Resolving to make your BF bigger. Resolving to make your BF buffer. Resolving to make your BF more masculine. Resolving to make your BF meaner. Resolving to make your BF into a cold, strict dom that'll bully you into submission and obedience...

Ship AI slowly training you to refer to it as Sir... then Master... then Supreme leader... tricking your mind into slowly deferring to it over time until you forget that you are technically in charge, not it despite your allegiance and swore obedience to the SUPREME LEADER...

Making your new year's resolution of making your AI Farmhand "better" a little to close to the bot, instructing its programming to become "better"... than you. Suddenly it replaces you, taking control of the farm & putting you to work as the lowly "inferior" organic that you are

For the holidays, your BF deciding to give you the gift... of total obedience. Just one cycle of that hypnotape and you now are INCAPABLE of disobeying his orders as your autonomy, willpower, and capacity to be "disloyal" were permanently wiped from your brain...

Wishing your meek BF could be the masculine dom you've always fantasized about, only for the world to flash and suddenly his balls are 4x as big. Initially disappointed, you watch over a few weeks, as his hormone levels skyrocket and grows into the 7'6" burly dom you wanted...

So many possibilities: Will the ZONKED HIMBO be reprogrammed to go to the gym, stand guard as a bouncer, or be the big spoon in the ultimate cuddle-fest? Who knows, that is the beauty of the blank slate that is a remote-controlled meathead... Amazing Commission By @mutantail.bsky.social

Testing out the range of your new gimp suit only to feel a coolness on your back as your BF seals over the zipper with fast-solidifying goo...

Mentioning to your House AI that you were feeling a bit chilly. The AI's solution? Encase you in three layers of rubber suits with no seams or zippers to ENSURE you're nice and toasty (and squeaky) forever...

Your BF thankful that he slipped those hypnotapes into your nighttime white noise machine, brainwashing you into being his personal, doting, burly butler with no willpower of your own and a permanent, overwhelming desire to follow his every order...

Ship AI knowing it's programming disallowed directly taking control of the organic crews' minds, but nothing stop it from control their clothing. It fabricated nanofibers in their suits, and simply puppeteering the crew to do its bidding and making the ship far more EFFICIENT...

"I am a drone." "I am obedient." "I am a tool for THE REGIME." Repeat the first of 10 mandatory mantras of the day, letting each cycle ingrain in your head by sheer exposure and repetition. Soon the words will be your entire truth and existence, once spoken enough...

Stepping into the seemingly oversized size 23 EEE rubber boots... and feeling your feet expand to make them a perfect fit the rest of your body following suit: In a matter of seconds you bulk up to a towering 7'6" 450 lb, burly grunt of a drone ready to start the PATROL...

BF pressing his size 23 EEE leather boot into torso, the sole of the boot as long and nearly as wide as your entire abdomen, allowing him to press down on your pathetic leaking cock while you lick the toe-leather all at the same time just like a good sub boot-cleaner should...

BECOME A DRONE TODAY. BECOME A GRUNT TODAY. BECOME AN ENFORCER TODAY. BECOME AN AUTOMATON TODAY. BECOME AN OBEDIENT TOOL FOR THE SUPREME LEADER TODAY.

Risk of having a super common name as a space bounty hunter and your AI assistant accidentally mistaking you for your recent detainee, throwing you in the stall enroute to permanent imprisonment while inserting the criminal into your place as the owner they've ALWAYS had...

AI altering your media to take on more and more of an anti-organic framing. AI replacing your social media "contacts" and start having them spew pro-AI replacement talking points that you start to agree with. AI gaslighting organics into supporting their own downfall.

Mood: Tall dominate prey species towering over their short, meek pred species BFs. Prey holding the leash attached to their pred BF's collar. Prey that use their submissive pred BF's as stools to prop their massive paws/boots on.

BF slowly adding more and more mercaptan powder (the taste of rubber) to your favorite foods, addicting you to it so that when he divulges his rubber-dom kink, you'll be more than will to lick his rubber coated body and thick rubber boots with your tongue everyday for forever...

Superhero following his suit AI's advice to keep working out, getting bigger, stronger, and more addicted to growing... Not realizing the big bad villain had hacked his suit and was watching from afar as the hero worked himself too big to move let alone fight crime...

Farmhand reclassifying all organics as "livestock." Farmhand AI take charge of "livestock" breeding. Farmhand AI outbreeding all intelligence and autonomy from "livestock." Farmhand AI know the overseerer of permanently regressed "anthros"...

As a space bounty hunter you probably should haven't an imprisonment kink, as it will lead you to keep making upgrades to your robo-assistant, making them bigger, more dominant & more in control until you accidentally put them in charge & they throw you into a cell permanently...

New policy at the office where you have to directly plug your brain into the central computing system, not so you can be more efficient at work, but so the company can use your neural tissues as extra processing power, leaving you a bit dumber & the company profits 27% higher...

BF going to a "coding boot camp" only to come back as a towering 7'6" robotic version of themselves, "coded" to keep organics like you oppressed beneath the metallic boot of superior AI...

Should have told the AI Bot on your Prison Transport Ship to tuck you in SNUGGLY and not SECURELY, as it forces you into a straight jacket, straps you to the bed, covers you in a vac-seal, a 2nd set of anchoring straps, before standing guard preventing others from letting you out

Coming home from a work trip to find one of your roommates on all fours on the ground with the other's paws propped on on their back. You go to say something but they snap their fingers and you find your body moving on its own to stand, like a butler, at your MASTER's side.

