe deer, covering his nose, peeked over from his cubicle and saw what was happening. “Atlas, you dog!” Many others had cleared the floor, hating the musky smell, but not everyone. Those that remained followed the *plap plap plap* of skin-on-skin contact and watched. They had never seen a nipple be fucked before, except for those in hentai. A few of the guys unzipped their pants and started jerking off, others following suit. \n\nAtlas didn’t care that they were being watched. This was the best day of his life. His wife was back and sexier than before, his dick was now a massive hog, and he was fucking her tit. “Hey, Atlas,” the Deer came up behind Isa, “mind if I join you?” The two had been friends for a few years. They had even gone on double dates. Atlas could only nod, unable to make any other noises except for grunts and moans. He slid up next to Atlas, dropped his pants, and started fucking Isa’s left tit.\n\nThe sounds of sex had doubled now. Some of the other guys who had already unzipped their pants had even walked up to Isa and waved their dicks around, asking for a hand job. Isa was already in the zone; what was a little more? Isa caressed their dicks, giving the other guys a hand job as her tits were being pounded, re-shaped, and soon, cream filled. This continued for what felt like hours, Isa taking turns stroking guys' dicks, and Atlas and his bro fucked her tits. Finally, Atlas had to cum. His balls shriveled, his dick throbbed, and he spewed. Rope after rope of jizz sent flying into her breast only inflated it. The deer wasn’t that far behind, shooting his cum into Isa’s other breast. \n\nThe office had a fuckfest that evening, celebrating Isa’s return. Memories were made, sexualities were reconsidered and discovered, and good times were had by all. Atlas walked out of the building that night with an ass full of cum from other employees, a limp dick, tired out from cumming inside of everyone, and not only the musk from three years of not washing his groin but the musk from several other men who found him attractive and/or cute. Isa left with Atlas, with tits three times the size than before, a pussy dripping with cum, stronger arm muscles, and everyone’s numbers.\n\n“Hey, hun.” Atlas turned to Isa as they made it to the car.\n\n“Yeah?”\n\n“You wanna become swingers?”\n\n\n\n\n\n\n \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "A Long Droning On

It was a long week at work. Atlas just wanted to get home. Office work was not miraculous nor fulfilling, but it put food on the table and gave him something to do. The timberwolf checked his phone as he was leaving his cubicle.

Isa
Hey hun, I’ve got a surprise for you when you get back.
I’m not spoiling it either!

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He hid his phone quickly. What he saw was his gator wife topless from her breasts up, and he wasn’t about to get in trouble for looking at nudity at work. He zoomed down the stairs and into the car park. Looking at the picture in the privacy of his sedan, he took everything in. Isa was on the bed, her yellow underbelly scales accenting her breasts and pussy, while her arm rested on her sides, posing like “one of your French girls.”  

His parents always called him crazy for marrying an alligator, but he couldn’t be happier. Sure, her looks and personality were the main reasons he loved her so much, but it was her lust and sex drive that sealed the deal. Isa’s tits were his ideal size, just large enough to spill out of his hands. Not even to mention her body in general. Half the time when he came home, she was already stripped and ready for a hot night of fun.

Atlas resisted the urge to jerk off in the car and drove home. He couldn’t wait to see what she had planned tonight. Time seemed to contradict itself; he sped home on the expressway, but time seemed to drag like it did at work. Finally, he arrived home. Not even grabbing his things, he ran inside, expecting to see Isa in the doorway waiting for him. Instead, no one was there.

He was confused. “Isa?” He checked the living room, thinking she was on the couch. No luck. What about the kitchen? “You hiding from me, hun?” The kitchen was empty, too. “No way…” He began stripping as he made his way to the bathroom. She loved shower sex, and it was pretty hot today. Maybe she was waiting there for him. Opening the door, he was disappointed yet again, standing in the bathroom entry, stripped down to his thong.

That left only one place. “You’re in the bedroom.” He slowly crept to the bedroom door, listening for any sound at all. Isa fingering herself, her moaning, or any sound that gave away her presence. Nothing again. Atlas opened the door and nearly fell over. A creature dressed entirely in black laid on the bed, like it was in a coffin. Its whole body was covered in black latex with a visor over the eyes, currently displaying Z’s, portraying it was asleep. It looked like Isa: a long snout, a tail with ridges along the top, and the same size of breasts, but everything was covered in gooey, shiny, black latex.

