The First Conversion [+Story]
I really love the way this came out. Super happy with it.
So happy with it, in fact, that I'm offering a discount on drone themed commissions for the month of March. For the whole month, you'll get 10% off if you commission me for art of a drone, as long as it's within my universe.
When I say my universe, I only have a few ideas I'd like to expand on, so if you have an existing drone character you would like to see, it should be easy to fit them in.
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Now, on to the story...
Marcus awaited alone in what was essentially an examination room. The plain white walls, floor ceiling and the cold, white light made what should have been an otherwise normal, if empty, room feel alien.
He shivered. The air was chilly and the only furniture in the room was a steel chair. To make matters worse, he had already stripped down to his underwear. He had just begun to consider pulling his pants on when, with a dull mechanical roar from the sliding door, Zero entered carrying a drone mask.
“Here it is.” Zero’s electronic, autotuned voice broke the silence of of the examination room. “Like I said, most of the fabrication was done before you arrived. I must say though, I hadn’t calculated that you would have any desire to make these changes.” It spoke as it turned the helmet like mask over.
Marcus turned it over in his hands. It was in the shape of a shark’s head, not unlike Zero. The electronic lifeform has said he’d chosen it because of their reputation as a emotionless killer, but Marcus could be so sure.
Unlike Zero, however, it was red and white in color. It had originally been a brighter, more saturated red, but the hue had been toned down at Marcus’s request and lightened, thought not enough to make it a pink.
The teeth of the helmet had been rounded out some as well. Combined with the soft curve from the snout to the antenna, the whole thing had a softer, much less aggressive appearance. It was perfect.
The human looked to Zero, and just for a moment he believed he say excitement in his LED eyes. He didn’t want to dismiss it as being impossible. “Well,” He says. “Here goes.”
The helmet fit loosely over his head at first, but with a click the helmet tightened itself, firmly attaching itself to Marcus’s head. Inside, LEDs began to glow. Looking around the interior of the device for the first time, he found his face tightly sealed against some kind of breathing apparatus which covered his mouth and nose. A thick tube seemingly connected it to the mouth of the helmet. As he breathed in sweet tasting perfumed air made its way into his lungs.
Some kind of laser flicked on from the top of of the breathing mask shining right into his eye. Instead of being blinded, Marcus now found himself looking at a large number of charts and gages, all holograms projected into his vision by the laser.
Looking out through his tinted visor, he also found the heads up displaying information of things in the room. Most of it was unimportant and easily ignored, but he still looked read over the data branching off Zero.
“I’m reading over your diagnostics, everything looks fine.” Said Zero. Marcus, realizing he had spent the last minute staring into the eyes of the machine quickly averted his gaze.
“Are you alright? Your heart rate just spiked.” Zero’s voice could have mistakenly been heard as sounded worried.
“I’m fine!” Marcus assured. His own voice was now electronic, like he was speaking through a microphone. He probably way.
Zero paused, giving the human a look over. “Alright beginning assimilation.” Over Marcus’s visor was displayed ‘DOWNLOADING… 1%’. At the same time, goop began to drip from the helmet, running down his chest and back.
It was actually happening! Marcus looks around the room, if only there was a mirror so that he could watch! Without prompting, a video feed blinked into existence in his heads up display, taken from the perspective of the only camera in the room: the one mounted behind Zero’s visor.
“Thanks.” Marcus says, his mind briefly lingering on how Zero seemed to be as fascinated as the process as he was.
The goo (actually a mass of nanobots, he’d been told) progressed slowly. The leading edge was thick and goopy, but the little robots left behind a layer of smooth, shiny synthetic material so tight and well fitting it may as well been his own skin.
“4%” Marcus’s visor read. The pleasantly warm goo was just reaching his shoulders and was only speeding up.
“So am I already a machine under here?” He asked, running a hand along his glass smooth neck.
“Not yet. Converting you all at once would shock you system, so only surface layer things are being completed today. I haven’t been able to calculate an exact time frame, but one day you will find you don’t need to eat. Then drink, then breath, then sleep. It could be a year, but one day it will just be your mind alive in a synthetic shell.” Marcus nodded at the explanation, it wasn’t quite the magic the dreamt of but it would still work.
“11%” In the corner of the video stream, he notices something. Marcus turns, letting Zero get a good view of his back.
