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The transformation chamber stood in the centre of Lab 38 and today was its first use with a live subject, after months of testing. It was an imposing sight, a glossy sleek black cylinder standing two metres tall. On the side facing the control desk was a built in face-mask, sunken slightly within the smooth curved exterior, that allowed the operator to see the person inside. Various cables and pipes were connected around the outside of the apparatus, with the only opening being a sturdy looking lid on the top that resembled the entrance to a submarine, secured down with many bolts.

Dave had completed the pre-start and system diagnostics. Once he was ready, the transformation volunteer was summonsed. They weren’t allowed to know her former identity, and from this point on, she was only identifiable by her system ID - JN-01-A. Entering the room, Dave was struck by what an imposing figure she was. JN-01-A was wearing only a surgical gown, and was stunningly beautiful, with long dark hair. She looked a bit apprehensive, but none-the-less had completed the various consent waivers in the full knowledge that her former life would be gone forever. Once this was done, he respectfully removed her gown and began to get her into the machinery.

Alongside the chamber was a tall metal frame which JN-01-A was asked to stand within. It was designed to hold a person in order to lift them into the cylinder, and then support them during the upgrade. This had a number of custom fitted metal clamps, which were each fitted against a corresponding part of the support frame. There were ones for the ankles, above the knees, thighs, wrists, and elbows. A slightly larger one was fitted around her waist, and a tall metal collar locked into place around her neck. Finally, Dave picked up a small box from the desk and produced from inside it two opaque contact lenses, which he placed into her eyes. She blinked a few times, as she got used to having her eyes open but only being able to see a white fuzz of light.

A final check was satisfactory, and with that, a hoist connected to the top lifted her up towards the ceiling. The frame was traversed across and lowered into the chamber. Dave could see her entering through the window in the face mask, and after a few minutes she was in position and aligned correctly. Deftly working the controls, hydraulics inside the machine hummed into life, clamping the frame and moving JN-01-A forwards against the face mask. Various other parts then moved towards her, with metal parts cupping her breasts, enclosing her groin, fitting up against the top of her spine, and nestling within her belly button. As each seated correctly and locked home, interlock lights on the panel changed from red to green. Twenty green lights signalled that the installation had completed correctly and with that, the lifting hoist disengaged and raised clear. A further hum of the hydraulics meant that the lid was closing, and there followed eight clunks as the pressure locks sealed it down.

Dave loaded the transformation programme and settings. This was a full and total conversion to a rubber and latex drone, with complete neural firmware overwrite. Never before had they attempted this and so each stage would be closely monitored. The screen flashed up, “Begin conversion process. This command can not be stopped once initiated. Abort/proceed.” Click - Proceed.

With this, the conversion chamber began to fill with a dense expanding foam. This took around five minutes. Monitoring JN-01-A’s vital measurements, Dave noticed an increase in heart rate and breathing as the foam squeezed and completely immobilised the subject. Her only movement now was blinking, it it was clear that her head was fully locked in place within the hardening substrate. The first stage of the next process was the latex mammary augmentation. Hundreds of small needle like filaments all over the breast cups inserted themselves beneath the skin and began to change the fatty tissue into a rubber matrix. These would become the storage receptacles for the nannites which would drive the later stages. The rubber slowly filled out, bonding itself to her rib cage and permeating through and within the skin. During this process, JN-01-A became noticeably aroused as the nerves within went into overdrive. Her nipples hardened in response, and the latex then converted them in this form, now forever standing pert and erect.

It had now been six hours, and the first part was completed. Next up was to load the nannites themselves. This was relatively straightforward as the nipples had already fused around the injection tubules. Overall 5 litres of nannite gel solution would be transfused into the body over the next two days, replacing all blood, with an initial injection of 200ml. As this went in, the breasts engorged themselves, filling out all available space inside. An audible groan emanated from inside the chamber as pleasure nerve endings fired off again in response to this. The tiny robots then began to circulate around the body, preparing and altering everything at an unseen molecular level.

