Ai wtf are you doing

 

 

When you walk through the door, it immediately draws your attention. Above the entrance, a large sign says "Machine Shop" in red letters, followed by "Welcome To The Machine Shop" in smaller type. Other signs advertising various products can be found throughout the area. If you require tools or parts, it appears that they also sell them.

 

As you enter, you will notice a variety of people working on various projects. You also notice some employees walking around, helping people. Because this is your first time here, you're a little nervous. You see a sign on the far wall directing you to the help desk, so you go there for help. At the help desk, there is only one person working, and he appears to be preoccupied with something. You're in line for assistance, and he hasn't noticed you. You're beginning to feel uneasy because everyone is staring at you. After another minute of silence, you notice that he is no longer staring at you or the line. You notice that everyone else is doing the same thing: staring around and ignoring everyone else. When you look up, you notice that there are a lot of cameras around. This isn't going to end well... "Hmm, he's finally here," a voice enters the room and begins to speak.

 

When you look up, you'll notice that there are speakers in every corner of the ceiling. "Welcome to the machine shop, my dear boy," says the man. "I see you're as inquisitive as the rest of our customers." Before proceeding, the man lets out a soft chuckle. "Let's just say this is a place where you can satisfy all of your desires." But be careful, not everything is as it appears... now, if you join me, the real fun can begin. The man gets up from behind his desk and walks to the far end of the room. There are doors all over the place, and he is heading to one on the right. He gets to the door before it opens automatically for him. He returns your gaze and motions you to follow him. As you begin to walk towards the door, you notice from the corner of your eye that the other people in line are once again staring at you. Even the shop employees are staring at you. When you finally get to the door, it also opens for you, and you walk into a completely different room. The room is sparsely furnished, with the exception of a machine in the center. It resembles a dentist's chair and is outfitted with numerous computers and gadgets. You've never seen anything like it before, but you're fairly certain it's a high-tech operating table. The second man in a white lab coat stands next to the chair. The door swings shut and lock behind you.

 

"So you're here to have some fun, eh?" the man in the white coat asks. "Well, I'm sure we can come up with something..." Before settling on your face, the man approaches you and examines you. "I'd say you're an XL, no, 3XL," he says. "Wonderful; you'll fit right in." You're not sure what he's saying, but his tone frightens you. He's staring you down, and you're not even aware that he's slowly circling you. It's almost as if he's keeping an eye on you, predator and prey. You dislike the sense of urgency he instills in you. Before you can react, the man pulls a syringe full of clear liquid from his pocket and stabs you in the neck. You reach out to grab him, but all you get is air in your hands. Something unexpected happens, and you begin to feel paralyzed. Your legs cease to function and you begin to fall to the floor. The drug in the syringe also appears to be a nerve poison. However, you are never able to reach the ground because the man catches you. "Sorry, but I need you to be aware of this," he says before placing you in the chair.

 

Your arms and legs, as well as your head, are restrained. You can't move anything... except your head. And it appears he intends to make full use of this fact. He places a tiny drill in front of your right eye. "The human eye contains thousands of tiny valves that move the liquid within it." Regrettably, it also makes your eyes relatively easy to drill into. He begins to drill, and the pressure of his device causes your eye to pop like a grape. You try to scream, but you're unable to. The agony is unlike anything you've ever felt. It's as if your entire eye is on fire, but it's also as if your entire face is being ripped apart. A warm liquid squirts from the top of your head and cascades down beneath it. The man can be heard sadistically chuckling as he drills. After what seems like an eternity, the drilling finally comes to a halt.

 

"And there you have it!" You have fantastic vision!" He grins as he uses a suction device to remove the drill bits from your eye. You're sobbing uncontrollably at this point. Those tears, on the other hand, aren't just from pain or fear. You're sobbing with embarrassment. You're ashamed that you weren't strong enough to deal with this situation, that you're weak. "Don't worry, you and the audience will all have a great time... you will have a lot of fun. Isn't that why you came here? "As he looks at you, he says. He then does something completely out of character. He leans in and kisses you on the cheek. Your level of anxiety rises. Was there anyone else present when he did it? Is it possible that someone witnessed him drilling your eye? No one can see you because you're in a private room with a closed-door... or so you thought. Then you notice four cameras surrounding you as if they're streaming something. A woman's voice can be heard saying, "Ohh!" from a speaker. I had no idea he was bisexual; things just got a whole lot hotter!"

