Older Drawing, Newly Colored. Still One Of My Favorites Though : )

Life of A Drone:

Pre-conversion we attempt to keep all volunteers as comfortable as possible to smooth the transformation process. At times a sites backlog requires it to keep subjects in holding facilities while they await their turn to undergo the process.

This unit patiently awaits the next stage of its conversion. Having already undergone physical reconstruction, it is bound and restrained to keep it from driving itself to a state of frenzy through self-stimulation. Once the mental wipe and imprinting are completed it will be released to its Owner, designated by its tag. At that point it will no longer care about its comfort or anything else aside from pleasuring its betters.

The Crying Sessions

“Oh ho, yes my lil crinkle butt, today will be quite the fun day, Nursey is all decked out. Aww, what’s the matter I’m not reached my gloved hand down to massage your diapee, I’m not putting the magic wand on the outside, and up nuh uh, not even what you say you “hate soooo much” your lil booty toy. Nope, no more sexual pleasure for you baby (well, at least for now, but he didn’t know that, he was supposed to believe it was permanent”) your nurse said. *Wait, NO!* you thought, you needed that release, especially from nursey, she was so cute, yet so in control. She had been milking you non stop for the past week. You NEEDED that release. “Ok sweetie!” Nursey said pulling out an ice cube and a chastity cage “let’s do an experiment and see how small we can get your lil pp before we shove it in the cage”. As she was about to do so, she muttered, “oh I almost forgot to turn on the light!”. Instantly the light began to flash on and off. Not so frequently, ot ate up your attention, but just enough to annoy you the more it dragged on. Especially with Nursey shoving your cock down to well below even it’s regular flaccid size. Once this was completed, Nursey began to edge you non stop, only letting a seemingly endless dribble of precum escape. Nursey had also taken away your pacifier. This had first led you to call her a bitch, met with a quick hard slap across the face. Then it led you to try and reason with her to let you out. Yet, Nursey never so much as batted an eye to your desperate complaints. That was until weeks had gone by before you finally had a enough and began kicking your arms and legs through the restraints, stomping down to accent your NO NO NO NO. This caught nursery’s attention as she turned her head to see you practically sobbing “IMMA BIG BOY”. Then it was too much, something snapped in your mind and you found yourself reverting to your most basic use of calling for comfort. You began to cry. At first a near muffled “p-p-pwease Nursey, l-l-let me have release!” Until it turned into you fully bawling your eyes out and blubbering your words. “Ah, I see baby is finally crying wike a good baby” she said reaching her hands towards your diaper and turning off the flashing light. “What do you want?” she asked. You yelled you wanted her to rub your diapee, but the Nurse instantly turned your the flashing lights, starting you to tear up, but then you realized that’s what she wanted and you blubbered your request instead. “That’s a gooood bwaby” Nursey said taking off your diaper and chastity.

I’m a beta, I don’t need silly ideas

(original @femaleof-thespecies)

FLR as it should be