The darkness in the warehouses was to be expected, but Mattias was
somewhat surprised by its emptiness. The other buildings in the
abandoned industrial estate had some traces of having been used once - a
few crates, discarded paper, half-eaten doughnuts - but there was no
indication that this building had ever been used. Heck, the gates and
door weren't even locked.
Mattias stepped deeper into the dusty-floored warehouse, shining his
torch to and fro. Eventually, the torchlight fell upon what looked like a
tall box, in the middle of the warehouse. It was several feet wide on
each side and stretched to the ceiling. The side facing the inquisitive
Russian Blue seemed to have doors set into it. Considering how easily
he'd managed to find his way into the warehouse, he decided to try his
luck once more. He pulled on the handle, and the door creaked open.
Mattias grinned and peeked his head inside. The walls were mirrored, and
there was a ceiling made of tessellating panels, surrounding a single
"Wow..." he breathed, entering the chamber fully and admiring the four-sided infinity he cast in the mirrors.
As he looked around the cubic chamber, a loud clunk echoed from behind
Mattias, giving him a horrendous start. He whipped around to see that
the door had shut, with no seam visible.
"H-Hey!" Mattias leapt across the chamber and clawed desperately at the
sealed door. As he scrabbled to reopen it, he failed to notice a series
of faint mechanical whirring noises behind him... but he did notice the
steel shackles closing tightly around his ankles, pulling him sharply
away from the doors and onto the floor. His torch hit the ground with a
crash and flickered out. The mechanical arms brought him to the centre
of the chamber, as he struggled to right himself. As if to provide aid
in this, a second pair of arms descended from the ceiling and tightly
grabbed his wrists, before lifting him to his feet. A number of
spotlights flashed into life above him, briefly blinding the bound cat.
Mattias squirmed ineffectually in the metal shackles binding him. He called out, hoping for someone outside to hear him.
"Let me go!! Hello?! Someone help me! I'm trapped in--"
At that point, Mattias saw a series of blades emerge from the panels of
the ceiling and floor, twitching, as though sizing him up. He stared in
silent terror at the nearest blade... until it suddenly surged towards
him. Mattias yelped and shut his eyes as the knives flashed and sliced
across his body. After a while, he hazarded opening an eye, and saw the
shredded remains of his shirt impaled on one of the knives, and on
another the frayed mass of denim his jeans had been reduced to. The
knives retracted into their compartments, taking the ruined fabric with
them, and Mattias glanced down, to see himself completely naked,
divested of clothing by the lethal-looking blades. As if by some miracle
though, his smoky-grey fur was barely even marked. The perceived danger
past, Mattias resumed attempting to pull himself free from his
shackles, but his limbs remained held spread out. He gave a whine of
misery and frustration.
At that moment, another panel in the floor opened, directly in front of
the cat. On a narrow piston rose what seemed to be a camera, pointed
squarely at the bound cat. He modestly tried to cover his bare crotch
with his thighs, and leaned forward into the camera's lens.
"Hey... i-if there's someone there, please let me go! There's been some mistake, I just walked in here, I-- MMNGPH!!"
Taking advantage of his distraction, a pair of arms had darted down and
stuffed a metal ballgag in his mouth, before rapidly fastening a series
of straps around his head and jaw. No matter how he pushed on the gag
with his tongue or tried to grind his teeth around it, he couldn't
dislodge the obstinate ball. In fact, he could barely open his mouth
more than a couple of millimetres. As the camera descended back into the
alcove, Mattias sobbed inarticulately into the gag and began a fresh
bout to desperate yanking. When it proved just as futile as before, he
slumped in the shackles and groaned in despair.