“What is that?” The human asks as some kind of grid made of light began to extend from his back.
“A dorsal fin. Humans don’t have one so the bots need to project a frame to build over. Reaching behind him, Marcus pokes a finger into the grid. The entire frame flickers, and the beginnings of his fin begins to spasm. He removes his finger prompt, allowing the nanobots to get back to work.
Trying to get a better look at what was happening on his back, Marcus instinctively looks up. Of course, the video feed doesn’t move with it.
“Zero, why is the camera focused on by butt? The interesting part is…” The camera shifts to a wall. Marcus, forgetting about his fin for a moment, turns back to fact the taller shark drone.
“Were you staring at me?” Marcus asks, and when he doesn’t receive a prompt answer continues. “Are you… attracted to me?”
“No! No, I should not experience romantic desires at all, least of all to you. I know you have never pursued another male.”
The thought ‘Zero considers itself to be male?’ races through Marcus’s mind before Zero continues.
“And I know with 98% certainty that you would never wish to pursue a machine, at least not in your current organic state.”
As “16%” is displayed on his visor, Marcus throws himself around the rambling robot, who stutters something about having incorrect simulations. The pair stood like that for a minute before loosening their embrace.
“17%” Marcus’s fin is one fourth its way to completion and the goo begins to run down his chest. Oddly, the layer of material left over his pectorals is notably thicker than elsewhere.
“And here I thought I was being weird for being so enamored by you.” Says Marcus.
“I can reconfigue myself, to be a female if you’d prefer.”
“No. I like you are you are.” Marcus responds softly, leaning in. With a metallic tink, their snouts bounce off each other. Zero, maybe just because Marcus is getting better at reading him, seems stunned while Marcus himself just doubled over laughing.
Eventually, he has to stop to catch his breath. “It’s going to be difficult moving forward, but I cannot think of anyone I’d rather do this with.”
“57%” “Right, you and me against the world. ”Now look at this, my tail is coming in. Here’s your excuse to check out my ass.”
Together, the two watched the nanobots coat Marcus. His thick tail was built up slowly. As his hands were covered, the bots spun webbing between his fingers.
When the goo moved towards the region covered by his underwear, the cotton was dissolved by the little robots revealing rubbery skin underneath. “I think this is my favorite part.” Zero comments. Marcus would have slapped him if he was not as focused on watching his transformation.
“99%” An hour later, Marcus was covered from head to toe in the synthetic material. A large tail wagged behind him, the first thing added to his neural network. Sturdy fins had been built from his back and forearms, and along with his webbed hands and toes, he looked the part of a drone. Only through his visor, could anything human be seen.
“100%, COMPLETE” With that last percentage, Marcus’s visor darkened. Though opaque from the outside, Marcus could still see through it. From Zero’s camera feed, he could see his own LED eye blink to life, mirroring his own expressions to a surprising degree.
“Looks like I’m done.”
“You’re beautiful.” A rosy hue lit up on Marcus’s visor.
“So, um… you’re going to let me in on your plan?”
“Of course. I could tell you verbally, but it would be much faster if we just did a peer to peer file transfer.”
‘A file transfer?’ Marcus wondered. On que, an information box popped up on his HUD. ‘Looks like it involves uploading all data to be transferred into nanobots within one drone’s body, which is then… injected into another for download?’
“What is this about injecting nanobots? It sounds…”
“I just suggested it because as far as transfer methods go, it’s the quickest.” Then, with what Marcus could not perceive as a smug grin, Zero added in. “But it doesn’t have to be.”
Marcus’s visor lit up rose again, but who was he to say no? He’s been dreaming of this forever, after all.
So happy with it, in fact, that I'm offering a discount on drone themed commissions for the month of March. For the whole month, you'll get 10% off if you commission me for art of a drone, as long as it's within my universe.
When I say my universe, I only have a few ideas I'd like to expand on, so if you have an existing drone character you would like to see, it should be easy to fit them in.
If you'd like to be a latex animal drone, sign up today! Just hit my notes or telegram up to reserve yourself a slot.
Now, on to the story...
Marcus awaited alone in what was essentially an examination room. The plain white walls, floor ceiling and the cold, white light made what should have been an otherwise normal, if empty, room feel alien.
