GardeDrone #16

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ah fuck i let nyan run loose in the black rubber dronification factory. she could be any one of these identical-looking things *purposefully ignoring the 2-foot tall raptorial one headbutting me repeatedly* oh well im sure she wouldn't mind being stuck like that for awhile

STEM people are wayy more sexually fucked up than say, humanities or business people. business majors are usually vanilla with a chance of a relatively mainstream authority-based kink. a literature or philosophy major is probably into BDSM with fairly minimalistic equipment involved. engineers on the other hand, let me put it this way: the guy who died getting brutally fucked by a horse on camera was an engineer for Boeing. engineers wear chastity cages to work. software devs go crazy for gelbooru and deviantart. some of them may die from an accident involving an arduino-powered home built fucking machine. im in this sort of category myself, so let your freak flag fly. never let neopuritanism win. fuck it, show up in your dronification getup at the mall, society be damned.

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STEM people are wayy more sexually fucked up than say, humanities or business people. business majors are usually vanilla with a chance of a relatively mainstream authority-based kink. a literature or philosophy major is probably into BDSM with fairly minimalistic equipment involved. engineers on the other hand, let me put it this way: the guy who died getting brutally fucked by a horse on camera was an engineer for Boeing. engineers wear chastity cages to work. software devs go crazy for gelbooru and deviantart. some of them may die from an accident involving an arduino-powered home built fucking machine. im in this sort of category myself, so let your freak flag fly. never let neopuritanism win. fuck it, show up in your dronification getup at the mall, society be damned.

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rubber squishy stretchy awawawa rubberubberubber stretch meeeee :333 squishy squishyyyyyyyy X3

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rubber squishy stretchy awawawa rubberubberubber stretch meeeee :333 squishy squishyyyyyyyy X3

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Oh shit! Hey- sorry friend

*I turn around at look at you, and cock my head, confused- and you’re equally confused by my lack of face*

Yo- woah. You okay man? You’re not a Pooltoy anymore-

*I look even more confused*

*I nod and clasp your hand in my squishy mitt. I’m also way heavier than you expected!~*

*I push on the ground with my other mitt and we manage to get me upright- and then you can actually see my entire body suit- a poomfy, rubbery, faceless mega gardevoir, with a very obvious fox coloration~*

Heheh awwwww- you’re so cute!

*I hold my mitt up to my cheek and hold my upper arm with the other, swaying back and forth- if I had a face, I’d be blushing~*

Hehe- got any tips for how to be as cute as you?

*I point to a ‘B’ on a store’s sign, stop for a second while I think of how to communicate this, then give you a thumbs up with my mitt, and then point at myself- I then (non)face palm as I realize how horrible of an explanation that was*

Be- you?

*I make a ‘kinda’ motion with my mitt. I then just stretch my body suit out a bit, point at it, then point at you. I then let go and let it snap back into place*

Make sure to stretch-?

*I shake my head vehemently. I start to try to get across what I mean via charades again, then just shrug, turn around, and wave you along to follow me*

oh uh! Ok! (I do as directed)

(Do you mind if we retcon this to just be a normal mall?) *I lead you along to one of the few spaces that doesn’t have a store currently there, and is instead just empty*

Huh? Why here?

*I press on one of the wall panels next to the grate closing it off, depressing it enough to inch through, and hold it back for you to follow*

(I suck my stomach in tight, squeezing through)

*I bring you to the back of the empty storefront*

Oooookay now what? What’s the deal?

*I plop down and pat my lap, moreso a poomfy rubber dress, inviting you to sit down~*

*I turn you back around because I need access to your legs in order to create your new body suit~*

Awwwww, fine!

*I start cuddling your entire body, but put most of the pressure on your torso~ it feels like your ribs should be cracking, but instead you just feel a pleasant squishing sensation~*

Hhhh Woahh,, whatcha doin?

