LeetCo: Project PL-345-UR3 (Tags inside)

Story by leeter

Title: LeetCo: How to Assemble A Gynoid Queen

Series LeetCo: Project PL-345-UR3

Status: Incomplete

Tags: brain play, drone, dronification, futa, futanari, gynoid, gynomorph, latex, latex tf, male to futa, medical play, mth, squick, transformation, watersports, fth, female to futa

Description: LeetCo begins its newest endeavor, Project PL-345-UR3. Resistance is futile, the collective is forming.

Author's Note: This story contains extreme kinks including or similar to watersports, brain-play, medical-play, body horror, and gore. Readers should decide if that is for them prior to reading.

Chapter 1: How to Assemble A Gynoid Queen

Jake sat on his bed carefully strapping on thigh high glossy black latex hoof boots. He adored his toys and he enjoyed more than anything becoming Adora, the drone queen. He was covered from neck to toe in black latex, a tight corset bound his waist to a feminine figure. At the top of the corset were D-cup breast forms reflecting a form he wished he had. Jake cupped the latex coated fake teats with one hand moaning as if they were his own. His other dropping to grope the null bulge that entrapped his cock, tightly sealed away in chastity beneath inflated latex to dull the sensations. Below it was a fake latex doll pussy, a finger diving inside to tease at his clit. His pre club ritual complete he reached over and grabbed the full face mask and pulled it over his features, the mask's puffy lips taking over his own leaving only his eyes visible. He looked at himself in the mirror seeing not Jake, but Adora drone queen. Her purple hair cascading down in a high ponytail from the mask's scalp. He blew a kiss to his queen before she grabbed the apartment keys and his phone and left for the club.

The apartment door closed behind Adora. She set Jake's keys on the hook, and his phone in the charger. A slip of paper caught her eye, it had gotten caught in one of the straps of her boots. She leaned down and picked it up, glancing at the flyer from a company called LeetCo for a second before putting it on Jake's keyboard for him to decide what to do with it. She sauntered off to the bathroom to clean her gear and shower.

Jake finished cleaning up the next morning, neatly stowing Adora's gear away cleaned and cared for lovingly. He smiled remembering the fun they'd had at the club that night. Drones crawling to kiss her hooves as she teased and edged them brutally. It made him hard just thinking about it. He ran a hand through his brown hair and put on his glasses sitting down at his computer. The LeetCo flyer sitting right on top of his keyboard. Jake looked at it curiously, it wasn't like Adora to leave him notes.

The flyer was for a company he'd never heard of, they were advertising living a life of kink full time. He laughed at the "Become the True You!" line. He tossed it towards the trash and missed, the flyer laying there on the floor. Adora didn't leave him notes, so why had she this time? Jake got up and picked it up again. He booted his computer and went to the website. It was apparently by appointment only, that in and of itself seemed odd. But he made an appointment through the online scheduler to humor Adora.

The process seemed oddly invasive, they wanted to know quite a lot of personal information. An animated chibi crimson demoness helper assistant on the site seemed determined to turn him away at every turn, and he got annoyed swatting away her warnings that this was permanent. He finally clicked the Yes I'm really sure button and leaned back. He'd just signed up to become a gynoid doll. Jake was either very sure it was a scam, and he'd regret it; or he'd become what Adora wanted him to be. Either way, he didn't really care. He'd rather be Adora or a doll than Jake.

The day of his appointment dawned cold and bright. The directions said to come dressed comfortably but to leave any valuables behind. The building was nondescript, blending seamlessly into the red brick buildings of the industrial area it sat square in the middle of. The lobby was empty not even a receptionist. A kiosk sat squarely in the middle of the room with a large sign reading Doll Volunteer Sign In and a big arrow pointing down to a screen.

Jake approached the kiosk, keying in the confirmation number he'd gotten when he signed up. It again annoyingly asked him if he was sure he wanted to proceed. He pressed yes firmly, rolling his eyes. Then it asked him for the name of his doll. Jake tilted his head, he hadn't expected his. He keyed in Adora Drone Queen almost as a joke. Maybe his new owner would keep the name, but he doubted it. He hit the final confirmation, and he heard the door behind him lock shut a door to his left opening.

"Adora Drone Queen, please proceed to decontamination." A pleasant female v

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