The control screen flashed up, “ready to initiate stage two.” Proceed - Click. With this, the belly button implant pressed forwards and the nannites began to open up and graft the human tissue onto the metal gauze like end, transforming it into more rubber as they went. This new port would remove redundant parts of the body and eventually become the main energy docking receptacle. At the same time further transformation probes entered from the groin, front and rear. These would begin to transform this area into it’s final configuration, and at the same time provide hyper-pleasure stimulation in order to make the whole process unrelentingly enjoyable. To the rear of the chamber, more filaments were injecting themselves along the length of her spine. These entered and wrapped themselves around, before starting to add their own new pathways throughout the nervous system, including right up into JN-01-A’s brain. Electric tingles fired through her body as each new connection was made.

It was the end of the first day, and with everything so far completed to plan, the conversion chamber was placed into sleep mode. JN-01-A’s eyes became heavy and slowly closed. Sweet dreams.

Dave arrived at the lab for the second day of the conversion. After checking that all was well, he downloaded the progress update from the transforming robot. The nannobots had been busy overnight, and almost completely replaced the digestive system with an energy storage organ which filled up all available space within the torso. A basic stomach was all that remained, and other than heart and lungs, there was little original material left beyond the skeleton and skin. After checking more sensors to see the progress, the nannite gel infusion ratio was confirmed as approaching 60% of the full blood transfusion. Energy storage was also exceeding plan with a healthy 78% battery level. This meant that there was sufficient progress that the brain upgrade could commence. This was by far the most risky stage, and success was by no means certain.

The next part of the upgrade was sufficiently complex that a second person was needed to oversee JN-01-A and monitor vital statistics. Dr Ivanovic was already on hand in anticipation, and she was the most respected neurosurgeon on the project. Dave’s palms were becoming sweaty in anticipation of starting the procedure.
“Neural clamps engaged,” - “Check”
“Life Support surrogate system,” - “Active”
“Brain transfer protocols,” - “Online”
They engaged the transfer protocol, and instantly it started to work away. All data was being downloaded from JN-01-A, compressed and stored away. This took several hours and during the process, automated systems assumed control of all bodily functions as there was no longer any brain activity to keep her alive. The end result was a blank canvass into which the new operating hardware and software could be grafted. No time was wasted, and the neural clamps began to insert thousands mire tiny filaments throughout the brain. The nannites all worked with singular purpose, constructing new hardware that integrated the wet-ware of the old brain into the new nervous system. (They had not found anything that could improve on the storage of the brain.) Alongside this various modern improvements were made, including wi-fi antennae and remote access ports, plus hardwired storage and processing chips. Ocular devices were grafted behind the eyes, allowing significant improvements to sight.

After what seemed like a very long day, the new operating system was uploaded into the reformatted brain. To everyone’s relief, it successfully restarted the drone’s body, with health check telemetry being transmitted back. Finally, the old memories were returned into a compressed partition, accessible should they be needed in the future for reference.

The computer screen flashed up a message, “Neural restart successful. Begin final transformation. - Proceed”. Click. The machine started on the last part of the upgrade. All remaining organs began to be replaced. With a mechanical system replacing much of the remaining biological, the skeleton was next up for alteration, with a titanium webbing being infused throughout. All of the drone’s skin was also replaced with a new latex surface, flawless and shiny but retaining a hint of the original skin tone. Dave had sneakily altered the code on this stage and no one had noticed. The result was that the drone’s breasts began to be augmented and grow a couple of sizes larger, becoming shapely and crafted to that which a surgeon would have been inspired to create. A few extra lines of code were also uploaded to the drone’s new operating system, giving it a purpose to research and test all of the fetishes on the internet - a function that was a million miles away from the original scientific and military infiltration purpose of the conversion.

The transformation was complete and the new drone extracted from the chamber again with the overhead crane. A solvent bath was used to remove the encasing foam, revealing the drone, emerging like a butterfly from a chrysalis. Dave’s excitement was palpable as he stood there admiring the glossy wet look female figure that stood before him, totally without inhibition and with a singular purpose. “Ready to begin core objectives Master….” she purred.