A trio of particularly long panels opened on the floor on either side
and in front of Mattias, and another pair of arms ascended out of the
cavity revealed, holding something between them, a rectangular piece of
shiny fabric. Mattias stared at the object as it was drawn back against
his tummy, then wrapped around his sides. With a sudden yank, both ends
of the rectangle were pulled taut to meet over his back, driving the
breath right out of the cat's lungs. He gasped and coughed through the
gag, the corset constricting his breathing almost as much as his
stomach. As he struggled to regain his breath, he barely noticed a cold
slimy substance being smeared over his chest, hips and rump. Still
panting, he watched as a pair of soft, compressible objects was pressed
onto his gel-smeared chest, along with similar objects over his hips and
buttocks. As the padding-applier-arms withdrew, it became clear that
the substance had been a rather powerful contact adhesive, as the
padding remained in place on his grey fur. The clamps holding Mattias's
ankles and wrists in place opened up again, but before the cat could
attempt to escape, he was assailed by more arms wielding a bodysuit,
which he was swiftly squeezed into. It pressed snugly against every inch
of his skin, and even more tightly over his arms and legs.
As the arms that had dressed Mattias drew back, he staggered a little
and looked bewilderedly into the mirror before him. His eyes went wide
as he took in what he saw. Everything below his head had been sculpted
into a perfect feminine appearance, his now-ample chest and hips
complimenting his narrowed waist and giving him a fine hourglass figure.
His arms and legs were now slender and delicate, in keeping with his
newly delicate proportions.
As he stared astounded at his body, he didn't notice the shackles
returning, until they resealed around his arms and legs and gently
pulled his limbs taut. His surprised whimper was barely heard behind the
The camera rose out of the floor once more, surveying the now-feminine
Mattias. As it scrutinised him, a whirring came from beneath the floor.
Distracting him from this, however, was a tingling sensation in his
mouth and teeth. It was a very curious feeling, not painful by any
means, but insistent nonetheless. He tried to alleviate the feeling, but
neither his jaw nor his tongue seemed to want to move anymore. In alarm
he doubled his efforts to coax a response from his mouth, unaware of
the tingling's burrowing into his head.
NEURAL INTERFACE ESTABLISHED
PARTITIONING FORMER CONTROL PROGRAM
Mattias gave a start as these words invaded his thoughts. He shook his
head and tried to resume his attempts to escape, but found that his body
was becoming sluggish and unresponsive. Soon it stopped responding
altogether, standing totally static with Mattias's mind imprisoned
within. The shackles disengaged from his ankles and wrists, but in spite
of Mattias's mental efforts to escape his arms simply fell limply to
UNIT CONVERSION 9%
FORMER COTROL PROGRAM PARTITIONED
ASSEMBLING NEW CONTROL PROGRAM
Quite against Mattias's volition, his body suddenly stood to rigid
attention. His legs snapped together from their previous limp position,
and his arms snapped to his sides. Robbed of control of his motor
functions, Mattias could do nothing more than stare straight forward,
looking at his reflection in the mirror before him. Looking at the
reflected image, the reason for his mouth's unresponsiveness was clearly
evident. The shiny silver material of the ballgag seemed to have spread
over the lower part of his face, as though his chin and cheeks were
being coated in metal.
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FITTING EXTERNAL LAYER
Even as the persistent tingling continued to filter through the
terrified cat's body, the panels of the ceiling and floor opened up.
More pairs of mechanical arms began to unfold, carrying laser-carved
metal pieces. The sculpted panels were systematically pressed against
Mattias's newly-feminised body, and fitted snugly over his artificially
svelte contours. His limbs moved as needed to accommodate the panelling
operation, still without Mattias's mental permission. Within moments,
his legs were encased within thin plates of highly polished metal, and
the seams sealed by what looked like welding torches. As far as Mattias
could tell, however, the metal under the welder was simply melded
together, two unconnected panels somehow becoming one inescapable piece.
Being thusly sealed, the metal plates continued to be fitted over
Mattias, neatly interlocking in artful design. Soon enough, Mattias's
wasplike waist and amply padded chest were encased within their new
alloy confines. His arms were next to be metal-plated, then his fingers.
Cylinders of metal were furled around his digits, turning them into
slender extensions of Mattias's new metallic form.
