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Turning into an industrial-grade fluid-production rubber-elephant-drone comes with some changes, like your breasts and balls needing periodically cleaned out now that they function as storage tanks for liters and liters of liquid rubber or lube your body makes. 3M1LY was so embarrassed when we all first saw her new Sure Clean 6000 and knew exactly what it was for... but even if she's too shy to admit it, I know she loves her new, kinky synthetic drone lifestyle and the constant reminders of how rubber-y and inhuman she is.

A patreon reward by Shinkei-Shinto! I had a number of ideas I tossed their way so they could pick whatever resonated, and one of them was "Lovedoll/drone aptophilia", and I cannot thank them enough for how wonderfully this piece with 3M1LY turned out! <3

Usually I put this at the end, but this was SO good it inspired SO MUCH rambling, so go fave and leave kind comments on the artist's original upload!

But anyway... I LOVE the idea of free-willed drones like Mary and 3M1LY having their house/apartment remodeled to fit their new lifestyle? Replace the shower with an automated polishing pod, all the carpets an upholstery with heavy-duty and easy-cleaning rubber... The "kitchen" has a little mini-fridge/kitchenette for guests plus some tanks and compressors for recycling Mary's backpack cylinders and a 'flavored feedstock dispenser unit' for 3M1LY. 3M1LY's two-car garage has one space used for a van, the other space for an industrial fuck machine with 55-gal input and output barrels; her "Work from home" setup... and of course, somewhere cozy is the Sure Clean 6000.

And I actually do like to relax by putting on a podcast and getting cozy in a little windowed nook, and 3M1LY is a character where I do find myself imagining being in her chunky rubber perma-boots, and the idea of bringing in a bulky appliance just for my massive breasts and huge horsecock and balls as part of dronify-ing my living space is just... so good. I'd love to get used to several hours of incredibly stimulating me time... Just strap me to a table, and give Lus the injection that causes my limbs to bloat up into thick rubber tubes and my face to grow a trunk, and turn me into a kinky industrial rubber lube-production elephant covered in warnings for all to see.

Which got me thinking about how much I LOVE the idea of Lus TF'ing into 3M1LY, and like... Mary taking Lus to the drone clinic “just to see if anything interests her”... and a day and a half later she’s got a new species and a new name, her life revolves around kink, her home has been remodeled/redecorated into one big rubberized reminder that the formerly petite caribou is now a big, lumbering, horny rubber industrial device, and she's so flustered at the fact she finds herself not just okay with that, but actively enjoying it.

Lus-turned-3M1LY realizing how decidedly permanent the consequences of Mary taking her to that clinic are, and how fundamental the changes are to her being and lifestyle.

And also... Friends coming by after the conversion to check on Lus since they haven't seen her in a few days, and Mary just casually replying “Oh, come on in! Emily was just [something kinky and embarrassing]” with zero modesty or sense of shame.

First thing friends see of the new her is the 'W I D E   L O A D' on her exposed rump.

They're like "Lus, what happened to you?!" and Mary just casually chimes in like "Oh, I took her to the conversion clinic to check things out, and she ended up getting some perma-rubber done right on the spot!"

Another thought I had and bounced off a friend was that in addition to having her living space remodeled around her new drone lifestyle, the conversion clinic also issues Lus 3M1LY a new, dronification-affirming wardrobe? Mary going through her new clothes with her, and making her flustered.

"Why are these panties so big? And w-why does the front bump out?"

"They're XXXXXXLs, darling. That dainty deerrière you used to have is a meter-wide rubber rump now, you're not a medium anymore. And the bulge in the front of them is so they can hold that massive cock and balls of yours!"

(Flustered elephant noises) "Oh gosh... this pair says 'Contents under pressure' on it. And 'choking hazard'..."

"Nice of them to send you some cute novelty ones too! Although they're not wrong..."

"Oh dear... this dress is nice, but it's practically transparent. I'm not where I can wear it..."

"Formal events, of course! Important those warnings remain visible when around new people."

"Ooo! This would look lovely on you for just a casual day out with friends!"

"That... that's just a rubber harness..."

Also, a friend of mine floated the idea of a slow-burn, and I love the idea of going into the drone clinic as Lus and coming out as 3M1LY, with everything flipped upside down in the span of a day or so... but I do really love the idea of slow-burn too.

Lus being so flustered by each change, and while she's voluntarily taking the Hazmelephant conversion therapy and could just stop doing that... the process feels too good to quit and the form so... right, no matter how embarrassing it is. Unable to hide the changes, while still clearly recognizable to everyone as Lus while the process is happening. We were picturing a hybrid Lus with "that bright yellow WIDE LOAD stamp on her MUCH larger elephant butt" (as the friend described it), huge rubber breasts with capacity labels printed on them, and hooves/calves that are swelling into chunky rubber tubes with treads on the end, moaning to her friends about how her teats have gotten shorter and sealed up as her udder has turned yellow and developed a capacity marking as well. Being flustered by her pussy getting smaller and tighter as the changes play out, before sealing up completely... while at the same time her butt feels better and better, but needs bigger and bigger toys to satisfy... until eventually anal gives her more pleasure than her organic pussy ever did, and her favorite toy is an embarrassingly large plug with ribs that double as a pipe threading.

Picking up her regular doses of Hazmelephant therapy from the pharmacist and trying to be discreet so everyone else doesn't hear what she's there to get, but she's showing the changes quite obviously.

"Looks like your trunk is getting ready to come in, darling!"

"Ssssssssh! The people in line might hear..."

(The people in line are staring at her bright yellow 'W I D E   L O A D' poking out from below the (formerly-loose) jacket that is being strained by her enlarged tits)

Also, the dronification clinic recommending that she has Gwen, Mary, and Duncan fuck her in the rump regularly, both to break in her new-and-improved hole and get used to the storage tanks in her new body being filled with cum. Asking about her sexual activity, and when she fudges it down out of embarrassment...

"Hm. That seems a bit low. I'm going to put you on something to boost your libido." (She proceeds to take it rather than admit the true number, and diligently proceeds to improve her liquid rubber production)

...that isn't actually all of the Lus-to-3M1LY musing, but I think is most of the best bits? I just love the idea of "petite, normal-seeming caribou gets converted into a big, lumbering, horny rubber industrial elephant and is embarrassed by how much she enjoys her new body and kinky new industrial-drone life".