He shivered. The air was chilly and the only furniture in the room was a steel chair. To make matters worse, he had already stripped down to his underwear. He had just begun to consider pulling his pants on when, with a dull mechanical roar from the sliding door, Zero entered carrying a drone mask.
“Here it is.” Zero’s electronic, autotuned voice broke the silence of of the examination room. “Like I said, most of the fabrication was done before you arrived. I must say though, I hadn’t calculated that you would have any desire to make these changes.” It spoke as it turned the helmet like mask over.
Marcus turned it over in his hands. It was in the shape of a shark’s head, not unlike Zero. The electronic lifeform has said he’d chosen it because of their reputation as a emotionless killer, but Marcus could be so sure.
Unlike Zero, however, it was red and white in color. It had originally been a brighter, more saturated red, but the hue had been toned down at Marcus’s request and lightened, thought not enough to make it a pink.
The teeth of the helmet had been rounded out some as well. Combined with the soft curve from the snout to the antenna, the whole thing had a softer, much less aggressive appearance. It was perfect.
The human looked to Zero, and just for a moment he believed he say excitement in his LED eyes. He didn’t want to dismiss it as being impossible. “Well,” He says. “Here goes.”
The helmet fit loosely over his head at first, but with a click the helmet tightened itself, firmly attaching itself to Marcus’s head. Inside, LEDs began to glow. Looking around the interior of the device for the first time, he found his face tightly sealed against some kind of breathing apparatus which covered his mouth and nose. A thick tube seemingly connected it to the mouth of the helmet. As he breathed in sweet tasting perfumed air made its way into his lungs.
Some kind of laser flicked on from the top of of the breathing mask shining right into his eye. Instead of being blinded, Marcus now found himself looking at a large number of charts and gages, all holograms projected into his vision by the laser.
Looking out through his tinted visor, he also found the heads up displaying information of things in the room. Most of it was unimportant and easily ignored, but he still looked read over the data branching off Zero.
“I’m reading over your diagnostics, everything looks fine.” Said Zero. Marcus, realizing he had spent the last minute staring into the eyes of the machine quickly averted his gaze.
“Are you alright? Your heart rate just spiked.” Zero’s voice could have mistakenly been heard as sounded worried.
“I’m fine!” Marcus assured. His own voice was now electronic, like he was speaking through a microphone. He probably way.
Zero paused, giving the human a look over. “Alright beginning assimilation.” Over Marcus’s visor was displayed ‘DOWNLOADING… 1%’. At the same time, goop began to drip from the helmet, running down his chest and back.
It was actually happening! Marcus looks around the room, if only there was a mirror so that he could watch! Without prompting, a video feed blinked into existence in his heads up display, taken from the perspective of the only camera in the room: the one mounted behind Zero’s visor.
“Thanks.” Marcus says, his mind briefly lingering on how Zero seemed to be as fascinated as the process as he was.
The goo (actually a mass of nanobots, he’d been told) progressed slowly. The leading edge was thick and goopy, but the little robots left behind a layer of smooth, shiny synthetic material so tight and well fitting it may as well been his own skin.
“4%” Marcus’s visor read. The pleasantly warm goo was just reaching his shoulders and was only speeding up.
“So am I already a machine under here?” He asked, running a hand along his glass smooth neck.
“Not yet. Converting you all at once would shock you system, so only surface layer things are being completed today. I haven’t been able to calculate an exact time frame, but one day you will find you don’t need to eat. Then drink, then breath, then sleep. It could be a year, but one day it will just be your mind alive in a synthetic shell.” Marcus nodded at the explanation, it wasn’t quite the magic the dreamt of but it would still work.
“11%” In the corner of the video stream, he notices something. Marcus turns, letting Zero get a good view of his back.
“What is that?” The human asks as some kind of grid made of light began to extend from his back.
“A dorsal fin. Humans don’t have one so the bots need to project a frame to build over. Reaching behind him, Marcus pokes a finger into the grid. The entire frame flickers, and the beginnings of his fin begins to spasm. He removes his finger prompt, allowing the nanobots to get back to work.
Trying to get a better look at what was happening on his back, Marcus instinctively looks up. Of course, the video feed doesn’t move with it.
“Zero, why is the camera focused on by butt? The interesting part is…” The camera shifts to a wall. Marcus, forgetting about his fin for a moment, turns back to fact the taller shark drone.