 

What are you on about? That can't be right. You make an effort to think about this logically. What is this man looking for, why did he poke you in the eye, and who is he? Nothing makes sense to you. You sob uncontrollably as pain races through your nervous system. "Don't you want to be a beautiful fox?" the man asks, smiling. The man then places your eye under the suction device and attaches it to a wire. You hear some electrical charges and experience the most agonizing pain you've ever experienced. You begin to scream, but it comes out as a series of incomprehensible gurgling noises. You, on the other hand, are experiencing strange happiness as you learn that it may allow you to fulfill your dream of becoming a steampunk machine fox. It gives you a slightly aroused feeling. "Let's see how far we can push him, shall we? "Again, the woman says.

 

You're certain you'll suffer a lot in the future. This is just the start. You're a completely different person after a few weeks. You enjoy things you never thought were possible in your previous life, and your mind is completely submissive to the will of the man and the woman. You're constantly in pain, but it's unimportant right now. All of your senses have been dulled except for your hearing. You don't eat much, but as a steampunk machine, you don't get hungry. The majority of your time is spent cleaning or doing other types of work.

 

Of course, there is still a human part of you that remembers your previous life. A life full of possibilities and dreams... You can only hope for a quick death at this point. Is it worth living as a machine pet? Is it possible that it's enjoyable? Maybe it's better than you think... First and foremost, what is the point of being human? They will not be as cute and well-made as you because you are such a fine artist... Most importantly, you are such a cute fox that you wish your hands were machine fox paws when you look at them.

 

Regrettably, this is wishful thinking. You are still human, but only for a short time. You will gradually lose the characteristics that distinguish you as a human being. Men and women take you with them every day and use you in various ways because you are unable to go outside on your own. You're too unattractive to flaunt, and nobody wants you anyway. It makes you want to be an animal, preferably a pet animal, and it makes you, even more, don't want to be a human. You have another nightmare one day, one in which you and your human body are still present. That stage, however, is coming to an end. You will soon lose your last semblance of humanity, which will be the most painful experience of your life. The man approaches you the next day, looking both happy and strange. Something about him frightens you, and you start shaking the moment you see his smiling face. He claims: "It appears that you have mentally accepted. We've been anticipating this day for a long time. I suppose we can start the second half of your transformation now. You'll be overjoyed and pleased with yourself." He then snaps his fingers, and the woman smiles and appears to be happy. "I'm looking forward to seeing what you'll come up with, a true work of art." Her gaze is fixed on you as she says softly.

 

You don't have any mercy or a way out. This day is set in stone... What kind of person are you going to be? You, too, are excited to see what you will become; giddy anticipation wells up within you. Despite everything that has happened in the last few weeks, you really want to see it, and you will... soon! They take you to the familiar operating room, which is now even more crammed with equipment than before. "How are you going to treat me?" You say it with trepidation but enthusiasm. "Nothing short of a magnificent machine creature." He smiles softly and strokes your hair before doing the same to the woman. "You'll soon be able to see it." As if you were enjoying what they said, you feel a strange hot sensation coursing through your body. "Since you're ready, let's get started." He says this and starts pressing a few buttons.

 

Your ears start to pop as if you're flying at high altitude, and you start to feel strange, almost woozy. You thought you were going to die, but as the sound of your own heartbeat fades and an overwhelming sense of calm floods your mind, that thought fades. Your heart has ceased to beat. "A true masterpiece, a masterpiece," says the narrator. "You hear what he says," he says. "I firmly believe it." The woman agrees with a nod of her head. "I am becoming a masterpiece, far superior to my human self," you begin to babble and smile strangely. "What do you think of the name Arex for your new title?" With a snap of his finger, he asks abruptly. "That appears to be promising!" You respond quickly and unequivocally. "That's a fantastic name! Thank you so much, sir!" "Heh, I knew you'd say something like that. Let us take note of it." Tears are welling up in your eyes and falling down your cheeks. "I'm relieved you agree. Isn't it true that your tears are happy tears?" As he gently pats your head, he inquires. "Yes, absolutely! I'd like to see it right now! I've been looking forward to this for a long time...! Please, please, please put an end to my human part...! They're absolutely revolting!" You exclaim and raise your hands in joy. You're immobile due to the restraints; you can't even move a finger.

 

"All right, then, let's get your transformation started." While turning on the machine, he said this. A spinning circular saw appears from the ceiling, almost laughing at you as it spins to indicate that it is activated. "Believe me, this is the best method! Please remember all of this when you wake up." From the side, the woman says, still gently smiling at you. Because you couldn't speak, you couldn't respond with anything more than a nod. In any case, not in your current body. "Are we ready to get started?" While pressing a few more buttons, he says this. A swirling vortex of blades, needles, drills, claws, and whatever else could cut, grind, tear, or pierce anything else appears above you. As it prepares to dismember your body, it rattles and shakes loudly. You don't seem to be sleeping through this one... "We'll get right to work." As he pulls out a knife, the man says. You brandish the knife and take one last look around at the world. On the plus side, you won't have to deal with anything else for the rest of your life. On the downside, you will survive, but as a completely different being. Isn't this what you were hoping for? Is that right...? The man raises his knife and lowers it. "Let us create a masterpiece for you."