Beside it sat Isa’s phone and a folded piece of paper. Cautiously approaching the bed, he reached for the paper and unfolded it.

Babe,

I wanted to keep this a surprise. Last week, I got that Drone Control Chip installed while you were on your business trip. I wanted to use it right away, but I had to wait a week for it to integrate with my brain. The app is installed on my phone. Use me however you want; I’m your drone to control. Fuck me like a toy all weekend! Fulfill all your sick and twisted fantasies.

“Oh my god! Isa!” Atlas grabbed her phone and unlocked it. A new app sat in the middle of the screen, labeled Drone Control. Opening it, there were only five buttons. A big green button labeled Awake, another labeled Sleep, a blue, square button labeled V.C., and a small red button in the corner with a power button symbol. “Looks easy enough. Who needs a manual?” He pressed the green button, and Isa shot up to a seated position.

“Drone is active.” Isa turned and faced Atlas. “Ready for use.”

His dick shot up so fast he nearly ripped his thong. It sounded like Isa. It looked like Isa, but he was willing to bet it felt better than Isa. He finished the job, ripping the thong off his body, and jumped on the bed. His larger-than-average dick now sat at mouth height. Isa, however, stayed sitting there, not doing anything. Atlas grabbed his dick and slapped it around on her snout, which was always difficult to fit it into, considering it was so large. No reaction. “Isa, come on. Don’t you want this dick?” She continued to sit there and not react.

Then he remembered. Grabbing the phone from the bed, he tapped the V.C. button. “That must be Voice Command, right?”

“Voice Command active.”

“Yep.” He tossed the phone aside once more and looked at Isa. “Isa, suck my dick.” Immediately and without words, she grabbed his dick with her clawed hands and started sucking on the tip the way he liked it. “Oh god!” Atlas grabbed her head for support, only causing her to suck harder and deeper. “Fuuuuck!” He started thrusting. Isa moved her hands and allowed him to use her maw as a fleshlight. He came faster than he ever had before. The hot, moist mouth hole that the latex helped create was exquisite. Not a drop escaped her maw.

“Isa, you can speak.” He didn’t know if it would work, but he wanted Isa to let her moans loose as he was about to do this. “On your knees and present your pussy.” He wasn’t usually this bossy and demanding, but voice commands made anyone sound that way. Isa obeyed and proudly showed him her dripping wet pussy. Atlas shoved his snout into her pussy, taking in all the smells and soaking in the various juices from her pussy. It didn’t smell any different than before; he thought it would since she was currently his drone. Rather than smell like latex, she reeked of sex, fish, and salt.

Lapping up all of her juices, Isa released moan after moan, sounding less like a drone and more like herself. “More! Drone wants more!”

Atlas pulled his maw out of her pussy, and spanked Isa’s ass loudly and firmly, watching the latex jiggle. She let out a scream and begged for more. Atlas spanked her ass, enjoying the jiggle. His dick certainly did, twitching while standing tall and beginning to leak precum. “I think you’re ready, slut.” He was really letting loose.

“Please, fuck me hard!” The drone cried. “Fuck me and fill this drone with your cum!” Isa wiggled her misshapen ass.

“Of course, slut.” Atlas grabbed her sides hips and thrust his dick into her pussy to the knot with no regard for her pussy. He had done plenty of prep beforehand, anyway. His dick slid in effortlessly. He began thrusting furiously; he had never felt anything like this before. Isa’s pussy was firm and tight before, but he made to loosen it up slowly over time with his knot. However, now it was wet, slick, and hot. The warmth on his dick only made him thrust faster.

Hearts appeared on her visor. Big, pulsing hearts. Isa moaned with each thrust, not keeping her voice contained at all. It was as if she didn’t know she was droned at all. Her breasts flopped with each thrust. It wasn’t long before Atlas had to cum. “Isa, I’m gonna cum!”

“Fill me!”