*I move down to hugging around your belly, and you can see that your chest is covered in a thick layer of plushy rubber, and also is plushy rubber*

*your belly is now covered with a thick layer of plushy rubber too, and is more plushy rubber itself, and I move on to start on your legs~*

Ack- nnnmm, hey! Thay tickles

*I wiggle happily and finish coating and transforming your legs, then pull at your waist, stretching your body suit out to have a poomfy dress, which is staying puffed out instead of snapping back into place- you also realize you can feel things that touch it, leading you to think that maybe it’s less of a suit and more of just your body~*

Eheheh, a dress? M I gonna be a clone of you? :0

*I move my mitt in a ‘kinda’ motion again, then trace my body and nod, then point at the different colors on my body and shake my head*

Same shape, different colors? Or just, different order of colors?

*I trace a 1 on your back, since I have no better way to tell you which of those is the case*

(I smile, nodding lazily as I rub my hands across my dress)

*the rubber spreads to your hands, turning them into mitts~*

Oh, hehe, guess I’ll be stuck unable to grab things!

*I spread the plushy rubber up your arm a bit, then grab your rubbery wrist in my mitt, getting a surprisingly good grip~ our mitts look kinda like if you could uncurl a boxing glove, at least in shape~*

Ah! Strong- will I be that strong?

*I nod happily~*

Wooo!

*I spread the rubber out across your arms too~*

Hehhe, whatcha gonna make me, huh?

*I tilt my head, confused by what you mean*

Well, clearly I’m gonna be like you- but what are you?

*I think for a second about how to communicate what I want, then give up and point to my lack of face and shrug, since there’s not really a good way to explain it without words.*

*I point to my head and tilt it, trying to ask if you want me to do your head yet or not*

hmm? Oh uhh! You can go up my neck a bit, but I wanna keep my head for now!

*I spread the rubber up your neck a bit- and your new body’s color palette is finally appearing!~*

*you’re black and blue with gold highlights!~*

Ooooh, I love it!! This is amazing! Do you have anything else to do besides my head?

*I wiggle my mitt in a ‘kinda’ motion again, then fluff up some of your rubber, but then shrug*

Mmm, ok! Let’s do my head then!

*I nod and spread the rubber up to cover your head, meaning your entire body is now covered in plushy rubber, and your old body is now entirely turned into more of that same plushy rubber. I then start massaging your head into shape, which feels really nice~ you can also already see with the plain rubber surface that replaces your face- whenever I squish and stretch it, your vision gets crinkled and distorted, too~*

*I squish and stretch you all over, excited to finally be able to cuddle you with reckless abandon~*

*I tilt my head then pull out your non-face*

(I seem ecstatic by that, reminding me of a snout)

*I push on your non-face with my other mitt, stretching you out as far as possible~*

*I shake my head and pull you back, then start wrapping you around my body~*

Garde! Voiiirrrr!~

*I get up and stretch you out, squishing myself with your body even more~*

*I accidentally let go and sling you to the side into a pile of debris- it gets stuck to your body, and you’re no longer shiny. Sad :( luckily, we MG libredrones have a place set up nearby where we can put you in the polisher!~*

Garde! (I whine, lamenting my lack of shiny ness and the debris covering me)

*I go over and clasp my mitts and bow as the closest thing to an apology I can give, then help you up and lead you out a back door to outside the mall*

(I dizzily follow after you)

*I lead you along to another door leading back into another store- when we enter, though, there’s a wall blocking it off from the rest of the mall. This room actually has stuff in it, mostly training equipment, but also a machine that has robotic arms with buffing wheels on them~ they look very ticklish to be polished with, which explains the restraints on the machine for your wrists and ankles~*

(I perk up, running over to the machine and standing in it, waiting for something to turn on)

*it’s not automatic~ I go over and put your wrists and ankles into the restraints- one right above your head for both your wrists, and two spread apart for your ankles- they hold your wrists and ankles close enough to one another that you need to kneel to properly fit~ I then go over and start working the control panel, to start the different arms’ programs. I take a while, letting you get excited for what’s to come as you look around at the buffing wheels~*

(I wiggle around in my restraints happily, anticipating a good clean)