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REROUTING DERMAL SENSORY SYSTEM TO OUTER LAYER
A captive audience to this invasive operating system, Mattias wondered
what that particular message meant, although he had a vague idea... an
idea that was confirmed as every inch of his skin suddenly went numb,
like an all-over sense of pins and needles. Mattias tried to shiver,
until his sense of touch seemed to return, on the outside of the metal
layer. He could feel the temperature and texture of the floor, with far
greater clarity than he could ever remember feeling. Just then, his
attention was drawn from this sensory spectacle by a dull ache inside
him, as though his internal organs were all being stretched.
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REASSEMBLING VITAL SYSTEMS
Unable to groan, or even squeak, Mattias was forced to silently endure
this "reassembly". The tingling in his torso became much more profound,
almost painfully intense. As the wave of transformative sensation
spread, he could feel his organs throbbing as they were converted, flesh
dissolving systematically into metal. Hot energy pulsed throughout his
body, his stomach turned into a battery and its stored energy driven
throughout his newly mechanised body by the power distributor his heart
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COMPLETING CRANIAL CONVERSION
As this message came through, a mechanical arm holding what looked like a
mask moved up towards him. As it drew close to his head, Mattias's
vision started to blur worryingly, and it blacked out totally just as
the mask was pressed against his face. The transformative tingle filled
his eyeballs and skin as more metallic parts were pressed against his
head, unseen by the encased cat. Along with the feeling of his head
being sealed inside the steel plating were a number of metallic sounds,
panels coming into contact with one another and catches clicking shut,
as well as motions of his body to accommodate... something. His sight
still denied him, Mattias burned with terrified curiosity,
simultaneously desperate and afraid to see what was going on.
OCULAR CONVERSION COMPLETE
Mattias's conflict was suddenly resolved as his sight flashed back into
life. With the mask in place, everything had a red cast to it, and
details were rendered in perfect clarity. Even on the borders of his
peripheral vision, there was no trace of blurring. It was not his
suddenly enhanced vision that Mattias was astounded by, however.
In the mirrored surface before him stood the reflection of a
beautifully-shaped feline gynoid, with a head of sculpted metal "hair",
shoulder-length and feathered. The "hair" framed a simplistic feminine
face with pale yellow glowing eyes and a smoothly protruding feline
muzzle. Atop the hairdo and between the triangular ears was a large
white bow, providing a neat complement to the fetishistic ensemble
Mattias found himself clad in; a French maid's uniform with puffy
shoulders and white stockings, along with a pair of panties that peeked
naughtily out from beneath the scandalously short skirt. Curiously -
although not entirely unpredictably - the entire ensemble was made of
gleaming metal, painted appropriately in black and white and liberally
festooned with precisely laser-carved frills. Hanging perkily from under
the skirt was a sinuous segmented tail tipped with a few prongs,
apparently a power plug. This image of a metallic maid was one that
Mattias might ordinarily have found very sexy, if it were not himself
inescapably sealed within and transformed into the mechanical domestic
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MAIDBOT M-477 COMPLETE
Mattias stared aghast at the maidbot he - or perhaps "she" - had become.
"She" stood in the middle of the chamber, able only to take in what had
transpired, until the floor opened once more to admit a large wooden
crate, half-full of a foam insert bearing a maidbot-shaped cavity.
Internal gyros balancing perfectly on the high heels, Mattias stepped
backwards into the insert, nestling snugly into it. Another foam insert
descended on robotic arms and was pushed into place inside the crate,
sealing Mattias away in cosy darkness.
ENTERING HIBERNATION MODE
As the lid of the crate was nailed tightly into place, Mattias felt a
sudden sense of profound sleepiness come over "her", and "she" quickly
slid into the embrace of an electronic slumber, lulled by the gentle
rocking of "her" crate as it was carried deeper into the warehouse to
the shipping depot, there to be stored until "she" was whisked off the
begin "her" new life of efficient mechanised servitude..