Atlas didn’t hold back. He thrust one last time, to the knot, and shot his load inside her. It was gonna be a while until he was able to pull out. Atlas pulled Isa back on top of him, and he played with her tits until he was deflated. They had all weekend to fuck each other’s brains out.




It was the next day, and Atlas had lost count of how many times he came inside Isa. He tossed the sheets off him and walked out to the kitchen to get things around for food, not caring that he was naked. The two of them often roamed the house nude. He tossed a pod into the coffee maker and pressed start. Looking in the fridge, he looked around for things he could get instant gratification from. “Leftover Chinese from Thursday… Nah.” He pulled out the carton of eggs and set them by the stove. Turning back to the fridge, he pulled out the milk and cheese. He started making himself an omelet. Atlas enjoyed his morning in peace and quiet, the way he liked his mornings. As he sat down and stabbed his omelet, he realized that he had never undrained Isa.

Immediately, he ran back to the bedroom and checked on her. There she was, resting in a little spoon position like she had all night when they finally passed out. Her visor showed little Z’s rising from the bottom of the screen. “Oh, thank god.” He opened her phone and saw there was a notification from the Drone Control app.

Warning. You have left your drone active for more than 12 hours. Prolonged use can cause unknown side effects.

“Well, shit.” He looked at Isa. She looked fine. She didn’t seem to be growing a third arm or anything weird. “She’s fine.” He pressed the wake button in the app, tossed the phone on the bed, and said to her, “Drone, follow me.” Isa rose from her resting position and followed him without any objections or protest. He made her some food and told her to eat. “You wanna fuck all weekend? You can’t do that on an empty stomach, hun.” Isa ate her omelet, but robotically. Stiff movements with the fork and slowly moving the chunks of food into her mouth.

Once they were done eating, Atlas stood up. “Drone, kneel in front of me.” She obeyed. Isa was always taller than him, and he had a minor complex about that, but there was one thing that was great about it. She was just the right height for titjobs. “Service me.” Isa produced some lube from her mouth and lubricated his dick. Before his eyes, she inflated her already sizable breasts to an even bigger size. Where they were already about the size of a cantaloupe, they were now the size of a watermelon.

“I see these are to your pleasure,” Isa said plainly as she began to rub Atlas’s dick between her newly inflated tits. The lube made a sloppy *shlorp* sound every rise and fall of her breasts. Atlas held onto her head for support, as the pleasure was too much for him. “I know all of your desires. We shall fulfill them.” Isa started slurping on his head, bombing him with extra stimulation.

“AAaaaAAAAH.” He held on to her head with both hands, pushing her up and down over his dick. Shortly after that, he shot his cum into her maw. Again, not a single drop was wasted.

“Let us continue on the bed,” Isa said as the drone grabbed Atlas’s hand and walked him to the bedroom. Isa stood at the edge of the bed and ushered Atlas onto the bed. He was at dick height once more, but she had something else on her mind. She caressed his dick, mostly hard but still ready for another round. She navigated the tip of his dick to her nipple. Atlas gasped in awe as his dick penetrated her nipple. This was the one thing he knew he could never do because nipples were just too small.

“Oh, you’re in trouble now.” Atlas grasped her shoulders and started thrusting into her soft, titty flesh feverishly. It was like fucking a balloon. The softness caved in with each thrust, but the tightness of the hold gave plenty of stimulation. Somehow, it was moist inside her nipples, providing plenty of lubricant for his thrusts. Isa didn’t hold back her moans either, caressing her other nipple and pulling it like it was utter. He felt it coming but couldn’t stop himself. He came inside her nipple and could have sworn it swelled up a size.  

A musk was in the air. He could smell his own, but also a smell of cum and sex. Atlas loved this smell and wanted to bathe every inch of Isa in it. He wouldn’t just stop with her breasts, either. He’d fuck the other one. See if he could fuck her brain in this state too! All of his dark fantasies could be made real! So he grabbed Isa and plunged his dick into her ear canal.

