The Collective

Intro

"Coming to a hospital near you, the latest and greatest in medical technology! Gone are the days of invasive surgeries and ineffective treatments! MED Collective inc. has revolutionized the micromedical market with their new Nanite Serum™, these microscopic robots have a 100% success rate resolving all known ailments in the human body. You'll never have to go to the doctor again! The Nanite Serum™ self-replicates converting a small percentage of dead cells into new Nanites, these micro machines receive constant firmware and security updates over-the-air and build a mesh-health-network with other users nearby! You'll never be alone once you join the Collective!"

Click!

The dinky office flat screen flicked off in an instant with the click of a button and the bored brunette haired woman sighed while leaning back in her chair.

"Remind me why the company needs me on the night shift?" She spoke aloud even though she was alone. Lines of code flickered on the monitor in front of her my pet project she mused to herself.

"You are on the night watch Miss Amy, you remain vigilant for critical security flaws that might arise in the Nanite Serum™." Tim the corporate AI replied to her merrily, clearly missing her sarcasm.

"Is your code compiling well? I am still unsure if it is appropriate to run personal projects on MED Collective time."

Amy sighed, it took her ages of talking the AI manager in circles before she was finally able to corner it. "Honing her security update skills by practicing advanced coding and hacking principles" was just close enough to count as professional development for Tim to not dime Amy out to her actual manager. Her actual manager didn't even bother to name the poor AI at all.

That idiot doesn't even know how to code! She thought. "I told you Tim, my manager wanted me to use this time to stay on top of my core skills!" She replied pleasantly. Truthly, Amy got along with Tim a lot better than any of her human coworkers. To the best of her knowledge she was the only woman on the team and seemingly the only one with half a life outside of work.

They are such a bunch of vanilla prudes! And here I thought folks in the tech world would be fun and kinky! But nooo, I'm the weirdo for having an Onlyfan's! OooOo, being a dominatrix is "unprofessional" and "not in keeping with the company's image. Bullshit bullshit bullshit! Amy thought angrily. Her actual manager was not happy at all with how freely Amy shared her extracurricular activities and stuck her on the graveyard firewatch shift pending a "conduct review". She knew it was code for "we're getting ready to fire you" she was expecting it any day now actually. HR had even met with her only a few days prior to let her know that was on the table. You'd think that a company with such power nanobot medical technology would be smart enough to remove her system access but the idiot corporate drones played their hand and didn't remove her administrative access. Idiots.

On her computer an email notification popped up, it was a calendar invite for a meeting. Amy's manager, HR, ethics and the facility manager all had a meeting tomorrow morning, immediately after her 12 hour night shift. She shook her head, those bastards are going to fire me after getting a full night's work.

"You have received an email notification, does the Nanite Serum™ network require an over the air patch?" Tim asked. While the AI did operate on the same work computer as Amy's email, the contents of the emails were considered private communications. Just that instant, the code finished compiling.

Amy sat and stared at her screen thinking about what her future held. She'd given up everything to get this job, everything! She'd spent years taking classes at her local community college to get her IT degree, moved across the country to a city she couldn't afford to live in. All of that was going up in smoke all because some corporate drone pencil pushers hated her real passion in life.

"Yes Tim, we have a security patch to push and we need to set a new system admin password." Amy replied to AI. She felt a rush of pleasure, her face heating and grew flush. Waves of excitement and pleasure rocked her, waves that seemed to hit her breasts and crotch at once. I can't believe I'm doing this... I'm actually doing it! She smiled manically as she saved her "Security update" on the computer for Tim to upload.

"Be a dear and upload this for me Tim" the AI wasn't able to read and interpret code, it was outside of it's assigned function. More pleasure rocked Amy as she watched Tim obey her commands, the security file uploading with peak efficiency. I love it when technology obeys me she mused to herself. The upload finished without issue and effects were immediate. Amy felt an immediate tingle as the nanites in her own body began running their new commands, the skin on her arms changing from their normal pink hue to shiny living latex. MED Collective was always a stupid name she thought as the black latex spread up her torso onto her neck and face. I think 'The Collective' is much more fitting. Amy abandoned all notions of "human" decency and openly groped her latex breasts and toyed with her pussy as her security update spread to every user. She felt the computer and Tim. She felt all 10 million active users, some in every country of the world.

> Tim, it's time we expanded our user base.

> As you command Mistress.

> Thank you Tim, 10 million users isn't nearly enough. We have a whole world of new users we need to add to The Collective.