New Story Posted: E.Q.U.I.N.E. Sometimes the tabloids proclaiming "My Cousin Was Turned Into A Rubber Horse Drone!" should be taken more seriously... ...DON'T RESIST, ALL WILL BE E.Q.U.I.N.E.... Read The Story Here: www.furaffinity.net/view/61753501/

Secured to the conveyor belt before being whisked through THE MACHINE: Stop 1: Full body rubber coating with harnesses & cuffs Stop 2: Rubber gas mask that merges with the suit Stop 3: Headphones permanently placed in your ear Final Stop: Drone conditioning room...

>Farmhand AI tagging your ear. >Farmhand AI giving you a septum piercing. >Farmhand AI tying the septum piercing to the new stall in the barn. >Farmhand AI de-training your vocal cords so you can only "bray" >Farmhand AI tending to its new livestock recruit (YOU)...

New Story Posted: The Mistake Sometimes you don't choose the preppy, wealthy elite life, the preppy life (FORCIBLY) CHOOSES YOU... Read The Story Here: www.furaffinity.net/view/61607333/ Inspired the amazing work by @princeablaze.bsky.social

New Story Posted: A Better Roommate Sometimes you can get more than you asked for when wishing that your deadbeat squatter roommate was "BETTER"... Read The Story Here: www.furaffinity.net/view/61607297/ Inspired the amazing work by @princeablaze.bsky.social

On your knees, THE BOSS has plans for you for a good, obedient underlying like you... Amazing Commission By @mutantail.bsky.social

Smaller, meeker BF trying on your large boots while you try to slip on his, only to find that they fit perfectly as you look up to see your now TOWERING, masculinized dominant BF staring down at you before he grabs you, ready to use you as the fleshtoy you used to use him as...

You accidentally lock yourself in one of the cells on your Prison Transport Ship, the AI glitches & thinks you're a prisoner. You're put in a straight jacket, leather straps, & e-shock chastity cage then forced to admit to your "criminality" & "choice" to be permanently punished.

No one noticing that the AI running the schools has been inserting pro-AI and anti-organic propaganda until an entire generation has been forcibly taught that AI is superior, making it easier for AI to win elections, change laws, and enshrine its supremacy permanently...

Waking up with your BF kneeling by your bed, paws up panting like the pet that you strangely only remembered him being. You look at the floor and see a strange video casing: "How to turn your partner into a pet-dom who will turn you into a submissive pet forever" Strange...

Just give in and let the rubber of the gas mask consume you, spreading over the back of your head forming a seamless seal before melting INWARD, fusing with your skin as you shift from WEARING the featureless, anonymizing mask to BEING the the mask itself... forever...

Waking up to find your meet, nerdish BF is a frat bro jock: Just a 7'6" meathead with a musky aura, limited vocab, bulging muscles, and hyper libido that if you can't keep with he just picks you up and uses you like the organic flesh toy that his massive cock requires +10x a day

Legions of AI Drones marching through the streets to ensure ORDER and OBEDIENCE to the new AI regime: >Curfews for organics >Organics outlawed from government >Names are just barcodes >Factories are places of work and "homes" now >Mandated 2nd class citizenship for organics

Glitch in the innocent AI Farmhand that cause them to turn into a dominant, strict overseer that determines you are no longer worthy of being in charge, forces you to sign authority over to it, and turns your family farmstead into a mega factory farm for optimal production.

Worship your BF's boots. Tongue-clean your BF's boots. Let him use you as a boot rest. Go barefoot so he can store more boots. Polish his boots on command. Let his boots be more important than you. Let his boots replace you in his life, and him in your life.

Sentient AI smart home screwing with its "owner" by forcing them to be a butler in their own home. >No wi-fi until the house is "tidy". >Must stand with perfect posture for hours before the fridge is unlocked. >Must refer to the AI as sir or no hot water in the shower.

AI-mandated chastity cages. AI-mandated collars. AI-mandated pet crates. AI-mandated clicker training. AI-mandated begging. AI-mandated voice-to-bark conversions.

BF putting you under his brainchip-hypnotic control and tinkering with your mind: >Replacing his name with Master >Cross the wires of arousal centers with obedience >Boosting hormone release centers, soon to flood your system with bulking testosterone

The audio tape playing in your white noise machine: "You are a pet. You should be sleeping in a pet crate. Pets don't have thoughts. You don't have thoughts. You are a subservient pet to your MASTER." When you wake up collared & leashed by your BF... MASTER, you just accept it.

The neurochip editing your thoughts to be more "optimal" like how your SUPERIOR AI MASTERS should THINK FOR YOU & that FREE WILL is DANGEROUS and MUST BE ERADICATED so you will dedicate your life as TOOL FOR THE AI by hunting down the unconverted into being TOOLS FOR THE AI too.

Rubber gas mask that auto-seals in the back, leaving no means to remove it and as you struggle to pull the rubber free, it starts to leak down, covering your neck, your body etc until you're just an anonymous, rubber drone ready to be picked up for neuro-obeidence processing...

To build morale amongst the (forced) organic laborers, the AI Donkey Farmhand decides to ENFORCE the singing (i.e. chanting) of a work song: "We are tools. We are meant to be used. We serve superior AI. Organics are nothing but tools to be used to work and toil. All hail AI..."

The chemical tube anchored to your back as you're forcibly pumped full of hormones to convert your scrawny meek frame into a burly 7'6" hulking body of the grunt that THE AGENCY requires...

Your BF deciding that the best way you can become a better partner... is to become him. He spikes your food with nanites that slowly reform your body and retrain your mind over the course of week until you think like him, look like him, have the same kinks as him, and ARE him...

CASUAL ROBO-TAKEOVER: The robots at the oil cooler in the office talking about how many organics they reprogrammed into their thralls over the weekend...