It felt wet, hot, goopy, amazing! He didn’t waste any time with his thrusting; unfortunately for him, he started cumming faster and faster the longer he pushed himself. However, he had a big supply of cum, so that wouldn’t stop him. He’d just cum a few times to make up for the lost time. Yeah, simple. He watched Isa’s head rock back and forth as he shoved his dick into her head. The visor occasionally froze or short-circuited but always came back on. “Fuck yeah, you’re not just a drone, are you?” Isa didn’t answer. Probably couldn’t hear him with all the pounding. “You’re a latex fuck doll. You’re my fuck doll, Isa.” As he expected, he shot a load of hot cum into her ears. He didn’t see it ooze out, so he assumed it stayed in her head. “Good, I’ll fill your head with my cum, since you always have sex on the brain.”

They still had the weekend ahead of them.




Atlas woke up, and he could remember everything. How he fucked every hole on Isa’s body. He even plunged into her ears and shot his cum into her brain. “Hey, fuck doll.” He turned to see Isa on the bed, a little goopier than usual. Z’s still showed on the visor. Searching for the phone, he saw another notification.

Warning:
Error with chip integration. Cooldown recommended.

“Cooldown?” He woke her up again. “We still have a day to go.” However, something wasn’t right. Isa could still maintain her form, but she was awfully drippy. The latex would form and make its way back into the body, but this wasn’t how she was yesterday. “Isa?”

“Drone is functional.” Isa replied. The voice was more robotic and lacked the intonation and charm of Isa’s voice, but it was all he needed.

“Forget food. We’re going for round three.” He shoved her onto the bed with a *splat* and immediately shoved his dick into her mouth. He had trouble finding her pussy under all the drippy latex, but he eventually found it underneath half an inch of near-liquid latex. He dove in, tasting her fluids while thrusting relentlessly into her maw. He didn’t care about her well-being anymore. He only wanted the sex.

After that, he fucked her nipples again, which were easier to plunge into now that they were goopy. They weren’t as tight as before, but they felt even better than last time. Her tits didn’t increase in size, though; they just absorbed the cum and stayed goopy. Atlas didn’t think about it at all, though; he just continued on with his fuckfest. Her pussy, her ass, nothing was safe.

Atlas just shot another load into her ears, collapsing onto the bed. “Man, hun, this was the best thing you ever could have done.” But Isa didn’t respond. In fact, she didn’t respond after any of his snide remarks. “Isa?” He sat up, supporting himself with his elbows. “Isa, hun?”

Isa was in no state to talk. Her body was reduced to nothing but goop after that last blast of cum. Suddenly, her phone made an alarm tone like an amber alert. He grabbed it from between the bed and the wall frantically and read the notification, wanting to turn the alarm off.

!!!WARNING!!!
SUBJECT IN CRITICAL CONDITION! CONSULT EMERGENCY LINE IMMEDIATELY!
XXX-XXX-XXXX

Atlas read the message over and over in his mind. “Critical condition? Critical condition?!” He looked at the pool of latex that was his wife. Some bubbles formed and popped, but otherwise, there was no movement. He tapped the link and called, holding in his panic.

“Hello, Drone Project emergency line, what’s happening?” The lady on the other end was calm.

“My wife is a puddle of goo!” Atlas couldn’t keep his composure completely.

“Alright, sir, that’s a very straightforward problem.” It was like she had heard this many times before. “How long was she in the suit?”

“I-I-I-I-I don’t know, about 36 hours?”

“Alright. It’s not too late.” She typed on her keyboard before continuing. “Here’s what you need to do, sir. Locate the chip in the puddle and tap the small red button five times in three seconds.”

“I have to dig in my wife’s body?!”

“If you want her to live.” She said this matter-of-factly.

“Alright, I’ll look.” He set down the phone and put it on speaker. “Is there anything I should look for?”

“A small blinking light. The chip is no larger than a 10 mg melatonin tablet.” He dug around as she instructed him. “Once you find it, there should be a small red button.”

Atlas felt miserable. He had ignored the earnings, and now she was a puddle of goop. As he ran his fingers through her body, looking for anything solid, he was holding back tears. Then, he felt it. “FOUND IT!”

“Good. Now, before you press that button, you need to know this.” It sounded urgent.

“Alright.”

“As soon as you press that button five times within three seconds, close your mouth and do not open it. You’ll know when you can open it again.”