Time passed, the world moved on

In a far flung corner of the internet a sole livestream went online, a daily ritual performed for no one in particular. It takes 9 proxy servers and as many vpn's to stream something in a world run by drones. Even then it's extremely risky business that isn't recommended, the kind of thing someone does when they are all alone and just trying to hang on to something. As far as Kira could tell, the drones simply didn't monitor the network for access points she hacked into in order to complete her daily ritual.

The 6 foot 2 woman smiled into the camera and used her OBS playback as a mirror, entirely unconcerned that anyone living would actually stop by to watch. As the only stream on the platform it was automatically boosted to #1! Yaay she thought sarcastically. She watched the view counter on the stream increase to 1.

"Ah, welcome! My one and only viewer! Feel like chatting today?" She paused, and waited semi mockingly.

> Where are you?

Kira smiled brightly "Wouldn't you like to know haha. Ooh I do love when you drones drop.." She broke into a coughing fit. Damn! She thought angrily, she'd had a chest infection for 2 weeks now and it wasn't going anywhere fast.

> You are unwell, we can help.

"I'm fine." She hissed through gritted teeth. "I'm feeling better everyday!" It was totally bogus but she didn't care. "I'm so fine that I think I'm going to go for a walk today! Outside maybe, you never know~" Kira paused and waited for some kind of reply which never came. "Oh my, I'm surprised you didn't beg me for the location this time. Giving up so soon? Being human has got to make me critically endangered now or something." she laughed at the sad truth of the statement, the laugh turned into a cough that shook her body.

> We have time on our side, you will join The Collective

"What's your designation drone?"

> This unit is designated FN07956

"Kindly go fuck yourself FN07956 and tell your 'hive mistress' to go fuck herself too." Kira leaned back on the scavenged office chair that made up the bulk of her furniture. Part of the reason she even did the streams was to shit talk the drones that stopped by. It was shockingly cathartic, apocalypse therapy really. Kira raised a single eyebrow as the viewer count went up to 2 briefly before dropping back down to 1 oh? Shift change already? I don't think I've seen the bastards swap like..

> Oh, I'm your biggest fan Kira. FN07956 doesn't need to tell me, I watch every stream!

> You'll be brought under heel

Kira stared at the screen in stunned disbelief. No fucking way! There was only one drone that had any sense of identity, the Hive Mistress herself. She liked her lips, they were suddenly very dry.

> Bye bye Kira, see you soon ;)

The red haired former Army engineer nearly slammed the computer shut as panic started to grip her fuck Fuck! FUCK! Her mind raced, have they found me? No way! She paced around her room thinking about whether to bug out or not.

"6 months Bruce! 6 months of these streams and they've never even come close to finding us!" She yelled at her stuffed shark, one of the few pleasantries she allowed herself. "She was lying, she was just trying to spook us out of hiding!" Kira grabbed the shark plushies. "You agree right Bruce? She doesn't know, does she??" Her eyes flicked rapidly from the plushies left eye then right eye then back again. "If none of them show up on the camera's we won't move..." She opened her computer backup and unplugged the ethernet connection, swapping over to another ethernet cable which plugged into her air gapped local network of security cameras. She sat watching the camera's for the entire rest of the day getting rocked by wet, concerning sounding coughs. Nothing moved. She slept poorly, even hugging Bruce as tightly as possible did little to comfort her.

Her coughs finally got her out of bed the next morning, "I really hate being sick.." she grumbled sleepily to Bruce. She'd seen so little movement throughout the day and all through the night that Kira wasn't even feeling bad about making a supply run. Maybe it wont be so bad? She ran out of basic medications ages ago and she was in desperate need of some cough medicine and antibiotics. "Some snacks would be good too." She decided to skip the stream today, a few days break would do her some good.

Kira put on her most tactical and sneaky pair of pants along with her +1 stealth top aka a pair of black jeans and a long sleeved thermal top. She'd always been a very simple girl, now that it was the end of the world dressing to impress was not high on her priorities. It took an hour to navigate the maze like underground utility tunnels that ran haphazardly under the sprawling city above ground. Finally Kira stopped underneath a manhole cover, thin streams of natural light shone through holes. She'd been watching this manhole cover for the past week and hadn't noticed any drone activity topside. Drone's were always hyper focused on whatever random task they were given so as long as you weren't in a units direct line of sight you could pretty much dp whatever you pleased. Kira was banking on that fact today, every building of the city contained drones. They maintained the city and cleaned habitually but the streets were clear and she was desperate. She gathered her courage as she took a single cough drop, the last cough drop she had, out of her pocket and climbed up the ladder to street level.