*a fun clean, too~ I manage to get one of the arms started, and happily watch as it cleans, buffs, and polishes your entire head, tickling you all the while, and continuing to even once it’s finished~*

*I get another one going around your torso, and once it’s done it focuses on your boobs and chest spikes- oh yeah, your new body has those, and they’re all very sensitive, so it feels very, very good~*

Voirrrrr!~

*I mess with some settings to make the buffing even more intense, making it even ticklier and unbelievably comfy- if you weren’t held in place, you’d be squirming like crazy, and something about the inability to do so just makes it tickle more!~ plus, getting polished like this seems to just make you even more sensitive to the stimulation you’re receiving~ anyways, I set the one that was working on your head to work on your chest, meaning each breast gets its own buffing wheel, and set two more to work on your lower half- one for the outside of your dress, and one for the inside and your legs~ they move around, making sure to polish every single nook and cranny of your body~*

(By this point I seem to have completely blissed out, barely uttering anything but giggles as I try to touch the buffers)

Lucar-devoire!

*another needle injects a bunch of plushy rubber into your crotch, turning it into a nulge, and making it way more sensitive to the pleasure of being polished~*

Luca! Hhh-

*I let the polishing and buffing wheels do their work, and I come over to watch you squirm from the sheer amount of pleasure you’re enjoying~*

(I try and squirm out of my restraints so I can fully enjoy the buffing, occasionally gesturing for more buffers and such(

*you can’t get out of your restraints, and there aren’t any more buffing wheels, but I go over to at least speed them up for you so they’re buffing you more vigorously and feel way better~*

(I whiny happily, trying to shove my non face directly into a wheel)

*you can only really look down to touch your non face to the side of the wheels polishing your breasts. As your breasts are tickled and polished, they grow more and more sensitive, and the same goes for your nulge, which now has two buffing wheels tickling and polishing it- the sensation is almost torturously pleasurable, and I even seem a little jealous~*

(I giggle as I notice you, trying to make the gestures to invite you over)

*I shake my head, since I can’t really join in in any way*

(I whine, in both disappointment and pleasure)

*I go back over to set the buffers to finish cleaning you instead of focusing on your particularly sensitive bits, and have a needle drain the extra rubber in your crotch, reverting your nulge to smooth rubber~*

*I look to the side awkwardly*

(I tilt my head in confusion, while trying to unrestrained myself)

*I come over and undo the restraints for you, and then try to remember how to temporarily de-libredrone someone…*

(While you do that, I happily paw at my dress, trying to lift up the edges and see the underside )

*the folds are disconnected, so it’s easy to part them. Meanwhile, I’m looking through a Gardedrone manual to figure out how to de-drone you for a bit~*

(Once I part the folds, I sit down, carefully looking over and feeling the under dress area)

*it’s still sensitive down there, but not nearly as much as your nulge was- instead, it just as sensitive as the rest of your body, including your dress, giving you a bit more of a muted pleasant sensation, just like squishing any other part of your body does~*

*I’ve finally found what I’m looking for, and I pull on the rubbery, floofy protrusions on the sides of your head, and your body turns back to normal, though is still encased in your new body, which is currently acting like a rubbery suit. It then all retracts into your rubbery gold collar, the only part of your new body that’s still visible*

Oh! Woah- that’s fucking rad man!!! So I just press the collar whenever I wanna poof up?

*I nod happily, but then point at my own floofy rubbery protrusions and shake my head, trying to tell you that I want to stay a drone right now~*

*I really want to cuddle you back, but I’m too scared that I’ll end up breaking your ribs…*

*and now I happily squish your head with enough force to crack your skull, if you still had one~*

(I whine happily as you do, punching you super hard right in the stomach

*It just sinks into my body painlessly~*

*I curl up a bit around your mitt, trapping it in my belly~*

*your arm just strreeeetches really far out~*

(I try and grab my arm with my other mitt, adding some more strength to the pull)

*it’s like taffy, except it’ll never break~*

Garde Garde!

*I reel you back in and cuddle you~*

*Unable to cuddle back with my arms trapped in you, I just gratefully except the cuddles*

*I let your arms out*