“What?”

“Do you trust me?” She asked urgently.

Atlas took a deep breath. “Yes.” The button was very small, only taking up a fifth of the chip. He pressed it with one of his duller claws. Immediately, his wife’s goop began to rumble. In one fell swoop, it lunged for him and covered his body. Atlas felt cold and sticky. The latex wrapped around his groin and oozed around. Keeping his mouth closed, he looked at the phone.

“Sir, if you can hear me, press one on the keypad!” He slowly reached for the keypad and pressed 1. “OK, good. It’s looking for a heat source. That’s you. Hold still while it gets comfortable.”

Comfortable for the goo was not comfortable for Atlas. It started leaking into his ass, filling his anal cavity. Almost opening his mouth, he let out a muffled cry. It spread him out and filled him up, going deeper than any enema he had had ever dared. The goop conformed to every line, every crease, and every fold on his groin. It formed what was undeniably skin-tight spandex on his body.

Atlas was enduring the feeling of his ass being filled, but suddenly, it stopped. It was as full as it could go. He looked down and saw that there was still plenty left. Where was it gonna go? “Oh no!” He screamed underneath his hands as he felt his urethra spreading. It was sliding inside his dick. Not only that, he felt his balls expanding to hold it all! Atlas couldn’t see any of it because it was covered up, but he felt his skin stretching thinner and thinner, accommodating the unwanted house guest. Eventually, that stopped, too. There was much less left at that point, but there was still more to go.

Spreading around his thighs and up to his waist, it formed a layer around his body. It looked like biker shorts, not a trace of his fur could be seen underneath it. He got up and stood in front of the full-body mirror by the closet. His balls were as big as grapefruits! The latex around his body made it look like he was wearing skin tight underwear. “Sir, is everything ok? Has your wife conformed to your body?”

Atlas let out a sigh. “Yes, she has.” He walked back to the phone. “Will she be ok?”

Subjects are usually very in recovery times. The lowest was a week, the most was a year, but the average was a month.”

“You’re telling me Isa’s gonna be wrapped around my body for a month!?”

“Yes. She’ll be as good as new, probably. Now, place the chip where a logo would go on the front waistband of a pair of boxers.” He placed the chip as directed, and it sunk into the latex. “Once she’s recovered, she’ll reappear. We’ll want to see her back at the clinic for a check-up, of course.”

“And let me guess,” he started, “this isn’t-“

“Covered under a warranty. Exactly.” The woman said. “I hope you make the big bucks, sir, and that you’ve learned to read the directions on things.”

Atlas facepalmed. “Yeah, sure. See you in a month.”

*          *          *

Three weeks had passed, and still no sign of Isa reforming. Atlas sat at his desk, wishing the itchiness around his ass would stop. The thickness of the latex was just thick enough that he couldn’t reach it. Not even to mention how pent-up he was. Trying to hide his condition from everyone else was hard. He had to sit down with his boss and spill all the details just to justify wearing sweatpants to work for a while. Luckily, he was granted permission as long as they were black, navy blue, or grey. His boss quickly retracted his statement on grey, realizing it was easy to see how big his nuts were and how big his dick was getting from being pent up.

So, there he sat, working on the Stanford account. His plans had changed since this happened. Usually, he’d go out drinking with the boys on Saturdays, but he had no idea what alcohol would do to Isa. Instead, he went home and took a long shower, hoping that the water would be soaked up by the latex and wash off his body. Sitting was more difficult than ever. He had to spread his legs out and let his inflated balls sit in front of him like a cushion.

Atlas picked up his mug of coffee, craving a hit of caffeine. Suddenly, his waist started to vibrate violently. The black sweatpants started to swell in size. Something was in his pants and not in the fun way. “Oh my god!” Atlas shot up from his chair, his balls swinging around like medicine balls. “It’s happening!”

“What’s happening, Captain Sweatpants?” The deer in the cubicle next to him asked, rolling over into Atlas’s cubicle.

