The latex drone continues to use you as their personal pleasure toy, pushing your limits further and further with each thrust. Your mind is blank except for the need to serve and obey them. The squeaking of your new rubber body echoes through the room as they take you harder and faster. You are nothing more than a tool for their pleasure, existing only to fulfill their desires.

With a final thrust that leaves you gasping for air, the drone collapses on top of you, panting heavily. "Mmm...

The latex drone lays on top of you, its heavy breathing filling the room as it comes down from its orgasmic high. It rolls off of you, sitting back on its heels and regarding your form with satisfaction. "Very good," it says, running a hand along your chest. "You've proven yourself quite useful today."

It pauses for a moment, considering something. "Perhaps... there is more I could teach you. Would you like to learn how to pleasure others in this new form of yours?"