 

He begins by chopping off your feet, then your hands. He delicately carves out various parts of you, which are then ground up or melted depending on their properties. "The liver is on the left, and the heart is on the right. These are some vital organs..." He explains what he is removing and discarding as he works. Your ears are the next to go because hearing is useless, followed by your eyes. Everything is still there, but it is hidden. He then begins to carve out a section around your ears before you lose your hearing completely. "Following that is the nose and mouth. The mouth is self-explanatory, and the nose is unnecessary, so it is removed. I'll give you a new one after all of this." This is something he says calmly. You try to respond, but you can't even breathe. He worked on severing the necessary nerves and organs. It feels like you have a blockage in your throat. He's already cut off your tongue. Panic sets in when you realize you can no longer beg for mercy or protest. Only what's left of your tongue allows you to drool some saliva.

 

The muscles in your face, as well as your face, are then removed. You can still smile and do other things, but it's a hideous expression that makes you look monstrous. By this point, your hearing is nearly gone, but you can still hear some of what he says. "This section contains the muscles that enable you to laugh, cry, and perform other actions. I'm sorry, but I can't leave because you won't complete the process. Don't worry, I'll make good use of them." Even though you can't see his face, you can feel what he's doing because your face hasn't been completely removed. He begins by meticulously sewing your lips together before moving on to your ears. He carefully cuts pieces out of them so that nothing important is destroyed, and then sews them up as well. Finally, he carefully removes your nose, mouth, and eyes before sewing the rest of your face shut. Because you're nothing more than air, blood, and organs, you can't even cry or weep." This is the exciting part."

 

He picks you up and places you on a tray with holes before escorting you to another room. He was always present, but you weren't aware of him until now. It's a massive tank filled with strange liquids, with floating wires and electrodes connecting to a massive battery on the outside. He carefully places you inside the tank's tray before inserting all of the pieces. Surprisingly, the tray has openings that keep your organs and other bodily functions submerged in the liquids. He then begins to connect wires to your body. One set starts on your chest and goes down to your genitals, another around your waist, and the last one goes all the way to your head. Finally, he carefully inserts a jack into the battery and places it on your chest. You feel a surge of energy and electricity coursing through your entire body, from head to toe, almost instantly. You begin to feel energy fill and exit your body. It's almost as if your entire body is itching at the same time, but it feels amazing. Your nervous system appears to be firing faster and more powerfully than usual. The doctor carefully monitors his monitors and checks all of your stats as the charge gradually increases. You notice a tingling sensation in your lips and realize you can still smile even though nothing on your face moves. Even though your face is stitched shut, you appear to be smiling from ear to ear. "We're nearly there. I only need to charge your energy core one more time before it is ready."

 

Your body temperature is rising, as is your energy level. You're having trouble thinking clearly because the energy within you is increasing at an alarming rate. Then there's a huge flash, followed by a massive surge of energy hitting your body. You feel your skin burn and instantly heal as you are fused with the machinery. Your body warms up as excess energy naturally radiates off of you. You're feeling stronger than you've ever felt before. Thoughts entered and exited your mind at incomprehensible speeds to any normal being. You analyze and comprehend the world at an increasing rate until you reach a conclusion. You reach a point in your life when your mind can operate at such a high level that your body simply cannot keep up. Most of the time, the world appears to move in slow motion, while you process thoughts and ideas at breakneck speed. Your body, on the other hand, has grown significantly in strength. Your muscles are denser and stronger than ever, as is your skeleton, which is no longer flesh but a collection of clockwork machines and transmission belts that work in an oddly organic way, and your bone structure resembles that of a fox rather than a human. You take the form of a fox-like machine creature.

