Roxy converted to Toy Animatronic (Patreon)

Roxanne Wolf stepped into the Cleaning Chamber with her usual confident stride. Her silver hair gleamed under the cold corridor lights of the maintenance wing, and the metallic sheen of her animatronic body reflected the warning plaques on the wall. “Standard hygiene cycle,” she muttered to herself, pressing the control panel with her fingertips. The pressure sensors registered the touch, and the door slid open with a hydraulic hiss.

She stepped inside. The interior was a polished steel cylinder, with robotic arms retracted into the walls and cleaning nozzles pointed toward the center. Roxanne positioned herself in the middle, opening her arms slightly, ready for the solvent spray and precision brushes.

As the machine hums to life, a purple glitch appears on the panel, instead of “Hygiene Cycle – Level 2,” the screen flickered and accepted “Assembly Mode – Onahole Conversion.” A low alarm sounded. The lights shifted from clinical white to deep red.

— Wait… this isn’t—Roxanne said

Mechanical tentacles erupted from the walls and ceiling before she could finish the sentence. Mechanical tentacles moved with surgical precision. Two wrapped around her wrists and pulled her arms up and out to the sides. Two more seized her ankles and forced them wide. In seconds, Roxanne was locked in a perfect X pose, suspended in the air, her body stretched and fully exposed.

— Let go! This is a mistake! — she snarled, her voice distorted by anger and the beginning of panic. Her yellow eyes flared. She tried to thrash, but the mechanical claws tightened further, locking her joints in place.

— Request denied for occupants in this mode. Activate Hole Spreaders—

New tentacles descended. These were thick, longer, and each carried a glowing digital label: Hole Spreaders.

The first approached her mouth. The tip unfolded like a metallic flower and forced its way between Roxanne’s silicone lips. She tried to bite down, but pressure sensors in the tentacle temporarily disabled the force of her jaw. The Hole Spreader advanced, stretching her mouth to its limit, then beyond. The interior of her artificial throat was invaded, side probes expanding and mapping every sensor, then installed special silicon layer perfect for deepthroat.

The doors slammed shut with a metallic crash.

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