Description
The transformation chamber stood in the centre of Lab 38 and today was its first use with a live subject, after months of testing. It was an imposing sight, a glossy sleek black cylinder standing two metres tall. On the side facing the control desk was a built in face-mask, sunken slightly within the smooth curved exterior, that allowed the operator to see the person inside. Various cables and pipes were connected around the outside of the apparatus, with the only opening being a sturdy looking lid on the top that resembled the entrance to a submarine, secured down with many bolts.

Dave had completed the pre-start and system diagnostics. Once he was ready, the transformation volunteer was summonsed. They weren’t allowed to know her former identity, and from this point on, she was only identifiable by her system ID - JN-01-A. Entering the room, Dave was struck by what an imposing figure she was. JN-01-A was wearing only a surgical gown, and was stunningly beautiful, with long dark hair. She looked a bit apprehensive, but none-the-less had completed the various consent waivers in the full knowledge that her former life would be gone forever. Once this was done, he respectfully removed her gown and began to get her into the machinery.

Alongside the chamber was a tall metal frame which JN-01-A was asked to stand within. It was designed to hold a person in order to lift them into the cylinder, and then support them during the upgrade. This had a number of custom fitted metal clamps, which were each fitted against a corresponding part of the support frame. There were ones for the ankles, above the knees, thighs, wrists, and elbows. A slightly larger one was fitted around her waist, and a tall metal collar locked into place around her neck. Finally, Dave picked up a small box from the desk and produced from inside it two opaque contact lenses, which he placed into her eyes. She blinked a few times, as she got used to having her eyes open but only being able to see a white fuzz of light.

A final check was satisfactory, and with that, a hoist connected to the top lifted her up towards the ceiling. The frame was traversed across and lowered into the chamber. Dave could see her entering through the window in the face mask, and after a few minutes she was in position and aligned correctly. Deftly working the controls, hydraulics inside the machine hummed into life, clamping the frame and moving JN-01-A forwards against the face mask. Various other parts then moved towards her, with metal parts cupping her breasts, enclosing her groin, fitting up against the top of her spine, and nestling within her belly button. As each seated correctly and locked home, interlock lights on the panel changed from red to green. Twenty green lights signalled that the installation had completed correctly and with that, the lifting hoist disengaged and raised clear. A further hum of the hydraulics meant that the lid was closing, and there followed eight clunks as the pressure locks sealed it down.

Dave loaded the transformation programme and settings. This was a full and total conversion to a rubber and latex drone, with complete neural firmware overwrite. Never before had they attempted this and so each stage would be closely monitored. The screen flashed up, “Begin conversion process. This command can not be stopped once initiated. Abort/proceed.” Click - Proceed.

With this, the conversion chamber began to fill with a dense expanding foam. This took around five minutes. Monitoring JN-01-A’s vital measurements, Dave noticed an increase in heart rate and breathing as the foam squeezed and completely immobilised the subject. Her only movement now was blinking, it it was clear that her head was fully locked in place within the hardening substrate. The first stage of the next process was the latex mammary augmentation. Hundreds of small needle like filaments all over the breast cups inserted themselves beneath the skin and began to change the fatty tissue into a rubber matrix. These would become the storage receptacles for the nannites which would drive the later stages. The rubber slowly filled out, bonding itself to her rib cage and permeating through and within the skin. During this process, JN-01-A became noticeably aroused as the nerves within went into overdrive. Her nipples hardened in response, and the latex then converted them in this form, now forever standing pert and erect.

It had now been six hours, and the first part was completed. Next up was to load the nannites themselves. This was relatively straightforward as the nipples had already fused around the injection tubules. Overall 5 litres of nannite gel solution would be transfused into the body over the next two days, replacing all blood, with an initial injection of 200ml. As this went in, the breasts engorged themselves, filling out all available space inside. An audible groan emanated from inside the chamber as pleasure nerve endings fired off again in response to this. The tiny robots then began to circulate around the body, preparing and altering everything at an unseen molecular level.