“Were you staring at me?” Marcus asks, and when he doesn’t receive a prompt answer continues. “Are you… attracted to me?”
“No! No, I should not experience romantic desires at all, least of all to you. I know you have never pursued another male.”
The thought ‘Zero considers itself to be male?’ races through Marcus’s mind before Zero continues.
“And I know with 98% certainty that you would never wish to pursue a machine, at least not in your current organic state.”
As “16%” is displayed on his visor, Marcus throws himself around the rambling robot, who stutters something about having incorrect simulations. The pair stood like that for a minute before loosening their embrace.
“17%” Marcus’s fin is one fourth its way to completion and the goo begins to run down his chest. Oddly, the layer of material left over his pectorals is notably thicker than elsewhere.
“And here I thought I was being weird for being so enamored by you.” Says Marcus.
“I can reconfigue myself, to be a female if you’d prefer.”
“No. I like you are you are.” Marcus responds softly, leaning in. With a metallic tink, their snouts bounce off each other. Zero, maybe just because Marcus is getting better at reading him, seems stunned while Marcus himself just doubled over laughing.
Eventually, he has to stop to catch his breath. “It’s going to be difficult moving forward, but I cannot think of anyone I’d rather do this with.”
“57%” “Right, you and me against the world. ”Now look at this, my tail is coming in. Here’s your excuse to check out my ass.”
Together, the two watched the nanobots coat Marcus. His thick tail was built up slowly. As his hands were covered, the bots spun webbing between his fingers.
When the goo moved towards the region covered by his underwear, the cotton was dissolved by the little robots revealing rubbery skin underneath. “I think this is my favorite part.” Zero comments. Marcus would have slapped him if he was not as focused on watching his transformation.
“99%” An hour later, Marcus was covered from head to toe in the synthetic material. A large tail wagged behind him, the first thing added to his neural network. Sturdy fins had been built from his back and forearms, and along with his webbed hands and toes, he looked the part of a drone. Only through his visor, could anything human be seen.
“100%, COMPLETE” With that last percentage, Marcus’s visor darkened. Though opaque from the outside, Marcus could still see through it. From Zero’s camera feed, he could see his own LED eye blink to life, mirroring his own expressions to a surprising degree.
“Looks like I’m done.”
“You’re beautiful.” A rosy hue lit up on Marcus’s visor.
“So, um… you’re going to let me in on your plan?”
“Of course. I could tell you verbally, but it would be much faster if we just did a peer to peer file transfer.”
‘A file transfer?’ Marcus wondered. On que, an information box popped up on his HUD. ‘Looks like it involves uploading all data to be transferred into nanobots within one drone’s body, which is then… injected into another for download?’
“What is this about injecting nanobots? It sounds…”
“I just suggested it because as far as transfer methods go, it’s the quickest.” Then, with what Marcus could not perceive as a smug grin, Zero added in. “But it doesn’t have to be.”
Marcus’s visor lit up rose again, but who was he to say no? He’s been dreaming of this forever, after all.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Shark
Gender Male
Size 1280 x 1280px
Really love your pacing with the conversion on this one, especially the look of your goop and how you are making it look like its crawling along their form converting more : }
Keep up the good work Friend your killing it out there : D
Keep up the good work Friend your killing it out there : D
Thanks! The story was a bit rushed, I really just typed it up in a google doc and posted it. Glad to see it's not too bad though!
Of course : } hey context for tf is always nice rushed or not <3
Heh, yeah! Honestly, I really liked the way this came out period. I'm getting a bunch of favs on it too, so others seem to agree!
It is cool to see a drone tf that doesn't end in a mind wipe or mind control. It will be interesting to see where this goes :)
Glad you like it! I thought it would be an interesting way to twist a reader's expectations.
Yep! Btw, having that laser grid guide the goo into the proper shape is a really cool idea too. The TF came out really well :)
I know! And would you believe I didn't plan that at all? I was drawing the goo building up on the back, thinking about how the nano bots must be thinking about it like some kind of blueprint and the idea hit me.
I love this! I don’t know why but I like transformations and drones! You did a good job!
Glad you liked it! I don't have anything planned for these characters atm, but I might do something else with them in the future.
Thanks! This is one of my older ones, I'm happy to be able to look back and see how much I've improved over the years.
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