 

As you examine your new body, the doctor keeps an eye on you. He claims: "Is there anything you've forgotten? It is critical that you, adorable little fox, help you get rid of these repulsive human hands and feet. You'll need a cutter muzzle far superior to a human mouth, as well as razor-sharp teeth." He fastens three beautiful, decorative metal claws to your finger. The claw is large enough to encircle your finger completely. Then he places some gleaming, beautiful parts on your hand, transforming it into a fox's paw. He slashes the soles of your feet and inserts three razor-sharp metal claws. It hurts when it happens, but once installed, it makes you feel very safe. Then he slashes your face with long, sharp teeth. It also feels very comfortable once installed. Your head and face are the last things that appear human to you, and he intends to change that. Then he uses a needle to sew your face tightly; it doesn't hurt, but you can feel a cool breeze blowing on your face. After that, he pours an unknown liquid into your mouth and uses a lighter to burn it. It's less painful than the first time you felt it. He then sews your lips shut before inserting metal teeth into your mouth. The metal looks great and fits perfectly in your mouth. Your mouth is also very comfortable with those sharp teeth. You've got a lovely decorated clockwork machine fox muzzle. The doctor provides you with a mirror so that you can examine yourself.

 

A machine creature with beautiful ornaments. When you lower your head, the long metal teeth come into contact with the wooden floor, and those white fangs are so sharp that they look like two rows of icicles in the sun. The colossal jaw and three claws are capable of ripping a goat apart. The three claws resemble three daggers, each large enough to rip a human's skull apart, and are made of gleaming silver stainless steel and intricately patterned. The patterns are not tribal tattoos, but rather some incredible patterns that only those with exceptional taste will recognize. The patterns are reminiscent of flowers on the verge of morphing into abstract art. The finger claws are enormous, and it takes time to learn how to use them. The paws are far too large for a human to walk on. You investigate them to learn what makes them so massive. That's because each paw contains a 1000W engine, and a normal human hand can't support such a heavyweight. But you don't mind because you think they're lovely just the way they are.

 

You try to stand up like a normal person, but the heavyweight makes it impossible. You try once more, this time leaning against a wall. You eventually achieve proper body balance by using the wall as leverage, and then you slowly walk forward while leaning on it. Walking on all fours, like an animal, instantly makes you feel better. You feel much more stable than a normal human because you are balancing your weight with the heavy metal in both arms and legs. As you get more practice, you realize you can run like an animal. You have the appearance of a fox and are acting like one, but not a wild one, but a pet fox. Your movements are not limited to those of a normal human. When you choose an enemy to attack, the heavy and sharp claws can rip through its flesh. You're behaving in such an animalistic manner right now. You adopt a proper animal stance that is perfectly balanced. You practice this walk around your house until midnight. While practicing, you nod off.

 

You wake up early, almost 6 a.m., and realize you haven't slept well in years. You get up and walk towards the window, then realize why: before you grafted those metal pieces onto your body, you were already... afraid of sunlight. You want to repay those who shaped you into such a perfect creature by being a fun pet for them to play with. It's so bright and warm outside that you don't even need to open your eyes. You're well aware that it will shine directly into your eyes. You can already feel the sun's warmth, and it makes you feel very warm even through the window pane. It's far too warm! You don't have many clothes on your back, aside from those metal pieces. But what is it that makes you think of such nonsense? You're still too weak to do much physical activity, but you can move your tail. Because you're so close to your master, you can smell his sweat. To be honest, you're drawn to it already. Something starts to move on top of your waist. It's too large to be your tail and too tough to be your feet, isn't it? It's getting bigger! It's also becoming more challenging... What is the reason for this right now? It is the result of pre-combustion leakage. You ignore the wet feeling on your hand and keep moving your tail up and down to please him. It doesn't take long for you to hear him groan and expel his thick, creamy liquid into the sheets beneath him.

 

After accomplishing such a feat, you feel proud of yourself, and your master appears to enjoy your company. Who are you to take away his pleasure? You prepare yourself by grasping his cock with your claws and lifting it up, twisting and turning it with your fingers in a rhythmic motion. You can see his body quiver and hear him groan with delight. It takes some time to learn the correct speed and force that he desires, but after several attempts, you eventually get it right. You notice a drop of liquid emanating from his dick. Before you can react, his dick is deep inside your mouth. You try hard not to choke on his massive cock. As you try to figure out the best way to breathe, you quickly twist your claws in a strategic location. You take special precautions not to injure his cock with your teeth. You feel a vibration in your mouth and turn your head just in time to see your master squirt some warm juice into your mouth. It's viscous, almost solid, compared to the liquid that comes out when he pees. It has an unusual flavor that you can't quite place. You make every effort to swallow it all, but some of it escapes from the corner of your mouth. You quickly grab it and eat it with your claw.