The control screen flashed up, “ready to initiate stage two.” Proceed - Click. With this, the belly button implant pressed forwards and the nannites began to open up and graft the human tissue onto the metal gauze like end, transforming it into more rubber as they went. This new port would remove redundant parts of the body and eventually become the main energy docking receptacle. At the same time further transformation probes entered from the groin, front and rear. These would begin to transform this area into it’s final configuration, and at the same time provide hyper-pleasure stimulation in order to make the whole process unrelentingly enjoyable. To the rear of the chamber, more filaments were injecting themselves along the length of her spine. These entered and wrapped themselves around, before starting to add their own new pathways throughout the nervous system, including right up into JN-01-A’s brain. Electric tingles fired through her body as each new connection was made.

It was the end of the first day, and with everything so far completed to plan, the conversion chamber was placed into sleep mode. JN-01-A’s eyes became heavy and slowly closed. Sweet dreams.

Dave arrived at the lab for the second day of the conversion. After checking that all was well, he downloaded the progress update from the transforming robot. The nannobots had been busy overnight, and almost completely replaced the digestive system with an energy storage organ which filled up all available space within the torso. A basic stomach was all that remained, and other than heart and lungs, there was little original material left beyond the skeleton and skin. After checking more sensors to see the progress, the nannite gel infusion ratio was confirmed as approaching 60% of the full blood transfusion. Energy storage was also exceeding plan with a healthy 78% battery level. This meant that there was sufficient progress that the brain upgrade could commence. This was by far the most risky stage, and success was by no means certain.

The next part of the upgrade was sufficiently complex that a second person was needed to oversee JN-01-A and monitor vital statistics. Dr Ivanovic was already on hand in anticipation, and she was the most respected neurosurgeon on the project. Dave’s palms were becoming sweaty in anticipation of starting the procedure.
“Neural clamps engaged,” - “Check”
“Life Support surrogate system,” - “Active”
“Brain transfer protocols,” - “Online”
They engaged the transfer protocol, and instantly it started to work away. All data was being downloaded from JN-01-A, compressed and stored away. This took several hours and during the process, automated systems assumed control of all bodily functions as there was no longer any brain activity to keep her alive. The end result was a blank canvass into which the new operating hardware and software could be grafted. No time was wasted, and the neural clamps began to insert thousands mire tiny filaments throughout the brain. The nannites all worked with singular purpose, constructing new hardware that integrated the wet-ware of the old brain into the new nervous system. (They had not found anything that could improve on the storage of the brain.) Alongside this various modern improvements were made, including wi-fi antennae and remote access ports, plus hardwired storage and processing chips. Ocular devices were grafted behind the eyes, allowing significant improvements to sight.

After what seemed like a very long day, the new operating system was uploaded into the reformatted brain. To everyone’s relief, it successfully restarted the drone’s body, with health check telemetry being transmitted back. Finally, the old memories were returned into a compressed partition, accessible should they be needed in the future for reference.

The computer screen flashed up a message, “Neural restart successful. Begin final transformation. - Proceed”. Click. The machine started on the last part of the upgrade. All remaining organs began to be replaced. With a mechanical system replacing much of the remaining biological, the skeleton was next up for alteration, with a titanium webbing being infused throughout. All of the drone’s skin was also replaced with a new latex surface, flawless and shiny but retaining a hint of the original skin tone. Dave had sneakily altered the code on this stage and no one had noticed. The result was that the drone’s breasts began to be augmented and grow a couple of sizes larger, becoming shapely and crafted to that which a surgeon would have been inspired to create. A few extra lines of code were also uploaded to the drone’s new operating system, giving it a purpose to research and test all of the fetishes on the internet - a function that was a million miles away from the original scientific and military infiltration purpose of the conversion.

The transformation was complete and the new drone extracted from the chamber again with the overhead crane. A solvent bath was used to remove the encasing foam, revealing the drone, emerging like a butterfly from a chrysalis. Dave’s excitement was palpable as he stood there admiring the glossy wet look female figure that stood before him, totally without inhibition and with a singular purpose. “Ready to begin core objectives Master….” she purred.