Your former friends didn't give you much time to look over your powerful new limbs as you feel the drones continues to put the orbs on your body. In this case, the front of your chest and back of your shoulder's blades, your already warmed-up body melting down the latex orbs as they began to spread their Corrupting influence. You did Work in construction, after all, so you already were pretty fit for your breed, but as soon as the rubber started to wash over your chest, you could feel the familiar pops and Cracks of your changing body as your fur is replaced by the smooth latex.
Your chest expands outward as your upper and lower Pecs grow rock hard as you feel yourself taking deeper breaths. washing over your mostly flat fussy belly, the latex rubber melts away any body fat and replaces it with a fit 8-pack of abs. Your back feel like its getting a deep tissue massage as you feel yourself growing a few inches as your spine expands to even out your Height to the other drones. Improving your back muscles as it bucks up and yet become more flexible as your able to bend down and touch the tips of your boots without any back pain or Strain.
The changes being with it more bursts of Pleasure as your Equestrian cock is now entirely out of your sheath and is now leaking white pre-cum. your tail raised in need, not caring who is willing to please you. As you pant Heavily from the building pleasure, you spot something white forming on your chest? Looking down the white print is forming a number that seems to find its way into your head before it can be readable on your chest.
"It is 784?" you ask out loud; the question is less of why it's on your chest but why didn't you call yourself, heck, why do you keep referring to itself as your, you, he? its a drone, right?
"good, it finally has a proper name, nothing so organic is need, so personalized, just another cog in the machine like its fellow drones." one of the drone brothers say not sure which one but it doesn't matter, it needs to be purged its organic body still.