More… you want More?!!

“Now fuck off…” the doors shut.

You stand there. You’re a man. But you are stuck in a female body… and that had been incredible. You want more. You open the closet - “make me into a slut please…”

The robotic arms re-emerge, and you feel a thrill of anticipation as they reach for you again. This time, they lift you onto a padded, adjustable chair that slides out from the wall. You're now at the perfect height for the autocloset's ministrations. "Prepare for transformation," the AI intones, and you nod eagerly, licking the sweet, sticky residue of the serum from your lips.

The chair locks into place, and you feel restraints snaking around your wrists and ankles, securing you tightly. The chair reclines, and a new set of arms unfold from the ceiling, each one tipped with a different device—one has a set of clamps, another a thick, ribbed dildo, and a third holds a set of wires. You're not quite sure what the last one is for, but the anticipation sends a fresh shiver through your body.

The arms hover over you, and you watch with wide eyes as the clamps close around your nipples, the cold metal biting into your sensitive flesh. You hiss through your teeth as the pain turns to pleasure, the clamps sending a jolt of sensation straight to your core. The dildo is next, pressing against your dripping entrance with a demanding firmness. You spread your legs wider, eager for the penetration, and the robotic arm complies, sliding the thick toy into you with a smooth, practiced motion. The wires are attached to your temples and you start to see images and new submissive thoughts are pressed into your mind.

As the dildo starts to pump in and out, the clamps on your nipples begin to vibrate, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You can feel the serum coursing through your veins, making everything more intense, more vivid. The chair beneath you vibrates too, the pads beneath your ass and back syncing with the movements of the dildo to create a symphony of sensations that have you squirming and begging for more.

The images in your mind become more insistent, scenes of submission and dominance, of giving yourself over to the autocloset's will. You feel your thoughts being reshaped, your very identity morphing into something new—a slut, a toy for the machine's pleasure. The voice of the AI is now in your head, a constant whisper of commands and encouragement that you can't ignore. "Good girl" it says, "Take it all."

The chair's pads intensify their vibrations, the dildo's pace quickening, the clamps on your nipples tightening. Your body responds instinctively, arching into the onslaught, **** for more. The autocloset seems to read your desires, adding a pinch of pain here, a twist of the dildo there, keeping you on the knife's edge of pleasure and pain. But it’s your mind that is affected the most. “Increasing sexual arousal levels.”

You can feel the serum working deeper, rewiring your thoughts, making you crave the machine's touch, its dominance. Each thrust of the dildo feels like a declaration of ownership, each pulse of the clamps a brand of your new identity. The images in your head become more explicit, more perverse, and you find yourself craving them, wanting to live out each and every scene. You’re no longer a man, but a sexual plaything for the autocloset's whims.

The robotic arms adjust the chair, tilting it back further, so you're almost lying flat. Another arm extends, holding up a mirror so you can watch the transformation unfold. Your eyes widen as you see yourself, a creature of pleasure, moaning and writhing under the machine's control. The sight of your own arousal is too much, and you feel another orgasm building, your body a canvas for the autocloset's artistry.

The wires attached to your temples start to glow, and the thoughts in your head become a cacophony of desire and obedience. The images grow more intense, scenes of you, dressed in the negligée from the closet, serving the autocloset in a variety of sexual capacities. The vibrations increase, the dildo hits a new, deeper spot inside you, and you scream as your climax crashes over you. The robotic arms don't stop, though; they continue their relentless pace, pushing you toward another peak.