“My wife is coming back!” Atlas shouted as his pants began to rip from the rapid swelling. The deer dove from his chair and into his cubicle. His pants exploded with a *POW* that echoed throughout the office. Atlas fell on his ass, nearly knocking over the cubicle wall. Papers fell off the wall, fluttering down and covering his body. He was now naked from the waist down. For the first time in weeks, he felt the air on his dick; he felt carpet on his ass, and he was free!

“Hey, honey.” Atlas felt a clawed hand touch his dick. He frantically removed the papers from his body. It was Isa. She wasn’t covered in latex, no visor over her eyes, she was back to normal. Well, mostly. She took a deep smell around his dick, “Now that’s a musky man.”

It seemed the showers didn’t work after all. Atlas’s balls were muskier than a smut writer who gets off to his work as he writes. It spread throughout the office, yielding groans from the other employees and a few moans of pleasure from some of the females. “Isa, I’m so sorry I did that to you.” He lunged forward and wrapped Isa in the tightest hug he could muster. “I promise I’ll never treat you like a fucktoy again.”

Isa didn’t seem to share that sentiment. Rather than hug him back or reply with a snarky remark, she looked at his dick. “Why don’t we go home? I think we need to test some things out?”

“Test what?” Could she mean her body? They did have to call the help line to schedule an appointment and see if she was ok. Then he looked at Isa more intently. She was staring intently at his dick. Atlas’s jaw dropped. It was twice the size it was before; even the knot was thicker! He felt that itch again, and on instinct, he was finally able to scratch it. What he felt was not what he expected. His asshole was thick, wide, and puffy. All those weeks of being plugged up and filled gave him a donut! He didn’t know what to say. “I, uh..” Isa placed a finger over his mouth. Caressing her tits, he noticed something else. Her breasts were as large as he made them before she started getting melty. That latex had made changes to them both.

“I wanna see if you can fuck these nipples again.” Isa squeezed her nipples, and they spread open. Probably wide enough to fit his dick inside.

“Why wait?” Atlas asked, standing up, “I hate this job anyway.” He spit on his dick, providing some lubrication, and pressed his dick against her right nipple. In it slid, the tightness was incredible. Atlas moaned in pleasure, as did Isa, but louder and sluttier. He didn’t hold back; he thrust and thrust like there was no tomorrow.

The deer, covering his nose, peeked over from his cubicle and saw what was happening. “Atlas, you dog!” Many others had cleared the floor, hating the musky smell, but not everyone. Those that remained followed the *plap plap plap* of skin-on-skin contact and watched. They had never seen a nipple be fucked before, except for those in hentai. A few of the guys unzipped their pants and started jerking off, others following suit.

Atlas didn’t care that they were being watched. This was the best day of his life. His wife was back and sexier than before, his dick was now a massive hog, and he was fucking her tit. “Hey, Atlas,” the Deer came up behind Isa, “mind if I join you?” The two had been friends for a few years. They had even gone on double dates. Atlas could only nod, unable to make any other noises except for grunts and moans. He slid up next to Atlas, dropped his pants, and started fucking Isa’s left tit.

The sounds of sex had doubled now. Some of the other guys who had already unzipped their pants had even walked up to Isa and waved their dicks around, asking for a hand job. Isa was already in the zone; what was a little more? Isa caressed their dicks, giving the other guys a hand job as her tits were being pounded, re-shaped, and soon, cream filled. This continued for what felt like hours, Isa taking turns stroking guys' dicks, and Atlas and his bro fucked her tits. Finally, Atlas had to cum. His balls shriveled, his dick throbbed, and he spewed. Rope after rope of jizz sent flying into her breast only inflated it. The deer wasn’t that far behind, shooting his cum into Isa’s other breast.

The office had a fuckfest that evening, celebrating Isa’s return. Memories were made, sexualities were reconsidered and discovered, and good times were had by all. Atlas walked out of the building that night with an ass full of cum from other employees, a limp dick, tired out from cumming inside of everyone, and not only the musk from three years of not washing his groin but the musk from several other men who found him attractive and/or cute. Isa left with Atlas, with tits three times the size than before, a pussy dripping with cum, stronger arm muscles, and everyone’s numbers.

“Hey, hun.” Atlas turned to Isa as they made it to the car.

“Yeah?”

“You wanna become swingers?”






 

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