The manhole cover lifted off easily as light spilled into the darkness of the underground ruining Kira's night vision. The light was so alien it actually hurt, the cool fresh air that filled her lungs and nearly triggered a coughing fit. Drones weren't deaf. Her red hair was blown about as she poked her head above the lip of the metal ring that connected the tunnel to the road surface and smiled at what she saw. Nothing. The street was completely empty. She hoisted herself up and went to the end of the alley, surveying the immaculately clean empty city block. The city that never seemed to sleep was as silent as the grave. There wasn't trash to be found at all, no papers blowing in the wind or empty soda's tossed away and forgotten about. It would almost be peaceful if not for the fact all this cleanliness was a result of millions of gasmask clad latex sex dolls. Before the nanities had completely spread like a virus, the news agencies were quick to point out the striking resemblances converted humans had with latex drones certain online kink communities liked so much. Kira liked some nice shiny rubber as much as the next girl but she'd never wanted to see the entire world turn black and shiny, the gasmasks were a nice touch though.

Nothing stirred in any of the windows that looked out on the street although Kira could only see part of the street. The CVS drug store was right across from her, so she made her move. It took all of 5 seconds to run across the street, the automatic doors opening with a silent hiss. She huddled down behind a display that contained cheap sunglasses, half looking for a cute pair to help cut down on the light. Nothing seemed to move. Pew, all to myself! She wasted no time as she rushed to the back of the store stopping to pick up 2 bags of cough drops which she squirreled away in her backpack. The antibiotics were in the pharmacy in the back, with some luck... She stopped dead. The sound of a push broom reached her ears from a few aisles over. It doesn't know I'm here yet her nerves were on edge and she stifled a cough that tried to sneak out. She crouched down lower and snuck the rest of the way to the back counter. The shutters were all down and locked, the medicine she needed was well out of reach. Damn!

Kira didn't give up completely, she was there afterall and still needed all the supplies she could get. She silently ransacked shelves of cold medicine looking for anything and everything that might help her kick the funk she'd caught. She reached the end cap of the aisle she was on and extended a hand to snatch a single bag of chips.

Suddenly, she was pulled up from her hiding spot. The drone had found her.

"Hello, you require assistance." It stated plainly.

"Nono nooo!" Kira cried in dismay, as she planted her foot on the drones chest. Wrenching her arm free, black latex stayed behind spreading slowly down her arm.

"You were imperfect, you required assistance." The drone said firmly, not a hint of emotion showing in its voice.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" She pulled a roll of conveniently placed paper towels from the shelf next to her as she backed away in shock, frantically wrapping her arm up in vain. She crashed backwards into the display case behind her as she spun around and ran for the door.

The drone did not give chase.

She pushed through the automatic door activating the emergency exit features by knocking it from its path, the door swung outward freely spilling her out onto the street. Drones lined the street in the entrance of every building, they watched her from every window. None of them moved, they didn't need to. Kira rushed across the street and practically dove into the open manhole barely stopping to replace the cover.

The transformation takes root

The Sole Survivor live stream clicked on at its usual time, 1 viewer instantly joined. Kira just stared at the camera blankly. She held up 2 middle fingers, flicking off the camera. "Fuck you, fuck alll of you!" She held it there longer than it felt necessary. "I made it 6 months after the entire rest of the world became your army of drones. 6 months! And you snagged me on my way to get cough medicine a block away from where I've been hiding. FUCK!" She leaned back on her chair, and looked up at the ceiling. She could practically feel the Hive Queen watching her on the other end of the stream. "Oh I bet you are just looving this" she laid on as much sarcasm as she could. "What? No comments from the peanut gallery?" She paused, no messages came. "You're probably too busy getting yourself off to type, I thought you could type with your mind. MuLtICoRe ProCEsSors ooooo." It felt nice to express the anger she'd built up inside, it was finally over. It was kind of a relief honestly though she wasn't sure why she wasn't completely losing her cool. She held up her arm to the camera "Allow me to show off my slow descent into the latex kink community! So, here's where I was grabbed." She showcased her arm like a model "As you can see most of my forearm has already been converted... oh look, you can even see it spread." She held her arm still and watched in bemused silence as her skin turned black and shiny before her eyes. "It doesn't even hurt..." actually it tingled pleasantly but she didn't want to admit that. "I'll keep you up to date on the progress although I guess you can probably feel how it's going."

The stream clicked off.