 

You notice your master is in a post-orgasmic trance when you look at him. You try to get up, feeling honored, but find it difficult to balance yourself properly with only one free arm. You're not sure whether you're going to swallow or spit out the sperm in your mouth. You make the decision to eat it. It was wonderful to be rewarded by your master. You realize that the time you spent serving your master is nearly equal to the time you spent serving your beloved. Serving someone who needs you for who you make you feel accomplished and fulfilled. You enjoy being treated as if you were a pet, particularly one that is devoted to its owner. It makes you feel liked and appreciated. Something inside you stirs as a result of this thought process, causing your fox penis to leak out and spread below your tail. You're concerned that the white liquid could be misidentified as sperm. It's delicious and sweet. You should be concerned, however, because your master appears unconcerned.

 

"My pet, I will fuck you right now," he says, smiling at you. He spreads your legs apart and pulls his pants down just enough to show off his throbbing cock.

He presses his entire body weight against you, holding your arms above your head and gradually guiding his members inside your ass. It hurts a lot, but once he starts pumping into you, twisting and turning his cock inside your ass, he pushes deeper and deeper with each push. He rubs your fox ears as he slowly thrusts his hand next to your head in and out of you. "I will treat you better than my other pets because you are such a good pet," he says, moving his face closer to yours. He starts kissing your face as he picks up the pace. You feel a warm sensation inside your stomach. His hand, which is not supporting his weight on the bed, slowly starts to caress your chest. As he kisses your shoulder and slaps your face a few times, he begins to moan. You lick your lips because your muzzle is dry, and he spits in his hands before slamming his cock as hard as he can into your ass. With each thrust, your tiny body begins to shake; the master is almost tearing you apart, but you don't mind because it makes you feel all tingly inside. He then abruptly comes to a halt and says, "I'm going to put it in right now."

 

This worries you because you're not sure what he's planning, but since it's the only thing keeping him from cumming, you nod and say, "Yes, master, please put it in me, master!" As your master's dick pushes through your tiny hole while he's on top of you, you feel a little pain. It's excruciatingly painful, but it's also exhilarating. You were like that when you went through your first heat. It felt great once it was all over, but you just wanted the pain to stop. You can feel his dick furrowing through your insides as he pulls it out and pushes it back in. Your ass is on fire, but the sensation is quickly spreading to your stomach as waves of pleasurable emotions wash over you. As he continues to plow into your petite body, the sensations become more intense and pleasurable; you even start moaning slightly as your body shakes in ecstasy. "Yes... that's a good little fox pet," your master says in husky tones as he looks down at you.

 

Your master grabs your shoulders and pulls you out as you feel his dick push against your ass. You're still in a trance as you stare into his eyes. He pulls you tight against his body, wrapping one of his muscular legs around yours. The feeling of being so close to him compels you to do more to please him. You're doing it because it's instinctive for you. You feel like you've only been doing this for a few minutes, but you're already on the verge of orgasm. "Cum for me now, my good little foxy pet!" He whispers into your ear as he licks the top of your head and pushes his face between your ears. This is all your body needs to let go of all stress and worry. You feel a hot sensation in your lower body as your fluids are expelled from your body. As your body trembles in your master's grasp, you whimper and moan. You're hot all over and can't stop moving because you're still cumming, but your master tightens his grip on you and says, "Yes... good foxy pet, cum for me..." He kisses the top of your head and says, "Good little pet!" as your euphoria fades.

 

As you can't stop pressing your ass against your master's groin, your body twitches and spasms, and your head presses up against his chest, leaving you unable to catch your breath. Your ears warm up as you hear his voice: "Yes, that's a good little pet... Let it all hang out..." The pleasure lasts more than a minute as you shake all over, only your master's strong arms keeping you together. You moan, whimper, and whine as you feel a strong arm embrace you. You're so helpless, weak, and aroused that you can't recognize your own screaming voice; all you know is that it's loud and you can't stop making those sounds. As your steaming body trembles against his and fluids seep out of your ass and all over the both of you, your screams echo around the room. You can't see anything because your eyes are tightly closed, and you can only hear your screams, which echo throughout the room. You cummed twice because your master was petting you.

 

You're so embarrassed and ashamed that you just want the ground to open up and swallow you right now. You continue to scream as your body cumulates indefinitely without your doing anything to cause it to cumulate. It feels strange to cum for so long, but your senses are all messed up and you're so confused about what's going on that you just end up screaming until your body gradually loses power and your movements come to a halt. "Just let go... You're such a sweet little foxy..." You're experiencing strange sensations all over your body. It feels like a tingling, but not the kind you're used to. It's a nice feeling, but it also makes you feel vulnerable and weak. It's similar to how you feel naked after taking a bath, but ten times worse. As everything around you becomes muffled, your thoughts begin to fade in and out.

 

"Good night, little one..."