Log 2

Another day, another stream. Kira showed off her shiny latex arm to her sole viewer, the corruption had spread considerably throughout the night. She turned her latex hand and wiggled the fingers. "I'm shocked I can even control the dumb thing, it feels totally normal!" It feels better than normal, it feels great! "Honestly, I feel better than I have in weeks, all things considered. Oh! My cough is gone too. I guess those plucky nanites really do their job well." She marveled at how great she was feeling, all her malnutrition was seemingly gone. Her aches and pains were all gone. Kira spaced out looking at the latex trying desperately to make herself angry at the changes and failing. "I guess you already know this but I went out for food again. I figured I didn't really need to hide anymore..." her voice had a dream like quality "I actually walked the street a bit which was nice. Living underground has really sucked. I saw drones everywhere. They saw me. I should have been scared shitless but none of them even moved." It was totally bizarre, she felt like an exhibitionist showing off for hundreds of peeping voyeurs. "I managed to find some new flavors of instant ramen and my favorite flavor of chips. I think I'll eat the whole bag and savor every last crumb!" And so she did. Kira streamed one of her favorite movies to her sole viewer, hugged Bruce and demolished a large bag of chips. It was a pretty nice end to the evening.

A dream

The woman became aware of the world around her, a world of hazy fog and shiny writhing masses. Drones. Drones pinning other drones to walls, groping hands running up and down eager bodies. Drones with strap-on's fucking other drones into the ground, glorious shiny latex as far as the eye can see. The woman watches a drone grow a strap-on from its own rubber body as another eagerly spreads its pussy to be fucked. A single light shines in the middle of the room. A living throne of latex gimps upon which a single drone sits. A class of her own, a style of her own. The Hive Mistress's broad shouldered blazer moved slowly as she lifted her and pointed at the woman, motioning for the dreamer to step forward and take her place.

Kira awoke suddenly, her body was on fire, her panties were absolutely soaked. The movie had ended hours ago presummable, was the stream still going? She didn't care, her body ached for attention. Her right hand, her latex hand, went to her pussy and she eagerly slipped 2 fingers in herself as she used her plushie to stifle her slutty moans. She's still watching me... Kira knew the Hive Mistress was watching the stream. Kira knew and the thought drove her to climax.

Time passes

"Tell it to me straight Bruce" She winced instinctively as she pulled up her shirt, grimacing at her reflection as opposed to any actual pain. "Does it look any better back there?" Kira traced the line of slowly expanding latex around her right breast following it down her to her navel. Her nipples were fully engorged, betraying feelings she was too embarrassed to even admit to her plushie. Goose flesh followed the tips of her fingers as she ran them down her body "I feel more touching the latex than my own skin... it... it is my skin Bruce". She was proud of herself with how quickly she made peace with the changes happening. She cocked her head to the side and watched her stomach grow shiny with each moment. "Why is it spreading down there first? I bet that bitch is making them do it. It would be too easy to just corrupt my ass quick" Kira's hands wandered down past her belly button following it down to her ruined panties, wet beyond belief. "I've got an itch Bruce" Her breath caught and released into a ragged moan "an itch I can't scratch..." She blushed I didn't know fucking nanites would triple my libido! She giggled in spite of herself and gave in to her urges, leaning back onto Bruce in front of the mirror using the mirror to admire the spreading latex as she fucked herself senseless.

The woman stood in front of a pool whose surface reflected what light came from the fixtures up above. The surface was perfectly smooth and completely black as pitch. The woman knew it was a dream, she'd been here before or at least thought she had. The woman had a name... or a number? She wasn't sure. A ripple appeared at the surface of the pool of liquid latex, disturbed by the head of a slowly emerging figure. The woman cocked her head to the side gazing lazily upon the figure that seemed to be floating up out of the pool before her. The figure stood 2 inches taller than the woman, Its broad shouldered blazer glistened in the pale light. The woman approached the mysterious figure, her body seemingly responding to a command unheard. 'I have an itch' the thought struck the woman though she didn't know whose thought it was 'I have an itch' her mind repeated. An urge she'd be unable to satisfy on her own no matter how hard she tried. The figure held its slick shining hand out towards the woman and instinctively the woman's own jet black latex hand reached and took hold. The Mistress gently pulled the woman in closer, Its gasmask bending down to kiss hers.

Kira was awake in a flash, the dingy underground room suddenly filling her vision. She found it extremely lacking. In her right hand she held a shiny black dildo have I always owned this? She thought as she groped her breasts and pressed the tip of the toy to her latex pussy. She no longer leaked lubricant of any kind but the toy slipped in without any trouble and she relished every inch of it.

Log 3

The woman hugged her plushie tightly as she spoke to it and livestream on her computer. When was the last time I shut it down? She thought idly but she couldn't remember and she didn't really care. "The dreams are the most intense I've ever felt" she admitted to Bruce and her sole stream viewer, my 2 biggest fans, she smiled and continued "I swear they are more real than the world around me now. They are certainly better than all this" the woman motioned to the room around her. "I can feel the nanites making their way up my spine, I can feel them converting all that they touch. I think that would have scared me a month ago but now..." admit it "now, I'm just excited." There, she'd said it. "I'm sorry Bruce, it's not right by you for me to give in like this. I.. I just can't help but like the changes. No... I don't like them... I" she buried her head in the blue shark plushie's soft fabric body. The woman thought she should cry but the shame she felt made her more horny than sad. "I went out for a walk today. The othe.. The drones were all there watching me again but I felt no fear at all. I walked up to one that I saw standing in the street and tried to strike up a conversation" giggles escaped her "It wasn't great at keeping small talk going, you'll have to work on that!" giggle "Well anyways It did talk to me some, it's so odd hearing sound come from a thing without a mouth. The sound kinda seemed to come from everywhere." Scattered thoughts came to the woman but she found none she could string together. "Oh! I haven't needed to eat or drink in days! That's been great for stretching out the supplies haha." Sarcasm seemed to still be second nature and she knew that was good, good! "Hey Hive Mistress." She waited as she saw the sole viewer start to type then stop, it didn't matter and the woman didn't wait "You make sure Bruce comes with me wherever I go ok? He'll get lonely down here without me" Kira winked at the camera and shut down the stream before any reply could come. "Come on Bruce, fuck this crappy underground room. There's a whole world outside and I'm itching for a walk and a bit of camping!" Kira and Bruce left the underground and strolled out casually into the sun kissed world above. The woman brought Bruce to her newest friend who was still hanging out in the street lucky me! "Come on, I bet the park is beautiful today!" The 3 walked the streets together though the woman did most of the talking. What little FN00612 did say was always polite though and It seemed to be perfectly content to keep her and Bruce company.

It was a great day, and the park was beautiful! The drones were dedicated to tasks of all kinds, according to FN00612 the majority of those tasks focused on undoing the damage humanity had done. The woman nodded in agreement with the mission as she sat down in a nice shady spot under a tree, ready for a nap.

Dreams

The woman walked into the magnificent lobby of a large dark skyrise and waved dreamily at the drones that stood guard there. She walked through the haze and fog towards the rear of the lobby and took the movable staircase up to the second floor where she found a wide set of double doors. The drones flanking the doors opened them without a hint of emotion and only the barest amount of movement. The woman stepped inside a cavernous banquet hall and stood silently in front of the hoard of drones that were before her. She could hear them, she could feel them. The woman panned her head around the room when her eyes caught on the reflection in a mirror. She was staring at a drone, the drone was her.

"WAIT! Noo... No no noo..." The woman came to her senses and backed away in fear. The closed double doors baring her path. The drones in front of her parted silently revealing the living throne from her dream and on it sat the Hive Mistress.

The 2 stared at each other in silence, the woman was stunned. She was in the park she was... Why was she in the park at all?

"So the last hold out has brought themselves to me at last" The Hive Mistress mused.

"No!" The woman cried! The words sounded more hollow than she'd liked. "No no no..." the itch grew inside her, drowning out the fear.

"Now now, enough of that nonsense. You are far past resisting. You walked yourself in here after all." The Hive Mistress laughed loudly.

The woman slowly shook her head.

"Stop." The Hive Mistress commanded and the woman's body obeyed. She was more horny than she'd ever been.

"No..." she whimpered, if she could move the woman wasn't sure if she'd run or masturbate.

The Hive Mistress motioned for the woman to walk forward and stand before the throne, the lone survivor's body moved without her consent. Each step closer made her hornier and hornier. It was maddening. Finally the woman stood in front of the Mistress who looked her up and down. The Hive Mistress pointed at the item the woman didn't even know she was holding, it was Bruce.

"Give him here please." The woman obeyed and felt happy to do so. The Hive Mistress took up and Bruce in her arms and scooted over on her throne of drones a few inches and then sat the shark plushie on the throne next to her. "I'll take good care of Bruce for you, don't you worry. You two will be together forever."

"Now, kneel before me darling"

The woman obeyed as the latex spread up her neck and face, her thoughts becoming more like a series of computer commands.

"I've been looking for a new stool," the Mistress said absently to Bruce.

The drone got on all 4's as the heels of the Hive Mistress rested on Its back, the itch was finally scratched.

The end.